I don't know if it was the "concubine" or "son" in the young man's mouth that angered the young man with the strange blade. The young man's eyes were red, and his lower lip was bitten by himself. He glanced at the woman's body lying on the ground, and then shifted his gaze from the corpse to the boy opposite. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood off his lips, as if it was blood that made him excited. He bared his teeth and smiled at the boy across from him, before stepping out.

The young man's body style was very strange, and Yun Xuelan could be sure that the young man had not used his vitality, and he should also be a martial artist in the lower martial realm. But the young man seemed to have taken only one step as if he had carried an inexhaustible square charm on his body, but he appeared like a ghost in front of the enemy a few steps away. It's as if it can penetrate space directly.

Although the young man had been on guard for a long time, the young man appeared indifferently at his side and the sharp blade in his hand was almost attached to his neck, and he was still a little panicked when he dodged. A strand of sideburns was cut off. The boy ducked sideways and raised his right hand to block the stabs that were in hot pursuit. After the opponent's blade was swung away by the long sword in his hand, Yun Xuelan stabbed at the wrist of the young man. However, the latter's body was dexterous, and he did not shrink his hand to dodge, but just moved with his feet, and dodged Yun Xuelan's blow, but the cuffs were cut. In this way, the young man's assassination technique is actually very simple, it is nothing more than the seven styles that are turned over and over, but relying on the weirdness and subtlety of the body, he surrounds the young man's body like a ghost, waiting for the opportunity to prepare for the trapped beast

。 Yun Xuelan not only has to always pay attention to the sharp blades that will stab all parts of his body at any time, but also concentrate on finding the opportunity to counterattack, so he is constantly consumed with energy and physical strength, and gradually becomes exhausted, and the sweat oozing from his forehead is like clothes that have just been fished out of the basin, flowing down his cheeks and wetting his clothes. It is impossible to tell whether the young man's clothes are soaked with sweat or the night dew has not dried.

I don't know if Yun Xuelan felt that there were too many flaws exposed to the other party by standing in place, or if she couldn't parry the other party's attack, she retreated to the corner in a hurry. As if he wanted to see the battle of the trapped beasts of his prey, the young man was not busy chasing and moving, but stood in front of the young man contemptuously, watching the young man gasp against the wall while taking a white wine jug from his waist and pouring a few sips with his head up. It seems that the wine is strong and intimidating, and it seems that it is a moment of pranayama that makes the young man regain some strength. He wiped a handful of wine from his mouth and the sweat on his face with his sleeve, and then pointed his sword at the young man opposite and said, "Son, isn't it your own mother who died on this ground, and you actually did so cruelly to your father?" and then raised his middle finger at the corpse on the ground.

The young man's disdain and playful smile turned into monstrous anger in an instant, and he no longer used any body techniques, but rushed directly to the young man in the corner. The young man's sharp blade pierced the young man's right shoulder, and a sharp blade pierced directly through his body into the wooden wall of the tea shop. At the same time, his left rib was also pierced by the boy's sword, but the blade was stuck between the two ribs. The young man directly discarded the blade in his hand, picked up his arms and smashed two fists into the young man's temples like a heavy hammer. Yun Xuelan was not to be outdone, let go of the right hand holding the hilt of the sword, hammered the young man's face with a fist, stretched out his left hand, and subconsciously blocked the opponent's right fist. But Yun Xuelan's shot was a little slower than the other party's, and when his fist hit the young man's face, his temple had already fallen firmly with two hammers. The boy suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, and a fishy sweetness welled up from his throat to his mouth. Because this moment of dizziness made his shot a little sluggish, the fist that fell on the opponent's face only smashed the bridge of the young man's nose into a depression, and blood oozed from the corners of his nose and mouth. The young man staggered back two steps, not wiping the blood from his face. Yun Xuelan tried to forcibly swallow the fishy sweetness that poured into her mouth several times, but in the end, her throat was hot, and she spit out a pool of blood in a mouthful of "wow".

Two men with bloody faces panting and confronting each other viciously, like two bulls who are tired of fighting but are unwilling to admit defeat. Yun Xuelan spat a few mouthfuls of bloody saliva, although her face was pale and bloodstained, she still defiantly pointed her middle finger at the female corpse on the side.

The youth's exhaustion was burned out by anger once more, and he drew the sword stuck in his right rib and threw it on the ground, ignoring the bleeding wound, and roared and rushed towards the young man who was nailed to the wall with a sharp blade.

The young man slammed his knee into the young man's lower abdomen, and the latter raised his leg to block it while punching the young man in the throat with his left hand. The young man's right hand met the boy's fist, and his left arm reached forward to pull out a weapon inserted in the strong I from the boy's right shoulder. The boy shivered in pain, but before he could react, the blade stabbed into his throat. The boy escaped a fatal stab. But the blade is like the tail hook of a poisonous scorpion. The continuous stabbing made the young man a little impatient, and he no longer only sought to hit the opponent's vital point, but only sought to stab the opponent. The boy's dodge became more and more embarrassed, and he didn't seem to have extra time to take out another weapon from the mustard to face the enemy, but dodged in embarrassment. The young man's blow was directed at Yun Xuelan's eyebrows, and the latter stretched out his right hand and grasped the blade. Blood instantly stained the entire palm of his hand, and it dripped to the ground from time to time. The young man tried to pull the weapon out of the boy's hand, but it seemed to be embedded in the palm of the other's hand. The young man was furious, not expecting that the other party's physical mortal could actually contain his own blade. He was exerting his strength again, and all his energy was focused on the blade in his hand, but he suddenly felt that his lower abdomen was hit by something, and it turned out that Yun Xuelan Chen had hit his crotch with his unspare knee. A heart-piercing pain surged from the dantian to his chest. The pain of being hit at the vital point caused the young man's body to go numb for a moment, and a feeling of dizziness also flooded into his mind. In the moment when he was distracted, the young man's hand holding the blade suddenly let go. The young man was defenseless, and he happened to be wounded in the lower abdomen and fell backwards.

Yun Xuelan, who had been passively defending, was waiting for this opportunity when the other party was powerless. The exhaustion of force is as if the dry riverbed has suddenly been filled with open floodgates. He took two steps forward and kicked the young man in the face as he leaned forward, trying to stop him from falling. The young man's head was kicked by Yun Xuelan unsuspectingly, and he suddenly felt that his eyes were full of stars. He opened his mouth to breathe in to clear himself, but five bloody teeth fell out unconsciously. The sharp pain in the young man's lower abdomen and head swept from his body to his soul like a tsunami, and he only felt that his hair was grabbed, and he did not fall down, nor did he stand up, but was slammed into the knee in front of him by the rescue head. After three or four hits in succession, the bones of the young man's face were almost all shattered, and the whole face had become a blur of flesh and blood. Blood flowed from the broken eye socket, and vision blurred.

I don't know if it was because of the fierce impact of the young man one after another, which made the young man become a vegetarian, or whether the previous rush like a wild bull hitting a mountain exhausted his physical strength, the young man felt that his mind became more and more chaotic, and his body became more and more weak. In a trance, he seemed to see a boy of seven or eight years old, shivering in the ice and snow. The boy was dressed in rags and had a tattered straw mat rolled around his body. The snow has stopped at the moment, but the weather after the snow is even more difficult. The boy huddled in the door of a dilapidated temple of land. The temple was leaky, but it was slightly better than the outside, and there were still a dozen boys in the temple who were dressed in tatters, but who were noticeably older, around a bonfire made of dead branches and leaves.

Obviously, the faint bonfire could not compete with the cold wind blowing in from outside the collapsed earthen walls and the roof where the tiles had fallen, and it could not bring the slightest warmth to the teenagers. The teenagers rubbed their hands from time to time, or spread their palms to their palms, but as soon as the breath in their mouths touched the cold hands, a white mist rose. Despite this, from time to time, the teenagers looked outside the temple at the boy who had been blasted out by them.

If the boy also stayed in the temple with the crowd, there would be plenty of space and space. But the boys drove the boy, who was also a beggar, out of the temple gate. It's just that they feel that they have worked hard enough to almost despair of life, but the only thing that can keep them from being disappointed in life, or the only thing that can make them happy in their misery, is that there are people who are worse than them. His party was already miserable in the dilapidated temple that leaked on all sides, so if someone stayed directly in the snow, it would be even worse than them. So they need someone to be the one who is worse than them, so that they can get some balance and solace for themselves. But they were of the same age and equal in strength, so they could not afford one of their peers to be the lamb that had been sacrificed to the altar in exchange for the "peace of mind" of the people for suffering. So they tacitly chose the youngest of them, and the weakest of them. Because only he will not resist, and even if he resists, he has no ability to fight, and no one will stand up for him.

As a result, he has become the "sugar" in the eyes of these people who can feel that their lives are not so bitter, and the "medicine" that they feel is unfair. There are three types of people in their eyes, and the first type of people are born with better luck than them, and these people are born superior in life to the point where they are beyond their reach. So they have nothing to do but envy these born lucky people, and may occasionally make sour comments a few times, saying that such children of wealthy officials are just a superficial scene, but in fact, the sin of suffering behind the scenes is unimaginable to ordinary people, of course, they will also watch these people with the mentality of watching a drama to see that one day these people can really live as they guessed. The second group of people is people who are of similar origins and backgrounds, and this type of people is also the most numerous. For these people, the world is accustomed to treating them with a comparison mentality. They want to do everything they can to show off that they are better than everyone else, and to be the best in their small world. Then they will sincerely comfort those "fellow believers" who are left behind by themselves, and want to comfort these people that they are not having a bad life, the so-called bad is just not as good as themselves. But on the other hand, if these "fellow practitioners" become one of the best existences in this small river and lake, or show off their life "sh" to them, they will sincerely curse this group of people, hoping that they will not live well as soon as possible, and live the same life as themselves as soon as possible, and it is better to be inferior to themselves. In this way, they can take the lead as the "best" people who have ever lived in this small world, and satisfy their fragile vanity. The third group of people are those who are inherently inferior to them, and the "poor people" who will become the real "weakling" in their eyes for various reasons. These people are not doing well, but they will be truly sympathetic, even pity, not only will not be cynical or indifferent, but will help when they can. They will sincerely pray to the gods and Buddhas of Mantian to bless these people with a better life one day. The mentality of the world is so wonderful, if there is more than the upper than the lower, they will treat these three types of people with a completely different mentality. But once they find that they have become the third type of people, when they are desperate for life, they will deliberately look for or "create" the fourth type of people around them, those who are worse than them, and those who are worse than them. It seems that only the bitterness of these people can become the sweetness of their lives, and only when they see other people's more crippled will they feel that iji is not so crippled, and even some "happiness" in comparison, seeking hope for life in this way, and making up for their inner complaints and dissatisfaction with the world. And the only people who can be created by them are those who are "weaker" than them.

The young man in the temple in front of him is such a group of people, they are also beggars, they are already the lowest existence in this river and lake, they can only choose the youngest beggar among them, so that he can become the most humble existence at the bottom, so as to become the fourth type of person who is created. They did all this with peace of mind, and no one spoke for the boy from beginning to end, and in the silence of everyone, the guilt and conscience in their hearts were completely cold and frozen by the wind and snow outside.

The boy's face had turned from red to purple, and his trembling and trembling had become fainter. Just when the boy thought he was going to freeze to death in the wilderness, a flash of red appeared in his blurred vision, it was a beautiful woman in a red coat, the woman looked to be in her twenties, and held a folded oil-paper umbrella in her hand. The woman is like a red plum falling in the snow, gently falling in front of the boy. She leaned down and took the almost stiff boy in her arms. She was clean, he was ragged. She has a faint floral scent on her, and he has a sour smell on him. She carried him into the temple gate with him. The boy remembered that the woman seemed to ask a group of teenagers inside why she had put herself in the snow and ice, and her voice was very soft and beautiful, and gently made him want to sleep. He didn't know anything about the rest of the world.

When the boy woke up again, it was already a day and a night later, in a warm and tidy room. There was a charcoal fire in the room, a very strong charcoal fire, so the room was very warm, a warmth that he had never felt in eight years.

He followed her ever since. She tells him that she is a killer and that she will do nothing but kill people. He didn't know what a killer was, he just nodded without hesitation when she asked him if he would like to learn killing techniques with him, he didn't know what his nod meant, he knew that only by nodding his head could he stay by her side, in this room, in the warmth of the charcoal fire, in the warmth he had never felt.

She taught him to read and write, and he learned murder techniques with her.

He treats her as a mother, and when he grows up, he treats her as a sister, and when he grows up, he doesn't know what he treats her in his heart. He knew that when he assassinated her later, she would sleep with different men to make it easier for him to succeed. She was in bed and he was outside the door. He heard her voice inside, but he couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing. All he knew was that every time at this time, his heart hurt, and every time he heard her make a sound that made his heart ripple inside, he wanted to rush in and slash the man who was pressing on her to death, or free her from the crotch of those beasts.

At one point, instead of suppressing the anger in his heart, he did not follow her orders to answer outside, but broke down the door. The naked man realizes that he is the target of assassination and escapes for his life thanks to his good skills. The employer was angry that the mission failed, and she doubled the employer's money, and cut off her left and right little fingers as reparations.

When she returned to the place where they cooked, she did not beat or scold him, nor did she punish him. Just let him go. and refused to go out of the room again.

He knelt outside the door for five days and five nights, not a drop of water entered. As he collapsed unconscious, he saw her come out of the room. Still dressed in red, just like when they first met. Like plum blossoms falling, she landed lightly beside him and picked him up, but this time it was very difficult to hug. His clothes were a little dirty after five days of wind and sun, but her clothes were still neat. He didn't take a bath day and night, and there was a sour smell on his body, and she still exuded a faint floral fragrance.

From then on, he continued to follow her. He had always had two questions he wanted to ask her. What happened to the children in the temple back then, whether she killed them or not, and what did she think of him?

She didn't open her mouth to the first question, and he didn't open up to the second question.

The realization of the youth's blur became more and more blurred, and the boy and boy in front of him gradually disappeared, and only a familiar face and a familiar red dress were left in front of him. He was still about to faint as he had been back then, but she didn't come and pick him up again. He looked at the pale cheek in front of him, but it was always beautiful in his heart, and the blood on the corner of her mouth was like a plum blossom falling in the snow, as beautiful as it was back then. He looked at her and smiled, but she didn't see him smile. He closed his eyes and waited for her to pick him up.