[Wei Nie] Vertical and horizontal killing

During the days of waiting, Gai Nie felt that a swordsman might still need a sword after all.

He was sitting under the porch in front of Duanmu Rong's wooden house, and the knife was slashing across the wood, every time he did not rush.

Robber Zhi felt agitated when he heard that, he turned over on the tree and landed in front of Gai Nie: "Without Yuan Hong, are you going to make another sword for yourself? A wooden sword?"

Gai Nie didn't look up: "It's just a sword."

Robber Zhi looked up at the sky: "Sometimes I really don't understand. The one who hurts is the sword or the one who uses the sword."

Gai Nie is sometimes confused. People say that his swordsmanship is superb and unrivaled in the world, but he has already been covered in blood from hurting others and himself along the way.As for Xiao Zhuang, although he couldn't stay fully awake in the only two times, Wei Zhuang's body had more scars than him.

"This is also a question I have been thinking about." Ge Nie said seriously.

But this sentence obviously angered Robber Zhi, he grabbed Gai Nie's front, pulled him in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know? What about Miss Rong? Is it worth it for Miss Rong to do this! "

Gaine was silent.

Robo Zhi looked at the other party's self-sufficient look and became even more annoyed. His eye circles were red: "I don't think it's worth it! I don't think Miss Rong is worth it!"

The question "is it worth it?" has no answer since the day he took up the sword and walked out of Ghost Valley.Maybe he died that day, and no one would die by his sword after that.He is very clear that the people he has killed are no less than Wei Zhuang, such as the three hundred Qin soldiers in Tiger Leaping Gorge, or the swordsmen from the Six Kingdoms who assassinated Ying Zheng earlier, or there are many others standing in his way people on the road.

But Duan Murong is a doctor who saves the living.

In this troubled world, a doctor dies while a swordsman lives, which represents how many people will die because of themselves.

So Ge Nie lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Perhaps, you are right."

Bandit Zhi suddenly became angry, and shouted: "But I hope that she is worth it! Do you understand? How I hope that what she does is not worth it, but I hope that her hard work is worth it! Now you say this, You bastard--"

Gai Nie's character is tolerant, and now it has reached the extreme, he has no intention of fighting back.

"Little Zhi!"

But at this time, another person grabbed Robber Zhi's fist and waved it towards Gai Nie.Gao Jianli stopped Robber Zhi, and said calmly, "Miss Duanmu is still recuperating inside, she needs to be quiet."

Bandit Zhi shook Gao Jianli's hand away, and walked out, saying angrily: "You people who use swords are cold-hearted and cold-blooded people! They are more ruthless than the swords in your hands!" Before the words were finished, People are already three hundred steps away.

Gai Nie watched Robber Zhi walk away, then turned his head and said to Gao Jianli, "Thank you."

Gao Jianli sighed, "Robert Zhi doesn't mean anything malicious."

Of course Gai Nie would not take these things to heart, not to mention that Robo Zhi's words just now revealed too much of his feelings for Duanmu Rong.Ge Nie would never blame such a person anyway.

Two days later, things finally turned around. With Zhang Liang's secret calculations and help, Tianming invited Master Xun Kuang who had been in seclusion for a long time.Because Master Xun had a long-lasting friendship with Tianming, not only did he never get involved with the Mohists who were wanted by the empire, but he even prescribed medicines for Duanmurong. Born in the land of Kunwu, growing above the snow line, gathering when leaving the soil, and spreading when meeting the water, there are very few people in the world who have heard of it, let alone seen it.

After the Mo family heard about it, they realized that they were in a dilemma. The hope they had finally found was annihilated, and no one was reconciled.

But at this time, the outlying investigation village set up by the outskirts of the Mohist city was attacked, killing and injuring a few Mohist children.

When the Mohists rushed to the village where the accident happened to count the names of the dead and injured brothers, they found that there was one missing Mohist brother on duty, named Ah Zhong.

After inspecting the scars of a dead Mohist disciple, Gai Nie got up and frowned, "It's from the Yinyang family."

The master class was a little anxious immediately: "Then is it true that the stronghold here has been exposed?"

Gao Jianli took a step forward: "That's not the case. If it is exposed, the Qin army can directly suppress the situation instead of arresting Ah Zhong."

After hearing this sentence, Zhongren's heart became more and more heavy.

Gai Nie clenched the wooden sword in his hand, and he remembered that someone said in his ear: "It's really easy to let you die, but sometimes living is a kind of pain."

Indeed, sometimes living is more painful than dying; however, there is hope in living.

On the cliff on the outskirts of Sanghai City, Chi Lian accompanied Wei Zhuang to see the scenery of the cliff.These years, she is no longer the infatuated and innocent princess in the Han Palace, Chi Lian thought, the world said that Qilu Mountain is majestic and beautiful, but it seems that it is nothing more than that.

At this time, Wei Zhuang said: "Has the remaining stronghold of the Mohist family been found?"

Chi Lian replied: "Baifeng sent back the news that Meng Tian is gathering Qin's army, and the target may be the mountains in the northwest of Songhai."

Wei Zhuang showed no expression: "It's just a group of remnants and defeated generals, and it seems that the people caught in the net are nothing more than that."

Chi Lian said again: "It may be because of another thing to mobilize the teachers so much."

Wei Zhuang tilted his head, his light-colored pupils became more indifferent in the pale sky: "Oh?"

Chi Lian said: "Lin'er's news said that Fusu was alone when he met Mengtian in Dasanghai. It seems that he was intercepted before, and he was the only one who escaped."

There was interest in Wei Zhuang's eyes: "The Mo family is not so bold, it seems that they have given someone the reputation of assassinating the young master Fusu."

Chi Lian was a little puzzled: "Who could it be? The enemy of the Mo family?"

For this question, Wei Zhuang didn't answer Chi Lian, he raised the corner of his mouth and looked into the distance: "In the troubled times, who can clearly know whose chess piece they are, and who is the chess player?"

On the outskirts of the Mo family, a boy with chestnut hair threw himself into the arms of a white-clothed swordsman and shouted loudly, "Uncle! I miss you so much!" It was Tianming who finally slipped out of Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

Gai Nie put the wooden sword farther away: "Tianming, uncle misses you very much too."

Tianming cast his eyes on the wooden sword next to Gai Nie: "Uncle? Why is it a wooden sword? I am now a giant of the Mohist family. You can ask Mr. Xu to make another sword for you. It must be sharper than Yuanhong."

Gai Nie raised his hand to stroke the boy's hair: "Uncle, thank you Tianming, the wooden sword...is enough."

Of course Tianming didn't quite understand the question that even Robber Zhi couldn't understand, his eyes were full of doubts: "Why?"

Gai Nie raised his head and looked into the distance: "Perhaps, she won't be as sharp as Yuan Hong."

Tianming is used to remembering every word the uncle said before he can understand it.Although in his opinion, the first essence of a sword is "sharpness", it does not prevent him from remembering this passage that he half-understands.

So Tianming changed the subject: "It's so hot today, Uncle, your injury just healed, why didn't you go in while sitting outside?" He looked in the direction Gai Nie was looking at: "Uncle, what are you looking at?"

Ge Nie said slowly: "Uncle is thinking, maybe there should be fog tonight."

Tianming was greatly surprised: "You can see this too? Uncle, how do you know?"

Gai Nie said to Tianming gently: "Do you want to learn? From now on, uncle will teach you, okay?"

Tianming suddenly became happy: "Really? Uncle must teach me!"

……

Gao Jianli stood in front of the window of the house, and waited patiently until they finished talking, and Tianming reluctantly said goodbye to Gai Nie, then opened the wooden door and stood still under the porch: "Tonight, Qin's minions, return to Gushan Pass. The terrain there It is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is also our last chance to stop them." He did not look at Gai Nie, but his voice was just enough for Gai Nie to hear.

The sword master in white lowered his head and stroked the wooden sword in his hand: "Yes, it's foggy tonight, so it's easy to move."

Gao Jianli paused for a moment: "Xiao Zhi will go with you."

Gai Nie stared intently at the wooden sword in his hand, as if he had once stared at Yuan Hong, and said softly, "Okay."

This night, a huge fairy mountain suddenly appeared on the surface of Songhai, ethereal and dreamlike.It attracted many people to stop and watch, unwilling to leave.

Tianming and Shaoyu were attracted by this fantastic scene. They missed the curfew and could only temporarily escape in the city. Unexpectedly, by accident, they saw the long-lost Princess Gao Yue passing through the palace in a sedan chair carried by the puppet of the Yinyang family. Dark streets.His lips were tightly covered by Shaoyu, Tianming could hardly hold back his tears, this was the second time in his life that he felt his cowardice and powerlessness, and the desire to become stronger had never been so strong.

It was twilight, and on the long stone steps leading to Xiaoshengxian Village, young people in curly dresses walked briskly, returning to Sanghai after returning from a study tour, so there were very few opportunities to come out privately.

Suddenly, the handsome man stopped. He raised his head and frowned slightly, looking towards the end of the stairs.

There stood a man with a dark cloak blown up by the wind in the early morning mist, holding a strangely shaped and wide ancient sword in his hand.His long white hair fluttered in the sea breeze. He turned around, raised his hand, and unsheathed the shark-toothed sword.