Chapter 2: Meng Xinghun

Meng Xinghun was lying on a big rock, looking up at the bright starry sky.
A meteor passed by.
He remembered what the man who taught him to use the sword said a long time ago:
"When a meteor appears, even an eternal constellation cannot take away its light.
The life of a butterfly is fragile, even more fragile than bright flowers.
But it will always live in spring.
It is beautiful, it is free, it flies.
Its life is short but fragrant.
Only the sword is closer to eternity.
..."
Tonight, he saw a shooting star, so where is the butterfly?
You can't see butterflies at night, especially in such remote places.
I want to see, but I can only see the ugly bat.
Sure enough, a bat flapped its wings and flew over his head obliquely.
Meng Xinghun is a killer, but he doesn't like his identity, and even hates killing.
Whenever he killed someone, he ran back to the lonely cabin, vomiting and crying.
Up to now, he has no tears to shed, no tears to shed, but every time he sees the viscous plasma on the murdering sword, he still has to hide, unable to suppress the feeling of disgust, nausea and vomiting from the bottom of his heart. Non-stop.
Such a person deserves to enjoy the eternal spring? Also worthy of being a beautiful free flying butterfly? Can it be as brilliant as a meteor? This kind of fantasy is simply shameful to people like him.
Perhaps the ugly bat in the dark night is worthy of him, either to eat the insects of the fly camp, or to bite and blood on innocent lives.
He can never see the light, and can only hide himself in the dark. This should be his fate.
A person who doesn't like to kill has to be a killer. For a person who pierces a sword into the heart of others, does not feel the blood pressure, has only extreme loss and self-denial, living is a torture.
But people live not to enjoy joy, but to endure pain, because life is just a responsibility, and no one can escape.
Just like bats, they cannot avoid eating disgusting bugs, nor can they avoid blood sucking.
He also couldn't escape murder.
Holding a note in his hand, the note contained the name of the next person he was going to kill.
He didn't want to kill that person, but he couldn't escape. He could only temporarily hide himself in the shadow of the night, like a child who was afraid of taking a bitter medicine hiding himself in a quilt.
Dawn gradually appeared in the east, and as the night passed, the real pain in the light followed in the footsteps of the dawn, like a shadow.
The morning mist enveloped the big rocks, and the moist air with grass fragrance in the early morning moisturized Meng Xinghun’s cheeks, which relieved his headache from a hangover. He cheered up, plucked up his courage, and gritted his teeth. For the day to start again.
Meng Xinghun slowly got up from the big rock and dragged his feet slowly down the mountain.
The cabin is right next to the maple grove under the mountain. The sky is already bright, but the cabin's light has not yet gone out. The dim light is shining on the pale window paper, and occasionally there are sporadic laughter.
The people in the room obviously didn't know that joy also passed by night, and the pain of reality followed the dawn, and they were still greedy in drunken dreams.
Meng Xinghun opened the door and stood and watched.
There are only four or five people left in the room, four or five people who are almost completely naked, they are a few beautiful young girls.
When the girl saw Meng Xinghun push the door in, she smiled and stood up to greet her, completely ignoring that the spring light had already vented, the whiteness trembled in the air.
They smiled happily, not knowing what a terrible thing it is to betray themselves. These girls are too young to think about the future.
"Where did you go, so that we can't even drink."
Yu Xinghun looked at them coldly, these girls were all found by him, and for them, the silver in his bag had flowed out like water.
Half a day ago, he would still lie down in their arms at night, speaking sweet words that he didn't even believe in a book.
Now he only wants to say one word:
"roll!"
"Alas, happy times are always short."
A voice sighed regretfully.
Lying on the soft couch was a young man, his naked upper body muscles were sharp and angular like cast of black iron, and his clothes had long been thrown away.
The memory of Meng Xingsun's hangover was a little vague. He vaguely remembered that the man who drank with him last night was not so young, and that man still had a knife and a purple gold fish scale knife.
Even though he could not remember the man's face, Meng Xinghun still remembered the knife, which was much more outstanding than a human.
The man can't leave his hand with the knife, as if he can do without clothes, but he can't leave the knife.
But the young man in front of him didn't have a knife.
Meng Xinghun glanced at him alertly and said, "Who are you?"
The man smiled: "It seems that you haven't drunk the fragments. The guest you invited has been sent away by me."
Meng Xinghun didn't understand what the man meant by "fragment", his face sank, and those who came uninvited were often unkind!
"You too!"
The man's face changed and he jumped up and said coldly, "You'd better control that mouth. The last person who talked to me Luo Feng like this, his face was beaten by me, and he couldn't recognize who he was when he reached the underworld. !"
Meng Xinghun smelled a trace of blood. He was very sensitive to the smell of blood. He looked in the direction of the smell. A faceless corpse fell in the corner of the wall. The corpse's mouth had turned into a soft piece of meat. Lips, no teeth, no nose.
The purple gold fish scale knife was held in the hands of the faceless corpse.
Meng Xinghun said: "You killed it?"
The humanity: "Of course."
Meng Xinghun suppressed his anger and said, "Why kill him?"
The humanity said: "Because he owes his mouth like you, it's okay to owe his mouth. He wanted to cut me with a knife and violated my taboo, so I broke his troubled mouth."
Meng Xinghun said: "How many people have you killed?"
There was a look of confusion in this person's eyes, and he thought about it for a long time: "Hundreds of thousands? No, the last time the biochemical plague has wiped out the entire Tarzi family, at least a million, which is really unclear."
Meng Xinghun stared at him, as if an angry flame rushed from his spinal cord to his brain in his body. Although this person was absurd, Meng Xinghun intuitively felt that what he said was true!
He felt that killing was an extremely painful thing. He couldn't understand that there are still people in the world who treat killing like eating and drinking water!
He hates this kind of people like a poisonous snake!
The young man laughed, "Today I don't want to kill anymore. Instead, I want to give you a great luck."
He suddenly realized that Meng Xinghun had rushed towards him, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
A cold and hard fist hit his face. He didn't wait for a more violent second punch, and he didn't even feel the pain or fear, because the fist had been blocked.
Was a finger raised.
Middle finger.
This stood up for a while, shook it towards Meng Xinghun, then bend it slightly and flick it lightly.
With just such a shot, Meng Xinghun lost all strength, staggered, and sat down on the soft top, sitting next to the person he hated the most, as if two people were good friends who hooked up.
The man put his arms around his shoulders and said: "Don't be impulsive, you don't know people to save the world, I don't care about you, I just want you to listen to me tell a story."
Meng Xinghun didn't want to hear any story, but he had to listen to a story told by a man who could block his fist with a finger, even if it was boring, he had to finish listening.
"You can see that you don't like killing?"
The response that man received was only Meng Xinghun's indifferent gaze. He didn't take it seriously: "Actually, I don't like killing people. Then I will tell you a story of the'not to kill'."
The man continued on his own words: "Once upon a time, there was a rich young master. His family was extremely rich. His father's surname was Wei, and he was known as'Wei Bancheng'. But there were unexpected events, and one day his parents died. Being killed by a robber in front of him, you must know that the city they live in is not a safe place. There are more robbers than rats in the gutter."
Meng Xinghun couldn't help but said: "This is really a boring story. Later, did the rich young master practice martial arts to get revenge?"
"This rich young master did practice martial arts with a teacher. He also found the enemy who killed his parents, but he did not kill him."
"why?"
Meng Xinghun couldn't figure out why anyone could let go of killing his father and his enemies, even if he hated killing, but if someone killed Boss Gao in front of him, he would never let that person go.
"Because the rich young master swore the oath not to kill. He later became a hero. I don't know how many Jiang Yang thieves were in his hands and tied him to the official, but no one was killed by him."
Meng Xinghun said, "In this world, what is the difference between sending off an official and just letting go?"
"Yes, those Jiang Yang thieves did not take long to come out of the prison, or escaped, or hired a lawyer, or bought the magistrate of the county and let them go directly, and then they went to find the heroes to get revenge together. He was put to death."
Meng Xinghun sighed: "The hero must have died miserably in the end."
The man chuckled, shook his head and said, "He's not dead. Those Jiang Yang thieves who sought his revenge were defeated again by him and sent back to prison."
Meng Xinghun said: "So that hero's martial arts is very high."
The man shook his head: "That hero martial arts is probably not as high as you."
Meng Xinghun said: "This is impossible!"
That humanity said: "When people in the martial arts heard that Xiao Li Tanhua defeated Shangguan Jin Hong, they said so."
Meng Xinghun suddenly said, "That's because Jiang Yang thieves have poor martial arts."
"The hero's enemies are all top players in the arena. Among them is a lunatic known as the'Bei Chou', who uses hidden weapons to make his attacks extremely vicious and invincible. He has many tricks and misses everything. The government’s rivers and lakes are all playing between the palms; there is also a madman known as the "Poison King", who is superb with poison, and can reach the state of the innate and acquired peak by relying on the poison to induce the power. , Powerful!"
Meng Xinghun shook his head again and again: "I will definitely die when confronted with this kind of character. How can people who are worse than me in martial arts repeatedly capture them? This is harder than killing them!"
"These villains are also characters? Just a mere ant! The strongest enemy this hero has ever faced is the martial arts myth known as the'God of the World'!"
Meng Xinghun shuddered, with the wrong name and no wrong nickname. If a person can be called "the of the world", how amazing is his martial arts?
"The'God of the World' martial arts has mastered the spirit, light skills can fly into the sky, hard skills to practice, not to mention bows and crossbows, even trebuchets hit big rocks like mosquitoes and flies in the past, and the speed of action is faster than light, you have not seen , I have been recruited, and the wall collapsed with one punch, the pedestal was completely destroyed, and when I stepped on it, the earthquake trembled, and the earth and rocks were surging!"
Meng Xinghun's heart shook when he heard it, but he didn't believe that there could be people with such a high level of martial arts in the world? This is no longer human, I am afraid that it is even more powerful than the real immortal of the land, no wonder it is called "the of the world".
He couldn't help asking: "You said that the'Wei' hero who is worse than my martial arts can win the'God of the World'?"
"He didn't win, but he didn't lose. After 300 rounds of the two-person battle, the hero cherishes the hero, and if he doesn't fight, he won't make a deal. He has become a close friend who can rely on life and death."
The man said: "In addition, the hero's surname is Bu, not Wei."
"Isn't his father Wei?"
"Don't pay attention to these details, the hero's surname is Bu and his name is Ruth. The people from the rivers and lakes gave him a nickname-Batman."
Batman?
Oath not to kill?
Meng Xingshun's heart moved, as if he felt his fate tremble slightly, sliding in another unknown direction. Could it be that the bat that I saw last night was a sign of heaven?