The autumn wind is very cold, and Nan Er's knife is even colder.
Standing at the door of Sima's house were two young swordsmen with sharp blades in their arms. They were both well-known swordsmen in the world. With a long knife in their hands, killing someone was as easy as killing a chicken.
But today, they saw real sword skills.
They saw Nan Er coming.
Saw him draw his sword.
Then he saw his headless body still standing there.
As if just a gust of autumn wind blew by, the heads on their necks automatically detached from their necks and fell to the ground.
Dong Dong Dong Dong, four sounds.
Two sounds were the sound of heads falling to the ground, and two sounds were the sounds of the long knives they held in their arms breaking.
For a swordsman, his sword is his life.
If the knife is broken, life will naturally be lost.
Nan Er raised his head and stared at the plaque hanging high on the door. On it were written two large characters in vigorous and powerful strokes: "Sima".
Once upon a time, these two words should be "Nangong".
This was his former home, and now it is also the home of his enemy.
His whole family was wiped out more than ten years ago, and now he wants these enemies to pay the same price.
"kill."
Nan Er's voice was hoarse, and his voice was so low that only he could hear it.
Take a step, enter the door, swing the knife.
For a moment, it was extremely quiet.
The first reaction of all those who noticed Nan Er coming in was to touch the sword at his waist, and then they lost their breath before the sword was even drawn out.
As he walked, people fell down along the way.
There was obviously singing and dancing in the hall, but Nan Er did not choose to go there, but deliberately bypassed the hall and went to the back house.
He came here tonight to take revenge, but not to take revenge on Sima Qingfeng and Chu Tianba, but to take revenge on everyone in the Sima family and the Chu family.
Sima Chunlei, who was toasting in the room, suddenly raised his head and glanced outside the room, but found no clues.
I wanted to go out and take a look, but I was stopped by my relatives and friends.
Sima Chunlei looked back anxiously to look at his father, Sima Qingfeng, who had gray hair. The latter probably misunderstood what he meant and shook his head gently at him.
The drunken Chu Tianba on the side still insisted on giving everyone a drink, and Sima Chunlei could only accompany him.
Nan Er kept walking and walked to the door of the east courtyard by accident.
I have been with my brother since I was a child, and I have been to the east courtyard countless times. But now when I came to the door again, I found that everything had changed.
Yes, even the owner of this courtyard has changed, how can the furnishings in the courtyard remain unchanged?
He had no intention of staying, but suddenly he heard a strange friction sound, like a piece of cloth rubbing hard on the ground.
The sound came from the kennel at the entrance of the east courtyard.
Nan Er raised the knife in his hand.
Even if it was a watchdog raised by the Sima family, he would not let it live.
Tonight, it is destined that the Sima family will not be spared.
But following the sound, it was not a dog that stumbled out of the kennel, but a man with broken arms and legs.
The moon tonight is big, round, and bright.
The knife in Nan's hand began to tremble. This was the first time since he stepped into the door of Sima's house that he could not swing the knife in his hand.
The moonlight is white, and so is the light of the sword.
The man who had been kept as a guard dog for more than ten years tried his best to sit up straight on the ground, and then smiled at the stunned Nan Er.
Nan Er's eyes turned red instantly, and tears mixed with blood flowed down from the corners of his eyes.
More than ten years ago, whenever I came home late from playing, my brother Nangong No. 1 would always lean on the door frame of the east courtyard like this, looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Second brother, where did you go to be naughty again?"
The elder brother's words still ring in my ears.
After more than ten years of inhuman treatment, no one can compare with the half-human, half-ghost existence in front of him and the high-spirited Nangong No. 1.
But Nan Er is his biological brother. The brothers are connected by blood, how could they not recognize him.
Nan Er put down the knife in his hand, knelt down on his knees with a pop, and hugged the person in front of him into his body.
He wanted to cry loudly, just like he had cried to his brother every time he had been wronged since he was a child.
But he couldn't cry.
His mouth was wide open, but no sound came out of his throat. Tears mixed with blood poured down, making the clothes of the two people hugging each other wet.
Nangong No.1 smiled and rested his chin on his brother's shoulder. In the past, Nan Gong also liked to rest his chin on his shoulder.
My mother left early, and my brother didn't even have time to see her.
The head of the Nangong family is busy with things, and because of the death of his wife, he has become somewhat withdrawn and difficult to approach.
So Nan Er's childhood was almost spent in the arms of Nangong No. 1.
"Second brother..."
Nangong No. 1 has never been crazy.
After he was caught, the Sima family tortured him for a year, just to get out of him the ancestral forging method of the Nangong family, but when he refused to tell him, the Sima family continued to intensify the torture on him. torture.
In the end, he had to pretend to be crazy and live like a dog for more than ten years.
Why?
How many times in the middle of the night did Nangong Qi cower in the drafty kennel when he dreamed about it, and when he recalled all the things he had encountered, he couldn't help but ask himself why.
Why live like this?
Everyone in the Nangong family is dead, so one more person would not be too much.
Why continue to live?
In fact, Nangong No. 1 has never had an answer. Whenever he can't hold on any longer, he can't help but think of his younger brother who has escaped.
He held a long black sheath knife that was a head taller than him, and struggled to get out of the narrow dog hole under Nangong No. 1's gaze.
It wasn't until today that Nangong No. 1 knew why he had persisted for more than ten years, just for today's reunion.
When his younger brother left the Nangong family with a knife, Nangong No. 1 had a premonition that he would definitely come back and kill all the enemies here with the anger of revenge for the entire Nangong family.
"Cough cough cough..."
Nangong No. 1 coughed a few times, and in the arms of his grown-up brother, he bit his tongue and committed suicide in the calmest way.
He closed his eyes, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his smiling mouth.
In fact, after more than ten years of persistence...
It's just that he still wants to see his brother again.
Nan Er heard his brother's cough. He hugged his brother's thin body and was about to check on his condition, but found that he had stopped breathing.
Because he died in his brother's arms, Nangong No. 1 not only closed his eyes, but also had a smile on his lips.
"ah……"
Nan Er opened his mouth wide and squeezed out a silent shout from his throat.
The blood and tears in the corners of his eyes had dried up, leaving only two dark red marks.
He gently picked up his brother and picked up the counter-grain knife on the ground with his right hand.
Stomp, tap, tap, footsteps came from behind.
More than a dozen servants armed with sharp knives gathered around him. Each of them had a fierce look in their eyes, and they attacked Nan Er one after another, slashing at him.
Buzz!
The brilliance of the moon danced in the air.
The dozens of servants with martial arts all fell to the ground one after another. The mirror-smooth cuts made people terrified. For a moment, they were scared to death before even the blood flowed out.
Nan Er felt an inexplicable power surge up from his body, and a pink and white peach blossom gradually bloomed on his cheek.
That little peach at the beginning is really starting to work now.
Black demonic energy surged out from everywhere in his body, swirling around the indestructible Nigui Dao.
Xia Zhichan's Niwen Dao, which was instilled with true energy, could even cut open the body of monsters, and the same was true for Nan Er's Niwen Dao, which was instilled with demonic energy at this time.
Nan Er walked towards his mother's small courtyard. All the people who blocked him along the way were cut into pieces by the sword energy. Those who were lucky enough to be stabbed by the long knife were turned into corpses as if they were sucked dry by monsters. Mummy.
He opened the wooden door of his mother's small courtyard. The old pomegranate tree in the courtyard had long since withered to death because no one had taken care of it, just like the fate of the Nangong family.
Nan Er dug a hole under the pomegranate tree with his hands, then gently put his brother's body in it, and then buried it properly.
…
A conversation between brothers many years ago.
"Brother, why do you think people die?"
The young boy was sitting on a branch. He didn't know what was going on in his whimsical little mind, and suddenly asked such a question.
"Everyone is mortal, no one is exempt."
Nangong No. 1 under the tree found it funny that his younger brother, who was only a few years old, was actually starting to think about life and death.
"Then if you die one day, brother, no one will come here to play with me..."
The young man was ignorant and didn't know what to say or what not to say. As long as he thought of it, he would ask it casually.
"Yes, if my brother dies, I won't be able to come here to find you..."
Nangong No. 1 looked at the pomegranate tree, which symbolized the Nangong family’s leafy branches and fertility, and said in a joking tone:
"However, if my brother is really dead, I will let someone bury me here. Whenever you come here from now on, my brother will be there."
"Oh...brother is so kind to me."
The boy just smiled stupidly.
…
Nan Er could no longer shed tears. He could only kneel under the pomegranate tree and kowtow three times, and then stood up with the knife.
There are a lot of damn people tonight.
He could only send them all to the eighteen levels of hell one by one with his own hands.
For some reason, there were actually fewer servants holding knives, and the sound of fighting could be heard in the distance, accompanied by people's shouts.
Nan Er took one step at a time. This was once his home. No one was more familiar with the layout of this place than him, so he could visit all the places and kill everyone he could see.
The steps kept going until he came to this remote and quiet courtyard.
There was no one in the yard, but the maid guarding the door was so frightened that she ran away in panic when she saw Nan Er holding a knife.
He heard the woman's cry for help in the yard.
Through the flickering lights of the room, he saw a man's figure rushing towards the door, accompanied by a harsh evil laugh.
He raised the knife and stabbed it in through the door panel.
Then with a slight twist, the door was easily torn into pieces of sawdust.
He lowered his head and saw her.
After looking at each other for a long time without saying anything, Nan Er touched the purse he had been carrying in his arms. It was given to him by his fiancée, whom he had only met once more than ten years ago.
In the purse is a section of her hair.
A woman gives a gift of hair to support her for the rest of her life.
