Movie martial arts

Chapter 382
Under the quiet and eerie night sky.

Suddenly, a person said coldly: "Draw out your sword!", the voice was hoarse and strange, a figure in black came over from the faint water mist by the lake, it was the "Central Plains Little Red".

Chu Liuxiang was moved and said, "Why are you here?"

A little red said: "I followed all the way, until now I found you again, you can never let me down."

Chu Liuxiang rolled her eyes, touched her nose, and said, "Brother Han! It's time for you to perform!"

Han Wen shook his head and said: "I'm not interested in him now! He has already been defeated by me once, and his sharpness has been frustrated. Although he has comprehended something else, it is not enough to fight me to the death! So...he I'm here to look for you! Let's see if Chu Liuxiang's reputation is just for nothing!"

Chu Liuxiang was stunned, not knowing what to say.

The little red bull got angry again, and said, "It's you I'm looking for! It's not him!"

Han Wen shook his head and asked for a long while, "Why did you follow me?"

Yidianhong said coldly: "Just to stab my sword into your throat."

Han Wen sneered and said, "You want to kill me? You know you don't have that ability now!"

A little red said: "Or be killed by you."

Han Wen shook his head and smiled: "Actually...it's like a green fruit in summer. It's not ripe yet, a little sour, and it's not good to eat. I don't want to eat it either. I just want to wait for you to ripen! I don't want to kill you! I don't want to kill you! Kill you! You go!"

Yidianhong said: "If you don't want to kill me, I will kill you."

"Don't pester me anymore!" Han Wen said, "Didn't you just say that, no..."

Yidianhong cut off coldly: "I just don't want to kill you for others, I kill you only for myself."

Han Wen shook his head like a rattle and said, "I'm not interested! I don't want to do anything now!"

Dian Hong scolded: "You have to do it even if you don't want to!"
Amidst the roar, Jian Guang stabbed like a horse, Han Wen held his hands behind his back, but he didn't move, Jian Guang suddenly stopped half an inch in front of his throat.

The sword light had turned his features pale blue, and his Adam's apple was trembling due to the stimulation of the cold sword energy, but his expression remained unchanged.

His nerves were like cast iron.

A little red pushed the sword forward half a minute, the tip of the sword did not move in the wind, and his wrist seemed to be composed of iron.He murmured, "You think I dare not kill you?"

The point of the sword was only two points away from Han Wen's throat, but Han Wen remained calm and said with a faint smile: "Of course it's not that you don't dare, it's just that you don't want to."

Yidianhong sneered and said, "I want to kill you wholeheartedly, how could I not want to?"

Han Wen smiled and said, "What fun can you get by killing me like this?"

The tip of the sword trembled suddenly.

The wrist that was as calm as a red rock was shaken, and he hissed: "Are you really so confident?"

Suddenly a sword stabbed out.

From head to toe, Han Wen never moved a single bit. Although the sharp edge of the sword just passed close to his neck, this sword might also pierce his throat.

Although his blushing face was still as cold as ice, his muscles were trembling. Finally, his face twisted strangely, and he said, "You...you really don't want to fight with me?", he said The voice trembled.

Han Wen sighed and said, "I'm really sorry! You... are still a little weak!"

Dian Hong looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "Okay!", the laughter was shrill, he turned his long sword back and stabbed at his own throat.

This time, Han Wen was really taken aback, cursing inwardly, you have such a bad temper!Wouldn't he just hold back for a while and come to find himself after he becomes stronger?Cleaving his hands to snatch his long sword, a little red wrist flickered, the tip of the sword was never within an inch of his own throat.

Han Wen also started his martial arts with bare hands and swords, focusing on snatching.

Under the starlight, I saw the sword light flickering, and the figures rising and falling, the two of them had already started fighting, but the purpose of the two people's fighting was not to hurt people, but to save them.The other person to kill is not an opponent, but himself.

This kind of action is really unprecedented and unprecedented.

Dozens of moves in an instant, suddenly heard the sound of "Zheng", there was a zither sound on the lake, the sound of the zither ding dong, the rhythm is natural, but it seems to contain an indescribable hatred, just like The country is ruined and the family is destroyed, full of grief and indignation, and it seems to be bullied and insulted, and the resentment is hard to dispel.

When the sound of the zither sounded, the heaven and the earth seemed to be filled with a sense of desolation and death. The stars and the moon in the sky were all dimmed, and the scenery of the famous lake was also eclipsed by it.

It doesn’t matter if it’s Korean, but the martial arts are on display there!He has deep inner strength, and the inner strength he cultivates also focuses on the state of mind, so he doesn't feel anything after listening to it.

That little bit of red is a miserable life experience, and he is down and out. His heart is already extreme, and he is full of depression and injustice. Otherwise, how could he take killing as a career and take pleasure in killing?At this moment when the sound of the zither came to his ears, he could only feel the blood rushing, but he couldn't help himself, suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed, and stabbed Han Wen with a backhand sword.

This sword is fast and fierce, under the starlight, only a little red is seen, eyes are red, and it seems to be crazy, Han Wen frowned slightly, his body dodged the sword like a snake, and when a little red stabbed out with the second sword, unexpectedly How much faster.

Now he is facing a man who has lost his mind, so the situation is naturally quite different, even Chu Liuxiang's expression changed, and he was about to rescue him, but Han Wen was hiding and waving his hand to signal him not to come.

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and so did the red sword light. It seemed that he was completely controlled by the sound of the piano, and he could no longer be independent.Han Wen's eyebrows are also getting tighter and tighter. He is not afraid that a little red will hurt him, but he knows that if this goes on, a little red will hurt himself.

The rapid sword light has woven a light curtain in front of Han Wen, and no one in the world can stop this crazy sword light. Han Wen's tongue burst into spring thunder, and he shouted: "Idiot! Still not waking up!"

With his profound skill, even Chu Liuxiang was shaken three times when he drank it unexpectedly, let alone a little red?
While he was in a daze, Han Wen had already tapped him several times, kicked him into the water, and then grabbed his feet again. When he started to struggle, he knew He recovered and lifted him up.

"Your swordsmanship has no love, no love!" Han Wen patted him on the shoulder and said, "You! Find a friend or something, and experience what love is and what love is! Your swordsmanship must It will be great!"

A little red light twisted his face, and for a long time, he shouted angrily: "I don't need your preaching!" Before he finished speaking, he jumped into the water and disappeared.

"This man has the temper of a donkey! I think... we should go and see who is playing the piano!" Chu Liuxiang murmured.

"Well! Actually, I..." Han Wen blinked, a little cunningly.

Chu Liuxiang was taken aback, and said, "What are you?"

"I want to see what Chu Liuxiang looks like after falling into the water!" Han Wen had a big smile on his face, and in Chu Liuxiang's horror, he gently pushed him, caught off guard, even Xiangshuai hid Don't go there!
Seeing that her body was half wet, Chu Liuxiang shook her head and sighed, "Okay! Since you're all wet, let's swim over!"

In the misty mist, there is actually a lone boat floating in the lake.

Sitting cross-legged on the lone boat was a young monk in a moon-white robe, playing the piano.Under the reflection of the stars and the moon, his eyes are like bright stars, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his face is as bright as a young girl's, but his gentle expression and chic demeanor are unmatched by any woman in the world.

His whole body looked spotless, and he seemed to be hanging down from the clouds above the nine heavens. Even if Tang Monk was reborn and Xuanzang was resurrected, I'm afraid it would be nothing more than that.

Chu Liuxiang glanced twice, frowned at Han Wen skimming across the water, and said with a wry smile: "So it's him, I should have thought of it a long time ago, besides him, who else in the world can make such a piano sound... Playing the piano is elegant, but it hurts us."

He dived to the side of the boat, and then he came out and said: "Master, is there anything that can't be overcome?"

With a sound of ding dong, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. Although the monk was also taken aback, his expression was still calm. He glanced at him coldly and smiled, "Brother Chu, every time he sees the poor monk, does he always get wet?" Is it? Eh... this is it?"

This young monk is none other than Wuhua, the famous "Wonderful Monk" all over the world. When he was boating on the sea that day, he was startled by Chu Liuxiang coming out of the water.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "This is my friend of course! You can call him Mr. Han! Has Master ever met two people?"

"Oh? So it's your friend! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Wu Hua greeted Han Wen and said, "I don't know who those two are?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "The first one is the 'kill without bloodshed, a little red under the sword'."

Wu Hua frowned slightly, and suddenly sank the lyre in front of her into the water.

Chu Liuxiang wondered: "This piano is always more precious than my mask, why did you throw it into the lake?"

Wuhua said: "You mention that person's name here, this piano is already stained with blood, and it can no longer make ethereal sounds." After speaking, he washed his hands in the lake water, and took out a piece as white as snow. A silk scarf to dry off the water droplets.

Chu Liuxiang said: "Do you think this lake is clean? Maybe there is..."

Wu Hua hurriedly interrupted his words, saying: "People can dirty water, but water is not dirty to people, it flows to and fro, its quality is dust-free."

Chu Liuxiang sighed, and said, "No wonder you want to be a monk. If a person like you doesn't become a monk, he might not be able to survive even a day in the mundane world."

Wuhua smiled lightly and said, "What about the second one?"

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly and said, "Although this second person has recognized me, I have not recognized him. I only know that he has extraordinary lightness skills, hidden weapons are vicious, and he has also learned ninjutsu."

Wuhua moved slightly and said, "Ninjutsu?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "You have always been knowledgeable, but do you know that 'ninjutsu' has entered the Middle Earth?"

Wuhua pondered for a while, then slowly said: "Ninjutsu is top-notch, it was passed down from Iga, even on the main island of Dongying, it can be regarded as a very mysterious martial art, but in the eyes of the poor monk, your supernatural powers are not only similar to ninjutsu but also equally effective. , and more than that.”

Chu Liuxiang said: "You praise me so much, but you want me to deliberately lose a few games to you the next time I play chess?"

Wu Hua said solemnly: "The martial arts of Dongying was originally introduced from our country in the Tang Dynasty, but they have changed it a little. The most famous sects of Liusheng style and Yidao style in Dongying martial arts mostly pay attention to using static brakes and then attacking people. Isn't it similar to the mentality of our country's internal family, as for their sharpness and simplicity of swordsmanship, it also comes from the same source as the popular swordsmanship in the Tang Dynasty in our country, similar with minor differences."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said: "You are indeed knowledgeable, but that ninjutsu..."

Wuhua said: "Ninjutsu sounds abstruse, but it's actually just a mixture of light skills, hidden weapons, drugs, and disguises. It's just that their nature is the most imitative, and they have an inexplicable spirit of martyrdom. Not only can we appropriate the things that belong to our country, but we can also exaggerate them to the point of almost mythology.”

Chu Liuxiang said: "I just want to ask you, has the kind of martial arts that became 'ninjutsu' after their exaggerated changes have entered the Middle Earth? Has anyone learned it?"

Wuhua pondered: "It is said that 20 years ago, a ninja from 'Iga' came across the sea and lived in southern Fujian for three years. If anyone in the Middle Earth martial arts can master ninjutsu, it must be those three years. I learned it from him, and I think it must be a figure in the southern Fujian martial arts."

Chu Liuxiang frowned and said, "Minnan?...Could it be someone from two great martial arts families, Chen and Lin?"

Wu Hua frowned and said with a smile: "It's such a good night, but you and I are just talking about common things, aren't you afraid of disappointing Qingfengmingyue?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "I am an ordinary person, especially at this moment, apart from these ordinary things, I have no interest in other things."

He stood up suddenly, and laughed loudly: "If you want to talk about Zen or play chess, I will find you after I'm done, and I guarantee that you must be dry." Little splashes.

Wu Hua smiled and said, "The appointment of Zen and chess, don't forget it."

Chu Liuxiang showed her head on the water, and laughed loudly: "Anyone who can forget the promise of no flowers must be an idiot."

Wu Hua watched him slide away like a fish, and said with a slight smile, "Being able to get to know this man, no matter whether it's a friend or an enemy, can be regarded as a pleasure."

On the distant shore, Han Wen looked at Chu Liuxiang in the water, frowned and said, "Don't you think his appearance is too weird?"

"Huh?" Chu Liuxiang was a little surprised, and then smiled and said, "Why is it weird?"

Han Wen pondered for a while, then took out a book from his arms, which contained a large amount of information about Wuhua, and said: "First! I never believe that there are perfect people in this world! If there is, then , I believe, he must be pretending! Li Hongxiu wrote him like a god!"

Chu Liuxiang raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "And then?"

Han Wen said: "Then it's his martial arts! It's not pure Shaolin internal force! Do you understand what I mean?"

Suddenly remembering that Han Wen touched Wu Hua intentionally or unintentionally when he was on the boat, Chu Liuxiang nodded and said: "What happens next? Is this what you want to say?"

"Of course not! The reason why Yidianhong became so crazy and was controlled in a short period of time was because of that piano! The piano he played should be something like the magic sound of Tianqin, especially for people with a damaged state of mind. The more extreme a person is, the easier it is to be controlled by him..." Han Wen said.

Chu Liuxiang waved his hands again and again: "Wait! You are all guessing! What is the magic sound of Tianqin, I have never heard of this kind of martial arts!"

"You haven't heard of it, and that doesn't mean I don't know! This kind of martial arts is similar to the Buddhist lion's roar in Shaolin. The most important thing is, why did he still leave the piano in the lake? Is it really just for the name Dian Hong?", Korean Looking at Chu Liuxiang, he said: "Just fish it out and you will understand!"

Chu Liuxiang's complexion fluctuated, and he sank into the water again for a long time. After a while, he came back with a livid complexion, because one of the strings of this piano was broken.

Han Wen pointed to the broken string and said: "He didn't expect that I would learn the method of the Buddhist lion's roar, and accidentally broke a string, otherwise why would his later piano sound be different from before?" What's more, his internal energy is seriously exhausted..."

"You don't have to say it!" Chu Liuxiang suddenly interrupted Han Wen's words. He still couldn't believe it. After a long time, he sighed: "This is just speculation, I still can't believe it! We have no evidence! Without conclusive evidence, we can't Jump to conclusions!"

"Forget it! Things will come to light, and it won't be too late for me to take his life at that time! Let's go back first!" Han Wen shook his head, with a sneer on his face, and walked towards the city first.

Chu Liuxiang followed Han Wen, thinking over and over again along the way, only to realize that the matter until now was still a mess with no clue.

He decided not to think about it for the time being, so that his mind could rest for a while.The human mind is a strange thing. If you don't use it for a long time, it will rust, but if you use it too much, it will become numb.

After entering the city, the morning light has already emerged, and there are already few pedestrians on the street.

Han Wen seemed to be walking aimlessly, Chu Liuxiang's clothes were all dry, and he hadn't found a suitable foothold yet. Chu Xiangshuai, who deeply felt that Han was unreliable, was about to speak, but seeing three turns and two turns, they unexpectedly Turning to the "Happy Hall", Song Gang's body was gone, and Shen Shangu and the disciples of the "Tianxing Gang" had also left.

A few black-clothed men were tidying up and cleaning. Seeing Han Wen and Chu Liuxiang, they all shouted, "The gaming tables are not open yet. Come back at night. What are you in a hurry for?"

Han Wen frowned and said, "Let's look for Leng Qiuhun!"

The big man said angrily: "What are you, you dare to call Mr. Leng's name directly."

Seeing Han Wen's unkind expression, Chu Liuxiang quickly said, "I'm nothing but Leng Qiuhun's brother."

Several big men took a look, put down the broom and bucket, and hurried in.

After a while, Leng Qiuhun came out Shi Shiran. Although his face looked sleep-deprived, his eyes were still burning with energy. He glanced up and down at Chu Liuxiang and said coldly: "Who is your Excellency? Leng I can't remember having a brother like your Excellency."

However, he saw the Korean language again, and the astonishment on his face flashed away.

Chu Liuxiang glanced around on purpose, lowered his voice, and said, "Next is Zhang Xiaolin. In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, he pretended to be like this on purpose."

Leng Qiu's soul suddenly dawned, no wonder!He laughed loudly and said, "It turned out to be the second brother Zhao, brother really deserves to die, for forgetting the appearance of the second brother."

Chu Liuxiang was secretly amused, and was pulled into an exquisite bedroom by him, a section of a woman's disheveled hair was exposed from the embroidered quilt, and a jasper hairpin had fallen on the pillow.

Leng Qiuhun hurriedly lifted the quilt, and said coldly: "It's over, why don't you leave?"

The woman shrieked and put on her clothes, and staggered out.

Only then did Leng Qiuhun sit down, looked at Chu Liuxiang, and said, "I don't think that brother's disguise technique is actually very subtle."

Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "Brother Leng, can you see that?"

Leng Qiuhun said: "After changing his appearance, he is naturally not as natural as before. If you look ugly, brother, it is not easy to see through, so... this is always a bit too eye-catching."

Han Wen secretly laughed so hard that he turned his face away and rolled his eyes.

Chu Liuxiang looked serious, but sighed in his mouth: "Hurry up and change your appearance in the dark night, although it doesn't look very similar, it's just a matter of time."

Leng Qiuhun glanced again, and said: "It's not bad at all, as long as the nose is lower and the eyes are smaller, that's all."

Chu Liuxiang held back a smile and said: "Yes, I will definitely correct it next time." He rolled his eyes and said, "Where is Aunt Shen Shan?"

Leng Qiuhun smiled slightly and said, "Let her go. Although the 'Sky Star Gang' has lost its talents, it can still be regarded as a famous gang. I don't want to have too deep a grudge with them."

Chu Liuxiang said: "It should be so, but I don't know if Xiongtai sent someone to inquire about the whereabouts of the warriors in Jinan City?"

Leng Qiuhun said: "I have asked people to search carefully. The 'five ghosts' are not in the city. Apart from that, although there is a famous person, he has nothing to do with our affairs."

"Oh?" Han Wen said casually, "Who is that? How is his skill?"

Leng Qiuhun said: "The man's attire is weird, his sword is narrow, he is still a figure in the Hainan Sword Sect, and his expression is still a master, presumably he is either Lingjiuzi or Tianyingzi."

Chu Liuxiang jumped up inexplicably in shock, glanced at Han Wen, but saw Han Wen was also looking at him, and asked anxiously, "Is it Tianyingzi? Where is he now?"

Leng Qiuhun wondered: "Brother, why are you so nervous?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "Don't ask first, tell me where he is now, or it will be too late."

Leng Qiuhun said: "He didn't place an order at the Taoist temple, but he settled in the Yingbin Building in the south of the city. Why is Xiongtai looking for him so urgently?"

Before he finished speaking, the Korean text had already disappeared, and Chu Liuxiang had already strode out, muttering: "I hope I don't go too late, I hope he won't be the third person who died for that letter." people."

The Yingbin building is very large, and there are many tourists, but Tian Yingzi is the only monk who lives alone in a small courtyard in Chaoyang.

It's just that people have gone out at this moment.

Chu Liuxiang inquired clearly, made two turns, and then got rid of the shop assistant who seemed to be staring at him. for fun.

Looking at the door in front of him, Han Wen was about to kick it, but Chu Liuxiang grabbed him: "What are you going to do?"

"Of course I went in to check the situation!" Han Wen looked at Chu Liuxiang strangely.

Chu Liuxiang's face twitched for a long time, and he said, "Is it okay to be a little technical? A person like you can only be a robber!" As he spoke, he had already opened the lock on the door with a piece of copper wire, and moved towards the door. Hanwen shook his head.

Although Tian Yingzi was quite impressive, he didn't have much luggage. He only had a yellow baggage, which contained a change of underwear, two socks, and a scroll of yellow silk scriptures.

This volume of scriptures is in the underwear and tied with a silk thread, obviously Tian Yingzi regards it as very precious.

Chu Liuxiang said: "Is that mysterious letter hidden in this scripture?"

"You'll know if you open it and have a look?" Han Wen looked around and answered casually.

At this time, both Han Wen and Chu Liuxiang knew in their hearts that the letter must have a lot to do with it, and it might be the key to unlocking the whole secret, otherwise those many people would never have died because of the letter.

Chu Liuxiang untied the silk thread, and sure enough, a letter fell from the scripture book.

"Haha! Come and take a look!" He pulled out the letter in ecstasy. There were two lines of beautiful handwriting on the pink letter paper, which seemed to be written by a woman.

What was written in the letter was: Return the jewel of the king, thank you for the ruler.I present you with a sword of wisdom, hoping that you will cut off lovesickness.

The letter paper has deep creases. It seems that it has been looked at countless times, but it is still well preserved, which shows that the recipient cherishes it.

Although this letter is written in a tactful way, it is obviously that the recipient wants to cut off their love, so don't miss her. If you put it more bluntly, it would be: "I don't like you, and you don't want to be delusional about me anymore." .”

This letter was naturally addressed to Tian Yingzi, and the signature at the end of the letter only wrote "Lingsu", which presumably was the girl's boudoir name.

Han Wen was amazed and said: "It seems that today Yingzi had a sad incident before he became a monk. Maybe he became a monk because of this. He still carries this heartless letter with him. He is really a passionate seed. .”

Chu Liuxiang shook her head. She unintentionally pried into other people's privacy. She felt very sorry in her heart. She couldn't help but feel very disappointed when she didn't find the mysterious letter.The baggage returned to its original state, and no one could tell that it had been touched.

The two walked to the street, and Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but murmured: "Where will Tianyingzi go? He came all the way here, presumably to track down the whereabouts of his senior brother Lingjiuzi. Since he has arrived in Jinan, he is naturally indispensable. You have to ask the Cinnabar Sect..."

Where can I answer in Korean?However, he quickly came to his senses, looked at Chu Liuxiang, and said, "Happy Hall!"

With this in mind, the two of them exerted their strength, and they arrived at the Happy Hall like ghosts in the blink of an eye.

Leng Qiuhun actually stood outside the door, as if he had just finished seeing off the guests.Seeing Chu Liuxiang, he smiled and said, "You're still a step late."

Chu Liuxiang asked urgently: "Could it be that Tianyingzi came just now?"

Leng Qiuhun smiled and said: "Exactly, you went to look for him, but he came to look for me. What's strange is that someone from the Hainan Sword Sect has also disappeared. What's even more strange is that he didn't ask anyone else, but he came to find him. Me, Hainan is thousands of miles away from Jinan, and someone from the Hainan Sword Sect is missing, so how would the Cinnabar Sect know his whereabouts?"

Han Wen interjected: "Do you know where he is going after leaving here?"

Leng Qiuhun said: "Go back to the Yingbin Tower, I have made an agreement with him to pay homage in the afternoon."

Before he finished speaking, the two had disappeared.

This time they were quite familiar with the road, they went straight into the courtyard, the window of the room was raised, a skinny Taoist with a black hairpin and high bun was sitting by the window making tea.

He didn't know what was going on in his mind, there was no tea poured out of the pot at all, he didn't realize it, he was still pouring the tea pot in his hand.

Chu Liuxiang heaved a sigh of relief, and murmured: "We finally arrived in time. This time, no matter what, I will not let anyone kill him in front of me." Then he cupped his fists and shouted: "Is the one in the house Daoist Tianying?"

Tianyingzi thought he was in a daze, but he didn't even hear such a loud voice.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said: "This sentimental Taoist, is he thinking about Lingsu again?" He strode to the window, and said: "I came here just to make senior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly found that there was no tea in the pot, but he had already drained it, and the tea flowed all over the table and all over him.

Han Wen's thoughts flashed, and he stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder, but he fell straight down. After falling to the ground, his legs were still bent, maintaining a sitting posture.

Chu Liuxiang on the side was horrified, and jumped in. Tian Yingzi's limbs were cold, his breath was cut off, and his chest was covered with blood. He had been stabbed at the acupuncture points first, and then stabbed to death with a sword through his chest.

This famous swordsman who was all over Hainan was apparently killed unknowingly, his killer pierced his chest with a sword, and he didn't even shake the teapot in his hand.

What an amazing skill.
Chu Liuxiang couldn't help being astonished, and searched around, but couldn't find any strange traces. It was obvious that the man was not only extremely skilled in martial arts, but also had clean hands and feet that were rare in the world.

Chu Liuxiang looked at Tianyingzi's body and sighed sadly: "Although we didn't kill you, you died because of us, because if that person didn't know that we were coming to look for you, he might not have killed you. It's a pity that you Although you held the key to the secret during your lifetime, you yourself didn’t know it.”

So far, the only thing Zuo Youzheng, Ximen Qian, Lingjiuzi, and Jamuhe have in common is that the four of them must have received a letter before going out. It must have been done by the same person, this is the only clue Chu Liuxiang knows at this moment.

To uncover this secret, he must know: Who is the person who wrote the letter?

What exactly was written in that letter?
At noon, the sun shone brightly on the bluestone streets.

Chu Liuxiang was walking on the road, although she was smiling on her face, she was almost desperate in her heart.

Now, the letters received by Zuo Youzheng, Ximen Qian, and Lingjiuzi have all disappeared, and they have the closest relationship with them. Song Gang, Yang Song, and Tianyingzi, who may know the secret of their whereabouts, have been killed. Killed, the only thing left is that there may be clues to be found at Jamuhe.

But when Jamuka went out, did he leave the letter behind?

Even if he left the letter, who would he give it to?

Even if he knew who that person was, would he be able to find his trace in the boundless Gobi with thousands of miles of yellow sand?
Chu Liuxiang sighed, and simply walked to the restaurant facing the street, and had a full meal. After people's stomachs are filled with delicious food, they will feel much happier.After two dishes of exquisite side dishes and three cups of warm wine, the world has indeed become much more beautiful. Even a dead tree on the street seems to have come back to life.

"There are not many people who can do that! I saw that sword just now, and it is almost as red as the Central Plains. There is only a slight difference! The person who killed him must be a master!" Han Wen said leisurely.

Chu Liuxiang nodded and said, "And then? What do you want?"

"That sword is not a way to attack a little red, and I naturally have no chance with you... In other words, the two most powerful sword masters in Jinan City can be eliminated! We need to find someone!", Korean Slowly said: "This is a stupid way, just try!"

"If you want to talk about finding someone, it's naturally a specialty of the beggar gang, but... 噫噫! Isn't that the one who scolded you as a beast?" Chu Liuxiang stopped talking and motioned Han Wen to look over.

Han Wen looked out of the window, followed the direction Chu Liuxiang pointed out, and looked at the bustling crowd on the street. Suddenly, he saw a few big men with horses, hugging a young woman in purple shirt, coming from the side of the long street.

Naturally, Han Wen was not interested in these big men, but this young woman made his eyes light up—she was Shen Shangu.

She had a sullen face, frowning, looking like she wanted to trouble someone, but those big men were listless and dejected.The majestic and powerful "Tianxing Gang" in this area of ​​southern Anhui is now about to be kicked out of Jinan City. This is really a shameful thing.

Several people walked under the dead tree on the street, and seemed to discuss for a while, the big man rode his horse and headed east out of the city, but Shen Shangu walked west alone.

Han Wen thought for a while, and said, "Follow up and have a look!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Chu Liuxiang, he just followed up and hurriedly chased him out. Turning around the intersection, he saw the alluring body wrapped in light purple clothes.Although her body is plump, her waist is very thin. When she walks, her waist swings very special, with a charm that can make most men's hearts beat.

Han Wen followed far behind, appreciating with satisfaction, the moving posture of the charming girl always made him feel pleasing to the eye and very happy.

Chu Liuxiang paid for the drinks and followed her, saying helplessly: "Why are you following her? Peeping at her bathing!"

"You know what! Maybe we can get some surprises! Look at what she's doing!" Han Wen snorted coldly, seeming quite dissatisfied with Chu Liuxiang's wretchedness.

She kept asking people in the shops on both sides, as if she was asking for someone.The road she walked was getting narrower and dirtier, and she had reached the lowest corner of the city. Chu Liuxiang felt strange and couldn't figure out who she was looking for.

People like Shen Shangu, walking in this kind of place, naturally attracted more attention. Some rogues were already pointing and commenting.But she acted like no one else was there, and she didn't care. When others glanced at her, she also stared at them with those big eyes, and asked people for directions from time to time.

The people she asked seemed to have lived here for a long time, many of them.Everyone pointed and told her that the direction they pointed was a small hillside.There are also two rows of houses built on this hillside, but they are all made of wooden boards, crumbling here and there. It is obvious that they are already slums in Jinan City.

Chu Liuxiang didn't realize it was even more strange: "How can there be someone she is looking for in this kind of place?"

"Shut up! Listen!" Han Wen glared at him.

Chu Liuxiang was so depressed, and was about to quarrel with this person, when she vaguely heard Shen Shangu ask: "Sun Xuepu lives in it, is that Sun Xiucai who paints?"

The woman shook her head, expressing that she didn't know, but a half-old child beside her said: "Mom, she said that Sun Xiucai is old man Sun!"

The woman smiled and said, "Oh! If you want to find Old Man Sun, he lives in the seventh room above. The one with the Eight Diagrams curtain is hung at the door. It's very easy to find."

Who is this Sun Xiucai?Why did Shen Shangu want to find him?Could it be that the slums in Jinan City are some kind of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?
Han Wen and Chu Liuxiang sneaked around to the seventh room and looked in through a hole in a small window next to it;
In a dimly lit room, beside a dilapidated table, sat a hunched over, white-haired old man, with an indescribably lonely and desolate look on his face, as if he had no idea about life. Completely lost interest, he is sitting here now, just waiting for death to come.

Such an old man like a candle in the wind, could there be something that could arouse Shen Shangu's interest?

Shen Shangu lifted the curtain and walked in, looked around, frowned again, and said, "You are Sun Xuepu and Sun Xiucai?"

The white-haired old man didn't have any expression on his face, he said dumbly: "Yes, I am Sun Xuepu, I ask for two cents of money, and give orders for one cent."

Shen Shangu frowned even tighter, and said, "I'm looking for the painter Sun Xiucai, not a fortune teller."

Sun Xuepu said calmly: "I am painter Sun Xiucai, but I changed my career 20 years ago. If a girl wants a portrait, I'm afraid it's 20 years too late."

Aunt Shen Shan finally let go of her frowning, and said, "It doesn't matter if you change your career or not, as long as you are really Sun Xuepu who was doing portraits for people 20 years ago, I'm looking for you."

As she spoke, she took out a roll of paintings from her long sleeves, spread them out on the table in front of Sun Xuepu, stared at Sun Xuepu, and said in a deep voice: "I ask you, did you draw this painting?" ? Who is the person in the painting?"

Chu Liuxiang stretched his neck, wanting to take a look at the painting, but the light in the room was too dark, and Shen Shangu's shadow covered the painting, so he couldn't see clearly.

He could only see Sun Xuepu's face, which was still empty, without any expression or emotion, like a portrait of an idiot drawn by the worst painter. The body has long since lost its soul.

He didn't glance at the painting at all, but just stared blankly ahead, and said word by word in his empty and monotonous voice: "I don't know who painted this painting, and I don't know who painted it. Who's up there."

Shen Shangu grabbed his skirt and said angrily: "How could you not know? This painting clearly has your signature."

Sun Xuepu said coldly: "Let go of your hand, are you the same as me, can't see that I'm blind?"

Shen Shangu seemed to have been slapped on the face suddenly, she let go of her hand immediately, and said in a low voice, "You...you can't see anything?"

Sun Xuepu said: "If there is still a glimmer of light in my eyes, how can I put down my paintbrush. Painting is my life, and I have lost my life long ago. What is sitting here now is just a living dead body."

Shen Shangu stood blankly for a long time, then slowly rolled up the painting, but halfway through, she suddenly let it go, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, and she said loudly: "Although you can't see the person in the painting, but You should also remember her, she is a beauty, do you remember that you once painted beauties?"

Sun Xuepu said: "Now, although I am a poor and old blind man, but 20 years ago... 20 years ago, I, Sun Xuepu, was a famous person."

His empty and dull face suddenly shone miraculously with a burst of light. This proud light seemed to revive his whole being.

He continued excitedly: "20 years ago, people compared me to Cao Buxing and Wu Daozi. In the whole world, which famous lady would not ask me to paint her portrait, and the beauties I have painted do not know. How many."

Shen Shangu hissed: "But this one is different... You must believe me, no matter how many beauties you have painted, you will never forget her, and no matter who has seen her face, they will never forget her again." forget."

Sun Xuepu was stunned, and suddenly said: "The painting you are talking about is two feet wide and three feet long. The person in the painting is wearing a blue dress with blue borders, and there is a black civet cat under his feet..."

For some unknown reason, his voice suddenly trembled.

Shen Shangu was overjoyed and said: "That's right, it's this painting, I know you will remember it, of course you will also remember who is the beauty in the painting?"

Now, Sun Xuepu's whole body was trembling, his empty face seemed to be terrified at the moment, and he hissed: "You are asking her...you are asking her...I... ...I don't remember who she is, I don't know her at all ... I haven't met her at all."

He supported the table with trembling hands, and when the table made a rattling sound, he staggered to his feet, and staggered to rush out the door.

Aunt Shen Shan pulled him back, pushed him back on the chair, and said sharply: "You have seen her before, haven't you? You also remember her, don't you?"

Sun Xuepu said in a trembling voice: "Girl, please, let me go, I... I'm just a poor, blind, useless old man, waiting here to die quietly, why do you still have to force me?"

Shen Shangu pulled out the dagger in a "choke", pressed it against his throat, and said sharply: "If you don't say anything, I will kill you!"

Sun Xuepu kept trembling, and finally said loudly: "Okay, let me say, she...she is not a person, but a witch."

Seeing this, Chu Liuxiang couldn't help being filled with curiosity, and couldn't help but glance at Han Wen, but Han Wen looked thoughtful and remained motionless.

Who is the woman in the painting?What does it have to do with Shen Shangu?She came here to inquire about her senior brother Zuo Youzheng, but why did she take the trouble to find the old painter and ask about the origin of the woman in the painting?Could it be that this woman also has some kind of secret relationship with Zuo Youzheng's disappearance?
And after 20 years of painting this woman, the old painter did not dare to tell her background. Why is he so afraid of her?Is she really a witch?
Shen Shangu sneered and said, "Witch? Such a beautiful woman, how could she be a witch?"

Sun Xuepu said: "Yes, she is indeed beautiful. Although I have seen many beauties in my life, there is no one who can match her. The beauty of others can dazzle you most, but her beauty can make you feel ashamed." You are so mad that you would sacrifice everything, even your life, just to get her to smile at you."

Although he was describing her beauty, his voice was full of fear, as if he had actually seen many men die trying to make her smile.

Chu Liuxiang sighed secretly: "If it is too beautiful, sometimes it will become scary, but why can't I always meet a woman who is so beautiful that I can be scared?"

Sun Xuepu continued: "When I saw her, I couldn't help but be amazed by her beauty. At that time, I was not as old and ugly as I am now, and I could be said to be a handsome man. There were also many women who stood up for me. Acacia, I have never even looked at her, but she... in front of her, I suddenly became her slave, wishing to take out everything I have and dedicate it all to her feet."

Shen Shangu raised her eyebrows and said, "Is there really such a beautiful woman in the world?"

Sun Xuepu sighed: "People who have never seen her find it hard to believe. I am confident that I can paint this painting well, but how can I paint her intoxicating look and conversation... I simply cannot paint her beauty." Just in case.”

Aunt Shen Shan said: "She came to you just to ask for a portrait?"

Sun Xuepu said: "Yes, after she met me, she asked me to draw four portraits of her. I spent three months of hard work, exhausted all my wisdom and painstaking efforts, and finally completed it."

(End of this chapter)