Scarlet Ghost

Chapter 1: Strangers

The sword is faster than the sword, and the knife is more ruthless than the sword!

The night of the ancient city in the Western Regions always comes so early, the autumn wind is sorrowful, autumn always makes people disheartened, and autumn always makes people feel that the passage of time is so vicissitudes. Autumn is always rainy and cloudy.

At this time, Qinglian Villa was struggling in this autumn rain.

The rain had already wet the whole body of the middle-aged man who had fallen at the door, but he was trying his best to resist, he didn't want to give his pain to a woman who loved him, she was still young, she still had her own world and future, she still had their child, a three-year-old son, he was just hazy and sensible.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry, I... I really can't protect you and Qing'er," the young man's every word was so difficult.

"Senior brother, let's go, get out of here, let's give up everything here, okay?" The woman's cry was so miserable and helpless in this autumn rain.

"Silly sister, we have chosen to give up, and they still won't let us go!"

The man's eyes looked straight at the three people in the rain. They were former brothers, and he watched them grow up.

"You let go of my sister, I will fulfill you," the man stood up with the last of his strength. This villa is the brainchild of the Master, and it is his home. It is a pity that he was defeated at the hands of his most trusted brothers, who poisoned the wine on the anniversary of the death of the master.

"We can't let him go, we have to cut down the grass and kill him, and everything here is ours. The second senior brother in the rain opened his mouth.

"I'm not dead yet, are you sure of victory?" the young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"Let's let them go, as long as you promise to leave the Western Regions forever, we will let you and the little junior sister go," said the fourth senior brother in the rain.

"Okay, I promise you, let's go junior sister, today I will only take this sword from the master," the man endured, beckoned the young woman to come and help him, holding the three-year-old child Qing'er, and the family struggled to leave.

When the rain falls on them, is it desolation, is it a disaster, and it is a wash away of human nature.

Qing'er didn't understand, these three uncles used to make fun of themselves every day, why did they kill his father today? Now he doesn't understand, fifteen years later, he understands, and his understanding is very desolate.

"Just let them go?" The third child opened his mouth, looking at his severed right hand, he was unwilling, but the senior brother's martial arts were too high, if he hadn't secretly poisoned and injured the senior brother's internal strength, the three of them would not be his opponents.

"He is the cold poison of the Western Regions, without the hundred-year-old snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, he will not live for a month, this hundred-year-old snow lotus is already in my hand, and the sword in his hand will be left for him as a souvenir!"

Fifteen years passed in this lightning.

People who know Lao Shang in the west of the city think so, Lao Shang is a diligent person, Lao Shang meat shop opened very early, every day he is the first butcher shop in the ancient city to open.

The meat of Lao Shang's butcher's shop is very clean, even the people in the east of the city like to come to sell his meat, no one has ever seen how he separates the flesh from the flesh and bones, if you want bones, you will never see a trace of meat on it. If you want a catty, there is only one catty under his knife, and his knife is so accurate. This is Lao Shang, an old Shang who can only sell meat.

No one in this remote ancient city in the Western Regions wants to mess with him, because Lao Shang also has a nickname called Kuaidao Shangyuan, and the knife in his hand has never been a vegetarian, only knows the meat he sells every day, and the hands of people who come to find trouble.

No one knows how fast his knife is, and the neighbors who have seen him use the knife all say that he only uses a very ordinary pig-killing knife, some time ago, two swordsmen from other towns came to Lao Shang, as if they wanted something, Lao Shang did not agree, the swordsman from the countryside moved, and after Lao Shang's pig-killing knife flew in his hands, the hands of the two swordsmen were only clean bones, and arms without a trace of flesh. It's like a skull's hand in a hundred-year-old dry tomb, clean and terrifying.

He also has an identity, and he is the third junior brother of the current owner of Qinglian Villa, Kuaijian Yuan Feng.

He didn't smile, only when he chopped meat for his guests, there was a glimmer of sparkle in his eyes. The naughtiest second-rate son in the ancient city once bet that whoever could make Lao Shang laugh, he would steal the belly pocket of the drunken Yinlou girl.

But he lost, and he lost very badly, that is, he invited the most beautiful girl in the drunken Yin Building to come, and took off his coat in person, and the old man did not laugh, but quietly picked his meat, as if the meat in his eyes was more beautiful than the girl.

But today, the people in the ancient city know that he smiled, and the smile was so miserable. Because Lao Shang's meat is only given away today, not sold, every old customer comes, Lao Shang's face is full of smiles, which is a miserable and helpless and flattering laugh. In fifteen years, this is the first time that the people of the ancient city have seen Lao Shang smile. His eyes were smiling into the distance.

The dusk of the ancient city comes quickly. The years have come and gone, and they never want to wait. At this moment when dusk should not come, a carriage came from the ancient city and stopped at the door of Shangyuan's butcher shop.

"Mother, it's here," a young boy following behind the car spoke first.

"Qing'er, go see if he's finished delivering his meat?" The voice in the car was a woman, but the voice was unusually indifferent,

"Yes, mother, but I'm hungry. The young man named Qing'er turned over and dismounted, carrying a big box on his back.

"Qing'er, go and see if your Uncle Shang's meat has been delivered, and when you are done, my mother will take you to eat the best barbecue in the ancient city. Hey, my mother hasn't eaten it for fifteen years. A distant thought, flowing through the words of the woman in the car, was filled with the expectations of the wanderer.

Shang Yuan was still picking the meat, and he didn't look up, as if in this world, he only knew the meat in his hand, and the meat in his hand was his only world. After removing the last piece of meat, Lao Shang put down the knife, wrapped it and gave it to the last waiting old customer. Lao Shang smiled again, smiling very happily, as if he had completed a masterpiece of his life.

"Mother, my uncle's meat has been delivered," Qing'er said back to the people in the carriage.

"Oh, Qing'er, mother, you have to remember that everyone has his life's hobby, and you must respect the profession he loves. The words of the woman in the car were profound.

"You are Uncle Shang, the knife is still far away, you received the letter?" This boy named Qing'er had a very sweet voice.

"Yes, I am Shang Yuan, I received the letter, and I only give it away today, not sell it. The king pressed his sword and looked at the edge, and his head had fallen into the sky. Shang Yuan's eyes looked at the sky, looking for good memories.

"Mother said, you can't use the verses of Qinglian Villa," Qing'er is a child who doesn't grow up, and he only has his mother who loves him in his eyes.

"Fifteen years later, my sister is still full of resentment. ”

Simple conversations, but invisible pressures. Shang Yuan was the coldest killer of the disciples of Qinglian Villa when he was young, but when he was the most proud, he made a mistake that he shouldn't have made. He wanted to repent, and in fifteen years he gave up everything he should have and became a butcher who killed pigs, but there was no turning back. As the most famous killer in the Western Regions in the past, he felt the murderous aura for the first time, but this murderous aura came from the young Qing'er.

"I know my uncle is a man who should be killed, but you are alive. Qing'er said softly to Lao Shang, as if she was talking about his flesh, not killing,

"It's good to be alive! But he's a damned man, but he's lived fifteen more years. The lady in the car sighed repeatedly.

"Actually, it's very tiring to live, junior sister, you must not have an easy life?" Shang Yuan felt that after fifteen years, he could finally let go of the meat in his hands, and his eyes were full of misshape. People live by looking for their own repression, and when everything should be let go, they find that the world is so beautiful.

"Okay, Uncle Shang, I'm going to kill you, you have to die, when I kill you, my mother will give me a birthday tomorrow. "This Qing'er's words, killing people seems to be a kind of housekeeping game, but he is just a child, a child who will only be eighteen tomorrow.

"Uncle, do you use a knife?"

"I use a knife, just a knife to kill pigs. ”

"Oh, I'll kill you quickly, you don't have to be afraid. Qing'er put down the box on her back and gently opened it.

"I heard that Uncle Shang still has a little conscience, so he should be quick when he kills you, so as not to let his uncle suffer. Qing'er was talking to herself.

Conscience, where is the conscience in this world? Lao Shang wanted to ask himself. On a rainy night fifteen years ago, when he watched his elder brother's family leave in grief, his conscience had been extinguished, and he only had repentance in his heart, and he kept repenting, and he used his heart at the moment when he killed the pig. He liked to see the pig's struggle and helplessness when he was dying, and he knew that one day, he would be this stupid pig, a stupid pig to be slaughtered on the case.

"Uncle Shang, you take out the knife! I heard that your knife is fast, when Qing'er opens the box, you have to die, otherwise my mother will scold Qing'er for being useless." Qing'er's eyes didn't leave the box.

A fast knife is a fast knife, although Lao Shang left Qinglian Villa, he did not let go of his martial arts, and the daily removal of meat is a kind of speed progress, he knows that the hatred in this world is not over, they will come back, but this waiting time is too long, he has waited for fifteen years.

"Senior sister, fifteen years have passed, and you still hate me so much," Shang Yuan wanted to know the answer.

"If it were you, would you forget? When you see the person you love the most, falling in your arms, but you can't do anything, will you forget all this?" The senior sister in the car said in such a sad tone, as if all this happened yesterday, and this scene will never be forgotten.

Shang Yuan's knife was already in his hand, everything in front of him froze in an instant, his dream returned to the past, he was a knife man, and he was also the killer who was shocked by the rivers and lakes back then, and the fast knife was still far away. Today he struck and he believed in his knife. But the moment he made a move, Lao Shang left a sentence: This is fast.

He didn't see how Qing'er made a move, all he felt was a tremor in his Adam's apple. This time he was looking at the blood he spurted, not the blood of the stupid pigs that spewed out when he killed the pigs.

Lao Shang fell on the case where he put the meat. Fifteen years had passed, and the case had been filled with pigs he had killed, and he had used his quick knife to strip them of their flesh and bones, but today he had put himself on the case, and would never wake up again, and he wanted to know what was in that box? Unfortunately, the opportunity was left to the living to guess, and he only heard the sound of strings.

The night of the ancient city came again, and at this moment, it was just a moment of silence. No one cares about the departure of others, the night contains mystery and treachery, and the drunken flower building is still bright.

Only when the junior sister's carriage left, a song echoed in the car for a long time: the sword was groaning sadly, and Liang Chen's white bones were like numbness. The Son of Heaven and the Dragon Shen Jingyangjing, who sings the jade tree and the thick garden flower. This place is sad and can't be said, and the eyes are separated from the periwinkle grass. Sending the Yangtze River to the heart, he came to visit Nanshan Lao.