Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 10: Night Talk of Three
At night, the moon shone brightly, its silver light blanketing the earth. A lone figure stood alone beneath the moon, its long sword twirling in its hand, its blade reflecting a cold light, as if frost and snow had frozen upon it.

In the courtyard, the love killer was dancing with the long knife in his hand, and the sound of it breaking through the wind was whistling, which looked very funny.

He had been practicing with his sword since the sun had set in the west, the last rays of light still lingering in the sky, and he continued to practice until the night had deepened and the sky was filled with stars. Sweat had already soaked his clothes, which clung to his body. His hands and feet were weak, as if he would collapse at any moment, but the sword in his hand showed no sign of stopping.

A pawnshop's capabilities far exceeded Qingsha's expectations. Qingsha, having pawned everything on his sword, faced the "Wang Xing Ling Zhan Fa" sword manual, which he had reviewed and practiced countless times. He practiced each move step by step, but his understanding of the sword was like a thin mist, elusive and difficult to retain. Every time he swung the sword, the path was chaotic, disorganized, and ugly. The Qingsha sword, which had been with him for many years, now reflected half of his face. Qingsha looked at himself in the blade, filled with self-deprecation, feeling that he was a ridiculous joke.

"Restoring the appearance of a love rival is truly ridiculous." The words of the drummer echoed in his ears at this moment, and each sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart.

"Miss Qin, be careful." A sudden cry broke the silence of the night and disturbed his thoughts of passion and murder. He looked up and saw Feng Ma supporting Qin Juexian and slowly walking into the courtyard.

"Madam Feng, goddess." When Qingsha saw the two of them, his mind relaxed instantly. The Mercy Slash that he held tightly in his hand suddenly seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could no longer hold it.

"Master, Master, be careful." Seeing this, Madam Feng, without caring about the broken strings of her zither, hurried forward and supported Qingsha. Her face, weathered by the vicissitudes of life, was full of kindness, and her eyes were filled with concern. "You have practiced for most of the day today, please take a break, Master."

"Madam Feng..."

Due to excessive training, Qingsha's hands trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the old man who raised him, he felt an endless sense of guilt.

Back then, it was his single-minded desire to learn martial arts and swordplay that prompted Madam Feng to let go of her obsession and take out the "Forgetful Slashing Technique" to help him embark on the path of martial arts. But now, not only has he failed to improve his swordplay, he has also dragged this incredibly kind old woman into the treacherous waters of the martial arts world.

Killing for love, you are so unfilial...

"Master, don't cry, don't cry. Wait a while, and once your injuries are healed, we can continue training." Aunt Feng raised her hand and gently wiped the tears from Qingsha's eyes. Though the old woman wasn't skilled in martial arts, she could see that Qingsha's swordplay was now far more laborious than before. But in her heart, no matter how skilled Qingsha might be with his sword, he would always be her Master, the child she had painstakingly raised.

"Okay, okay." Qingsha responded in a low voice. It was difficult for him to speak at this time, so he could only respond repeatedly.

Qin Juexian, who was standing by, looked at the touching scene of this couple who looked like a mother and son. He felt both moved and worried. His sorrow grew wildly in his heart like wild weeds in spring.

After some consolation, and under the persuasion of Qingsha and Qin Juexian, Feng Ma returned to her room to rest.

Outside the house, the moonlight flows quietly like water, stretching the shadows of the love murder and the broken strings of the zither into long ones, like traces of time, telling endless stories.

Qin Juexian's skin, illuminated by the moonlight, looked even paler, like the lingering snow of winter, fragile yet poignant. She looked at Qingsha and asked softly, "You still don't want to talk about it? You and the existence of that pawnshop he mentioned?"

"Sorry, goddess." Qingsha shook his head heavily. He had almost never refused Qin Juexian's request in his life, but regarding the pawnshop, his attitude was extremely firm. He would never reveal its existence to anyone.

He knew what Qin Juexian would do if he knew what he had done.

Upon hearing this, the worry in Qin Juexian's eyes became more intense, like ink that could not be dissolved.

"What exactly did you do? Where did the ancient bell that restored his appearance come from?" Qin Juexian asked again, his tone full of concern and confusion.

"I'm sorry..." Qingsha lowered his head and took a few steps back unconsciously in the face of Qin Juexian's questioning. "Goddess, I have never hidden anything from you, but please let Qingsha handle this matter alone. Please trust me, Qingsha will definitely resolve this matter properly."

"But you..."

"I'm sorry." "You shouldn't say sorry to me." Qin Juexian looked at Qingsha who kept retreating and apologizing, and shook his head gently, "Qin Juexian should apologize to you for what he did."

"No." Qingsha heard this and looked up and said, "This is all the fault of the drummer. It has nothing to do with you, the goddess. You are not at fault at all."

Qin Juexian said no more words, but in the moonlight, Qingsha vaguely saw that there were little sparks of light in her eyes, like stars in the night sky, about to fall.

If the drummer died, the goddess would be sad...

Without any warning, this thought flashed through Qingsha's mind.

He had been with Qin Juexian for many years and knew that her feelings for He Changling were no less than his own. Putting himself in her shoes, he could not bear the sight of Qin Juexian's death. So, if he really killed the drummer, what would Qin Juexian do?
Would she blame him? No, with Qin Juexian's kindness, she would definitely not blame him, but she was afraid that she would...

Suicide for love...

The heart ached as if he had seen the tragic scene.

Looking at Qin Juexian, Qingsha was filled with fear. He was willing to go through fire and water for Qin Juexian and do anything, but he could not bear to watch her die.

So, what should I do?

At this moment, the two, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, were completely oblivious to what was happening behind them. Behind the tightly closed door, the sleepless Feng Ma carefully returned to her bed, the word "pawnshop" haunting her mind like a ghost, unable to be shaken off...

……

……

"Birth, old age, sickness, and death, the separation of loved ones, the reunion of those we hate, the inability to obtain what we desire, the inability to let go, the name of suffering is well deserved."

In a pawnshop, lanterns beneath the eaves once again lit up with a faint blue glow, flickering like will-o'-the-wisp, swaying gracefully in the darkness. Li Xuanxiao, clad in a black robe, half hidden in the pitch-black shadows, seemed like the enigmatic ruler of the night, elusive and unpredictable.

"It's just a little unexpected, dear guest, that you come to visit the pawnshop again even earlier than I thought." The voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, floating leisurely in the pawnshop.

At the entrance, the pawnshop door slowly opened, making a creaking sound, like the sigh of time.

The footsteps of passion murder are heavier than the last. Every step seems to carry a heavy weight, stepping on this unknown road of destiny.

He didn't know how he came here again, but deep down, he felt grateful.

Fortunately he was still able to come here.

Looking at the pawnshop owner in the depths of the lobby who seemed mysterious and unpredictable, Qingsha frowned slightly with a serious expression.

"If you don't want me to come, I can't come here, right?" Qingsha spoke in a low voice, which echoed in the empty pawnshop lobby for a long time.

(End of this chapter)