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事实这证明，造谣出来的事，一传十，十传百。
人言可畏，三人成虎，曾子杀人、、、、
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终于见识到了。
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一对队队的兵甲，排着长方形的队伍，执着长矛，眼观六路，耳听八方的走着。
面对外逃的人，毫不加阻拦，相反，对入城的人却严加审查。
情况对他们来说，很乐观。大部分的人，都在向外涌，城南的边界，拉起了栅栏。在栅栏的另一侧，是高高的城墙。十丈有余，鸟儿飞过来都觉得困难。
我逆流而上。这推推搡搡的人群，争先恐后的，大包小包的，推着车子，或是赶着马儿，把我一次又一次的挤了回来。
就像是向上游奋力游动的小鱼，拼尽了全力，却始终没有前进一步。甚至还后退了。
我的生活原来就是这样的。
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胳膊在酒精的作用下，已经由疼变得麻木了。游荡着，这可有可无的累赘。背上还拖着传说中的九斤半。
这剑用布裹了一层又一层，还是能看出有剑的摸样。
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守卫的兵似乎是在往外驱赶人群。
“快走！！！！快走！！！再不走就都感染上瘟疫！！！”
怎么听，这话都好像是在威胁。
栅栏外围的地面都涂满了石灰，在阳光的分解下，更有些灼热。
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临近中午，这出城门的人稍减，偶尔还会漏出空隙。
这阳光快把我晒成干柴了，酒葫芦里的酒也早就一干二净。
我兜着一个空隙，赶紧快步上前，要在这极短的时间里通过这城门。
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“站住！”
一个刚刚还在打瞌睡的士兵，突然竖起眉毛，眼睛睁的老大。
对面迎着走来一个五大三粗，满脸横肉的长官摸样的人。
“你的背上那个，是什么东西？”
我耸了耸肩，解开前面系上的扣子，肩膀一挺，左手揽住了这包裹的严严实实的剑，递给他。
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既然没有反抗能力，倒不如索性学会顺从，或者，学会听话。
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师父给我的一身武功都不在了，剑，要来还有何用？
这剑在我手里，从未沾过一个人的血，甚至它很少走出过这鞘子，作为一把剑，确实委屈它了、、、
作为人，老天爷委屈我了、、、
这个凶神恶煞的汉子，并没伸手接剑。
却补了一句。
“是什么东西？”
“剑。”
汉子一惊，
“来人！快！给我拿下！、、、”
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这四面瞬时而来的兵将，像密布的疾驰的箭，直奔我这个靶心。
本能是跑，或是杀，而此刻，却呆住了。
脑子里一无所有，耳朵里是一阵很长很长细的如拉丝的声音。
眼前好像是飞过了几根青色的羽毛。
几个飞跑的士兵，头栽向了后面，那样扬起头后翻的样子，突然觉得很亲切。那不就是儿时翻的不亦乐乎的跟头么？
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只是，他们翻过去了，再也没爬起来。
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一哄而来的箭好像都偏离了靶心，一个个擦着我的肩膀向后飞去、、、
剑伫立在空中，像是等待被人抛弃的姑娘。
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我等待着这样的场景，一群人毫不客气的将我压在身下。然后拿出五花绳子，把我结结实实的绑起。连推带搡的关进大牢、、、
又让我失望了、、、
直到有人把我拖走、、、
不是兵甲，是他、、、
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“你白天一定是喝多了，或者，被太阳晒坏脑子了。”
眼前的这片树林，除了草最多，其次是树，然后便是这硕大的蚊子、、、
所有的东西都怕一样东西。
------------火。
有的，见了远远的躲着，有的，却要钻进去、、、
“夜里不知名的野兽多的去了，笼个火就可以睡个安稳觉了、、”
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火苗从架空的干木棍下一窜一窜的，然后把木头整根吞没。
额头上又渗出了汗。
他为什么要跟着我？
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脑袋已经是一团浆糊，所有的事都黏在一起，越想，越糊涂。
老乞丐选了个干燥一点的草浅的地方，侧身便躺下了。
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“是你救了我？”
我盯着这烧的正旺的火，感慨：这要是一盆冷水该多好啊，一头扎下去，就什么都明白了。
“不是。”
他好像在说梦话，漫不经心，却让人感到独特的真实。
“你为什么要救我？”
等待着回答，却没了声音。
继而，是滚雷般的呼噜。
远处隐隐约约有几双绿油油的眼睛，黑色的夜晚，更多了恐惧。
近处的树，也像个怪物、、、
无所谓了、、、
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我也侧身躺下，背对着这个老家伙。
“不是我救的你、、、、”
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声音从身后传来，是梦话，却是真的。
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感觉到有东西走近了却不敢行动，围着火堆徘徊着，然后失望的离去、、、
本想借着独孤门圣的酒昏睡过去，可这该死的蚊子，总在你即将昏死过去的一刹那，落临在你的耳旁，挑衅的大声叫喊。仿佛它抓住了你睡眠的临界点，不是为了从你的身上得到什么，只是折磨着你。
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旁边的他鼾声却越来越大、、、
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阳光打落树上的灰尘，懒洋洋的把尾巴抚在我的额头。
睁开眼睛，脑袋如针扎一般。
夜晚，树林的湿气太重了，尤其是在这南方。
果然，夜里，蚊子没有善待我，能露到肉的地方，都渐渐的突起了。
火还在燃着，虽然小了，但噼里啪啦的，给人旺盛的错觉。
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一股焦了的味道，缓缓的流进了鼻子。
是什么？
我挣扎了半天，咬着牙坐起，靠在旁边的大树上。
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火堆上方，横穿着一只野鸡。垂下的脑袋已经成了黑色。
环顾四周，独孤门圣不见了！
“他走了？”
我心里一惊。
缓缓的爬到火堆旁，想把鸡翻个身，免得美味变成一团黑炭。
不料，这鸡随着棍子转了一个圈，又是头朝下，一连几次。
我实在是没力气了、、、
焦糊的味道越来越大，我一把抽出旁边的剑，只是轻轻一扫，一股青烟划了个弧，鸡头远远的飞离了火堆。
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“好剑！”
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模糊的日光掩映下，丛林近处，走出一个人。
依旧是那破草鞋，那半截裤腿，那个摇着酒葫芦的乞丐。
“我打了斤半好酒，今天就着这鸡，先吃个饱再说。”
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瞥了他一眼，想问些什么，头又剧烈的痛起来。
这从未开过荤的剑，没想到第一个竟然用来切了鸡头、、、
世间最难以言明的事，便是明明期待的最神圣的，到最后都以极其难以接受的方式完结。
“我欠你两条命了、、、”
我从不会亏欠别人，除了人命。
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“说过了，不是我救的你。”
他不耐烦了。
“你欠我一直胳膊，或者，一身功夫。”
我从不亏欠别人，也绝不会让人亏欠我。
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“你儿子的命，先记着，待我找到圆圆，自然由你处置，你不必整日跟着我，我会去找你的。”
我心里始终放不下的，还是圆圆。
他愣了，沉默半天。
“来，先喝酒。”
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自从失去了圆圆，每天和我相伴的就只有酒了。
今天不错，还有只烤鸡。
尴尬的沉默绝不是喝酒的气氛。叫花子把酒倒到我葫芦里一半的时候，眼神透露出极其的可怜和不忍心。
“你的剑是哪里弄到的？真不错。”
他打开了话题，在这个节骨眼，我没必要去算计仇恨。
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“我师父，他仙逝好多年了。”
自从下山，还从未到师父的灵前祭拜过。上次生死未卜，在武当住了几天，想去祭拜，又觉得对不起师父。没想到，那以后，就再也没有了机会。师父说过的话，到现在，才知道是对的。
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“这长沙城根本没闹瘟疫，全是谣传！！！！”
叫花子愤愤的说了一句，眼神恋恋不舍的离开了我收起来的剑。
我诧异的看了他一眼，顺手扯下个鸡腿，叼在嘴里，从叫花子手接过酒葫芦。
“我今早出去买酒，整个长沙城多了一倍的兵，大街上，到处都是巡逻的，还在驱赶着那些进城的人。”
“如果真的闹瘟疫，怎么没见到城南到处横尸遍野？怎么兵反而多了起来？难道他们不怕死？”
一口酒下去，肚子又暖和了。
张开嘴的时候明显感觉到嘴角的开裂，像是树皮渐渐挣开了纹子。
这鸡肉的味道不错，可是每咀嚼一下，两侧的太阳穴都向外凸起般的一股一股的作痛。
我也在怀疑这其中有什么不可告人的事。来这城南，不是单单的为了寻死。
“独孤前辈，可否告诉我昨天是谁救了我？”
反正是头痛，再香的肉吃起来都没什么欲望，我放下手中啃的差不多的鸡腿，眼睛盯住了他不放。
“这个，我不知道、、、、”
他尽力说的不遮遮掩掩，可是语气还是擦过了一丝难以琢磨的犹豫。
我盯着他仰起头，酒顺着油油的嘴边，咕咚咚的流进。他尴尬的不敢拿下倾斜的葫芦。一个劲的灌着、、、
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身后，突然，冒出一个熟悉的声音，久远的像是儿时卖包子大叔的吆喝。
“是我救的你！、、、、”
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