he doesn't use a knife

Chapter 56

Cinnabar-colored ink fell on the paper.

Xue Lanling was writing.

He sat at the table, lowered his eyes, and wrote the last stroke with a pen.

The words that hide the blade appear vividly on the paper.

He is very focused.

Every stroke, every word is written very seriously and meticulously.

He was in no hurry.

Because he didn't write these words for anything.

He just wants to find something for himself when he has nothing to do.

He also rarely writes for what to do.

In fact, this should be his hobby when he was young. He used to like sitting at the table like this very much, looking out at the branches, leaves, stamens, bluestones and distant mountains, and roof tiles through a window.

——All kinds of beautiful scenery seem to be in the past, close in front of us.

But that was too far away.

So far away that sometimes he suddenly remembered.

I can't help but wonder whether it was a dream, or it actually appeared in my eyes.

He picked up his pen.

Two drops of cinnabar-colored ink fell on the snow-white paper, leaving a mass of red marks.

His eyes followed the direction of the ink stains.

He sighed softly.

When he sighed, Duan Yishuang just walked into the room.

The ink on the paper has been blurred beyond recognition.

When Duan Yishuang approached, it was difficult to see what those words were.

Duan Yishuang asked, "What are you writing?"

Xue Lanling laughed.

He picked up the pen and wrote down two strokes very slowly and meticulously on the blank paper.

"I haven't written your name yet," he said.

So he wrote the word "duan" stroke by stroke on the paper.

Xue Lanling said: "This is a very good surname."

Duan Yishuang said: "But it may not be my surname."

Xue Lanling raised his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

Duan Yishuang said: "Someone saved me and told me that this is my surname. He asked me to think of a name, but I didn't know what to think of. So he said that when I was looking at rivers and mountains from the snow-capped mountains, I wanted freedom the most. The sky is full of snow like feathers, why don't you use the word Yi."

"What happened later?" Xue Lanling asked.

Duan Yishuang said: "I said that I don't like the name Duan Yi. Since there is snow on the mountain, why not use the word Shuang."

Xue Lanling said: "I didn't expect you to come up with your own name."

Duan Yishuang said: "I would regret it occasionally later, why didn't I think of a better name."

Xue Lanling was silent for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "This name is nice enough."

After he finished speaking, he raised his wrist, and wrote the word "Yi" with another stroke.

He dipped the cinnabar in the inkstone, and lightly wrote the first two strokes of the word "Shuang". When there was a pause, Duan Yishuang asked, "What makes this name so good?"

Xue Lanling slowly wrote down the third stroke.

He said: "It sounds good because I have already remembered it."

Duan Yishuang said: "Does this sound good?"

Xue Lanling said: "Why can't this be counted?"

Duan Yishuang said: "There are many people in the world who remember my name, and there are also many people who know that this name means Wuxiajian."

Xue Lanling said: "But the reason why I remember you is different from others."

Duan Yishuang asked: "What's the difference?"

Xue Lanling did not answer immediately.

After he finished writing the word "Shuang" with the last stroke, the surrounding area was soaked in crimson like mist, lining up the blank and neat space like a snow mountain isolated from the world.

"Duan Yishuang" stands quietly on this snow mountain.

Just like when the name "Duan Yishuang" was born.

Xue Lanling put down his pen, lowered his eyelids, and could still see Duan Yishuang's expression in his eyes.

He chuckled and said, "This is a secret, I can only tell you quietly."

Duan Yishuang could only lean forward and listen to the secret, wanting to hear it.

Then everything slowed down, as if in just a split second.

Duan Yishuang only felt that the scene in front of her was turning upside down.

When he came back to his senses, Xue Lanling had already pressed him on the table, and the inkstone filled with cinnabar ink fell on the side of his face, as if there were two drops on his face.

Maybe the words "Duan Yishuang" were printed on the back of his shirt while the ink was still wet.

Duan Yishuang thought dully and in a daze.

Soon he couldn't think of anything else.

There was a layer of unique and beautiful darkness like double shadows of flowers in front of his eyes.

Li Xingchen never knew that the ignorance of the world can be so ignorant.

He is not a fool who is completely ignorant of the world and does not dabble in the rivers and lakes.

As early as when this person refused to admit it to death and spoke strangely, he faintly realized the secret of 16 years ago.

But he never thought that it would be better not to know this kind of secret.

Because I only know it now, and I will suddenly find out how desperate the dealers who have suffered from this disaster have been in the past 16 years.

Li Xingchen did not try to persuade him.

He learned all the truth because he was cruel enough.

He also has thunderous means.

The young owner of Baiyang Villa, who was born in Baiyang Villa, definitely has no reason why he cannot find out the truth through interrogation.

What's more, the people in Xuncheng are so ignorant and ignorant that they can easily be intimidated by him.

They scrambled to tell the secret of that year.

From small things to big things, one by one is connected in series, and the silk threads are woven into a net.

The nightmare that would make them sit up when they dreamed back in the middle of the night also dissipated in the confession and pain again and again.

Saying it now is a relief.

The only way is to face up to the absurdity of the year and what an ambiguous mistake it was.

Only then did he dare to say, "We are the ones who killed the rich businessman Zhuang."

16 years, a full 16 years.

A group of such people live in the lies they have woven, thinking that they are acting for the heavens, and that they are infallible.

Don't want to think, don't want to hear, don't want to see.

Stubbornly lingering in this small town, spending the rest of his life.

Even if you have dreamed about it or regretted it occasionally, you still have to persuade yourself that everyone was doing all kinds of things back then, so why couldn’t you do it yourself?If the dealer had been more generous and handed over the real "Jade Qilin" earlier, wouldn't nothing have happened?

Say they are stupid, they are stupid and chillingly vicious.

Li Xingchen sat on the chair beside the lobby table, his face was terribly dark.

He clenched his fists tightly and looked down at the crowd lying on the ground crying bitterly.

They are all crying.

They all said they regretted it, they all said they were ashamed, and they all said they were obsessed with ghosts.

But where in the world do ghosts haunt their minds?

What really strayed them and made them do these things was the ghosts in their hearts, their greed and jealousy.

Li Xingchen asked them: "When you were doing these things, why didn't you remember how many good deeds Zhuang Fu had done for Xuncheng and how many people he had helped? Didn't anyone among you never receive his advice?" grace?"

"The schools, post stations, inns, restaurants, and studies in this city were all funded by him. You couldn't remember it at the time. You didn't think of it once in the past 16 years, but you didn't think of it until now when you were investigated."

Someone whimpered and cried.

Some people wailed and regretted.

Someone said, "What can I do? Everyone says that, and everyone doesn't want to kill them."

But thousands of reasons can't change the result 16 years ago.

Li Xingchen closed his eyes.

He said in a hoarse voice: "I have traveled all over the world, and I have seen lunatics who betrayed their friends and harmed their families for the sake of magical weapons, and seen perverts who killed young girls for the sake of eternal youth, but I never thought that there is such a place in the world. There are so many devils alive."

When he said this, Zhuang Jue was standing not far away.

Holding a knife, he watched all this coldly.

No matter how miserable those people were crying and how serious their regrets were, Zhuang Jue's expression was as indifferent as ever.

Li Xingchen sighed, and he asked, "I've already found out what happened, what do you need me to do?"

Zhuang Jue replied coldly: "I want you to use the power of Baiyang Villa to tell the world about this and make it public. Let everyone in the world know that this place, this city, happened 16 years ago What, how many people have lived until now, and only now know how to regret it."

Li Xingchen said: "You want them to be ruined."

However, Zhuang Jue smiled: "Defeated? How many people in this world know who they are and what they were doing? Where did they get their names and bodies? They are just empty shells. A little older, if they go out the door, I'm afraid they will be wiped out in ashes immediately."

The sobs from the crowd grew louder.

Someone begged Zhuang Jue to let them go, so that they could make amends in the future.

Zhuang Jue turned his head to look at it: "I just let everyone in the world know about you, but no one wants to see you in particular. Atonement can still be atonement. I want you to be respectful in front of my parents' graves." One hundred and ninety-nine rings, every time you lick it, say 'I was wrong', and when you finish licking, stand on the city wall and shout, 'I am not as good as a beast, I am a beast, and I am not worthy of being a human in my next life'."

He fell silent, and the room was dead silent.

After all, the crowd knelt in front of the grave of Zhuang Jue's parents.

Looking up at the two tombstones, they felt endless regret and coldness in their hearts.

Fear, utter fear.

They thought of Zhuang Jue's cold words, and the corpses that Zhuang Jue had killed with a knife.

They never doubted that Zhuang Jue would still take their lives the next moment.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine rings, that's a lot.

But for one's own life, it is pitifully small, it is insignificant.

Each of them kowtows.

Kowtow is even more pious than when worshiping gods and Buddhas.

They don't care about the pain, they just want to finish the torture earlier.

Tears are going to flow, but I still have to let out a voice and say "I was wrong".

They kowtow right there.

Li Xingchen stood far away, looked at it for a while, and finally shook his head and sighed.

Zhuang Jue didn't look at it.

He didn't really care if they were devout or not.

He had done what he wanted to do, and he was close to a result.

Then he really didn't need to think any more.

He dragged the knife and walked down the long street.

An old man carrying a bucket passed by him. He staggered, tripped over a stone accidentally, and wobbled in a panic, about to fall forward.

Immediately, Zhuang Jue stepped forward to help him hold the bucket, supporting him as well.

The man raised his head and said thanks repeatedly.

The four eyes met for a moment, Zhuang Jue said in shock: "Uncle Cheng!"

The old man whom he called Uncle Cheng was taken aback, and squinted his eyes to look at him carefully for a while.

Cheng Bo said: "Young man, you are so handsome, why doesn't the old man remember you?"

Zhuang Jue blinked.

He has not shed tears for a long time, even when Zhuang Jun asked him if he knew her, he still did not shed tears.

But now when he saw Cheng Bo, there were already tears in his eyes.

Zhuang Jue said hoarsely: "Cheng Bo, I am Zhuang Jue."

Cheng Bo stared at him.

Those cloudy eyes were so bright for the first time in 16 years.

Cheng Bo said happily: "Good, good! So you are Zhuang Jue! Good boy, Cheng Bo knew that you would definitely come back! Cheng Bo knew everything, they were afraid of you and retribution, but Cheng Bo was not afraid! Cheng Bo knew, you He’s a good boy! Come on, come on, Uncle Cheng will help you hide all the gadgets from before, and I’ll wait for you to get them when you come back!”

Zhuang Jue's eyes were red, he was speechless and could only nod.

Cheng Bo joyfully tugged on his wrist, took two steps forward, and suddenly stopped.

Cheng Bo asked, "Son, did you meet Ah Jun later?"

Zhuang Jue opened his mouth.

He hadn't had time to say the answer.

He suddenly looked back as if feeling something.

Huayin stood behind them, tears falling silently, for an unknown how long.

The author says:

Brother Zhuang: I just think they are noisy.

Master Li Shaozhuang still has two brushes, and he also knows how to threaten others.dog head

Xiaoyi and the leader, if they say they like each other, it feels a little bit wrong, and if they say they don't like each other, it still feels very wrong.

Summary: Something is wrong with the leader.

Everything the leader does is wrong, the leader is just a troublemaker.

Yes, I have a showdown.

Their attributes are!

The gong who makes things crazy and the shou(?)