"Gululu..."
Making the soup was a laborious task, and finally the aroma began to spread in the kitchen. She sniffed her nose, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her face. The ingredients for making the soup were all top-notch. Not only did it taste wonderful, but it also contained extremely rich spiritual energy.
Gu Shuo spread out a piece of paper again in the room, dipped his pen in thick ink, his eyes flashed, and he remembered a poem in his mind, and he wrote like a sword.
Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
Originally, Gu Shuo was just writing with a normal state of mind, but at this moment, the killing intent and sword intent in his heart were uncontrollably contained in the ink words he wrote.
When he finished writing the entire poem, Gu Shuo felt murderous intent boiling in his heart. Putting down the pen, he left the room and walked towards the backyard. He stood in front of the clusters of flowers in the backyard, his heart boiling with sword intent, but he put his nose close to the flowers and smelled them.
On the other side, Nie Xiaolou filled a bowl of soup and placed it on the tray. Holding it with both hands, he moved lightly through the moon gate and walked towards Gu Shuo's room. Passing by the window, the window was open, but she didn't see Gu Shuo. She couldn't help but look slightly stunned. After thinking about it, Gu Shuo was probably tired from writing and was either going out or taking a walk in the backyard to relax.
She pushed open the ajar door, moved lightly, came to the desk, and gently put the tray down. The wind blew in from the window and lifted up the papers lying flat on the table. She hurriedly raised her hand and put the tray down. He held the paper down and his eyes fell on the paper.
The handwriting on the paper is very ordinary and does not contain any hidden meaning, but it makes people feel the coldness coming over them.
Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
The first two sentences were ordinary in ink, but when she read "Kill one in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles", the cold sword intent that hit her face made Nie Xiaolou's hands tremble and she couldn't help but take a step back. , a strong wind suddenly blew in outside the window, and the piece of paper was blown up by the wind. It was not just the piece of paper she was looking at that blew up, but also the pile of papers on the table. Flying like a butterfly in the air of the room.
She didn't know why she felt a little panicked. She was afraid that Gu Shuo would come back and see the paper here and think that she had messed it up. That would be bad. She hurriedly picked up the paper that fell on the ground. There were still papers flying in the air in the room. Her eyes saw the piece of paper that shocked her. Although she only saw a few sentences, Gu Shuo appeared from between the lines. The killing intent shocked her heart, and she wanted to read the verses behind it.
She keenly felt that this poem expressed Gu Shuo's thoughts. Through this poem, she could further understand Gu Shuo. Only by understanding Gu Shuo could she determine her next direction towards Gu Shuo.
She stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and the paper flying in the room fell towards her right hand like a butterfly through a flower, forming a pile. She grabbed the paper in her right hand and looked at the bottom of the poem. .
Hello.
When I was leisurely passing by Xinling to drink, I took off my sword and stretched my knees forward.
He will be eating Zhu Hai while holding a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win.
Three cups of vomiting promise, the five mountains are lighter.
After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and energy are born.
He waved the golden mallet to save Zhao, and HD was shocked at first.
The two heroes of Qianqiu, @Hedaliangcheng.
Even if the hero's bones are fragrant after death, he will not be ashamed to be the best in the world.
Who can write to your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?
There were some words in the poem that looked like place names, which were unfamiliar to her, but the cold sword intent that hit her face made her heart shake. It was the out-of-body perfection that contained the killing intent of the Tongxuan realm. She was just a golden elixir, In an instant, I felt that my expression was dazed, and I fell to the ground with a thud. Suddenly, I heard footsteps and Gu Shuo's voice:
"What's wrong?"
Gu Shuo stepped into the door and came to Nie Xiaolou's side.
Nie Xiaolou raised his head and looked at Gu Shuo. Gu Shuo's face was suddenly blurred. She raised the piece of paper she was holding in her right hand.
He showed an awkward smile:
"I made soup for you, and the wind blew all the papers on the table away. It wasn't me who made the mess. Don't scold me."
Gu Shuo couldn't laugh or cry: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why should I scold you? It's not something important."
"I said I was wrong...don't scold me..."
Her mind was struck by the sword intent, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, as if she had fallen into a glacier, and her body kept falling downwards. Suddenly, she returned to a night where the ground was covered with ice and the sky was filled with snow. .
The cold air around her penetrated her body like ice water, and the strong wind swept the heavy snow, roaring like a dragon. She huddled in a corner of the room, looking at a strange man standing in front of her parents. There was extreme fear in her heart, and her little face was extremely pale. Suddenly she mustered up her courage and rushed towards her mother, saving her mother's thigh:
"Mom, don't sell me. I can work, I can take care of my brother, I can shoot pigweed, I am obedient..."
That year, she was only six years old.
Her home is in a small village in the north. This is a village where mortals gather, and the most powerful village chief is only in the Bone Tempering realm. She has parents and a younger brother. Although the harvest in the north is not good, her father can still hunt some wild animals in the mountains with the hunting team in the village. Before she was five years old, the family could still have enough to eat. However, since her father not only lost a leg during a hunting trip a year ago, but also suffered internal injuries, her family's situation has plummeted, and she is often hungry.
This day. A few people came to the village, and they were very direct and straightforward. They gave money to buy children, only those under ten years old.
No one asked them what they were buying their children for, and no one thought about what would happen to their children after they were sold.
Because there is more than one family like Nie Xiaolou in the village.
The child... can't be fed anymore...
If there is more than one child in the family, if they are not sold, everyone will die. If you sell it, you can still keep the rest of the family alive. They don't care whether the child will live or die after being sold. They don't dare to think about it, and they don't want to think about it. In this world of ice and snow, in a life without hope, the whole person is numb from the heart to the outside.
In Nie Xiaolou's young mind, she instinctively felt fear, even though her family could only eat half full, sometimes not even half full. But with her parents around, her little heart felt safe. Now that she was sold to a stranger, even hunger was forgotten in her heart, leaving only fear.
My father turned away and held a piece of silver tightly in his hand. His joints were turning white from the excessive force. He didn't know whether it was because he felt miserable after selling his daughter, or because the ingot of silver in his hand gave him hope of living.
Her mother knelt down, hugged her, and cried: "Da Ya, if I don't sell you, you and your brother can't live. If I sell you, maybe you and your brother can live... Don't blame your parents..." There is nothing you can do about it... you must live, no matter how difficult it is, you must live..."
She always remembered her mother's words to survive, and survival became her only goal. The man bought five children in the village and left with them. They were trained while walking along the way. The training was very harsh. They would be beaten every day because of mistakes in training. They had to perform with the trained routines every day, but they didn't have enough to eat. The man also bought some children from time to time, and finally the number of children reached a maximum of twenty-eight. But in the end there were only twelve left, and those people all died on the way. They wandered with the man for two years. The man took them to a mountain and sold them to a sect.
Acacia Sect!
She always remembered what her mother said to her on that snowy night: she must live. Therefore, despite suffering a lot along the way, she was still sold to the Hehuan Sect alive.
Later, when she grew up, she learned that the Hehuan Sect was a sect that had been destroyed because the skills practiced by this sect were the most popular among monks in the world. The male cultivators use the female cultivators in the world as their furnace. Female cultivators use the male cultivators in the world as their furnace. I don't know how many years ago, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect turned a direct disciple of a large sect into a cauldron and killed the monk. As a result, the sect was angered and the Hehuan Sect was destroyed.
The disciples of Hehuan Sect who were not in the sect at that time survived, and they became anonymous from then on and became an underground sect. They were unable to recruit disciples openly and openly, so they purchased children to continue the sect.
The inheritance of the Hehuan Sect does not require spiritual roots, nor does it care about qualifications and talents. Of course, they can also practice alone and improve their cultivation, but that is very slow. They mainly improve themselves by using other monks as cauldrons and absorbing other monks' cultivation.
Da Ya was given the name Nie Xiaolou by her master and stayed in the Hehuan Sect. She began to eat enough and began to practice. At that time, she was nearly nine years old, and more than two years of wandering had made her mature prematurely. She knew that if she wanted to survive, she had to practice, and she had to practice better than others. But her heart was very opposed to the practice of furnace cauldron. It’s just one person practicing hard.
What is rare is that she has spiritual roots and good qualifications. Therefore, even without the furnace to practice, her cultivation is not slow to improve. It's just that in order to live a long life, she has always been very low-key and tried to make people ignore her. In her heart, if no one pays attention to herself, no one will harm her, and she can survive.
Years passed, and as she grew older, she also grew older. She was originally beautiful, but practicing the Hehuan Sect's techniques made her even more beautiful, and finally made her unable to be transparent.
One day when she went out to collect medicine alone, she was restrained by one of her senior brothers. In the afterglow of dusk, they gathered under a big tree and used her as a furnace.
That senior brother had a higher level of cultivation than her, but he had no spiritual roots. He relied on using other monks as cauldrons to improve his level of cultivation. Nie Xiaolou is transparent and low-key, and few people in the Hehuan Sect know that she has spiritual roots.
There is a big difference between those who have spiritual roots and those who do not have spiritual roots. People who do not have spiritual roots may have high cultivation levels because they have practiced for a long time. But when two people practice the Hehuan Sect's skills and use others as a cauldron to practice, even if your cultivation level is higher than the other person's, you will not be able to absorb the person with spiritual roots. Instead, you will be attracted by the person with spiritual roots. Anti-absorption.
On the verge of life and death, of course Nie Xiaolou knew how to use his skills, but in the end, that senior brother became Nie Xiaolou's furnace.
As a result, Nie Xiaolou grew up in cultivation. He gritted his teeth and buried his shriveled senior brother under the big tree. Instead of joining the sect, she returned to her original village all the way. Found my home.
Her parents no longer recognized Nie Xiaolou and felt awkward standing in front of her. Her brother even dared not raise his head. Sometimes he would glance at her secretly and quickly, then lower his head in a hurry with a red face.
She asked, do you remember Da Ya?
Looking at her parents' blank expressions, it took more than ten breaths for her to remember, and her heart became cold. At this time, her mother finally recognized Nie Xiaolou. Seeing that Nie Xiaolou was now well-dressed, she took her hand and began to cry about how sad her family was now. She didn't care whether she asked for money.
Nie Xiaolou's hands became cold. He took out his cold hands from his mother's equally cold hands, threw down the two gold ingots, turned around and left this home and this village.
Nie Xiaolou killed countless wild beasts in the mountains to vent his extreme depression and sadness. The next night, she sneaked back to the village. She wanted to know what her parents would be like after they got the gold ingot. She didn't know what their parents' expressions would be like after they got the silver after they sold her more than ten years ago and were taken away by that strange man.
Is it the ecstasy of getting money, or the sadness of selling his daughter. uuread a book
I guess if I secretly go back and take a look at their current expressions this time, I can know what they looked like more than ten years ago?
She couldn't explain what she was feeling, she was resentful, unwilling, and conflicted.
She hoped to see her parents' sadness and longing for her, which would warm her already cold heart. There is a glimmer of hope for her to live like a normal person. In that case, she would not go back to Hehuan Sect again.
Then……
She saw that there was no one in her family, her parents were not there, and her brother was not there either. The entire dilapidated house was empty and there were blood stains on the walls.
She broke into the village chief's house, and under questioning, she found out that it was Ergou, the poor man in the village, who killed her parents and younger brother, and took away two gold ingots. Then the village chief caught Ergou, upholding justice, and killed Ergou. The two dogs were captured, and the two gold ingots were also confiscated. The village chief quickly surrendered to the sect's cold tactics and revealed that Nie Xiaolou's father came to him with a gold ingot, hoping to exchange it for silver, and then buy some grain and bacon with the village chief. Then the village chief sent someone to tell the news to Lai Han Ergou in the village.
Ergou killed people to seize the treasure, and then the village chief stood up controversially, killed Ergou and took away the gold ingot.
Nie Xiaolou slaughtered the entire village and left the village. She left a lifeless village behind her, and a lifeless prison in her heart.
From the incident of the village chief, she saw the cruelty and callousness of human nature. It shattered the remaining beauty in her heart. Her life has lost its color, only darkness.
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