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One night in Beijing

(2007-10-20 16:44:06)
分类: 武侠情怀
 Chapter One

Evening, gloomy woods in Beijing suburb:

The edge of saber sliced sharply through thin air, leaving a deep elongated wound across the man’s neck. His face began to spasm uncontrollably; the quintessence of his life suddenly began pouring out into the void. Death approached, cold, fast, and merciless.
"Geez... one after another... they threw their worthless lives to bar my way!" the killer lifted his head and shot a glance at the silver moon, "yet I have no time to waste, must keep going!"

In a sense, this is not merely about pursuing, this is attrition -- the best hunters were never the fastest hunters;   tactics and prudence far outweigh speed and brute strength, especially while pursuing a dangerous monstrosity capable of   retaliating with unimaginable determination when cornered. Pursue and wait, until the monster became enervated from
despair, hopeless from fear, then the time of harvesting life had arrived. Jun Bieli used to be the best "hunter" who comprehended the rule of killing well... But now, he is being hunted...

Chapter Two   

If there exists something more dreadful than the perpetual darkness that enshrouds the forest like the mighty hands of Yama himself, an impenetrable veil ensconcing all things sinister to be unleashed upon his clan, it must be the thought of a well-executed ambush commanded by the most feared warrior in the known world: a man with a reputation to loot, to kill, to plunder, a conqueror of the entire continent, a harbinger of death, the herald for doomsday to exterminate man like puny ants via fire and steel! It is from him that Jun Bieli must escape, against him Jun Bieli must confront.

Jun Bieli frowned, his brow covered in perspiration even on this bleak night. He did not expect the enemy to be so determined in hunting for his head. He knew there would be danger on his way to Beijing. He did not expect the danger to be Bai Yulou and 3000 talents of gold reward to whoever could kill Jun Bielu. Even Jun Bielu is unable to hold his ground against powerful warriors throughout the continent. “I must move to open ground”, thought Jun Bieli, “staying in these cursed woods would be the end of me!”

Moonlight is a double-edged sword. It can help Jun Bieli seek out the road out of these woods; it may also aid Bai Yulou to find him.

Jun Bieli took a deep breath and took several steps backward, landing only on his footprints, before jumping onto a massive rock covered in lichen. This simple tactic may confuse and delay the pursuers as they ponder over the bizarrely-disappearing track.   No doubt Bai Yulou is an intelligent man, but his goons are far stupider.

Relieved and with a glimmer of hope rising in his heart, Jun Bieli leaped onto a tree nearby, moving from branch to branch, towards the nearing yet distant horizon.

Danger did not pass. It wasn’t long before Bai Yulou’s shadow caught up with Jun Bieli again. Worse yet, Bai Yulou was waiting for him, in person.

“Jun Bieli, come with me or stay in this forest for eternity!” a ghostly figure emerged from the dense foliage, clad in silver white, the subdued voice matching well with the otherworldly apparitions around him.   Jun Bieli’s spine tingled, disbelieving the fact that the enemy is in front instead of behind him.

The best hunters were never the fastest hunters, sighed Jun Bieli. Everything hitherto this final showdown had been a setup to exhaust him, sapping his strength, preparing himself to become that cut piece of meat on the plate.

“A warrior knows no fear, “ Jun Bieli replied tersely. “No one can prevent me from rescuing my master, not even a demon like you!”

“Hahaha!” Cackled Bai Yulou, as if Jun Bieli just uttered the most incredulous remark in the world. “I have thousands of men laying in wait around this forest. I am the best spear wielder in all China. Not even the Mu Ren and his daughter Mu Xiaotong could block my charge. How far can you run from our combined strength?”

Chapter Three

“To hell with you!”   Jun Bieli charged, sword in hand, dicing upward along Bai Yulou’s shoulder, the silver hue of moonlight reflected on Jun Bieli’s polished blade. Jun Bieli is aiming to kill, knowing that many more enemies wait nearby.

Bai Yulou was not at all surprised by Jun Bieli’s attack. He unleashed the full power of his spear, advancing rather than retreating, weaving an intricate web of mist and shadow in front of him. To Jun Bieli, Bai Yulou’s moving spear tip is like the shining constellations on a moonless night, like blossoming lilies in the vivacious spring, beatific and breathtaking.

Bai Yulou’s spear had daunted countless heroes cower. It is not Bai Yulou’s lethality that took away these heroes courage. Bai Yulou only attacks, for he has nothing to defend for.

Bai Yulou’s opponents never attacked, for they have nothing to live for against his dazzling and overpower display.But not Jun Bieli.

Jun Bieli let out a furious roar, scattering sleeping birds in the near vicinity. He ignored Bai Yulou’s spear and continued the fateful saber arc towards Bai Yulou’s throat.
Bai Yulou’s could not believe what had just transpired.   Jun Bieli is much stronger than expected. What now?

From the depth of the woods, an arrow cut through the musky odor of decadent forest, through the all-encompassing darkness, and through the battleground where two great warriors remain locked in combat.  

"Bloody hell!" Bai Yulou screamed, eyes wide in disbelief and confusion. His heart was pierced by an iron-tipped arrow, an appropriate end for a cruel tyrant and monstrosity who sacrificed his own conscience to Yama to dominate China.

“Bieli,   I have come to aid you!” Jin Se smiled, resplendent beyond imagination, wavy hair flowing against the cold zephyr.

Bai Yulou would remember this scene for the rest of his life, of how Jin Se stood in the wind, like a marble statue, or a goddess too pure and
pulchritudinous to be gazed upon by plain men like him from this world.

Chapter Four

Beijing, near dawn:

Master is a toothless old man, grey hair lazily draping over his broad shoulders. Time has left many scars on his body; thousands of wrinkles betray his age. But not his eyes!   From those eyes shone wisdom and determination unscathed by the sand of time, eyes as bright as sunlight revealing all that is hidden, eyes possessed only by the greatest warriors who have lived on this earth.

A firm and persistent warrior stood reverently beside him, accompanied by a beauty in splendid attire.

"Time tries all..." an old voice broke out, "But, I cannot leave here. This place has always been the center stage throughout my life. The dreams I have always followed… the friends I have lost… I shall never forget them."

"But master! No dynasty lasts forever. No one can block the wheel of history. You have always been a candle of Ming -- brightening the dynasty and consuming yourself. "    Warrior said in pain, "But how could one candle illuminate the entire pavilion? All things eventually came to an end, including your obligation to the decaying Ming dynasty..."

“That is easier said than done. I should have foreseen today. The emperor is dim-witted but cautious, as soon as I were to leave Beijing, mercenaries would appear...”

"Promises don't come easy. Ten years ago I pledged to you my life and honor, until death does us apart! I will not forsake that pledge!"

"But Master! You bring only the light of hope!"

Two voices interrupted the scholar. When the scholar turned around, he found his two disciples remaining on their knees!

The scholar lost himself in deep thought for a long time and finally raised his head, eyes filled with determination.

"Dust to dust, ash to ash. Everything turns grey in ashes of Time. Only memory will remain, only memory will remain..." Leaning back and laughing bitterly... with the song farther and farther... the sight of a straight back disappearing into autumn wind...  Still, there were two guardians defending their master, vowing to protect him until their last breathes. They found themselves in each other's embrace. They shall not separate in life and death; they shall face the eternal sleep together.

(Jun Bieli PK Mu Xiaotong)
 
一 
夜,北京城郊黑树林:
锋利的薄刃穿过稀薄的空气,在男人的脖子上留下深长的伤口。他的脸不受控制的抽搐。他生命的精华不断涌入虚空。死亡接近了,寒冷,迅速,并且无情。“唉……一个接一个的……被这些低贱的生命妨碍!”杀手抬头瞥了一眼银色的月光,“没功夫浪费时间了,要上路了。”
在某种意义上,不仅仅是追逐,这是一种消耗战-最好的猎人绝不是最快速的那个;策略和谨慎的重要远远超过速度和蛮力,特别是在追杀那些危险而有能力从角落狠狠反击的怪物时。追击并且等待,直到怪物从绝望中变得衰弱,从恐惧中失望,收获的时机才会出现。君别离一向是了解“狩猎”规则的最佳猎人,但如今他却成了猎物。

如果说,这个世界上还存在着比永恒的黑暗更加令人厌恶,令人恐惧的事,那一定是匿迹于森林背后的那只巨大而邪恶的阎罗之手本身。他将自己深深地隐藏在一个阴暗面具之下,所有阴晦的事都由这个组织处理,这就是为人所知的被大多数武林认识所惧怕的完美伏击:他的对手,是一个犯下滔天大罪的人,恃强凌弱,强取豪夺,杀人如麻,这个江湖中所有的罪恶都与他有关,他是武林的霸主,而那些处于角落的毫不起眼的弱小的人们若想与他作对,就如同用区区小蚁的身躯去接受火的灼烤与金刚的压迫。所以,君别离必须坦然而真实地面对这一切,他必须逃.。
君别离皱了皱眉,即使在寒冷的夜里,汗依然从眉头渗出。他没料到敌人如此执着于他的人头。他知道去北京的路上很危险,但他没料到白玉楼和那道3000两赏金追杀令的出现。君别离没有把握去对抗众多的江湖高手。“必须到开阔的地形去,”君别离心道,“在这该死的树林中将必死无疑。”
月光如同双刃剑,它可以帮助君别离观察树林外的大道,也会让白玉楼发现自己的踪迹。
君别离深吸一口气,在准备踏上一块苔藓中的大石前他沿着自己的足迹后退了几步。这简单的计策会让追击者暂缓脚步,并迷惑于他奇异的消失踪迹。不可质疑白玉楼是个聪明的人,聪明人反而容易中计。
心中闪出一丝希望,君别离跳上附近的一棵树,在树枝间起落,不断接近遥远的地平线。
危险还未过去,白玉楼的身影并没有花费太久就追上了君别离。更糟的是,白玉楼一个人在等他。
“君别离,跟我来或者永远留在这树林!”鬼魅般的身影从树林中出现。一席银白色长衫,仿佛来自另一个世界的声音环绕在他耳边。君别离脊背发凉,敌人的声音似乎在前面而不是后面。
最好的猎人绝不是最快的那个,君别离叹了口气。所有事情都将在这一刻了结,他耗尽内力,力量被腐蚀,他就如同在砧板上的肉任人宰割。
“勇者不知畏惧,”君别离简洁的答道。“即使你是阎罗也不能阻止我去救主公。”
“哈哈哈!”白玉楼狂笑,好像君别离说出了世上最好笑的笑话。“我有上千个人在树林周围,本人是全国用枪第一高手,即使牧仁和他女儿牧小彤都败在本人手下。凭你能从本人现在的实力下逃多远?”

“受死吧!”君别离冲身而起,离别刀出鞘,斜削白玉楼肩头,刀身反映着银色的月光。君别离决定下杀手,他知道许多敌人正在附近。
白玉楼并不吃惊于君别离的出手。银枪全力一击,不退反进,在他面前幻化成一道严密的气网,枪影重重。白玉楼的枪动后如同黑夜里闪光的繁星,又像春天盛开的百合,安详而惊人。
无数的武林英雄在白玉楼的枪下退缩,并非白玉楼真正击败了他们,而是他们失去了勇气。
白玉楼的招式只攻不守,一往无前,他从未受到过攻击,因为他的对手早就眼花缭乱,根本没有还手之力。但君别离不是其他人。
君别离长啸一声,惊起了附近的飞鸟。他无视白玉楼的枪,离别刀继续以弧线斩向白玉楼的咽喉。白玉楼不敢相信眼前发生了什么,君别离比他估计的要强,怎么办?
在森林最深处,一支箭飞过飘着麝香味的腐败树木,穿越围绕四周的黑暗和两名绝代高手仍在激烈决斗的战场。
“可恶!”白玉楼嘶吼道,目光充满怀疑和混乱的扫视周围。一支铁箭穿过他的心口,终结了他作为一位残酷的暴君和失去自我,泯灭良识如修罗般支配全国的罪恶。
“别离,我来助你。”锦瑟笑道,笑容无比灿烂,长发波浪般飘动在寒冷的微风中。
白玉楼终其一生都不会忘记,那一天,锦瑟于和风中伫立的万般风情,美丽如同精美的雕像,抑或这世上所有同他一般平凡的男子钦慕的眼中,那误落凡尘的仙子。

京城,黎明前:
主公是个牙齿全部脱落褐色过肩长发慵懒披散的老人。时间给他的身体留下太多的痕迹,上千的皱纹泄露他的年龄,除了那双眼睛!从那双眼睛中露出了智慧的光芒和不屈于时间流逝的决心,如阳光般的目光揭露出被隐藏的一切,只由这世上的武林第一人所拥有的目光。
一名坚定刚毅的武士恭敬的站在由一位华服美女陪伴的老人的旁边。
“时间考验一切……”一个声音打破寂静,“但我不能离开这里,这里一向是我一生的中心。我一直追求的梦想,我曾经失去的朋友,我决不会忘记他们。”
“可主公!天下无不灭的王朝,这是无人能违背的历史宿命。您总是蜡烛般燃烧自己的生命照耀整个大明。”武士痛苦的道,“一根蜡烛怎能照亮整个大厦?您的义务与腐朽的王朝终将完结。”
“知易行难,我早应预见今天。皇帝虽谨慎却糊涂,一旦我离开京城,将会被人追杀终日。”
“诺言不能轻许。十年前我以生命和信誉许下承诺,直到死亡使你我分开,我将终生信守诺言。”
“但是主公!您带来仅有的希望。”
两个声音打断了大学士。当他转过身去,他见到两名弟子双膝下跪。
大学士在长时间的冥思中浑然忘我,终于他抬起头,眼中充满决心。
“尘归尘,土归土。一切在时间的灰烬中变为灰色。只有记忆永远会保存,仅仅记忆将永远保存。依靠过去,嘲笑痛苦,渐歌渐远,视线消逝秋风中。
仍然有两人发誓守卫着他们的主公,直到他停止呼吸。他们发现自己已经在对方的怀抱中,不论生死,永不分开,永远的沉睡在一起。

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