The wind in early spring is cold and hard.

Wang Qijiu and Du Zizhi and I knelt on our knees in the shade of the tree by the flower bed.

We knelt silently, without making a sound.

Du Zizhi and I were both wearing thick winter coats, even so, we still felt the chill constantly coming from the ground, and the cold feeling was like hundreds of ghost hands caressing and stroking our skin, muscles, bones, and even penetrating into the bone marrow inch by inch.

Wang Qijiu was naked, kneeling naked, with his eyes closed, motionless, only holding his unsheathed knife in his arms.

His knife was much colder than this unthawed earth, the blade of a knife was one palm wide, and the back of the knife was two fingers thick, as if it had absorbed the yin qi between heaven and earth, shining and cold as ice, however, his people were far colder than his knife!

His eyebrows were thick and calm, always lying there as peacefully as a word, never frowning. His eyes seldom opened, and almost never flashed a glint, and the last thing anyone who angered him saw was always the light of the sword that seemed to cut through eternity and the crimson dyed by his own blood.

From the moment he entered the Academy, I knew that he was by no means an easy person to deal with.

His home is in Guanbei, where the yellow sand rises during the day, and the cold night is windy and snowy, and within ten days and a half of a month, several groups of horse bandits will come to the ground and leave in cloaks. The white snow left patches of crimson on the ground, and the worst cries of women lingered in their ears like ghosts, and the children whose limbs had been torn off passed out in pain, woke up, and fainted again, their distorted faces stained with blood, and their bodies twitched and squirmed and moaned in pain. Hungry wild dogs rushed in, frantically licking and licking blood, biting babies on fences, and lonely old men crawling out of the pigsty, weeping and crawling up and down the snow to close their eyes too frightened to close their dead relatives and neighbors.

From such an environment, the child can survive and grow into a teenager, and he must have superhuman nervous and physical abilities, otherwise he will definitely go crazy even if he is not killed!

I believe that every Kanbei man who grows there is a little harder than iron!

When he was brought back to the Killer Academy by the teacher seven years ago, we all clearly saw that there were two pieces of human arms hanging from his belt, and later the teacher told us that when he saw Wang Qijiu in the mountains of Guanbei, he was eating a group of living people tied to a stake.

The teacher did not specifically describe how he 'ate a group of living people tied to a stake', but judging from his old man's expression, he was no less shocked than any strange vendetta or murder on the rivers and lakes.

Those 'eaten people' belonged to a detachment of horse bandits, there were as many as twenty or thirty people, and they actually fell into the hands of Wang Qijiu, a teenage child, which was extremely incredible!

After arriving at the Killer Academy, Wang Qijiu was obviously treated by the teacher as a special **, which was extremely abnormal in the impression of other students, because the teacher always treated every student equally, and never favored one person. In front of the number one killer, all fame, power, family, and background are useless.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the people who go out of the 'killer school' will be the top masters in the rivers and lakes in the future, not to mention martial arts, and the mind and machine changes are enough to support a huge Jianghu organization, so the major forces of black and white have sharpened their heads and want their children to enter. Killer School', but the vast majority of them were rejected by the teacher, the teacher picked the apprentice, neither to see where the other party came from, nor to see whether the other party was good, he just looked pleasing to the eye, and then accepted, if it was not pleasing to the eye, you had to obediently go back, if you didn't leave, the result was that he was killed by a knife.

No matter how big the other party's power is, they dare not speak out, because everyone knows that they have provoked the Killer Academy, and when the death post arrives, it means that you will die so much that you don't want to be born again in the next life.

The teacher has been famous for decades, known as the "first killer", there are not many people and things that can make him really emotional, even if Wang Qijiu is a special child, he does not let the teacher treat him like this, I think, he must have a very unusual story with the teacher, or an unknown origin.

Today's Wang Qijiu is already a seventeen-year-old boy, who has carried out hundreds of missions and killed no less than a thousand people in the rivers and lakes, in his eyes, the splashed blood and the flowing water are the same liquid, there is no difference, and the heads and watermelons are all the same taste and red after the scoops are opened.

Once I went on a mission with him, and when I watched him slash the target person, 'Qijian Kun Sanshao', standing in a pool of blood and stepping on Kun Sanshao's intestines, and letting out a violent laugh like a murderous god's possession, I knew that his killing intent had reached its limit, the limit that could not be surpassed.

Now, he knelt there, as if he had lost his human breath, and the air seemed to condense into frost, and a faint layer enveloped him.

Du Zi beside him knew: "Senior Brother Lu, how long will you have to kneel?"

I frowned: "I don't know, Master didn't say, I didn't ask." ”

Du Zizhi moved his body and said: "This matter has nothing to do with the two of us at all, alas, it is really a big frieze." ”

"Speaking of which, we have a little bit of a relationship. I swallowed and foamed at the mouth and said, "If something like this happens, there's nothing I can do." ”

I paused for a moment and said, "How long have Hu Song and Wu Tie been there?"

"I don't know, it's been more than two days. Du Zizhi said: "It's almost time to succeed, with their strength, killing 'Sanxiao Zhang Fei' Jiang Ping and 'Sai Longyang' Cui Hao is simply a matter of probing." ”

"If they come back and see us still kneeling here, I don't know what they will think. I said with some frustration: "I don't have the face to be a senior brother in the academy anymore." ”

"It's not him who killed him!" Du Zizhi glared at Wang Qijiu and twisted his head to the side.

Wang Qijiu's eyelids brushed the ground, and his eyes looked at Du Zizhi obliquely, his eyes were not sharp, but he had a terrifying power, which made me, a senior brother, feel a chill!

With Wang Qijiu's combat power now, Du Zizhi and I may not be able to beat him together, although I am his senior brother, but I have a few catties and taels of kung fu on my body, I know very well in my heart!

"Seventy-nine ......" I noticed that my voice was a little shaky, as if something was stuck in my throat, and my voice was indistinct.

Wang Qijiu's face turned pale, and he slowly looked away: "It's my fault...... It's all my fault......"

"Seventy-Nine ......"

"Don't say it, I know, it has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with it. Wang Qijiu's face as firm as steel was twitching at the moment. This is beyond the control of will, which shows how chaotic and uneasy Wang Qijiu's heart is at the moment!

"I know my own faults. Wang Qijiu sighed again: "Master, she ...... , alas, after I came back, I shouldn't have drunk so much wine, and if I hadn't drunk so much wine, I wouldn't have let Shi Niang ......" Hearing him mention Shi Niang, Du Zizhi couldn't help but snort coldly, Wang Qijiu's pupils shrank, he stopped talking, and lowered his head in pain.

I understand him, not only him, every time we go out on a mission, it is like a big stone pressed on the chest, those target people are either famous swordsmen, or peerless masters, not only excellent martial arts, but also good at change, some people's martial arts are several times higher than us, if you don't calculate every detail, it is a fool's dream to kill the other party!

Every time we come back from a safe mission, we have a good drink and a good way to vent, otherwise most of us will become crazy under unbearable depression!

The life of a killer is far less beautiful than people think, and as a killer, I also realize this more deeply. Like the teacher, who has become the number one killer in the rivers and lakes, and has been standing in the rivers and lakes for decades, there is only one person who has been in the rivers and lakes for thousands of years!

Think carefully, plan thoughtfully, carry out without mistakes, calmly deal with all kinds of emergencies, and then give the target a happy and fatal blow!

The moment we kill our opponents, a sense of joy and accomplishment flood over us, but with them comes boundless fear and pain, which cling to our souls like ghosts.

A killer is a person who has to keep his mind absolutely clear at all times, but a tired person also needs a respite.

Even if I understand Wang Qijiu's heart, I can't forgive him, no matter what the reason, he shouldn't ...... Although I know that there is no right or wrong for everyone in this incident, whether it is Shi Niang, us, or him.

When we were children, we all knew that Shi Niang was the third beauty in martial arts.

The first and second beauties are both married to Yu Baijian, the young master of Sword Villa, and I haven't seen them, and I think that even if I see them, it won't change my heart.

In my heart, the beauty of my mother is always the first.

The beauty of the teacher is not enough to describe in words, you will feel the whole body happy and comfortable when you see her, her smile is more intoxicating than the spring breeze, and more intimate than the warm winter sun.

In the summer, by the stream outside the school, we can always see the teacher washing our clothes while smiling at us frolicking in the water.

In autumn, under the trees sprinkled with fallen leaves, in the gorgeous golden sunshine, the master always sat on a small stool, sewing thick winter clothes for us stitch by stitch.

She was such an affable person that, to put it mildly, even if she killed my parents and all the other dear relatives, I would not be able to develop the slightest hatred for her.

Sometimes I even feel that my respect and love for Master Niang surpasses that of Master.

Time has passed year by year, we have all grown up, and the face of the master cannot resist the knife of time. Sometimes we ask, you have a deep understanding of pharmacology, and you know the mysteries of the human body, why don't you use it?

She said, smiling faintly and saying, 'Naturally, isn't it?'

When she smiled, a few thin crow's feet appeared in the corners of her eyes, and I suddenly felt that the crow's feet were so beautiful, in fact, the beauty of the master has never left, on the contrary, it is more intense and mellow, like an old wine, and don't say that if you taste it, smell it, or even take a look, you are already drunk.

"Master, I don't know what's going on here. Du Zizhi's words pulled me back from the dream of memories, the sun was already in the west, the cold wind rose again, and there were a few swirls on the ground in front of us, and I don't know where to go.

"The teacher took care of her every step of the way, and it should be ...... It's okay......" I don't know who I said to comfort anyone, maybe in this incident, anyone's heart needs comfort.

"She must have been in pain. Du Zi knew: "We have lived with her for so many years, and she is like us being her biological child, but this time...... She was hit hard...... Perhaps, she had long expected that we, the killers, these people who were not human, would become like this...... Perhaps at the moment the pain in her heart is much stronger than the pain in her body, and she has been trying to make us happy, and we are ......"

"It's none of your business, it's me, it's my fault alone!" Wang Qijiu's face was painful, and he grabbed the blade hard, his palm was cut, and blood flowed down the blade.

"It's about us. I said, "If we hadn't been with you, you wouldn't have drunk so much and wouldn't have ......."

"Don't say it!" Wang Qijiu roared angrily, and the already stiff muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably: "I hate myself, I hate! I hate why I did such a dirty thing!"

"Seventy-Nine ......"

Wang Qijiu waved his hand to stop me from talking, he got up, his cold eyes flashed with a cruel light, the knife was held tightly in his hand, his fingers were a little blue and white due to the loss of blood, and the iron-like muscles on his body were painted with a layer of gold by the setting sun, and his expression was resolute and cold like a bronze man.

I shouted, "Qijiu, you don't have to blame yourself too much for this!"

"No......" Wang Qijiu's hand holding the knife trembled, and tears gushed out from the tiger's eyes after a long time: "I am a shameless coward! I will never be able to forgive myself!"

His eyes glanced downward, and Du Zizhi and I suddenly realized what he was going to do, propped up his knees, and shot at the same time!

It's late.

Normally, his knife is much faster than ours, but at this moment, he is determined to slash hard, how can we stop it?

Blood flowed down the root of his thigh, Wang Qijiu bit his lip tightly, and didn't even say a word!

"You...... What's the trouble!"

"It's a hundred, it's a hundred! Ha——,hahaha——! the root of evil! cut it! cut it off!hahahaha——! Wang Qijiu slowly walked out with his knife, leaving a shocking winding blood line on the bluestone steps. The laughter was so bleak, hollow, and terrible that I still shudder when I think about it, more than ten years later!

When my wife heard me talk about this, she suddenly said, "How confused am I to hear it? What is the reason why Wang Qijiu led the knife from the palace?"

"Why......" I was stunned for a moment, muttering to myself as I thought about how to avoid the topic.

The wife suddenly seemed to realize that "didn't he say that he had done something 'that dirty and dirty thing'?" and it had something to do with your teacher, isn't it ......?"

I smiled bitterly twice and said, "No, it's not like that, I didn't want to tell you about it, but you are so cranky that I have to say it again to clarify, in fact...... It's really embarrassing to say this, if Qijiu knew that I told this to others, I don't know if I would ......" Thinking of Wang Qijiu's creepy eyes, I couldn't help but feel a little chilled.

"What a shame on you? The wife was curious and asked with a smile.

In the candlelight, her delicate little face made me think, thinking that after so many years, even if I said it, Qijiu wouldn't be able to hear it, and even if I heard it, I wouldn't blame me.

"Hmm. I nodded and said, "Although Wang Qijiu is an extremely ruthless killer, he has a problem. ”

"What's wrong?" the wife groaned for a moment and said, "Yes, you just said that he said, 'I know my own fault', so what is wrong with him?"

He ......, "I can't speak, and I feel ashamed of betraying my friend."

"Say it. My wife shook my arm gently.

He ...... He wets the bed. ”

"You're talking nonsense again. My wife nudged me, couldn't help laughing, covered her lips softly, shy and charming, indescribably moving.

"It's true. I gathered my mind and said solemnly: "Actually, this is a very sad thing, Wang Qijiu has been in Guanbei since he was a child, all he hears in his ears is crying and screaming, and what he sees in his eyes is a piece of blood, living in fear and uneasiness, although he has created his iron will, but after falling asleep, without conscious control, people's fear will completely explode, so they will have nightmares and bedwetting, even if they are killers in the future, the identity of the strong and weak has been reversed, but the fear is still suppressed in the bottom of the heart and cannot be released. ...... Later, I wondered, when he stepped on the intestines of Qijian Kun Sanshao and laughed wildly in the past, was it the extreme killing intent or the extreme fear?"

The wife's eyes seemed to contain infinite sympathy and pity, and the woman's motherhood was instantly revealed, and she said faintly: "No matter how cold and strong his appearance is, after all, he is still a child." ”

"yes. I said slowly: "People in the rivers and lakes practice martial arts and improve their combat power, but they are afraid of being killed by people with stronger martial arts, this is a cruel and fearful vicious circle, once you fall into it, you can't extricate yourself." This is especially true of a killer, no matter what day it is, no matter what level of martial arts it reaches, there is an invisible sword around your neck, so that you can't sleep peacefully. The killer's life is destined to be sad, and it is because of this that I left the killer school and never entered the rivers and lakes again. ”

"Then what does Wang Qijiu's bedwetting have to do with your wife?"

I smiled wryly and said, " That time Wang Qijiu came back from completing the task, Du Zizhi and I accompanied him to drink, after getting drunk, my wife asked someone to carry us to the bed to sleep, I and Du Zizhi are nothing, Wang Qijiu kept wetting the bed, the weather in early spring was cold, the teacher was afraid that he would catch a cold and suffer from illness, so he kept changing the sheets for him, and took it to wash, as a result, the next day he was overworked, high fever and fell ill, the teacher who went out to do business returned to the school, knew about it, and was very distressed, scolded us, let us kneel under the shade of the tree to suffer from the cold, and the things mentioned above happened。 ”

His wife frowned: "Well, in fact, if you think about it, Wang Qijiu is really like what you said, you don't have to blame yourself too much for this matter, there is really no question of right and wrong." ”

I sighed: "An iron-clad man is absolutely unbearable to wet the bed every day, and I think he seems to have thought about it for a long time, but he was so tired that his mother became ill, so he made up his mind." If it were me, I might have committed suicide. ”

My wife's fingers pressed lightly to my lips and said, "I don't allow you to say such things, it's scary." ”

I smiled and said, "Just now I talked about the murder of the horse bandits in Guanbei, so bloody and cruel, why don't you see you afraid?"

"You're bad, people still think they're ...... You made it up to scare me. My wife's little hand gently pinched my face: "You, you just want to scare me into drilling into your arms, so I won't be fooled." ”

I gently hugged her fragrant shoulder: "If you don't come to drill, then I'll hug you." ”

My wife snorted, shy, and rested her head on my chest like a kitten.

I blew out the candle, covered the quilt for her, sniffed her hair and said softly, "Sleep." ”

"Hmm. The wife agreed, and couldn't help asking, "What happened to Wang Qijiu?"

I yawned and said vaguely: "He, he returned to Guanbei, and I heard that he became a swordsman, known as 'Quick Knife King Qijiu', and he also did a lot of big things that shook the rivers and lakes, but that's another story." ”

"Tell me about it. ”

"It's too late, we'll talk about it later. ”

"Say it, say it. ”

"I promise you, tomorrow. ”

"Tomorrow?"

"Hmm. ”

"Certainly?"

"Hehehe......" I couldn't help laughing at her, looking at the bright moon outside the window, I thought, if I had chosen to continue to be a killer, would I have lived a happy life like today?