Chapter 190 Singing

Zhuo Donglai can see at a glance which is a real move. He knows much more about this kind of attack technology that covers the real move with a false move than most people in the world.

He also saw that the structure of at least four or five parts on this weapon can block the opponent's sword, and even take advantage of the opponent's sword, and then attack is a fatal blow. But he didn't want to do it so well.

He is not proficient in the skills of using this weapon. Why not borrow Xiao Gao's sword to practice first?

He is absolutely sure that he can take Xiao Gao's life at any time.

So he is not in a hurry at all.

Xiao Gao's sword stabbed, and he also met the weapon in his palm and tried to lock Xiao Gao's sword with a hook on it.

With a "ding", the sword and hook hit each other. The weapon suddenly made a wonderful use that no one expected. Suddenly, a part of the structure popped up and cooperated with this ring hook, just like a pliers, and suddenly clamped the little high sword.

Zhuo Donglai was surprised and happy. He really didn't expect this weapon to be so powerful.

What he didn't expect was that Xiao Gao's sword came out of this weapon again.

This is absolutely impossible.

How can such a complex and ingenious weapon be constructed so that the other party's sword can pass through the middle?

Does the structure of this weapon deliberately leave a gap that can just pass through a sword? Xiao Gao deliberately locked his sword in order to take advantage of this deadly one?

Zhuo Donglai can't think about this anymore.

It was this electric and fire-like moment that Xiao Gao's sword had pierced his heart, only one inch and seven points, because the sword was only so long.

But it's enough to be so long. An inch and seven points have just reached a deadly depth and just pierced Zhuo Donglai's heart.

This weapon was specially created to deal with Zhuo Donglai.

Because only Zhuo Donglai can see the structure of this weapon at that moment, and only Zhuo Donglai will exchange the weapon with the sword in his palm. Other people can't do it, and they can't even think of it.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Donglai thought of it, and Xiao's tears and blood all thought of it for him first, and he had already calculated that he would do so.

This weapon was originally a trap specially arranged by Xiao Lei's blood, waiting for Zhuo Dong to step in by himself.

Now Zhuo Donglai finally understands.

"Xiao Lei Xue, Mr. Xiao, I'm really right. You are really my fierce. I have already allowed me to die in your hands sooner or later," he said miserably, "Otherwise, how could I be fooled by you?"

Xiao Lei looked at him coldly: "Do you remember that I said that no matter who has this weapon in his hand, it can kill you, even in your own hands!" His voice was more indifferent, "You should know that I have always been telling the truth."

Zhuo Donglai laughed miserably.

His smile shook his heart and also shook the sword front. He suddenly felt a tingling in his heart, because the sword pierced a little deeper, and his life was only one line away from death.

Xiao Gao gently pulled out the sword, and the weapon also gently slipped off the sword.

The clouds suddenly opened again, and the sun came out through the clouds, just shining on this sword.

Zhuo Dong came to look at the sword, and suddenly a horrible expression appeared on his face.

"Where are the tears?" He asked hissingly, "Why are the tears on the sword gone? Am I..."

He didn't say this problem that made him die and couldn't close his eyes.

Is he also a relative of Master Xiao? Is his father whom he has never met Master Xiao? So when he died under the sword, the tears disappeared at the same time?

Or the ghost and god's words are not credible after all. The tear marks on the sword suddenly disappeared, just because it happened to be the time when it should disappear?

No one can answer this question. Maybe the old man in the pavilion could have answered it, but unfortunately the old man has asked Zhuo Dong to send him to Li Yuan. There is absolutely no one in the world who dares to break into Li Yuan, and Xiao Lei Xue understands the horror of Li Yuan.

Xiao Leixue is going to ask the old man. Maybe it's this. If the old man tells him the answer, he may not put Zhuo Dong to death.

Unfortunately, it's too late now.

Zhuo Donglai's heart was broken, and he didn't understand what was going on until he died.

Wasn't the ending of this guousness caused by himself?

In the morning sun, the color of the sword is as clear as autumn water, and the tears on the sword have indeed disappeared.

Gao Jianfei looked at the sword obsessively and was thinking about these things in his heart.

He doesn't understand either.

I don't know how long it took before he thought of asking Xiao's tears.

Xiao's tears and blood were not there, and Zhuo Donglai's body and the weapon were no longer there.

Zhu Meng told Xiao Gao, "Mr. Xiao has left. He took Zhuo Dong to walk with him." His heart was undoubtedly full of shock and doubt, "What the hell is going on?"

Xiao Gao looked at the distance, and there was a clear sky in the distance.

"No matter what's going on, it doesn't matter now." Xiao Gao said leisurely, "From now on, we will probably never see Mr. Xiao again."

The light has gone out, and the person carrying the lantern has dispersed. Only the blind little girl is still standing there with the pipa in her arms.

Although the sun has shone on the earth, it is still dark in front of her.

Gao Jianfei suddenly felt an indescribable sadness in his heart and couldn't help walking over to ask the little girl.

"Where's your grandpa? Is your grandpa still there?"

"I don't know!"

Her pale face was completely blank, nothing, not even sadness.

But whoever sees her will be stung in her heart.

"Where is your home?" Xiao Gao couldn't help asking, "Do you have a home? Are there any other relatives at home?

The little girl didn't say anything, but hugged her pipa tightly, just like a drowning man holding a driftwood.

Is the only thing she really owns in her life is this pipa?

"Where are you going now?" Xiao Gao asked, "What are you going to do in the future?"

When asked this question, he was already regretting it.

He really shouldn't ask this sentence. How can a little girl who has no relatives and no help for no reason think of the future?

How can she think about it? How dare you think about it? What did you ask her to answer?

Unexpectedly, this little girl who can only live in the dark suddenly said in a very bright voice, "I will sing in the future." She said, "I'm going to keep singing until I die."

Silently watching the little girl sent back by them walking into Luoyang with the pipa in her arms, Xiao Gao and Zhu Meng didn't know what it was like.

"I believe she will sing." Zhu Meng said, "As long as she doesn't die, she will definitely sing."

"I believe it, too."

Xiao Gao said, "I also believe that if someone doesn't let her sing, she will die."

Because she is a singer, she wants to sing and sing to others. Even if she always sings so sadly, she always makes people cry, but how can a person understand the true meaning of joy if he doesn't know the taste of sadness? How can you cherish life?

So although she has nothing, she will still live.

If she can't sing, her life will become meaningless.

"What about us?"

Zhu Meng suddenly asked Xiao Gao, "What should we do in the future?"

Xiao Gao didn't answer this sentence, because he hasn't figured out how to answer.

But he suddenly saw the brilliance of the sun and the glory of the earth.

"Of course we have to sing." Gao Jianfei suddenly straightened his chest and said loudly, "Although we sing differently from her, we must continue to sing until we die." The song of the singer, the dancer's dance, the swordsman's sword, the literati's pen, and the hero's fighting spirit. As long as you don't die, you can't give up.

The morning sun rose, and the spring snow melted. A man carried a box and silently left the ancient city of Luoyang.

A silent and ordinary person, an old and ordinary box.