Chapter Twenty-Eight: Shen Xingzhi

The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate.

There is no Leifeng Tower, no broken bridge, and no poignant "The Legend of the White Snake".

This West Lake is not the West Lake, although this is not the West Lake that Lin Xuan was familiar with in his previous life, but the scenery is equally charming.

The cold autumn wind blows the folds of the lake. The clear waves rippled, startling ripples.

Occasionally, egrets passed by, as if they were fascinated by the autumn water of the lake, and they actually plunged straight into the water.

After a little effort, the egret rose from the lake, shook off the drops on its white feathers, and flew away.

The crystal clear water droplets fall under the golden sunlight, becoming colorful and very beautiful.

The sun dappled the surface of the lake, and when it passed, it sparkled.

The weeping willows on the shore wave their yellowed branches and leaves, just like the beautiful women depicted in the play dancing in the wind, looking graceful and feminine.

The willow branches quietly fall into the lake illuminated by the setting sun, and the two are intertwined, like a dream.

At some point, the sun was obscured by dark clouds, and a light rain began to fall in the sky.

She Xiaofeng handed Lin Xuan an oil-paper umbrella, and then carefully looked at the beautiful scenery of West Lake in front of him.

"The weather in Jiangnan is always so changeable, it often looks like a clear sky and a clear sky, but it can suddenly rain heavily after a while. ”

He patted the umbrella surface and said happily: "Fortunately, I brought two umbrellas today, otherwise you and I would have become soup chickens." ”

The rain is as light as velvet, and it drifts through the sky with a soft and comfortable wind.

The drizzle was lingering, floating on Lin Xuan's face, and he slowly opened the handle of the umbrella.

"You've got a heart!"

Then.

A veil-like layer of smoke gradually rose from the surface of the lake, gently blurring the distant traces......

The fog in the south of the Yangtze River was very sudden, and like this sudden autumn rain, it caught people off guard.

There was no sound around, and I couldn't feel the rain, as if everything had been hidden in a hazy fog.

The smoke shrouded the West Lake, making it even more ethereal.

But in Lin Xuan's view, such a poetic scenery is a bit poignant.

The white hazy smoke permeated the heavens and the earth, covering the flowers and plants, and blocking the clear waves that were sometimes thick and faint in several places.

On the bank of the Yundanjing, by the Moon Stone Bridge.

The sound of the cave and the river is far away, and the sea and air are connected.

On the banks of the West Lake, red sleeves and white robes.

Talented and beautiful women, first encounter.

Love at first sight, indescribable lingering, inexhaustible bonding.

Ha!

A sigh, a long sigh.

The beauty of the West Lake attracted many young ladies to linger, so they left a lot of bleak dramas.

After all, there are too few deeds of lovers who eventually become married, and most lovers stay in West Lake often with regret and sadness.

Lin Xuan worries about the clouds, worries about the books, and worries about the wind and rain for the flowers.

The water in the south of the Yangtze River is full of water, but I don't know that the beautiful encounter at the first sight is the most cherished.

If life is only as amazing as the first time you see it, it is as amazing as a flash in the pan, but the beauty has a thin life, and the talent is ruthless.

The bright moon shines on the end of the world, and the past is overturned in a patchwork, and it is better not to be in touch with each other.

There is no need for more words, and the choice of the heart is forgotten in the rivers and lakes.

If the other party suddenly looks back, it is better to turn around quietly and hide in the lamplight.

Then, leave.

Love, so prosperous, so lonely.

Regrets are like this, I don't know how to cherish when I have them, and I have turned into ashes when I regret them.

"Pathetic!

"It's ridiculous!"

The misty drizzle drifted by, blowing Lin Xuan's hair messy.

Standing under the gloomy clouds, he looked as melancholy as the dark clouds.

Rise.

The consciousness fell into the smoky lake.

There.

A palatial boat drifts slowly down the current.

There was a handsome man on the ship, and the silhouette of his face was heroic and prominent, as if it was made of ice and snow on the distant mountains.

Dressed in a black robe, with a long black knife, there was nothing but these two things beside him.

The robe was drenched in the drizzle, but the man didn't care.

He was pale and not erect, but extremely strong.

A pair of bright eyes are bright, and the face is like frost, and there is a feeling that no one is close.

Looked at.

She Xiaofeng smiled: "I already know who he is." ”

Lin Xuan nodded, a confident smile on his face: "I also know who he is." ”

She Xiaofeng lifted the paper umbrella and looked into the distance.

"At this time, there are many stories of people wandering in West Lake, but there is only one person who can have such a style. ”

"He must be Shen Xingzhi, the genius killer who betrayed the Heavenly Imperial Tower!"

Side.

The water at the bottom of the lake suddenly swelled and made a huge splash.

Six black-clad masked men jumped out of the water and stood on the surface.

"Tianyulou, Shen Xingzhi?"

Shen Xingzhi nodded, his expression cold: "Yes, it's me!"

A man in black said loudly: "Tell me all the news you know about the Heavenly Palace, otherwise you will not see the sun tomorrow!"

Shen Xingzhi asked, "Have you cultivated into the Innate Realm?"

The man in black replied: "No! Our brothers have limited qualifications, and there is no hope for innate in this life. ”

Shen Xingzhi's face showed a look of mockery, and his eyes were slightly condensed: "Stupid!

"You're so tired!"

The rest of the men in black all shook their heads: "Although we have not yet become congenital, if we compare with you, we should not be equal." ”

Shen Xingzhi sneered: "The mayfly shakes the tree, and it is beyond its strength." ”

"I can see not only the sun tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow. But you can only see the sun today. ”

A man in black laughed fiercely, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Since you are disobedient, then I will send you to hell to explain to Hades." ”

"Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, all the people in black killed Shen Xingzhi.

"Humph!"

With a soft snort, Shen Xingzhi's eyes gradually became cold.

With his right hand at his waist, he drew the long knife.

The hands are white, and the knives are black.

A brilliant sword light flashed in people's eyes, and then disappeared in an instant.

The knife was swift, and the light of the knife was as dazzling and sharp as lightning.

Puff! Puff!

All six of them had their chests sliced open by the pitch-black knife.

They lost consciousness and fell into the water, and the blood that flowed from their bodies quickly stained the lake red.

The six men in black couldn't see the knife, and they didn't even know when they would die under it.

Shen Xingzhi drew his knife, and between the lightning and flint, he was killed with one sword.

The so-called master did not have any chance to make a move in front of him.

He is confident that he has been waiting for the other party to make the first move, and he has always let the other party make the first move.

Once the opponent makes a move, he will also take the knife.

Shen Xingzhi was completely sure, as soon as he pulled out the knife, the other party would die.

"What a fast knife!" She Xiaofeng's eyes showed shock, he took a deep breath and exclaimed: "If he gets close, I'm afraid even I won't be able to catch that kind of knife technique, how can his knife speed be so terrifying?"

"It's a pity that his knife technique looks too ordinary. ”

"But only this ordinary knife technique can match that speed. If the move is too cumbersome, it will fall to the inferior. ”

Ordinary?

As he muttered these two words, Lin Xuan felt a thunderbolt flash in his mind.

He always felt that Shen Xingzhi's knife technique was familiar, and he didn't react until She Xiaofeng said these two words.

Lin Xuan sneered: "Is Shen Xingzhi a disciple of the Heavenly Imperial Mansion Master?"

She Xiaofeng nodded, and he said slowly: "That's right! A famous teacher produces a high apprentice, and a character like him can only be taught by the mysterious owner of the Heavenly Imperial Tower." ”

And so it was!

A figure in Lin Xuan's heart slowly drew his knife and rose up, slowly overlapping with Shen Xingzhi's knife.

It turns out that he is a hypocrite!

On the surface, he has never done anything wrong, but in fact, he harbors evil intentions and has been making conspiracies behind his back.

There are times when I look away.

Come to think of it, a person has constant praise, no gossip, only unanimous praise and boasting, which does seem a little deliberate.

The sky is clear, and the sun is already hanging high.

The rainbow is raining, and the sun is shining.

The golden light shone on the West Lake, quickly dispersing the smoke.

Shen Xingzhi frowned slightly, leaned against the threshold, and quietly watched the stillness in the lake.

It has been two days since he left the Heavenly Palace, and in these two days he has made a total of sixty-six swords, killing one person with one sword, and killing a total of sixty-six people.

Anyone who shoots at him has extremely low martial arts, and he can kill him with just one sword.

In his opinion, those guys can't even take a knife themselves, and they are indeed weak.

But others don't think so, those sixty-six people are all first-class masters in terms of strength. They set out in groups, but all of them failed and died in West Lake.

In recent days, it was the most turbulent day in the rivers and lakes of the Great Zhou, with Lin Xuan in front and Shen Xingzhi in the back, and the two of them were killed by the rumors of the rivers and lakes of the Great Zhou, and everyone was in danger, causing the armed forces of the rivers and lakes to regress for more than 40 years.

Lin Xuan has defeated and killed the innate and killed the innate before, and he Shen Xingzhi is no exception.

It's ridiculous to say that he is counted above 10,000 people under one person in Tianyulou, and he is the best candidate to be the owner of Tianyulou, but he just took the road of defection.

Since four years ago, no one in the Heavenly Palace Tower has been able to take his sword, including his mysterious master.

Shen Xingzhi's knife was too resolute, and he never thought that there would be a second knife when he swung it, leaving no way back at all. The first knife he made was always the last.

He never swords those who are not sure of himself, but hides them in his scabbards and only unsheaths them when he is sure to win. So although he only used one sword, he was never defeated.

A few days ago, the landlord asked Shen Xingzhi to choose between rights and freedom, and he chose freedom.

From the beginning of his birth, Shen Xingzhi was accompanied by only loneliness and darkness.

His life was destined to kill from the beginning.

So his memories have no joy or sorrow, only killing people year after year, day after day.

While the other children were rolling in the pond, somersaulting on the grass, chasing dragonflies and butterflies, he would always have to draw his knife again and again.

It was in this cycle that his skills became more and more refined.

In the lonely room, more than 20 years of hard training have achieved a unique fast knife.

And his heart is gradually as dry as a desert.

Since Shen Xingzhi was invincible in the Heavenly Imperial Tower, he has become more and more lonely and lonely. Without an opponent, there is no pursuit, and the loneliness that is so thick that it almost drives him crazy.

He was just an orphan who had been trained to be a tool for killing.

He practiced every day to kill people, and he practiced tens of thousands of times a day just by repeatedly drawing his knife, and he practiced for more than 20 years!

Shen Xingzhi has nothing to do with happiness at all, and this grim fact directly led to his lack of freedom, faith, and hope for twenty years.

However, life was accidental, and in Shen Xingzhi's twenty-third year, he was given the opportunity to pursue freedom.

To live in itself is to defeat death, and he finally waited for the long-awaited opportunity.

The sunshine of these days is the most brilliant sunshine in the past 20 years, and Shen Xingzhi's frozen heart, under the illumination of this sunshine, is gradually becoming hot.

He understood that the essence of life lies in freedom, and realized that the joy of life lies in freedom.

In exchange, he wanted to walk the rivers and lakes as a traitor to Tianyulou, and he could not reveal a trace of information about Tianyulou.

Shen Xingzhi is a proud person, although he is a killer, he keeps his promises.

What he promised, he will definitely do. Even if you go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, you will not give up. Be as proud as he is, and never allow yourself to break your word.

"Brother Tai alone, isn't it too lonely?"

A crisp long howl sounded in his ears, and Shen Xingzhi came back to his senses.

"Who?"

The black robe fluttered, and his handsome face suddenly became solemn.