The sky is full of yellow sand, and the wind is everywhere.
This vast, desolate, uninhabited place is called the Western Regions.
In April, the crescent-shaped water surface is full of pear blossoms.
The people who practiced swords on Mingsha Mountain walked towards the crescent-shaped water pool step by step.
She is a woman with a plump face and a plump figure. The skin is like clotted fat, and the bone is formless. The plump face is like a silent Guanyin.
It is also a very beautiful woman.
Her clothes were light and mopped. The color of the garment shimmers with the sheen of the sun, close to the texture of gold. It is a beautiful garment made of fine silk.
Her light skills are excellent, flying in the air, like clouds, like smoke, and like fog.
However, she prefers to walk, preferring to walk from Mingsha Mountain to Crescent Spring, like an ordinary woman rather than a person with special skills.
The road she had walked was lined with pear blossom trees. It was transplanted from the Central Plains by my mother's first lover, with pale white petals and tiny stamens. It exudes a strange fragrance, slightly drunk and slightly drunk.
The petals fluttered in the air, and she spread her fingers slightly, reaching out to grab any piece of it she liked.
On every petal, there are hidden secrets of her and unknown calamities in the rivers and lakes.
She likes the waters of Crescent Spring, clear, clear, and never dirty.
She likes to use this pool of water to wash her black green hair; a fair cheek; a smooth neck; two protruding nipples; a flat lower abdomen; A pair of chubby feet.
She loved it, washing from head to toe, this feeling, indescribable.
Her bare feet, walking on a thorny cactus, others would frown, but she wouldn't. She wasn't even afraid of the long sword that sealed her throat with blood, would she be afraid of a small thorn? Who is she, she is a swordsman from the Western Regions who deters the Central Plains martial arts--- she doesn't have a sword!
With every step she took, she had to look behind her, and the cacti she had stepped on were all gone. She smiled, her gaze looking farther into the sky. There, there is an even wider desert. You can't see the horizon, you can't see the camels. But I saw cacti one by one, like small fingers, growing in the wind.
She fed a sturdy Bactrian camel, in front of which she laid herself rest, and behind her, the dead who died by her sword.
She doesn't like to taste human flesh and human blood, but her camel does.
She and Ben were not the owners of the camels, but the original owners of the camels were her mother. After her mother's death, she inherited everything from her mother.
Including hobbies, including names, including this camel that eats human flesh, drinks human blood, and gnaws human bones.
It is probably the only camel in the world that does not eat forage.
Actually, she didn't like the camel very much, and more often than not, she just used it as a pure tool. They don't see it as a life, a living individual with the same dignity as themselves.
So, she doesn't bathe the camels as often as she treats herself. She even felt that the camel's body was not clean on its own, and that it would stain the water of the crescent spring. However, she always remembered her mother's advice. So, she would occasionally scoop a few large ladles of water by the spring to wash away the dust from the camel's hair. In a far, far away place from the spring.
She knelt on her knees by the crescent moon spring, folded her hands, took a pool of clear water close to the tip of her nose, and sniffed it, it was the kind of smell she was familiar with. She stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it, sweet and refreshing. She pursed her mouth as if sucking her mother's milk, sucking the spring water in her palm, and slowly, a small stream of water flowed down her throat to the depths of the dantian.
It's delicious! She exclaimed. Standing up, untying her bun and taking off her light feather coat, the girl's smooth carcass was soaked in the water like jade, and the shallow water flowed up her instep, gradually rising, drowning her calves.
She poured spring water on her unsubmerged skin, and she enjoyed the process. During this quiet time, she had no distractions. Her mind was so clear. She will forget that she is a woman who walks the rivers and lakes, and her hands are covered in blood.
The moon is nearing mid-heaven. The moon was projected in the water, and she stood still in the water, imagining that the full moon was her face, cold and without a smile.
That's ruthlessness. That's callousness.
Even if it's not in her nature, she has to do it. Otherwise, she won't be able to pick up those who have nothing to do with her. However, those people were her enemies. Because the mother's enemy is her own enemy. She wants to inherit everything from her mother, including revenge.
She soaked enough in the water to take a shower. She put her hair in a bun, put on her dress, and walked back the way she had come. As she walked, she counted the pear blossom trees on both sides of the road, and there were thirty-six left.
There were thirty-six more people. She said, wrenching her fingers.
One person in a month, twelve months in a year, twelve people. Thirty-six people, just three years to solve. At that time, she will be a successful woman.
Before her kung fu was perfected, she thought that it would be very difficult to deal with an enemy who had been adrift in the rivers and lakes for many years. Besides, there are so many enemies.
She once thought that her road to revenge was long, and she had to devote her life's time and energy to complete the revenge. Unexpectedly, she was only seventeen years old, and she had already killed twenty-eight famous men in the rivers and lakes. It turns out that killing people is nothing but a knife and a head to the ground!
All the enemies added up to seventy-two, and eight of them were killed by their mothers during her lifetime.
For every person they killed, they had to cut down a pear blossom tree. The tree seems to have no meaning other than a symbol of death.
Next, werewolves. She said coldly, pulling a petal in the air. On the petals was a signature mark she had pinched out with her fingernails: a monster with a human body and a wolf's head, long saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth. Without looking closely, no one will discover the secrets on this piece of petals.
It's time to leave this land again, this time, to Henan.
I heard that a martial arts conference is being held there. And the ultimate purpose of convening the conference is to select a person with the highest martial arts skills to deal with another person with high martial arts. It is rumored that people in the rivers and lakes say that she has no sword. And this person is none other than herself. And her other unknown name is called Falling Flower.
This is another name she gave herself when she saw the sword rising and the trees cracking and the flowers were all over the sky. She felt that the name was very meaningful: sword light, sword shadow, blood rain, and bloody wind.
It's all like falling flowers, and there are many illusions.
Step by step, she walked into her residence. It's not so much a dwelling as a cave. Because, it is the paradise she has created for herself inch by inch with her sword. In fact, there are many ready-made caves here, and she can find a place for herself to live casually. However, she could not stand the smell or traces of strangers or strange creatures. She suffers from a severe cleanliness habit.
He also suffers from severe mental cleanliness.
Her cave was full of murals and men, and every man was different. This is based on the appearance of the enemy that her mother described before her death. Now, the portraits of twenty-eight people have been pierced beyond recognition by her sword. There are also thirty-six people, lifelike.
She drew her sword from under her pillow, her fingertips quickly sliding over its body, and a dazzling light quickly faded from her eyes, making it impossible to see where it was coming from. Only one stream of heat flows through the body, from top to bottom, repeatedly. This is the true qi in the sword, and it is in harmony with the vitality in the body.
From this, it can be imagined that the supreme realm of the unity of man and sword is not skill, but tacit understanding.
She hung her sword over her shoulder, packed her bags, and pulled her camel out of another cave. She wants to go to Henan in the stars and the moon to deal with another enemy, and by the way, to meet a person who wants to take her life in the near future.
When passing by the Crescent Spring, she dipped her fingers in a little water and wiped it on the center of her eyebrows, and then pasted the petals on it, like a gentle feather, trembling slightly.
She kept walking in the opposite direction to the Western Regions. Every time she walked to a prosperous place, she had to inquire how far away she was from Henan. After walking so far, she found that she was alone on a camel.
How come there are only people on horseback and not camels? She frowned, looking like she didn't know why.
She has never been to Henan, but her name has long been known all over the world.
She is rumored to be an ugly, vicious old woman. This is because she often kills people with a mask. Moreover, she never used a second sword to kill, only, only one sword.
so that it may live, and life is better than death.
On this day, she came to a restaurant called Drunken Immortal, tied her camel to the pillar outside the restaurant, entered the store, and asked for a plate of salted peanuts and a pot of good Tieguanyin. In the end, I said, hey, Xiao Er, how far is it from Henan?
Xiao Er smiled and said, guest officer, you really don't know! This is Henan!
She kept silent, walked to the door, and looked at the scenery outside, everything was not what she imagined, and the people coming and going on the street had different shapes. Vendors, beggars, handicraftsmen, broad-minded people, servants, and more are ordinary people. She didn't find anyone with the same skills as herself.
She sat back down in her place, eating her salted peanuts and sipping the tea. She looks laid-back. Sometimes close your eyes and recuperate. In fact, her ears have been listening intently to the movements around her. Her ears have an unusual sensitivity.
Suddenly, she heard a peculiar sound of footsteps coming from far and near. It was the footsteps of two people, and she judged for sure. Moreover, one of them is extremely profound, and is in no way inferior to his own.
Sure enough, after a while, two customers came in the store and sat down at a table across from them.
She looked at the two people out of the corner of her eye, one was a middle-aged man, short and thin, and he couldn't weigh a few taels of flesh all over his body. One is an eighteen-year-old boy, born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and is the kind of appearance that can attract the affection of girls, and he is naturally graceful and proud.
The boy faced her, but he didn't know who he was smiling at. However, that smile made her heart tremble inexplicably. She never had any fluctuations in her heart because of other people's smiles. Never. And, again, to a stranger!
But today ... Weird!!
So, she looked at the young man opposite, he was really beautiful, the eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, lips, nothing was not perfect, nothing was not affectionate. Especially the white dress he wears, it seems to be beautiful from the palace.
Hey, are you going too?
The middle-aged man asked him.
Why? The boy replied.
Fight. Don't go.
After the boy finished speaking, he glanced at her across the table. She sensed the heat of his gaze, and deliberately turned her face away from the window.
She couldn't see anything outside the window except the hunting wine flag. Because, the angle between her desktop and the window just forms a dead corner where only one wine flag can be seen.
The young man walked over, put one hand on the edge of her table, and said, Are you waiting for someone?
She shook her head. That's the same as me, going to the martial arts conference? The boy smiled slyly. He just said he wouldn't go.
She looked up at the boy, who had not told him anything, but had mistaken him into believing that she had acquiesced to him.
Can I invite you over for a drink? The teenager said.
Invite me for a drink? If you are not stingy, drink it. She said lazily.
Well, happy, I like to make friends with people like you. After saying that, he poured two large glasses of wine, one for her and one for himself. The two of them stood up at the same time, touched each other, and drank it all with their necks tilted. The wine glass is upside down on the table, and there is not a drop left.
The two drank glass after glass, and from beginning to end, neither of them remembered how many glasses they drank. Anyway, when he checked out, he paid a lot of money.
Both were drunk and red-necked, but both claimed that they were not drunk. They don't seem to understand that their tongues are badly curled and their speech slurred.
You-good-wine-quantity!!
The boy said with a thumbs up.
You—also—well—wine—amount!!
She imitated him too, giving her a thumbs up.
The boy held the table and looked up to the sky and laughed.
The sound of laughter resounded throughout the restaurant, shaking off the surrounding dust, fluttering, and falling into the wine glasses and dishes of the guests. A few of the guests angrily threw down a few pieces of silver and walked away.
One of the guests came here, pointed at the young man and scolded, Hey, the turtle king eight boys, can you close your stinky mouth, otherwise, Uncle Ben will pick your skin.
The boy was still laughing, and louder. There was an eerie intimidation to the voice, and the man's hairs stood on end. He knew that he had encountered a strong enemy today, so he fled in the wilderness, he was afraid that if he took a step slowly, he would be picked up by others.
It's not impossible.
The boy laughed tiredly, so he buried his head on the table and fell asleep.
But she didn't laugh.
She never smiled.
She had been watching him smile.
She won't laugh anymore.
Since the day she inherited her mother's wishes, she has not smiled. The muscles on her face were suitable for only one expression: indifference.
She was also sleepy. rushed to Henan from the Western Regions, wearing stars and moons all the way, and didn't sleep well. She needs to get a good night's sleep and recuperate. Then, go and complete her next goal.
Her goal is to kill people. Mother's revenge on her daughter, this is her mission. Also, she can't shirk her responsibility.
She propped her arms on the table, rested her head lightly on it, and fell asleep.
By the time she woke up, it was early in the morning.
There was no one around her.
The young man, who had left at some point, had left here. And she didn't know at all. Not even a single movement was heard. He even wondered if the meeting with him yesterday was a dream?
Her temples were soft and her head ached, proving that yesterday's events were true, and she drank a lot of wine. Her strength has not yet returned to the way it was before drinking.
In fact, she is a person who does not drink, and she is not strong enough to drink. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been drunk yesterday.
The reason why she was so drunk was because she was happy in her heart. It's because in a city that she is very unfamiliar with, someone is willing to invite her for a drink, and moreover, it is a stranger. One of the people who called her a friend.
He didn't know who I was. She thought. If you knew, you would definitely disdain to make friends with me. Even, maybe kill me.
She touched the long sword hanging behind her shoulder, and it was still there. She stood up, asked Xiao Er for a basin of water, dipped her fingers in the water, scrubbed her teeth, washed her face, wiped the water stains on her face with the silk handkerchief she carried with her, and took out a peach wood comb from the bag, and combed her hair according to her reflection in the basin water. She combs quickly and well, which is much more time-saving than the average woman.
After doing all this, she asked for a ** sauce beef.