The end of ugly times. The dark and spacious room is airtight. The turbid and damp smell carries the coldness and forces the fate of everyone here. The moss is the bud of nightmare spreading everywhere that can be entrenched and sucked. The candle is like a silent Bodhisattva, motionless and silent. . The room is furnished with old and tattered items - burnt calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls, burnt tables, chairs and coffee tables are arranged neatly and symmetrically in the main hall, a blood-stained screen blocks the feng shui-appropriate position in the living room, and broken books on the shelves. There are several elegant orchids in the vase. This is an incredible room. If the owner of the house has a special hobby of nostalgic for old things, then rearranging these old things that seem to be the aftermath of a disaster will inevitably appear to be a special hobby that is almost paranoid.
The gloomy young man coughed up poisonous blood heavily on the main floor of the house, his veins turned purple, and he secretly swallowed all the pain with his gloomy face.
"How long... can you live?" The young man's words suppressed the anger of years of resentment. He didn't even raise his head, and was still coughing up the poisonous blood remaining in his throat and mouth. It dripped down his chin into the special magic weapon basin at his feet. The poisonous blood turned into many bright purple and poisonous red blood worms that evaporated in the magic weapon basin. The poisonous insects struggled to die in the magic weapon basin and turned into dead blood again, making a heartbreaking and inhuman sound. If it were not for the function of the magic weapon basin, God knows what harm these poisonous insects would have caused! Seeing the dead and alive poisonous insects in the magic weapon basin suffering like hell, the young man seemed to see the same misery as his own fate.
"Huh? Young Master?" The middle-aged man who was taking care of the young man hesitated for a moment, deliberately pretending to be hesitant.
"How long can I live!" The young man could no longer bear to be deceived like this, and finally turned the resentment in his heart into anger.
"...I can probably live for two or three years." The middle-aged man was caught off guard by the sudden anger. He tried to stay calm and continue to conceal it, but lies could only bring hatred and disaster. .
"The five elements in the body are disordered, the curses and poisons begin to attack the heart, the blood is steaming, hum... hum... hum hahaha, I can still live for two or three years, ha... ha, my own life I didn’t know I had three more years to live..." The young man began to show his madness, and the mocking resentment in his voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile contained a faint murderous intention. Did anyone else notice it? "I'm tired of it. I've known that I'm not smart enough since I was a child, but I really don't want to be deceived all the time..."
"Sir, what are you talking about? We treat the old man, we treat you They are all loyal! Don't think too much, take care of yourself!" Another middle-aged man who was about to give the young man medicine said seriously.
"I don't blame you. I also wanted to avenge the old man at first, but I have given up this idea now. It is a pity that your plan failed." The young man's eyes flashed with a sword-like edge. The tenderness with murderous intent may be the tenderness of self-blame after the full and abundant emotions in nature have been trampled on. He has also shown family-like tenderness to the middle-aged men in front of him. They have followed his father for many years anyway. Confidants, they are also elders after all. The young man coughed up a pool of poisonous blood again, and the steaming poisonous insect blood splashed out from the magic weapon basin and stained the ground. It immediately attached to the surface, making the surface as vital as poisonous blood and began to spread out new blood. On the territory, slowly, when the poisonous blood lost its vitality and turned into ordinary blood, the contaminated and altered surface instantly turned into a pool of blood-red poisonous scum.
The middle-aged man who was responsible for taking personal care of the young man glanced at the man responsible for dispensing the medicine. He immediately understood and was about to leave when his head was cut off inexplicably and he fell to the ground.
"Sir, you..." Before the middle-aged man who was responsible for taking care of the young man finished speaking, his head was cut off, and he fell at the young man's feet, knocking over the ritual pot. , the poisonous blood and human blood were splashed on the ground like a rolling hell, the poisonous blood was eating the corpse crazily, like a burning fire...
When the people outside heard the noise, they all rushed into the main hall.
"Hmph! You old dogs who have fallen out of favor, don't even think about taking advantage of me anymore. I want to enjoy myself, and enjoy myself in time! Hahahahaha." The young man coughed up poisonous blood due to ecstasy, and the ground was filled with horror. Blood squirmed, and the sounds of hell gnawed crazily in the room.
"Wow! Ahhhh!" Another middle-aged man instinctively turned around and ran away out of fear and the bite from the drill. After taking a few steps, half of his head was inexplicably cut off, and his head was bloody. Splash on the spot.
They all witnessed this tragic scene, and the middle-aged man who took the lead loudly questioned the young man.
"Master, do you know what you are doing!"
"I want to leave here. If you come to interfere with my business again, I will kill you all." The young man said coldly said.
"Old man, we are all wrong, we are all wrong! In this case, I will go to hell to make amends to you!" The newly entered middle-aged man drew his sword decisively, his eyes full of regret. and tears of sorrow, it seemed that he was going to put an end to all this absurdity with his sword.
"Huh, you elders are always so self-righteous, I'll give you a ride!" The young man's eyes showed ruthless disdain, and the murderous intention returned to his heart.
"You are talking arrogantly!"
The shadows of candles swayed, and some guests were drinking wine and leaning against the canopy window. The man's lost eyes are only staring at the moon, which is also lost in the sky, forming a contrast. Beside the screen, the red damask woman looked dully at the man who didn't care about her appearance, Qin Se seemed to complain. Outside the window, the Wushan Mountains stretch away, with deep thoughts, but the noisy and vulgar night market nearby cannot hide even a little bit of affection. The man's lips curled up slightly as he quietly drank the bitter wine. The hand holding the wine glass fell to the mat as if it had lost all strength, and the wine glass also fell to the side carelessly. He suddenly got close to the red damask woman, and with his other hand he roughly pushed away the fragrance escaping from the skirt. He gently held up the red damask woman's face, and before she could react, he pressed his lips so hard that it made people confused. on the red lips. The red damask woman slowly raised her hand on the piano. She was at a loss and closed her eyes involuntarily. Then she silently lowered her raised hand. The sky is cloudless, will Chang'e on the moon be jealous?
The man began to slowly put his hands on the red damask woman's body, gently tearing open the fragrant damask silk and satin, and then slowly placed his hands on the woman's graceful chest and caressed her gently, His mouth slowly moved to the woman's slender neck. The wind chime swayed gently, and the looming red silk dress touched the man's exposed skin gracefully under the moonlight, making him feel that the woman felt more charming and indescribably cute. He slowly held the woman's back with his right hand and let her She slowly lay down. She didn't dare to open her eyes completely but opened them quietly. She looked at the man passionately for a moment. The man in front of her made her feel happy. The blush on her face and the cute dimples at the corners of her mouth also made her feel happy. He felt extremely happy. He slowly peeled off the butterfly's chrysalis and let the butterfly fly out. This is a charming butterfly, its naked body wrapped in red damask looks particularly charming. Her hands slowly touched the belt on the man's body, then she untied it seemingly lightly and hurriedly, and pulled it out. The clothes on the man's upper body slowly came off. His body was thin but well-proportioned, and his face could not be considered handsome. His face was affectionate and gentle, but she still couldn't understand a pair of eyes that seemed to be missing something, but her shy and surprised red face was already saying that she liked this man now.
The man began to kiss the woman skillfully, and everything seemed like yesterday. The woman just enjoyed the relationship at this moment, and she would not think too much about it, nor did she want to think about it too much. The sound of breathing gradually turned into a gasping sound, the woman's hand and the man's hand were interlocked, the woman's mouth and the man's mouth bit each other, the woman's waist twisted involuntarily, and the man squirmed his lower body more fiercely every time. , the woman's feet clamped tightly on the man's back, and the sound of moans gradually swallowed up the man's hearing. The man's body was radiating heat, invading the woman's fragrance, and they joined together and merged into the heart and spleen. There is a white moon in the sky, the wind chimes are shaking gently, the man is looking at the moonlight blankly, his eyes are almost indifferent, and the woman is lying in the man's arms with a rosy smile.
"It's time for me to go." The man smiled, but his smile was full of hypocrisy.
"You can stay with me. My father and eldest sister are not here today, and I am the only one." The woman lay in the man's arms, teasing the man's nose like a kitten, and heard what the man said. , there was a trace of unspeakable distress in his eyes, and he suddenly hugged the man gently and buried his head gently into his heart.
"No." The man refused firmly.
"I will come over to you after I finish my errands." He added, then held up the woman's face and gently touched her lips for a long, long time. When I woke up from the dream, my eyes opened.
The woman helped the man get dressed and put on his belt, then trotted to the window and picked up the sword that was lying underneath. Then she trotted to the man and handed it to him respectfully with both hands.
"It's so heavy." The woman coquettishly said.
"Right." The man responded with a smile.
"Goodbye." The man didn't say much and left in a hurry.
The woman followed him silently to see him off.
"No need to send it away." The man turned around and said softly, and continued walking.
The woman still sent him off silently.
Before he went downstairs, he said respectfully: "Please walk slowly."
After a moment of sluggishness, he said again: "I'll wait for you to come."
The man smiled and nodded, gradually disappearing into the night. The habit of patrolling at night reminded him that Haishi was about to pass.
If it were not for his status, men would definitely not be allowed to wander any street in Luo City at this time. Those who violated the law at night would be whipped twenty times. The man planned to go to the underground casino near Yongtai Archway to play some hands. The people nearby had already rested, but the underground casino was brightly lit and bustling with people. The few bald heads watching at the entrance knew the man's identity and greeted him politely. The man returned the greeting as usual, then opened the peony curtain with patterns on both sides that combined to symbolize wealth, and walked below. In this smoky place, the hot and stuffy wind hangs men's greatest expectations and disappointments. If women's tenderness is buried with disgusting betrayal, then this is the most trustworthy paradise for men, where there is an empty life. The final surprise.
"Hey! Quanke, here, here!" The man turned around when he heard someone calling his name.
"Come here again today and lose everything." The visitor was playful and playful, and his words were frivolous but to the point.
"Haha, long time no see, Brother Zuo De, we are quite destined to be in this casino."
"Haha, here, I bought Yougan Zi from a Nanman merchant. "Yes." Zuo De handed the man some strange light green fruits.
The man took it and put it in his mouth and chewed it.
"...It's sour, bitter, and a little astringent...but after chewing, there is an intriguing sweetness in your mouth." The man laughed and put another one in his mouth, " Well, it’s bitter first and then sweet. You’re really good at hurting others. Give me a few more.”
“Hey, it’s easy to talk, but I’ll have to hit you later.”
"I can't afford this." The two laughed in unison.
"What are you playing today?"
"Pebbles."
"You really don't play anything else. How much do you bring?"
"Less than 4 taels of silver. I'll lend you half, that's enough."
"Enough. Hey, let me play something else. If you lose all in a while, come to me and watch me gamble. Come on, I'll invite you to Huatanghaiyuan tomorrow to find the most beautiful woman!" Zuo De squeezed away confidently and casually. This guy is always talking about doing great things and becoming a rich and powerful hero, but he just idles around all day long and lives a careless life. Almost everyone who knows him thinks that he is an unrealistic, frivolous and shameless person. To those who look down on him, he will always retort dismissively: "Enjoy it to the fullest." Men like this sentence very much, " "Enjoy it to the fullest" is not something you can do casually.
The man moved towards the big table in the middle and squeezed his way to the table with some effort.
"Four corners, 1 tael."
"Two corners, 1 tael."
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"One dime, three taels. "
"Press one to three for me! 17 taels! ”
“I want twenty-four cents!” 5 taels! ”
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“Twenty-four cents, 60 taels!” "
"Hey, hey, hey! Buy it and leave it, buy it and leave it! Covered, covered! seal up! "
"The fortune teller is optimistic, the fortune teller is optimistic, let's go! "The dealer removed the lid and used a slender wooden stick to distribute the stones, one for every four. "Triangle, triangle, look at it, look at it, triangle! Pass! ”
This is a kind of stone-counting gambling. The dealer uses a round lid the size of a teacup, buckles it on a pile of stones the size of corn kernels, and asks the next player to bet that the number of stones under the round lid is 4. What is the remainder of the multiple? If you divide by 4, the remainder is 1 dime, if you divide it by 2, it is 2 dimes, and if you divide it by 3, it is 4 dimes. The betting method is also very simple. The odds of the next side are 1 to 4 ( For example, if the lower triangle is a triangle, then you win if you get three, and you lose if you get the rest). If the next side is a draw, the odds are 1 to 3. ), the odds of the next two sides are 1 to 2 (for example, if it is a triangle or a triangle, then you will win if you come out of one or three; otherwise, you will lose if you come out of two or four)
The dealer will receive 1. Share the water money.
The man only plays 3 pu every time, no matter whether he wins or loses.
The first pu is four and a half liang.
Two pu, half a liang at four corners, missed.
The third pu, one liang at four corners, missed.
The man left the underground casino and walked straight towards Huatanghaiyuan. , he is on duty tonight. The night wind blows slowly, and the huge towers breathing silently in the night are connected with huge iron chains. They were the Tianqing towers that guarded all directions during Emperor Wu's time. Now they are empty, without any traces. Guards were stationed there, and there was no glimmer of light from the heights of the towers illuminating the neighbors guarding this area. They had become relics of history, the man thought, but they were luckier than those relics that were involved in the chaos and burned. At least they were still in good condition. , maybe it can be used again. The man walked alone, and along the way, he had to use the huge eyes of the stars to witness the traces of Luo City's change from prosperity to decline. He was also involved in the changes of prosperity and decline. , and therefore felt the irresistible encirclement of fate. The man's heart was full of melancholy, but he thought of the woman just now. When did he become such a person who played with women's lust? The woman couldn't tell that his eyes were filled with coldness and no affection. Or were they just grasping at each other's lust to soothe their tired souls? He felt deeply disgusted and couldn't help but laugh. The dogs barked one after another in wakefulness, roaring and spitting mercilessly in the darkness. It blows hard, everything disappears with the wind, but the stars are still alive, the past is vivid and irretrievable.
The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the brightly lit attic in the distance is the paradise of the powerful and money. This is a place where people with status in the city can go without curfew. It is for these people that the man goes to the Wuwuming Archway outside Huatanghai Garden, and suddenly hears unusual noises coming from inside. Picking up his sword and walking quickly through the alleyway of the archway, he encountered something terrible. . The smell of blood hit the nostrils, and was even more refreshing in the darkness. It was a mist that exuded the warmth of the dead. It was obvious from his body that he often went to Huatanghai Garden to look for blood. Yuan Fu, the deacon of Le Sword Sect, could not catch the swordsman's move. Yuan Fu's head flew into the darkness, his body suddenly fell to the ground, and the blood foam gurgled along the wind and seeped into the breathing of the living person. The man saw that the swordsman's killing move was very similar to the sword move he knew. He had been noticed by the swordsman. He was in the narrow alley, next to Huatanghaiyuan's residence. The wall was not high for him. He should have chosen to climb over the wall to avoid the swordsman. But the familiar sword moves pulled him cautiously towards an unknown but already destined fate. The man's sword has been unsheathed, the bright moon is shaking, the wall is drooping, and the sound is like a drum. The two of them slowly approached, and the swordsman's breathing seemed unsteady. The man planned to strike first, waiting for the swordsman to strike first.
About ten feet away, the swordsman made a quick move, and it turned out to be a familiar sword move. If he hadn't been familiar with it, he probably wouldn't have been able to dodge it. That is the third form of "Fu Yi" in the Twelve Joints of Taoist Swordsmanship, but the swordsman's starting position almost eliminates the action of drawing the sword in the third form, and the timing is more perfect. Moreover, the swordsman's sword trajectory is abnormal and the shape is Like a sword whip, it was like a stream of cold light in the darkness. Although he barely managed to avoid the slashing attack on his neck, it was still whipped across his chest, causing bleeding. The man also used the third stance to fight back. The swordsman turned sideways and retracted his sword from bottom to top to block the slashing stance. The sword blades intertwined and sent out a sharp bite like a snake's roar. The metal trembled and twisted the two sword blades into two. Buzzing waves. The swordsman's clothes were torn around his neck and collarbone, but the man had no intention of giving in. The swordsman was a little surprised. It seemed that no one could escape his first move. The swordsman did not adjust his breath and immediately took action. The sixth move was "Shoulder Release", the eleventh move was "Ghost Mo", and the second move was "Miao Yu". "Stab", the swordsman does not use feints at all, but uses all killing moves. Each move is directed at the vital point, like a hungry ghost eager to bite people, but the opponent in front of him seems to be familiar with his methods to defeat them one by one. . The eroded silence exuded rapid and short gasps of blood and metal, and the darkness was occasionally cut open by two cold lights. The sound was so loud, and was sucked into the gap so quickly, leaving a sinking nothingness. Is he so anxious to kill me? The man thought. The man did not directly use the sword move, but used the sixth, eleventh and second posture feints one after another. The swordsman was not in a hurry to break the move, he just took advantage of the situation and made feints because he guessed correctly. The man was using feints to force out his weaknesses, and he had exactly the same intention. All of this seemed familiar, and the man thought more and more of a name that was not far away. The swordsman's breathing became more rapid. He took a step back. The soft sword in his hand hung like drops. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath! The man's figure further confirmed a name that was not far away but impossible, because that name had been buried in the sea of ??fire. The man understood, and turned with his left foot forward. His sword movement gradually blended in with the surrounding scene. He waited for the swordsman to open his eyes. Everything reappears like yesterday, those bright tree shadows, the chirping of cicadas and the mantras recited loudly when practicing swordsmanship, "The Twelve Joints of Taoist Swordsmanship Sword Sutra, the mind method, the bridges in the fairy forest, the emphasis is on the scenery to become the sword." Born from the heart, feelings are placed in the heart, borrowing feelings to enter the scenery, the scenery and scenery complement each other, and the sword is like a bright light." Open your eyes and start to inherit! The sword in the swordsman's hand seemed to be born from the flesh, and the sword's trajectory was simply contrary to common sense. Even if he was familiar with that move, he couldn't break it, let alone avoid it. The man relaxed and called out the name, "You are Muhai? "
A thought of separation. The sword in the swordsman's hand has been withdrawn, his breathing has become disordered, but he has also relaxed. He did not answer, and the two of them were silent, as if it was only a moment and a long time passed. The swordsman turned and left, and his figure made Quanke even more certain that he was the friend who was recorded hiding in the sea of ??fire and dying during the civil strife in Jianmen.
This is an ugly time.
P.S: The English in the title is the song name, which is the theme song of this scene. You can search and listen to it.