Inner Demons

The old man with white beard and hair, nicknamed “Murder” when he was young, felt his chest rise and fall like a bellows. After the two sharp swords, he felt his arms tremble slightly, and his heart was beating in his chest as if he was about to jump out.

But his body was filled with blood that was hot again. He once again experienced the indulgence and destruction of pleasure.

He remembered a long, long time ago, when the head was cut off in the heavy rain. The blood sprayed to the sky, just like the moment. The blood tightened his skin, and the sweet smell made him alert.

I will also think of how he, who was lonely and widowed in the past several decades, saw Da Lang grow up, marry, have children, and be alone. He is a handicapped servant, but he thinks Da Lang is his son.

He has nothing now.

I feel hollowed out. But the emptiness was quickly filled with something else… The hostility and cruelty suppressed by certain emotions spewed out like a hidden volcano.

The murderer Meng Ou stood up straight and closed his eyes. There was a long, dull gasp from his chest. After a quarter of an hour he opened his eyes sharply and groaned. There was a crackle around the joints of the joints, and the old man who straightened his back seemed to grow a few feet tall in an instant. The “Seven Killing Knife” he urged to Peak is burning his life crazily-this domineering cultivation technique that he got accidentally when he was young and made him break his name has become deadly poison and burning. fire.

He exhaled slowly.

The white mist is like a dragon of sharp arrows, piercing the night sky.

After three breaths, the old man easily lifted the thirteen-jin thick-backed big ring knife and walked to the west courtyard. Walked a few steps away and saw a maid oncoming.

The little maid was looking at Qiao Jiaxin. But Qiao Jiaxin didn’t make any noise or noise this night, and the two became tired and hungry. So she went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

But in the dark I heard the sound of crash-bang, and vaguely saw the old man’s white beard and hair illuminated by the moonlight. The sleepy and tired little maid snorted in her heart, and while walking hurriedly, she whispered: “old bastard, the great aunt jumped in the middle of the night.”

After three more steps, I can see the old man clearly. . See the blood on the old man’s face.

The little maid stopped subconsciously, thought for a while, and called out.

But the old man has already walked to her side without stopping or looking at her.

Just a raised hand. Knife up, head down. Keep going.

blood-reeking qi is permeated in the breeze of spring night, mixed with wine-smelling meat balsam powder. Meng Og walked to the door of the west courtyard and opened the door. Langyan **** and laughter rushed back, but now he can’t beat him.

He limped toward the pavilion with an urgent desire. The night breeze rises. The candlelight in the pavilion was erratic. The tip of the knife fell, and the metal made a harsh sound on the stone slab—the three finally turned their heads.

The dullest person also noticed the unusualness of the old man. At this moment, Qiao Wang Family finally remembered what Qiao Duanhong had accidentally mentioned.

“…Master Meng has grown older in recent years. When he was young, he was not a good temper.”

“…Called a murderer. Don’t look at Master Meng. It looks like this now…there is nowhere to go in the dart board…”

“…Have you never seen him do something? But a good one.”

I was inexplicably frightened right now. . Staring straight at the blood on his face, raising his finger, he exclaimed in disbelief: “Kill…killed? You killed?”

“Yes. old man …Killed.” The old man with white beard and hair said in such a strange tone and hoarse voice.

When I was young, that was how I spoke.

“Not enough kills yet.” He took two steps forward. Walking slowly, but not to deliberately create oppression or play cat and mouse games. But because of the domineering skill of the “Seven Killing Knife”, his life force is about to be overdrawn.

“Da Lang left just now. You two, you are going to accompany him.” He finally stepped onto the steps and saw the frightened faces of the three people.

Qiao Jiaming blinked for a while because of drunken eyes, only to realize that the old man with a big knife was only three steps away from him. He shuddered in fright, pushed Qiao Liu away like an electric shock, and tried to escape in a panic.

“You can go!” The old man snorted and slashed with a knife. The blade broke through, and the hoop on the back of the blade crash-bang.

The blade first cut off the white veil between the two, and then ran over Qiao Liu’s arm, opening a long gap. Then… the castration was suddenly slow. Suddenly it lost its supernatural powers like a wandering dragon, folds down heavily, and chops it on the stone table.

The sound of cups, plates and bowls shattering was mixed with the sound of three people running in panic. Qiao Liu screamed loudly, Qiao Jiaming screamed louder. But after the three of them howled for a while, they suddenly realized…the old man was silent.

And I heard the sound of a heavy knife crashing on the ground.

Looking back in shock, he found that the old man had fallen to the ground. Knock your forehead to the edge of the table first, then hit the stone bench, and then land. The blood spurting from the mouth and the blood overflowing from the forehead dyed his hair and beard red, and it looked like he was dead.

Qiao Jiaming was stunned for a long time before pushing away the Qiao Liu who was crying and crying that he was going to die, and kicked Meng Ou with his toe. Seeing that he didn’t respond and didn’t look like a fraud, he walked over and stooped his nose.

Then gnashing his hands, gnashing teeth said: “This old killer! He is not dead yet! It’s him! Killing!”

He said, just by drinking Go to the big sword on the ground. But after all, he was hollowed out by the wine, drank too much, and the knife was heavy. When I took it, I didn’t even pick it up.

I heard Joe Wang Family holding on to the redwood pole of the pavilion, and tremblingly said: “That’s all that’s all, let him live first. He was tied up and sent to Fu Yin. Da Lang died… Meng Og, just right. The housekeeper is through foreign bandits. Anyway, when he was young, I heard that he was also a thief. Li Fuyin… didn’t he just say that he wanted to find a cause? This is here.”

“The old servant knows foreign bandits? Huh?” Qiao Jiaming’s eyes widened, “Who would believe in such a thing?”

“It’s really hard to believe, so stupid. “Qiao Wang Family gloomy face, look at Qiao Jiaming, and then at the crying Joe Liu, “Besides, who is this old bastard…normally close to? Did you forget?”

“Huh?” Qiao Jiaming blinked.

“Oh.” Joe Wang Family sighed, “Liu Lao Dao. Two people normally drink together? You don’t want the Dragon King Temple on the back street? Didn’t Li Fu Yin say the day before, no It’s easy to start from the beginning? That’s it!”

Qiao Jiaming slapped his face at this time, forgetting the shock just now, and became proud of the alcohol. I was proud for a while, then gnashing teeth said: “Okay, I was thinking about it. Huh, originally I didn’t want to embarrass the old man. But who is that kid — eh? What is the kid’s name?”

“Whatever his name is. Sister Jiaxin, I haven’t touched a finger yet, but he is, eh? He beat me that day? The look of his oily noodles is not a good thing. Liu Dao’s discipline? Hey, I know about those pickling things! What kind of boy? Boy? Isn’t it just for fun? Those who say cultivation, huh, who doesn’t get a few, little bunny of soft skin and tender meat? What is it called, It’s called…um…after, after…”

Qiao Wang Family is slightly frowned, and doesn’t seem to like to hear him say these things: “You can’t talk about this when you come to the hall in the future. Keep it under control Your own mouth. This time it was Li Fu Yin who was short of money to see the Dragon King Temple. Normally, he is a Fu Yin and earns a few thousand taels of silver a year. How can he be embarrassed for a house? .”

“You should not be talking about a boy, but rather that the people up and down in the Qiao Family escort are gone. He is an old man with the dart, and a young man is unscathed. Then I came back, but the servant who had good acquaintance with the old way killed the Patriarch first, and then killed Mistress. Master Yin of the Jiaofu interrogated carefully, and then I learned that it was the Lao Dao Liu and Meng Yi who were interested in money, Litong Foreign gangsters. You remember, don’t ask again when the time comes!”

Qiao Jiaming waved his hand impatiently: “Hey, women, I always like to think a lot. Then Old Dao Liu and that kid are just ordinary people. If Fu Yin wants to handle the case, he finds a way to get someone out of the way, hits a 50-kill stupid stick, and the man of iron strikes also recruits-long-winded that many do…”

……

So many things happened in a house across the street, but Li Yunxin only learned about it seven days later.

Liu Lao Dao woke up the next day, dizzy and said that he had seen a ghost last night, but he was afraid that he was drunk and dazzled. Li Yunxin simply told him that it was true-he went out, only to see him hit the spot a few times before fainting.

It’s better to explain this to him.

Then it was the painful process he tried to break through the prohibition every day. On the second day there were a little more people who came to worship, and on the third day there were fewer people. After all, it is an unremarkable temple, and the neighbors in the neighborhood know about it. When it comes, the news will not spread quickly. It will probably take a while before the things like “the dragon king temple in the city showed the true spirit” will gradually spread to more people’s ears.

After all, it was not the era of information explosion before him. In the same city of Wei, one year later, it is not surprising that people somewhere in the city know what is happening today.

But this is also a good thing for Li Yunxin. The incense in the temple gradually became vigorous, and the water could flow slowly, so that he could adapt and get used to it slowly, so as not to make himself seem to explode.

He learned to use the spirit strength that can be mobilized, wrapped in incense and wishing to collect it into his “Snow Mountain”. By drilling one hole after another in Snow Mountain with that willing force, I felt that the Spiritual Qi available to me was increasing day by day.

Three days later, he was able to endure the pain while walking around with his expression as usual. It’s just that the pace will be slower and the face will be paler. Some pilgrims occasionally saw Li Yunxin. They were surprised at when the old Dao had a little discipline, and at the same time surprised at his handsome appearance. Some women said in private that Liu Lao Dao had no children and that this little Dao leader would inherit his Legacy in the future. The appearance is okay, there is another property, and the temple has income, it is a good match.

It’s just that the trail looks bad, and I don’t know if he will be ill in the future.

Li Yunxin looks older than his actual age. So in two days, there will be a matchmaker coming to ask – of course he amusedly refused.

This is because he often shows up recently.

In the past, when I stayed in a mountain village, all I saw were villagers. Now that I have come to Weicheng, the “Magic Capital” of this World, of course I really want to see how people live here. He was a psychiatrist in his previous life, and he loved seeing people before, and he is the same now.

So in the daytime, he entered the role of the “Liu Lao Dao” discipline, sweeping the courtyard and arranging incense. Say a word or two to a few familiar faces, nodded. Then I took a bench and sat in a corner of the vestibule and looked at the pilgrims who were passing by in a daze-others saw him in a daze, but he was attacking his restraint, by the way…

How to deal with Jiu Young Master, Bai Yunxin, and possible crisis. Look at people more at this time, there will always be some good ideas.

People are indeed very interesting creatures.

It’s just that he didn’t expect, and before these big crises arrive, another troublesome thing came to his door.

Qiao Family matter.

The seventh morning after seeing the faceless ghost of Qiao Jiaxin.

People have not that many a few days ago. Probably every morning, Yoon Young Lady, who sells tofu on the street, will come to offer incense and make a wish. “Yin Young Lady” is the name of Li Yunxin-the girl will glance at Li Yunxin with a smile and shame from the corner of her eyes, “Aiya calls me Yin Xueruo”.

In fact, to be fair, Yin Young Lady is indeed pretty good. Probably because of the famous name “Snow”, it is extremely white. Under the neck, you can see the blood vessels of light azure. The thick eyelashes cast shadows on the snow-white cheeks in the sun, like two butterfly wings. She is a slender and petite figure. Li Yunxin couldn’t see her legs through the sarong, but just by looking at her posture, it was probably the kind of little stunner who was chased and held in the palm of his hand in his time.

It is considered beautiful in vain, and rich in this street.

The last time a dime of silver was incense, converted to Renminbi of his time, it was two hundred yuan. He pondered and wondered-a girl threw away for 200 yuan every morning, and threw away for 6,000 yuan a month, without blinking…what kind of Ms Perfect?

But such a girl, in the novel Legendary, is also a “tofu Xi Tzu” character-the most unremarkable ordinary character in the story. Every time he thinks about this, he finds it more interesting. Seeing things with one’s own eyes is indeed different from seeing things with the eyes of others.

In the early morning of this day, when this girl Yin entered the incense as usual, and walked to Li Yunxin as usual and said “Morning, Little Daoist Priest”, Mr. Liu said Frowning his eyebrows, he walked in through the front door.

When I looked up and saw Li Yunxin, my face was bitter. Then, he walked to Li Yunxin like a child begging for sweets but afraid that the adults would refuse: “Brother Xin, something happened…”