Horizon, Bright Moon, Sabre

by RWX

A real person, an independent person, not someone’s tool, nor someone’s toy.

  Laughing, she said, “My surname is Zhou. I’m called Zhou Ting. In the past, everyone called me Xiao Ting [Little Ting].”

  For the first time, Fu Hongxue noticed how pure and sincere her laughter was, because she had already washed off that thick layer of rouge and powder, revealing her own face.

  She knew he was looking at her. “When I don’t have make up on, do I look like an old granny?”

  Fu Hongxue said, “No.”

  Xiao Ting’s laughter became even happier. “You really are a weird guy. I didn’t think you’d come and find me.”

  She wrinkled her forehead. “When you arrived, you looked so scary. I thought you were already dead at first. No matter what I asked you, you didn’t seem to notice, but as soon as I touched your sabre, you began to hit.”

  She looked at the pitch-black sabre in his hand.

  Fu Hongxue was silent.

  She no longer asked questions either. She had long since become accustomed to others refusing her. She didn’t hold any high hopes towards anything. She no longer held any extravagant wishes or made any demands from this unfeeling, cruel world. She didn’t even ask his name, because…

  “I know that you are a good person, because even though you lightly hit me, you didn’t humiliate me like any of the others. You even gave me that much money for no reason.”

  To her, those things were already a great show of benevolence. It was already enough to make her forever grateful.

  “I didn’t use any of the money you gave me. Even if I were to buy a chicken every day, it would last a long time, so you must stay here. You have to wait until you are no longer sick before you can leave.”

  She held his hand. “If you were to leave now, I would be extremely, extremely miserable.”

  In the eyes of others, she was a base, contemptible woman. For five silver coins, she was willing to sell herself.

  But she asked nothing from him at all, only that he allow her to take care of him. That was enough to satisfy her. Compared to those self-styled ‘noble’ women, who was truly noble? Who was truly base?

  She sold herself only because she needed to keep on living. Who didn’t want to keep on living?

  Fu Hongxue closed his eyes. He suddenly asked, “Do you have any wine here?”

  Xiao Ting said, “There’s none here, but I can go buy it for you.”

  Fu Hongxue said, “Fine, go buy some. I won’t leave.”

  Sick people shouldn’t drink alcohol.

  Why was he going to drink? Was it because there was an irreconcilable pain and worry in his heart?

  But alcohol wouldn’t solve these problems. What good would wine do him?

  She didn’t think about any of this.

  She rarely thought about many things, nor did she ask for much. As long as he was willing to stay, no matter what he asked her to do, she would do it.

  “So long as a person is alive, they should strive with all their might and work as hard as they can. They definitely cannot give themselves up and be hopeless and wallow in vice.”

  She didn’t understand any of these words. She had lived for too long in the morass, and no one had ever given her the chance to crawl out from it.

  To her, life wasn’t as noble or as complex as others made it out to be.

  Life didn’t bring much that was good to her. How could it expect too much from her?

  Fu Hongxue was drunk. He didn’t know for how many days he had been drunk.

  When a person is drunk, he would naturally do some unreasonable, bizarre things, but she didn’t resent him in the slightest.

  He wanted wine, so she bought wine for him, time after time again. Sometimes, she would go knock on the doors of winehouses at midnight. Not only had she never refused him, she didn’t ever even look unhappy.

  Only, sometimes she left for very long periods of time, even though the alcohol selling places were nearby.

  Fu Hongxue naturally was sober from time to time, but he never asked her why she had been gone for so long.

  That day, he had only given her a few broken bits of silver, because that is all he had on him. He had always been poor, just like how he had always been lonely.

  But he never asked her where she got the money for his alcohol. He couldn’t ask. He didn’t dare ask.

  She never asked him about anything either, but she said something which he would never forget. One night, when she was a bit tipsy as well, she spoke these words.

  “Although I don’t understand anything, I know you are definitely in great pain.”

  Great pain? How could his feelings be summarized with those two words, ‘great pain’?

  One day, she was exceptionally happy, because it was her birthday. She bought some extra things, and even the extremely rare old hen’s meat. But when she returned, he had already gone. He hadn’t say a single word before leaving.

  The wine bottle lay fallen on the table. It had shattered into many pieces. She stupidly stood in front of the bed, until day turned into night, without even moving.

  His hair still remained on the pillow. She picked it up, carefully wrapped it up, tucked it into her bosom, then went out to buy more wine.

  Today was her birthday. How many birthdays can one have?

  Why couldn’t she go and get drunk?

  Fu Hongxue wasn’t drunk. He hadn’t been drunk for the past two days. He had been walking forward nonstop the entire time, without any objective or direction. He only wanted to leave her far behind, the farther the better.

  Perhaps they had already sunken into vice, but he couldn’t bear to drag her down with him.

  Although parting is always painful, she was still young. No matter how deep the pain, she would soon forget it. Young people always had a comparatively higher tolerance for pain. If he stayed there, he might never be able to leave again.

  After he was tired, he randomly found a place to lie down for a bit, and then he began walking again. He didn’t eat a single grain of rice. All he did was drink a little water. His beard had grown long and straggly, and his foul stench could be smelled from far away.

  He was punishing himself, punishing himself for all he was worth. He was all but no longer thinking of her, up until the point in time when he noticed that there was a small white handkerchief on his body.

  An embroidered handkerchief of pure silk. It was one of her very few luxury items. Inside the handkerchief there was a few silver banknotes worth a not inconsiderable amount of money, and a few pieces of gold. These were also items which had been recovered from the corpse of ‘Forefinger’. He had casually put it in his bosom and had long since forgotten about them. During his illness, when he was writhing on the floor, they had fallen out. She had seen them, and so she had wrapped them for him in her most treasured handkerchief. She was willing to sell herself for five silver coins. She was even willing to sell herself for a bottle of wine. But she had never even touched these things. She would rather sell herself than touch his things.

  Fu Hongxue’s heart was writhing in pain. He suddenly stood up and furiously ran back to her little room.

  But she was no longer there.

  In front of the house there were many people, all sorts of people. There was even an officer in a red hat.

  “What happened here?”

  He asked others, but no one paid any attention to him. Fortunately, a drunken beggar took him for one of their own.

  “A little whore used to live here, but last night, she ran away, so the officer came to arrest her.”

  “Why did he come to arrest her? Why did she run?”

  “Because she killed someone.”

  Killed someone? How could that kind, pitiable girl have killed someone?

  “Who did she kill?”

  “She killed the owner of that little bar down the street.” The beggar waved a fist. “That fat pig should’ve died long ago.”

  “Why did she kill him?”

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bsp; “She often went there to buy alcohol. At first, she gave money, but she drank too much, to the point where for whatever reason, she didn’t even do business. When she had cravings for alcohol, she had to buy on credit. That fat pig actually sold to her on credit.”

  The beggar was laughing. “Because that fat pig didn’t know what she did, he had designs on her. Last night, for whatever reason, she actually ran to that place to drink alcohol by herself. She drank too much. That fat pig naturally was delighted. He thought it was an incredible opportunity. When she was drunk, he tried to force himself on her. No one would have imagined that although she ‘sold smiles’, she simply refused to let that fat pig touch her. She actually pulled out a butcher’s knife on the counter and cut that fat pig’s head in half with one blow.

  He still wanted to keep talking, but the listener had disappeared.

  The beggar could only bitterly laugh while mumbling to himself, “There’s a bunch of weird stuff in this day and age. A whore who would rather kill someone than take off her pants. Isn’t this ridiculously amusing?”

  Naturally, he thought this was extremely funny. But if he knew the truth of the matter, he too most likely would have cried his eyes out on the ground.

  Fu Hongxue did not cry, did not shed tears.

  The winestore across the street was preparing a funeral. He rushed in, grabbed a pot of wine, wrecked the store, then drank all of the alcohol in one gulp before collapsing in one of the gutters of the alleyway.

  For whatever reason, she didn’t even do business.

  For whatever reason, she actually ran to that place to drink alcohol by herself, but simply refused to let that fat pig touch her.

  Why did she do all of this? Who knows?

  Fu Hongxue suddenly loudly screamed, “I know…I know…”

  But so what if he knew?

  Knowing only made it more painful!

  She had already run away, but where could she run off to? At most, she could run from this bog to the next bog. An even filthier bog!

  Fu Hongxue wanted to drink even more. He wasn’t drunk yet, because he could still think about this.

  Who did Mingyue Xin and Yan Nanfei die for?

  Who did Xiao Ting run away because of?

  He forced himself to crawl to his feet, rushed out of the alleyway, charging out just as a horse galloped by. The horse neighed in shock, and the horseman cursed him out. A whip struck down at him like a poisonous snake.

  Fu Hongxue grabbed the whip with the flip of his hand. He was wildly drunk, stinking drunk. He had already tortured himself until he no longer bore any resemblance to a human. But he was still Fu Hongxue.

  The rider tugged on the whip with force. No one could seize anything from Fu Hongxue’s hand. With a puffing sound, the whip snapped.

  Fu Hongxue was still standing, but the rider fell down from his saddle. But his reflexes weren’t slow, and so as he fell down, he somersaulted in mid air. The galloping horse continued to charge forward, but he himself had already landed on his feet on the ground. He stared at Fu Hongxue in shock.

  Fu Hongxue didn’t look at him. He didn’t even glance at him. Right now, the only thing he wanted to look at was a pot of wine. A pot of strong wine which would help him forget everything.

  And so he passed by in front of this man. His gait appeared clumsy and strange. A strange look suddenly appeared in this mans’ eyes, as though he had suddenly seen a ghost.

  He immediately shouted loudly, “Wait!”

  Fu Hongxue ignored him.

  That man asked again, “You are Fu Hongxue?” Fu Hongxue still ignored him.

  That man suddenly pulled his sword out, then pierced at Fu Hongxue with it. His attack was swift and clever. Clearly, he was one of the faster swordsmen of the martial world. But when his sword was still seven inches away from Fu Hongxue, Fu Hongxue’s sabre had already left its sheath.

  A flash of sabre light. A splatter of fresh blood. A perfectly good head was split in two.

  The man fell. The sabre was sheathed anew. Fu Hongxue didn’t even stop his steps, didn’t even look at that person.

  It was already very late at night, but there were still plenty of people in this small winehouse, because anyone who came inside was not allowed to leave.

  Because Fu Hongxue had spoken. “My treat. All of you drink with me. None of you may leave.”

  He was carrying the stench of blood on him, and had a large fistful of banknotes and gold. His stench nauseated them, the blood terrified them, but the money made them respect him. So no one dared to leave.

  After he drank a cup, everyone present had to drink a cup with him. Two more people entered from outside. He didn’t notice in the slightest what type of people they were, but they stared at him. One of them suddenly walked in front of him, then sat down.

  “Bottom’s up.”

  He proposed a toast, then drank it in one gulp. Unexpectedly, he still was not looking at this person, not even a glance.

  The man suddenly laughed. “Nice alcohol tolerance.”

  Fu Hongxue said, “Yeah, nice alcohol tolerance.”

  The man said, “Nice alcohol tolerance, but even better sabre techniques.”

  Fu Hongxue said, “Nice sabre techniques.”

  The man said, “You seemed to have once said that any sabre technique which can kill is a good sabre technique.”

  Fu Hongxue said, “Did I say that?”

  The man nodded, then suddenly asked, “Do you know who you just killed?”

  Fu Hongxue said, “Did I kill someone just then? Who did I kill?”

  The man looked at him, eyes filled with laughter, a laughter which could cause someone to wake up in the middle of the night. “You killed your elder brother-in-law.”

  Fu Hongxue wrinkled his forehead, as though trying as hard as he could to remember how he might have an elder brother-in-law.

  This man immediately reminded him, “Have you forgotten that you are already a married man? Your wife’s elder brother is your elder brother-in-law.”

  Fu Hongxue thought for a long time again, then nodded, then shook his head. He seemed to understand, and yet not understand.

  The man suddenly pointed at the person he had come in with. “Do you know who she is?”

  It was a woman. She was standing far away at the bar counter, coldly staring at Fu Hongxue.

  She was very young and very beautiful, with raven-like hair, and shining eyes. She was the type of daughter which every parent dreamed of having, the type of little sister every man wanted, the type of lover every yong man dreamed of. But when she stared at Fu Hongxue, her eyes were filled with hatred and enmity.

  Fu Hongxue finally raised his head to look at her. He seemed to recognize her, and yet not recognize her.

  The man laughed. “She’s your younger sister-in-law.”

  He was afraid that Fu Hongxue wouldn’t understand, and so explained, “Your younger sister-in-law would be your wife’s younger sister, and your elder brother-in-law’s younger sister.”

  Fu Hongxue began to drink again, as though he had become confused by those words, and had to drink a cup of wine before becoming sober.

  That man asked again, “Do you know what she wants to do right now?”

  Fu Hongxue shook his head.

  The man said, “She wants to kill you.”

  Fu Hongxue suddenly let out a sigh. He mumbled, “Why does everybody want to kill me?”

  The man laughed again. “Your words are totally correct. There are thirteen people in this room. At least seven are here to kill you. They want to make their move after you are drunk.”

  Fu Hongxue said, “Want to wait until I am drunk? How can I get drunk? I can drink for another three days and three nights without getting drunk.”

  The man smiled. “Since there’s no point in waiting for another three days and three nights, it seems they are about to make their move right now.”

  Just at this moment, with a clanging sound, a pot of wine fell to the floor an
d smashed to smithereens. A man who was originally holding a wine-cup, now held in his hands a ‘mountain-splitting cleaver’, with a thick spine and a narrow blade. When he charged towards Fu Hongxue, a white, silk-tasseled spear, a ‘goose plume’ sabre, a bamboo-linked whip, and a ‘funeral door’ sabre all rushed out as well.

  The young man wielding a sword growled out in a low roar, “Gang members are taking vengeance. Friends from the martial world, don’t interfere!”

  Just as he finished these words, he froze with shock. His four friends froze as well. The five of them stood there like stone statues, because the weapons in their hands had…disappeared? Their five weapons were all now in the hands of the person sitting in front of Fu Hongxue.

  When they started to move, he had moved as well. With his left hand, he had clapped their shoulders. With his right, he wrested away their weapons. The five of them only felt their vision go blurry, only saw a flicker of a shadow, and the weapons in their hands had disappeared.

  The man had already returned to his original seat, gently placing the five weapons on his table. Then, smiling, he said, “I’m not a friend from the martial world, so I can interfere.”

  The young swordsman angrily said, “Who are you?”

  The man said, “I never tell my name to dead people.”

  The young man said, “Who are the dead people?”

  The man said, “You!”

  At first, they had been standing there, perfectly fine. But as soon as the man said that word, their five faces turned ghastly pale, feeling as though all of their blood and flesh had suddenly dried. Five vigorous, strong men had suddenly turned withered and thin. Suddenly, they all collapsed.

  But Fu Hongxue didn’t seem to have seen anything at all.

  The man let out a sigh. “I killed these people on your behalf. Even if you aren’t grateful towards me, you should at least offer me a few words of praise.”

  Fu Hongxue said, “Praise you for what?”

  The man said, “Can’t you tell what type of martial arts I used?”

  Fu Hongxue said, “I can’t tell.”

  The man said, “This was one of the sole two types of martial arts from the ‘Sorrowful Book of Yin and Yang and of Heaven and Hell Mingling’ which still remain in the world.”