Xie Wuhua had been standing outside the door for a long time.
He was not in a hurry.
Even if he had to stand here for a day and a night, he would not lose his patience because of this.
Fortunately, the person inside the door did not make him wait for that long.
After that "long time", the sound of light footsteps came from the room, and then the door was opened.
The person who opened the door was a man.
He was tall, handsome, with cold eyes and an overbearing aura.
His snow-white robe and the long sword at his waist were his symbols.
His cold temperament and taciturn personality were the only impressions people had of him.
"Hmph … You're finally willing to come out to see me?" Although the door was open, Xie Wuhua still stood three steps away from the threshold, not daring to take the risk.
Leng Yuqiu heard this and did not reply. He just silently looked at the young man with a square face in front of him.
"What? Don't tell me … you didn't notice that someone was standing outside your room? "Xie Wuhua saw that the other party did not answer, so he probed again.
"I noticed it." Two seconds later, Leng Yuqiu finally opened his mouth to speak. His tone was very cold, and his words were accompanied by slight pauses that were slightly out of place. "I noticed you as soon as you came."
"Ha …" Xie Wuhua laughed. "So … while I was standing outside the door, you were in the room hesitating whether to open the door or not?"
"No," Leng Yuqiu replied.
"Oh?" Xie Wuhua did not understand what he meant, so he used an auxiliary word to signal him to continue.
"I didn't want to open the door, and I didn't want to talk to you," Leng Yuqiu added after a breath.
"Ha!" Xie Wuhua laughed again … and sneered. "Then why did you open the door now?"
"I want to go to the toilet." Leng Yuqiu's reply could be said to be concise and comprehensive. The key point was … it could not be questioned.
After saying these five words, he stepped forward and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
He calmly walked past Xie Wuhua, completely ignoring the latter, and strode toward the first floor of the inn.
When his figure disappeared, Xie Wuhua was still standing.
Of course, he wouldn't chase after Leng Yuqiu and argue with her, because in this world, only scoundrels and fools would stop someone who wanted to go to the toilet and have some kind of debate.
Xie Wuhua was neither a scoundrel nor a fool.
At this moment, Young Master Xie only felt that he had been insulted. It was an insult called "indifference."
Leng Yuqiu's reaction showed that … he regarded Xie Wuhua as an insignificant person, which made the latter's waiting meaningless.
Xie Wuhua wanted to get angry, but he couldn't.
Because in the process of thinking about how to explode, he suddenly realized that other than the title of "Descendant of a Prestigious Family", there was indeed no other reason for him to not be ignored.
Although Xie Wuhua had been roaming the Jianghu for more than half a year, he hadn't been able to leave behind any achievements.
How could such a person be valued by Leng Yuqiu?
Of course, Young Master Xie's "mediocrity" wasn't caused by his lack of ability … In fact, Xie Wuhua could be said to be well-versed in both literature and martial arts.
In terms of "literature", even though he wasn't as good as Xiucai, he was still able to bear the title of "educated and reasonable". Just this point alone was enough to make him stand out in the Jianghu filled with rough men.
In terms of "martial arts", as the eldest son and eldest grandson of the Xie Family, he naturally also received the inheritance of his ancestors. In the entire Jianghu, there was probably no one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him among his peers.
However … having ability didn't necessarily mean that one would have achievements.
The Jianghu was a very funny place …
Here, the word "trouble" could almost be equated with "opportunity."
It was likely to bring you all kinds of losses, such as property, reputation, relatives, friends, life, and so on, which could disappear with the appearance of this word.
But, it could also bring you the same benefits …
In the Jianghu, a person who never had trouble coming to his door and didn't seek trouble for himself was definitely a failure …
And Xie Wuhua's awkward situation was that, due to the name of the Xie Family, many troublesome "people" and "things" would take the initiative to avoid him. And because he always had Uncle Liu, an experienced Jianghu person, by his side, many troublesome people and things that didn't avoid him … were also blocked by Uncle Liu.
This created the Young Master Xie of the Xie Family, who had "mingled in the Jianghu for more than half a year but still had no achievements".
"Young Master." Not long after, Uncle Liu's familiar voice interrupted Xie Wuhua's thoughts.
Liu Xilai's loyalty and affection for the Xie Family were extremely deep. That year, he was disabled because of the fiasco and was destined to have no descendants. In addition, he didn't have any relatives living in the world. Therefore, he, who had watched the Young Master Xie grow up, had long regarded him as his own grandson. This was also why … when Xie Wuhua proposed to his grandfather that he wanted to "gain experience" in the Jianghu, the old master arranged for Uncle Liu to accompany the Young Master.
"Are you okay?" Uncle Liu saw that the Young Master didn't reply, so he asked with concern.
"Not so good." Xie Wuhua knew that Uncle Liu had been secretly watching him, so he wasn't surprised by the latter's sudden appearance.
"You shouldn't be so 'polite'." Uncle Liu also knew that the Young Master had been wronged, but he would never persuade him in the way of coaxing a child. He would directly point out the key point of the matter.
"Yes …" Xie Wuhua sighed, "I don't seem to be 'qualified' to be 'polite' to him."
"Indeed, you don't," Uncle Liu said.
"You should have told me when I decided to come," Xie Wuhua said.
"At that time, I'm afraid you might not understand what I meant," Uncle Liu said.
"Well …" Xie Wuhua pondered for half a second, "… You're right."
"But, now that you understand … it's not too late," Uncle Liu said.
"Haha …" Xie Wuhua's smile returned, "Yes, it's not too late!"
…
When Leng Yuqiu returned to his room, he still looked cold.
He stepped in and closed the door behind him.
Regarding the matter of his room being opened and the matter of the two people sitting in the room …. He acted as if he didn't see it, and didn't react or comment at all.
At this time, Xie Wuhua and Liu Xilai were sitting in Leng Yuqiu's room and drinking tea.
The tea was just delivered by the waiter, and the teapot and teacups were new. These were all specially ordered by Uncle Liu. He didn't want to use the tea set in other people's rooms because it was likely that those things had been poisoned.
"We have something to ask you." This time, it was Uncle Liu who spoke first.
Leng Yuqiu ignored him and silently returned to the bedside. He sat down and assumed a meditative posture.
"You killed Beard Ma, right?" Even if the other party didn't respond, Xie Wuhua still asked the question he wanted to ask.
Leng Yuqiu, who was meditating on the bed, simply closed his eyes.
"It's no use pretending." Xie Wuhua didn't give up and continued, "Even if you can hide it from everyone in the world, you can't hide it from me …" He paused, "From your sitting posture, standing posture, walking posture, and the way you breathe … I can see that you are proficient in at least two kinds of palm techniques and a set of leg techniques in addition to swordsmanship. You also have a superior internal strength mental cultivation method."
"So what?" At this time, Leng Yuqiu finally spoke, but his eyes were still closed, and his tone was understated.
"Beard Ma's fatal wound, and the only place on his body where he was hit, was half a centimeter below his ribs." Xie Wuhua continued, "In this town, there are no more than twenty people who can see that position is the weak point of the 'Double Lethal Palm'. There are no more than ten people who can hit there with one palm in actual combat. And you … are one of these ten people."
"Of course, this alone is not enough to prove that you are the murderer." In the next second, Uncle Liu took the opportunity to continue the conversation. "The real reason why we concluded that it was you is … We can be sure that the palm print under Beard Ma's ribs was made by the palm of a person who uses a sword." He paused for half a second, "Maybe you don't notice it yourself, but the hands of people who practice different weapons and different martial arts will have various slight differences, such as the area between the thumb and the index finger of a swordsman …"
"Liu Xilai." Suddenly, Leng Yuqiu interrupted Uncle Liu. This was the first time he used this method to join the conversation with these two people, "You don't have to tell me the details of your inference …" His tone was still calm, and his eyes were still closed, "I have never denied the fact that 'I killed Beard Ma'."
Uncle Liu and Xie Wuhua were both stunned when they heard this. They quickly looked at each other, and Xie Wuhua said, "Hmph … You seem to be quite calm now. Since that's the case, why did you use your palm instead of your sword when you killed people …? Why did you hide it?"
"Using my palm instead of my sword was not to hide anything," Leng Yuqiu said.
"Oh? Then why? "Xie Wuhua asked again.
"Because he didn't deserve to die under my sword." This was Leng Yuqiu's answer.
This answer sounded like a quibble, but when this sentence came out of Leng Yuqiu's mouth, Young Master Xie and Uncle Liu were instantly convinced that … he was not lying.
"So … he deserved to die?" Uncle Liu didn't ask the other party's specific motive for killing. He knew that that kind of question was out of bounds, so … he asked a question that sounded a bit like nonsense.
"He deserved to die." But Leng Yuqiu's sonorous answer made the question itself meaningful.
"Why did you do it at this time and place?" Uncle Liu asked again.
"Where to do it, when to do it, and …" Leng Yuqiu paused here, "Who to kill …" These five words were obviously for the two people in the room to hear, "… it's my freedom."
"It seems … we are meddling in other people's business." Uncle Liu was experienced, and he had already noticed the change in the atmosphere. He quickly found a way out and wanted to pull the young master down with him.
"Yes." Leng Yuqiu also understood the other party's meaning and replied coldly.
"Since this is the case … it's inconvenient for us to say anything more …" Uncle Liu stood up and bowed, "We have disturbed Hero Leng and offended you, please forgive us."
As he spoke, he winked at Young Master Xie next to him.
Xie Wuhua was also very sensible. He immediately stood up and cupped his hands at Leng Yuqiu, "Sorry for the offense."
The two were polite on the surface, but in fact, their bodies and nerves were ready to deal with the attack.
"We won't disturb your rest." Uncle Liu immediately said, "We will leave now …"
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave." Unexpectedly, at this time … Leng Yuqiu took the initiative to speak, "I still have something to say."
The words "still have something to say" made Uncle Liu and Young Master Xie break out in a cold sweat …
"Hero Leng … what else do you want to say?" Uncle Liu asked.
"Don't you want to know …" Leng Yuqiu continued, "why Beard Ma 'deserved to die'?"
Hearing this sentence, Liu Xilai's face turned pale because his instincts told him what Leng Yuqiu wanted to do.
"No!" Uncle Liu almost roared out these two words.
"Because he disturbed my 'sword practice'." Leng Yuqiu continued to speak indifferently as if she didn't hear him.
At this moment, Liu Xilai suddenly knelt down. His body was trembling, his voice was trembling, and his soul … was undoubtedly trembling as well, "Hero Leng! This … this old man can listen to it alone! Our young master is young and ignorant … he didn't mean to offend you, he still has a great future … "
"No." This was the second time Leng Yuqiu interrupted Uncle Liu, and it was also the last time, "I want him to listen too."
When he heard the word "no", Uncle Liu fell into despair. When that kind of despair appeared on his face, it was as if he had aged several decades in an instant … from a hale and hearty martial arts senior to an old man with one foot in the grave.
"Uncle Liu! Why are you doing this? " Xie Wuhua still didn't fully understand the situation. Although he had faintly felt something … he was still too young after all. He hadn't experienced the true cruelty of the martial arts world.
"People always think that if you do something wrong, as long as you discover it in time and admit your mistake, you can still make up for it … you can have a second chance." Leng Yuqiu opened her eyes as she spoke, "But I don't like to give people a second chance, because I don't want others to think that … they can 'make a mistake' in front of me." His tone was cold, and so were his eyes. "I don't know why, but the world has a consensus … as long as you kneel down, beg, and repent afterwards … you can make up for your previous rudeness, offense, and injury …
"Because that's what most people agree on, it becomes' reason ', and then it may become' law '…
"But, can things in the world … really be 'logical' like this?
"If the world thinks that the thief doesn't deserve to die, then the victim can only accept it. If the world thinks that the rapist doesn't deserve to die, then the victim can only accept it. If the world thinks that the bully doesn't deserve to die, then the victim can only accept it.
"But how many of those who make the decisions, the 'majority', those who talk about morality and benevolence … have ever experienced the feeling of having their important things or hard-earned things stolen? How many of them have personally tasted the feeling of being raped? How many of them know the feeling of being bullied for years and years but not daring to speak up despite being angry …?
"Humiliation, sadness, despair, grievance, indescribable pressure … Is there really a set of 'reason' in this world that can accurately measure the pain of the victim and give the corresponding punishment?
"At least in my opinion, there isn't.
"But I … I came up with a relatively fair method. It's a very simple method — let the victim decide how to deal with those who made the mistake.
"Of course, everyone's judgment is different. Some people want to kill the whole family of someone who bumped into their shoulder on the street, and some people say it doesn't matter if they are slapped in the face. They will even put the other side of their face up.
"So, I have to admit … My method is actually not as suitable as' reason '.
"It can only be applied to a small number of people …
"… For example, people like me."
Before today, Xie Wuhua and Liu Xilai would never have dreamed that Leng Yuqiu would say such a long sentence at one time.
No one in Jianghu had heard Leng Yuqiu say so much because … those who had heard it were already dead.
In fact, Leng Yuqiu was not a taciturn person.
He was just a person with an eccentric character.
He was extremely introverted, so much so that he would be nervous if he spoke more than a few words in front of others.
So, he rarely spoke and almost never made friends.
Only under one circumstance would he be able to completely relax, open his mouth, and talk to the person in front of him for a while.
And that 'situation' was … when he was about to kill the other party.
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