There was no other color in the room, only black!

Even when the setting sun shines in, it turns an ominous dead gray.

Before the sun set, she was kneeling here, kneeling in front of the black shrine, on the black futon.

The black curtain hung low, and no one could see what gods were enshrined inside, and no one could see her face.

Her face was covered with a black veil, and her black robe was scattered like a cloud on the ground, revealing only a pair of shriveled, old, ghostly clawed hands.

She clasped her hands together and muttered, but she was not praying for blessings from above, but cursing.

It curses the heavens, the world, and everything in the heavens and the earth.

A young man in black knelt behind her without moving, as if he had been kneeling here with her for eternity. And you can kneel until all things are destroyed.

The setting sun shone on his face. The contours of his face were handsome and prominent, but they looked like they were made of snow and ice on distant mountains.

The sun was setting and the wind was howling.

She stood up suddenly, tore open the black curtain in front of the shrine, and pulled out a pitch-black iron box.

Could it be that this iron box is the god she worships? She held it so hard that the green tendons on the back of her hand were bulging, but she was still trembling.

There was a knife on the case, the scabbard was pitch black, and the hilt was pitch black.

She drew her knife suddenly, and slashed open the iron box.

There was nothing else in the iron box, just a pile of crimson powder. She held it up, "Do you know what this is?"

Nobody knows—no one but her!

"It's snow, red snow!"

Her voice was poignant and sharp, like a ghost crying in a cold night: "When you were born, the snow was red, stained red with blood!"

The young man in black hung his head.

She came over and sprinkled red snow on his head and shoulders: "You must remember that from now on, you are a god, a god of vengeance! no matter what you do, you don't have to regret it, no matter what you do to them, you should do it!"

The voice was full of a mysterious confidence, as if all the curses of the gods, demons and demons in the heavens and the earth had been hidden in this handful of red powder, and they had all been attached to the young man.

Then she raised her hands and muttered, "I've been preparing for this day for eighteen years, a whole eighteen years, and now I'm finally all ready, and you're not leaving?"

The young man in black hung his head and said, "I"

She suddenly swung her knife again, plunged it into the ground in front of him, and said sharply: "Go quickly, use this knife to cut off all their heads, and come back to me, or not only will heaven curse you, but I will also curse you!"

......

"Zi said: Learn and learn it, don't talk about it, have friends from afar, be happy, people don't know and don't be ashamed, not gentlemen;

"Zeng Zi said: I am three times a day, and I am not loyal, I make friends but not believe, and I am not used to it?"

"Zi said: 'Reviewing the old and learning the new can be a teacher. ’”

The black-clothed boy sat quietly outside the window, quietly listening to the sound of reading in the school, like an ordinary student.

For the students in the academy, this is just a place to study, but for the boy in black, it is like heaven.

For him, even if he was whipped by his husband with a ring ruler, it was an unattainable enjoyment.

In fact, since he discovered this school three years ago, he has come outside this school every week to sit for a while.

It's probably the only enjoyment in his life.

Desolation, gloom, determination and loneliness.

In his life, all he has is hatred.

This is not what he wants, but he can only have hatred in this life.

Because he is Fu Hongxue, a "god" born for revenge.

Fu Hongxue is still young, but her heart is already old! A young body, but with an old soul, Fu Hongxue, a Fu Hongxue who is supported by hatred and survives strongly, only for hatred.

However, from today onwards, he is afraid that even this only "enjoyment" will no longer exist.

Because from today onwards, his path of revenge has completely begun.

Therefore, Fu Hongxue listened very carefully, and waited until he heard the last word before he sighed, turned around, and seemed to leave.

"You left a little early today, and if you normally did, you should have stayed thirty breaths longer, why?" said Mr. Teach, who suddenly walked out of the door, and then stopped him.

Fu Hongxue's feet froze slightly, and then said, "I have something to do." ”

He spoke slowly, as if every word had been thought out, because as long as it came out of his mouth, he was fully responsible.

So he never wanted to make a mistake.

"It's for revenge. The gentleman sighed.

"How do you know?" Fu Hongxue said.

"Of course I know, I'm here for you. Or rather, for your knife. The gentleman sighed softly.

"Who are you?" Fu Hongxue couldn't help asking, his body couldn't help but feel a little chilly.

"Liu Ruoshui. The gentleman said calmly.

"Liu Ruoshui, Liu Ruoshui. After Fu Hongxue recited it several times, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Because he had heard that Liu Ruoshui's martial arts were the best in the world, so he could not be his father's killer.

He knew that the reason why his father Bai Yu died was because Bai Bai Yu was first plotted by Ma Kongqun, and then dozens of good men from the rivers and lakes attacked together, and fought bloodily until two or three miles away, and Bai Yu died of exhaustion, and along the way, there were dead people's flesh and bones everywhere.

It snowed heavily that day, and the ground was silvery white, but when the battle was over, the whole silvery white earth was stained red with blood.

Fu Hongxue knew that his father was indeed powerful, and he had the title of "Invincible Sword" in the rivers and lakes, but his father was only ranked sixth in the weapon spectrum.

He also knew that Liu Ruoshui had indeed defeated the old man of Tianji, who ranked first in the weapon spectrum.

He also knew that Mr. must be Liu Ruoshui, because he could see that Mr. was blind in both eyes, but he was as agile as ordinary people when he walked.

Such a characteristic cannot be impersonated at all.

"What are you looking for me for?" Fu Hongxue said in a low voice.

"I want to compete with you. Liu Ruoshui said softly.

Fu Hongxue didn't know that Liu Ruoshui had been paying attention to him for a long time, and in the past three years, Liu Ruoshui had not only taught students, but also watched him learn knives.

In Liu Ruoshui's eyes, Fu Hongxue's knife is not mysterious, but very stupid.

Because over the years, Fu Hongxue has only practiced one style of knife technique, and she has been practicing non-stop every day, practicing twelve thousand times a day.

Then, just this simple movement, he practiced for eighteen years.

Fu Hongxue's knife is probably the easiest knife to learn, as long as he can keep practicing like him, even if he is an idiot, he can practice the most terrifying peerless knife technique.

Liu Ruoshui has been in this land for three years, and he has also looked at Fu Hongxue's knife for three years.

Therefore, he also waited three years.

(The second update, ask for Sanjiang tickets, I hope you can support it more.) ）