A bamboo forest can be seen as far as the eye can see. The sun rises in the east, the fog fades a little, and the bamboo leaves are dazzling green, with a halo.
The sky is clear, and the sunny summer day after the rain carries the smell of hot flashes and earth. Today is supposed to be a bright day.
Swish swish...
There is another layer of footprints.
The white-faced fox leaned sideways on the green bamboo, holding the hilt of the sword in her right hand. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time. This road was too long and too lonely. She hated loneliness the most, but she chose to coexist with loneliness.
She was leaning next to the bamboo, not holding her breath. She had enough power to kill the person in front of her.
The old man took out the rusty machete, bang! Bamboo fell straight to the ground, his rickety body now standing upright.
The old man was as thin as a piece of yellow paper. Another cut, and the bamboo was cut into seven or eight sections. He tied up the bamboos and carried them on his back. The bamboos, which were higher than a person's head, seemed weightless.
The old man turned his head, his face turned yellow and black, and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be carved by a knife. It looked like a long-term toil.
"If you don't take action, I will leave."
The white-faced fox whispered: "I'm waiting for you."
The old man's cloudy eyes seemed to be unable to see or hear, so he picked up the bamboo pile and left.
"Stop and pick up your sword."
She stepped forward, furious.
The old man stopped and sighed deeply, "I have withdrawn from the world, and all the grievances have nothing to do with me."
"Oh?" The white-faced fox wanted to say something, but now she could only laugh. Her smile was ugly, like a smile that came from the Dantian without a trace of curvature at the corners of her mouth.
One step, two steps. A murderous intent permeated the air.
"Master Yu, there is a blood feud that must be avenged. I will kill you even if you withdraw from the world."
The old man's cloudy eyeballs exploded instantly, and his eyes were clear and bright. He threw away the pile of bamboo with one hand and pulled out a dagger from his abdomen.
"The first time I held a sword when I was young, I knew that the sword belonged to the person." The old man held the sword hilt with murderous intent. "I have killed countless people in my life. I really can't remember who your descendant is, and I don't know how many tricks you can take on from me."
"One move is enough! Three moves will take your life."
She had waited too long for this day.
"Look at the sword!"
The old man jumped up, not looking decrepit, and pointed his dagger directly at the white-faced fox's brow.
"Ahhh...", The old man covered his eyes with his hands.
"You are so bright with your moves, but it's a pity that you are confused."
The old man stabilized his body, fell on the ground, and said urgently: "Who are you?"
"People in the world call them white-faced foxes."
Intention: self