In an absolutely secret place, there is an unknown stone secret room. There is no light in the secret room, and it is illuminated by a luminous pearl embedded in the stone wall. The room is very spacious, with tables, chairs and bookcases carved from stone. On the stone wall embedded with luminous pearls, there are four words engraved with iron paintings and silver hooks - "In a single thought".
These four words are the name of this secret room.
This secret room is very strange, because in addition to the daily utensils carved from stone, there are two stone cabinets around the secret room. One stone cabinet contains nine layers of sealed scrolls, and the other stone cabinet contains There are nine layers of medicine bottles of different shapes and sizes. But this is not the strangest thing. The most strange thing is that there are dozens of human heads hanging on the stone walls around the secret room.
Although the heads are not real heads and are carved from stone, each head has a mask with no facial features attached to its face, making it look extremely strange in this mysterious space.
On a stone desk, there were placed the Four Treasures of the Study and the Secret Scroll. On the other end of the stone table, there was a one-foot-tall stone figure. The figure had no face and raised its hands in the air, holding a sword more than three feet long. This sword is dark red in color, and exudes a strange red aura under the reflection of the luminous pearl. The slender sword blades are not smooth and flat, and there are dozens of intersecting marks hidden in series.
There is no ventilation window in the secret room, but a small stream of unknown source slowly flows into the room, forming a small pool in the middle of the secret room. The geology of the pool is special. After the stream water merges into the pool, it forms a natural hot spring with steaming heat. It looks like clouds and mist in the bright brilliance of the night pearl, showing a mysterious scene.
The hot spring pool is about four feet square, but there are three crystal mirrors from Persia erected on the edge of the pool. In front of two of the mirrors, there is a stone carved human head, and the two heads also have two masks on their faces.
Different from other masks in the room, these two masks are not only exquisitely made and lifelike, but also have eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth, skin color texture and even the pores on the face, which are the same as those of real people, and each has its own image. These two masks were attached to the stone-carved heads, and they looked like the heads and faces of two living people.
Now there is a person soaking in the hot spring pool.
That's a man. His lower body was soaked in the steaming water, and only his muscular chest, shoulders and arms were exposed, but the exposed half of his body was covered with criss-crossing and shocking scars. And among the scars on the chest, there is a small but deeply scarred semicircular mark that is particularly conspicuous.
The man's face was covered with a piece of cloth. He remained motionless, as if he was enjoying the warmth of the water.
Quiet, absolutely quiet, so quiet that even the man in the pool could clearly hear his heartbeat with his face covered. And the sound of slow flowing water reached his ears, and it was like standing on the bank of the rushing Yellow River.
This is a lonely space, and he is also a lonely person.
After an unknown amount of time, the man took off the cloth on his head, revealing an expressionless, cold and calm face. Between his brows and eyes, he exuded a sharp-edged, absolutely wise and calm aura, and his cold eyes implied that he An unpredictable city as deep as the sea.
There was a soft sound of water, and the man stood up from the pool, his naked body straight and strong. He walked slowly to the stone table, staring at the strange long sword with his cold eyes.
After a long time, his originally clear and cold eyes suddenly became intense, and he roared in a deep voice.
"In one thought, half a foot of the world of mortals. In one thought, there are thousands of thoughts, how can the world of mortals be half a foot? One thought of the world of mortals, one thought of the world of mortals, in half a foot, who am I? Who am I?" There seemed to be a suppressed feeling in his throat. The ferocious beast was eager to escape, and at the same time his face became gloomy and solemn. He shouted sternly: "Who am I? Who am I?"
The deep and harsh voice echoed back and forth in the secret room, but no one responded.
The man suddenly gritted his teeth and raised his head, his eyes were shining brightly, and the joints all over his body made snapping sounds, and then the breath in his body swelled and rolled until it was about to burst out of his body. As he screamed in pain, violent energy surged from thirty-six acupuncture points around his body, and thirty-six slender silver needles were forced out. The powerful energy caused them to fly out in all directions, nailing all of them. Entered the stone wall.
"Huh...huh..."
The man breathed deeply, his pained expression slightly reduced. He slowly opened his hands and exhaled, and as soon as he exhaled, a storm rose from the ground, and a violent wind blew up out of thin air!
The entire secret room was suddenly filled with violent qi energy, roaring like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.
The man's expression gradually became calmer, and the fiercely surging breath in his naked body gradually calmed down, as if the ancient power that had been trapped in his body for a long time was released. And the thing that trapped that extremely powerful force was the thirty-six silver needles.
The strong wind roared in the secret room, and a scroll was opened on the stone table. Under the brilliance of the pearl, lines of writing were slowly unfolded.
Next to the scroll, there is a wolf hair with still wet ink.
What is recorded in this scroll is a past that a person does not want to forget but does not want to face...
What is Jianghu?
Someone once said that where there are people, there will be grievances, and where there are grievances, there will be rivers and lakes.
Anyone who survives in Jianghu, a quagmire full of blood and calculations, will inevitably encounter one thing, and that is trouble.
As long as there are people in this world, there will be troubles, all kinds of troubles. The most common troubles in the world are often fatal.
There is not so much justice in this world. In that kind of fatal trouble, the most direct rule is life and death.
If you don't have the ability to solve these fatal troubles yourself, and you happen to be able to afford enough, you can have someone else solve them for you, and you can be in a relatively safe position.
Therefore, solving people's troubles has become a profession that is highly in demand. Usually, this profession is called a killer.
The killer is undoubtedly the most statusless and hated profession in the world, but it is undeniable that the value of existence is as long as there is demand.
There are many, many people in the world who specialize in solving problems for others, but none of them are as good as one person.
This man calls himself "Gongziyu".
Not many people believe that "Gong Ziyu" is a real name, but no one knows this person's real name or his background identity. Everything about him is a mystery. When people mention this person, they often can only use a name given to him by people in the world.
Planner.
The planner is the most feared person in the world today.
No one knows how advanced the master of martial arts is, where he comes from, and almost no one knows his whereabouts in the world. People in the world only know that he takes money to solve other people's problems. As long as you can afford a high enough price, no matter how troublesome the problem is, as long as the planner accepts the deal, he can solve it for you and never fail. .
The name of the planner has only appeared in the world for a few years, but many black and white men and court officials have died in the murder business he handled. Now when this person is mentioned in the world, everyone talks about his change of attitude. No one can predict Whether or not you will become this person's next target at any time.
This is really a headache.
Because he didn't know, he was afraid, so the planner became such a terrifying existence.
In fact, many of these rumors in the world are exaggerated. Although they are not bad at authenticity, they are always exaggerated. How certain would you be about a story you have never seen or experienced? But in this story, at least one thing is true, and that is the planner.
The fortune teller represents one person, and that person is me.
Just like those rumors, I am a person who specializes in solving problems for others. Different troubles have different solutions, and of course the costs are also different. In fact, I don't like the title "Destiny Master" given to me in the world. This title seems to mean that I can only kill people for others and only solve life-threatening problems for others. This is a bit one-sided because I don’t think I’m just a killer. From the time I took over the business until now, murder is just one type of business, and I also take on other troublesome businesses. But people in the world often only remember things that impress them. Who cares about stories without gimmicks?
Compared to the title "destiny planner", I actually prefer the term "middleman". Although my profession is to solve problems for others, it does not mean that I am a professional killer. There is a big difference. Professional killers only get paid to kill for others, but I am different. I am not a person who likes to kill, although there are many killers who do not become killers because they like to kill. I also accept murderous business, but usually I don't do it myself. Being able to complete the business without doing anything myself is obviously the wisest choice. If people who need to solve problems find me, then naturally I can also find people who need to find work, because they are all people with needs, and I can use the needs of these people to meet my own needs. The premise is Every transaction must be foolproof, so I only accept transactions that I am fully confident of completing. Compared to generous rewards, I prefer the feeling of being in control of the overall situation, just like controlling a chess game and completing a game.
If one person wants to kill another person, there must be many reasons and reasons, and what I like most is to decipher these secrets. After all, in my opinion, understanding and controlling human nature is the most interesting game in the world.
Yes, I just like games. The more difficult the game, the more challenging it is.
Because this life, this world, isn’t it all a game?
So I think "middleman" is more in line with my professional nature. But more people in the world only know the existence of the Master of Life, which has become a symbol of mine, a specific symbol. This is not a good thing, because this name brings not only the fear of others dealing with fortune tellers, but also the dangers that are everywhere, as opposed to the benefits gained from buying and selling, because the most basic law of the world is that you can kill someone today. , then maybe you will be killed tomorrow. How to prevent something like this from happening to me is the first thing I pay attention to when I step into the world. So this is why I don’t easily complete murder-related transactions by myself.
For those who make a living on the streets, their words, deeds, dress, and even eating habits will leave fatal flaws in people. If you want to survive well, you must avoid these potential flaws. As a game controller, one of the things I am best at and value most is to be able to protect myself well, so that I can be in an absolutely private and safe position no matter what the situation is. Everything is not good for me. All factors must be eliminated in advance, and this process is also the charm of the game.
The reason why I don't like the name "Destiny Master" is not because others make a distinction between good and evil in me, but because their understanding of me is too superficial. I am not only capable of killing people. In the eyes of those well-known and upright people, I am evil because what I do is shady and disrupts the order of the world. Therefore, many people who claim to be chivalrous people are constantly tracking my whereabouts and want to put me in a dangerous situation. Death place. I don't care about the so-called good and evil. Is there real good and evil in this world? What is right? What is evil? There is no clear standard in this world for who is a good guy and who is a bad guy. The reason why those decent people are eager to find me is just to show the world that they are right.
The more important reason is that some decent and powerful people became the targets of trouble for others, and I took over these troublesome businesses, so they all died. Their disciples, relatives and friends could not find a direct target for revenge, so the planner became their target.
The most basic thing in my line of work is integrity and confidentiality, and not revealing the slightest bit of information about the client.
I have a habit of being skeptical about everything, including business. If you want to play a game well, you must have a very detailed understanding of it. I will understand in detail the reason why the person who comes to me to solve the problem came to me. This is also an important means to avoid being disadvantageous to myself. . Especially in the business of taking human lives, I will follow my own principles and not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Although this does not change other people's opinions of me, I must have an accurate measure myself. Only by having strict requirements on oneself can a person stay awake at all times and not get lost.
In the business of letting those decent people die, I understand very clearly that they all have their damned reasons, but they are too tightly wrapped in the bright coat of "decent", and no one will believe their true colors behind the mask. How ugly and dirty.
Some people think I solve their problems and am their savior. But I never cared. I didn't feel that I was doing a good thing at all. I would still receive corresponding remuneration, because no matter what I do, there will be a price. And I just enjoy the pleasure of a game.
Therefore, decent people classify me as "evil", but I don't bother to argue. Some people secretly regard me as "righteous", and I don't even want to hear it.
This river and lake is nothing more than the conflict of interests between people, the contradiction of grudges and hatred, and the resistance under oppression. This is the most fundamental origin of the river and lake, and it is also the reason why countless people shed blood and die.
There are only swords and swords in the martial arts world, but the world of martial arts is more about worldly relationships, intrigues, and conspiracies. It is like a filthy quagmire with no bottom and can kill people if they are not careful.
Being a decent Jianghu person is really tiring. The rivers and lakes I saw were not the rivers and lakes in the storytellers' stories. The rivers and lakes in the stories were always knights and knights, and beauties were romantic. That is a kind of beautiful imagination, but the reality is different. Many people who are new to the world want to be a world-famous hero, but in the end they disappear like a stone into the sea without even a bubble. In this cruel arena, being a hero is a tiring and thankless task in my opinion. Being a hero will offend many people, and you must always be on guard against being retaliated and plotted against. Moreover, martial arts alone is not enough. If a person does not have the backing of a powerful force and the support of powerful relatives and friends, he can only rely on a sword and a sword. Just thinking about becoming famous is simply a fantasy. And what's even more cruel is that sometimes the person who plots against you is your best friend. I have seen a young hero who drew his sword in anger at an injustice and was killed by his enemies, leaving his body in the gutter for days and nights without anyone noticing. I have also seen a famous hero being beaten to death and kneeling on the ground. Eating shit while crying for mercy.
Therefore, the word "hero" is a title that can kill people, and it is too restrictive, so it is not suitable for me.
I often think of what my master often said, in this world, only those who survive are qualified to speak.
I'm alive.
who I am? Planner?
no. Fortune teller is just the name others use for my profession, so what is my real name?
Because of my career, I have many identities. To be precise, I can become any identity I want. These identities can bring me too much convenience in the game of buying and selling, so naturally I will have different names. There are so many names that I almost forgot my real name. Because sometimes, when you want to be another person, you have to let yourself really become that person, and you have to forget everything about who you are, so that you can be flawless. So I often like to use an identity called "Gong Ziyu".
I am a man, my surname is Xiao, my given name is Yi, and my courtesy name is Mo Han. From the time I can remember, I have been wandering around with my parents, who are just ordinary people, because at that time there were wars and famine everywhere, and I could see many people dying every day. No one could be sure that they would be able to survive tomorrow. Can't live. My parents always told me that no matter how long I live, I must remember who I am. So this name is the only existence that truly belongs to me. When I was seven years old, a group of insurgents broke into the village where my parents and I were hiding. They killed people everywhere. My father died at the hands of those insurgents in order to protect my mother and me. In order to keep me alive, my mother did not hesitate to use herself as a condition, begging them not to kill me. A man with a scar on his cheek was the leader of the beastly rebels. He took the opportunity to drag my mother into the house. I was trembling, not knowing what would happen. Not long after, there was a roar from inside the house, and then my mother flew out of the window and fell in front of me. She had blood on her mouth and was naked. I was so scared that I peed my pants.
My mother looked at me with eyes of shame and despair, and wanted to reach out and grab me. But he was stepped on by the leader who jumped out angrily. There was a hole in the leader's neck and blood was flowing out. I heard him yelling angrily: "You fucking stinky bitch, how dare you bite me! I want your life!" I saw the knife in his hand pierce my mother's body, and she screamed, blood dripping from her body. Her body was splashed away, her frightened eyes gradually faded, and she was dead.
At that moment, my head seemed to explode in an instant - anger, sadness, fear and other intense emotions that I couldn't describe overwhelmed me, and I collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud. I think the excitement I encountered at that time was not something I could bear at that age.
I thought I was going to die soon too. But the leader didn't kill me. His face was as ferocious as a wild boar. He covered his wounds and kicked me. I rolled around on the ground like a dog. He yelled, "You little bastard, I'm not going to kill you now because I want you to be my dog and then I'll kill you slowly!"
"They all call me Lao Daobazi." The leader continued to kick me one after another and sneered: "Please remember this name for me! Because every day you live, my name will be your nightmare. !”
I felt like all the bones in my body were broken. I cried and screamed, but no one took pity on me. All I heard was their crazy laughter.
Since then, this group of people who have lost their conscience has indeed become my nightmare. They put a rope around my neck and led me around like a dog, continuing to rob and kill me. The only use of my life was to be beaten and tortured by them when they were resting. In the beginning, I lived in endless fear and pain every day. I didn’t know when they would get tired of playing and kill me. But as time went by, I discovered that they went around killing people without any purpose but just to survive. As they wandered longer, their numbers continued to decrease as they burned, killed and looted one after another. The remaining people slowly began to have of fear. But they still enjoyed tormenting me, and I felt like they had become a tool to vent their fears.
So I began to slowly adapt myself to such torture. I forced myself not to be afraid anymore. They were also human beings, not real devils. Because they will be afraid too. I will continue to follow them and look for an opportunity.
A chance for revenge.
I was only seven years old, small and weak, and my enemies were all soldiers and killed without blinking an eye. Normally, I wouldn't be able to beat the weakest among them, let alone kill them. But it was as easy for them to kill me, as easy as squeezing an ant to death. So I first need patience, a plan, and an opportunity. I just need to kill one person, the old knife handler who killed my mother.
As time went by, they seemed to have given up their wariness against me. In addition to continuing to beat me every day, they also wanted me to do their hard labor, carry things, and cook food. They also asked me to find valuable things in the places they looted. Once I found a knife in a place they had looted.
It was just an ordinary knife used to peel fruits, but I was ecstatic. This knife made me more determined to take revenge, because after all, I also had a weapon.
About half a year later, it’s the winter and snowy season. I have followed them to many places in the past six months, and I have been secretly observing their every move every day. They were still robbing and killing like bandits, but injuries and the fear of having no expectations for tomorrow caused their number to continue to decrease. Under such harsh conditions of freezing weather and freezing conditions, the remaining rebels had not encountered the village or people for seven or eight days, and the food they had stolen had basically been eaten. Everyone was cold and hungry, and I was the same. Under this situation, they temporarily forgot about torturing me, probably because they wanted to save some energy. After all, it was a miracle for them that I was still alive despite the inhuman torture in the past six months.
The less wary they are of me, the better my chances.
And one evening, they finally found a home. It was a large family with many houses and three or four nursing homes to guard it. The rebels were so hungry that they became even more ferocious when they saw the hope of survival. They began to attack and plunder the family. Although there was no plan at all, they still used their fierce blood and bravery to kill this wealthy family. of people. They killed the nursing home and all the men, and then the remaining female relatives were raped by them in turn. They were like animals, madly venting their animal desires. I had never seen what hell looked like, but I knew at that moment that this was hell.
