Chapter 32: Moths

This sword cut off Li Qinglian's life, but it couldn't cut off Li Qinglian's feelings for Shi Guanyin, it was a kind of emotion that was unforgettable and deep in the bone marrow even if it was wrong, and who else in heaven and earth could cut off this kind of feeling? Mo Tingchi knew that at least the sword could not be cut. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He has collected his sword, his sword drawing and sword collection are both Yan Shisan and Fengyan in the eyes of the two, they found that no matter when the ink pouring pool draws and collects the sword is very elegant and decisive, never with the slightest bit of mud and water, and it seems that every time the ink pouring pool draws the sword, it will be fatal, either his own blood is the blood of the opponent, not his own life is the opponent's life.

The next time he draws his sword, whose life will he die? Mo Dump Chi himself is still his opponent? No one knows this, and Ink Dump Chi himself does not know, only one thing everyone understands, as long as Ink Dump Chi is not dead, his sword will be drawn from its scabbard sooner or later.

An ancient house, a large couch, a short table, a pot of tea, a bottle of wine, two pillows made of green silk and bamboo, and two people.

Old people, teenagers.

The old man is wise, and the young man is smart and studious.

At this moment, they are telling a legend, a legend that is talked about by the people of the rivers and lakes, but this legend rises like a comet to shine on the heavens and the earth, but it is also like a meteor, fleeting.

The old man held a book in his hand, and said in a very solemn and even very sacred tone: "Since Shen Lang, Xiao Li Feidao, Li Xun~Huan, and Gongziyu, the most dazzling legend in the eyes of the Jianghu people is Chu Liuxiang, but there is one thing that no one can deny that in the era of the existence of the Ink Dumping Pool, whether it is Chu Liuxiang or Gongziyu, their light has been obscured. ”

The young man's face was obviously a little excited, and he obviously agreed very much, he said: "Yes, it seems that as long as there is a place where the ink dumping pond appears in this river and lake, no matter who can only become the foil of the ink dumping pond." When he said this, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and he sighed softly: "It's just a pity that although Mo Dump Chi became famous early, he disappeared too early, otherwise I am sure that Ink Dump Chi will definitely become a legend not inferior to Xiao Li Flying Knife, and he may also challenge Xiao Li Flying Knife." ”

The old man also smiled, with a thick look of sigh on his face, and he sighed lightly: "That's the case, but it's a pity that he disappeared, he disappeared at the end of the second year after becoming famous, and completely disappeared from the rivers and lakes." ”

There was a flash of gloom in the young man's eyes, but he immediately calmed down again, and his eyes were already on the book in the old man's hand, and he looked at the big words written on the cover of the book: Moth.

Therefore, he opened his mouth and asked, "This is one of the last two battles before Mo Dump Chi disappeared into the rivers and lakes, but there is one thing I haven't been able to understand. ”

The old man asked gently, "What don't you understand?"

The young man pointed to the word moth on the book and said, "Moth, sir, you said that the plan set by Wuhua should be called Operation Moth, the moth fights the fire and kills itself, the fire refers to the ink pouring pool, but who does the moth refer to?"

The old man smiled again, he put the scroll in his hand on the table, looked at the young man and said, "I remember that you have studied the information in this book at least thirteen times, but you still haven't figured it out?"

The young man said honestly: "The disciple doesn't understand, I really can't figure it out, please ask Mr. for advice." ”

The old man restrained the smile on his face, he looked at the young man, and said word by word: "Actually, you should understand, but it's a pity that you didn't think of it a little." ”

The young man sat respectfully in front of the old man and listened carefully.

The old man didn't sell it, he very much hoped that the boy could learn everything from him, he was absolutely not stingy to pass on the experience and lessons he summed up to the boy, but he had his own way, although some things to tell, but the boy needed to understand it himself, but it was obvious that the boy at this time could not understand it.

Therefore, the old man spoke, and the old man said: "When the moth operation was known by Mei Yinxue, Ying Yue, Lianxing, Murong Xisheng, Feng Siniang, Wei Wuya and others, almost everyone thought that the moths in the moth operation were the group of people who should have died but did not actually die. ”

The young man nodded, and he said, "Actually, the disciple also thought that those people were moths to the fire at first, but then I figured out one thing. ”

The old man smiled and said, "What do you understand?"

The boy said: "The moth operation is to put out the fire, since it is the Ink Dumping Pond, then why is the final plan set by this group of moths in Wuhua not the Ink Tilting Pond, but the Shifting Flower Palace? ”

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, you deduced very well, but what about Li Qinglian? Is he a moth?"

The boy shook his head: "Neither is he." ”

The old man asked curiously, "Why isn't he?"

The young man said: "Because Li Qinglian's identity was discovered by Mo Tianchi one step earlier, and Gu Feiyun and the others died in the Shifting Flower Palace the next day. ”

"So he's not?"

The young man said: "At least in my opinion, with the wisdom of Wuhua, he would never make such a mistake, if he wants to get rid of Mo Dump Chi, he will definitely come up with a foolproof method." ”

The old man smiled, and he said, "It's a pity that he didn't kill Mo Dump Chi in the end." ”

The young man said: "Yes, he did not kill the Mo Dump Pond in the end, but was killed by the Ink Dump Pond, because I don't understand, since Wuhua was killed by the Ink Dump Pond, then who is the moth in this Moth Operation? It seems that there are no moths in this Moth Operation." ”

"You think there are no moths?"

The boy said, "Yes, there must be moths, but I didn't come up with them." ”

The old man laughed again, and he sighed, "It's not that you didn't come up with it, but you ignored someone. ”

"Who?"

"No flowers. ”

"No flowers?" The young man seemed to be stunned, he looked at the old man and said, "Sir, do you mean that no flower is actually a moth?"

The old man drank a cup of tea and said lightly: "The moth fights the fire, the moth is destined to die, and Wuhua is already dead, doesn't that prove that Wuhua is a moth?"

The young man took a deep breath, he was a little puzzled, he was silent for a long time before finishing his thoughts, he spoke: "Sir, isn't this moth operation an action to fight against the ink pool?"

The old man replied very simply, "Yes." ”

The young man said, "But in that case, then why didn't Mo Dump Chi die, and why didn't anyone deal with Ink Dump Pond from beginning to end?"

The old man said: "You are wrong, there have been people dealing with the Ink Dumping Pond from beginning to end, isn't Wuhua always dealing with the Ink Dumping Pool?"

The young man was puzzled: "But why didn't he kill Mo Dump Chi?"

The old man said lightly: "It's not because he doesn't have it, but because he's just a moth, just a moth to the fire." ”

The young man was stunned, he stared at the old man blankly, his face full of doubts.

The old man was very calm, and he said a word very calmly, so that the young man understood.

The old man said: "Wuhua becomes a moth that fights fire, then it is doomed to die, but Wuhua is not willing to die, so although the moth fights the fire, it does not mean to extinguish the fire." ”

The young man did not hide the shock on his face, he looked at the old man and said, "So what do you mean is that the rumored Wuhua on the rivers and lakes has died in the hands of Mo Dump Chi, but in fact he is not dead?"

The old man smiled and said, "Didn't Wang Lianhua, the thousand-faced prince who had an opponent with a generation of famous heroes Shen Lang play chess, also died in the hands of Shen Lang in the rumors, but didn't die either? ”

The young man was silent for a moment, and he nodded slowly: "I understand, now I finally understand." ”

The old man asked, "What do you understand?"

The boy said, "I understand that the person who carried out the moth operation and the person who planned the moth operation are not actually the same person?"

The old man said, "Oh? ”

The young man said: "Because of Wuhua, if Wuhua planned this moth operation, then he would never personally be in danger, the beginning of this moth operation Wuhua has always concealed his true identity is unwilling to risk himself, but in this moth operation, he is actually a moth, a moth to the fire, isn't this a contradiction?"

The old man also had to nod.

The moths that put out the fire, the people who are not willing to take risks, this is very contradictory.

He looked at the boy and said, "So what conclusion did you come to again?"

The boy said: "Therefore, it can be proved that the person who carried out the moth operation and the person who planned the moth operation are not the same person, in short, the goal of this moth operation is to fight for the ink dumping pool, but the person who planned the moth operation is not actually to deal with or kill the ink dumping pool, but to carry out a thing, a thing that is far more important in the eyes of that person than killing the ink dumping pool." ”

The old man asked simply, and he asked, "What is the matter?"

The young man smiled mysteriously, he looked at the old man and said, "I don't know, we need to ask someone about this." ”

"Who?"

The young man said, "Sir, do you remember how Li Qinglian died?"

"This person was used by Shi Guanyin to attack and kill the Ink Dumping Pool, and finally fell under the sword of the Ink Dumping Pool" The old man said: "You mean to ask Shi Guanyin?"

The young man nodded: "Yes, I just want to ask Shi Guanyin." ”

"Why?"

"Do you think Shi Guanyin is a woman who casually sleeps with men?"

The old man replied simply, "No." ”

The young man said: "But Shi Guanyin slept with Li Qinglian, and also conquered Li Qinglian's people and hearts, do you think Shi Guanyin will spend so much time conquering Li Qinglian, the purpose is just to use a person whose martial arts attainments are not as good as Li Qinglian to get rid of Mo Dumping Pool?"

The old man also smiled, and he said, "At least in my opinion, it is absolutely impossible for Shi Guanyin to do such an uncertain thing. ”

The young man said: "Yes, in my opinion, it is also like this, but Shi Guanyin, a very clever and wise person like Wen Taowu and Wu Strategy, has done such a thing, so there is only one explanation." ”

"What's the explanation?"

The young man said: "Whether it is Li Qinglian or Wuhua is just a trick, Shi Guanyin's real purpose is not to fight for the ink pool, but to fight for an existence that is more important to her than getting rid of the ink pool." ”

"Oh?"

The young man said, "I even suspect that Shi Guanyin is actually the one who planned the moth plan. ”

The old man smiled, he looked at the young man laughing happily and gratifyingly, it was a kind of relieved smile when the elder saw the outstanding performance of the junior, he sighed softly, and said: "Yes, you are very good, you are right, and the judgment is also very accurate, the person who carried out the moth operation is Wuhua, but the person who planned the moth operation is Shi Guanyin." (To be continued.) )