Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"A hermit?"

"Should..." Zhang Ming thought for a moment, then shook his head and replied, "Maybe."

Maybe Liang Shurong at that time hid here to avoid the disputes in the rivers and lakes, but he was indifferent by nature.

He never knew what he wanted from the beginning to the end.

Step through the palace gate and win the sword fairy.

In fact, it is still unclear why he went to Chang'an.

The enmity between Liang Shurong and the court is actually not that important in his heart. Over the years, he has also understood the sorrow of this world, and he has let go of many things.

What he is attached to is not life and death.

Just to seek a life without regrets.

Chapter 290: What is wrong is the black and white rivers and lakes

"Mr. Seven!"

At this moment, someone shouted from the middle of the mountain, but his voice was not heard.

"Someone is calling you." Zhang Ming reminded.

Xi Qi smiled and said, "It's my student."

After finishing speaking, Xi Qi took a step forward and said yes towards the halfway up the mountain: "Hey!"

After a while, there was another shout from the cottage halfway up the mountain: "Uncle Chu said to ask Mr. to bring the guests back!!"

Xiqi was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Okay!"

Outsiders are rarely allowed in the village, and he has only seen the village owner bring outsiders back to the village a few times over the years.

Xiqi turned to look at Zhang Ming, but he didn't know who this person was, could it be that he didn't know the village owner?

But along the way, it doesn't look like it.

Putting aside the doubts in her heart, Xiqi said, "The village master is here to invite you."

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "I don't know your village masters, but I just want to go and have a look.

"Let's go."

Zhang Ming carried Xiaoqi in his arms and walked down the mountain first.

Luoxi Mountain is not an ordinary place, Zhang Ming would not believe it if the village owner didn't know what happened to Luoxi Mountain back then, who dared to build a village on this mountain.

Xiaoqi was very good along the way, didn't make trouble or sleep, just raised his head and looked around, as if he was very curious about the mountain, so it was rare that he didn't sleep.

Once you pass through a high wall made of fence, you are considered to have entered the stockade.

This stockade is not big, but there are many people.

As soon as I entered the stockade, I saw many young and strong men carrying baskets on their backs, as if they had just returned from outside.

"Mr. Seven."

"Mr. Seven is back."

The young and middle-aged people in the village greeted Xiqi, and Xiqi also agreed with a smile.

"You have a high reputation in this village." Zhang Ming said.

Xi Qi smiled and said, "These dolls who couldn't read big characters many years ago were all taught by me. At that time, they were not like those dolls outside..."

Speaking of this, Xi Qizui couldn't stop, boasting about his deeds and the students he taught.

This is the only thing he can brag about in his life.

Nine times out of thirty, it can be called a garden full of peaches and plums.

Also a nice gentleman.

This is indeed something to brag about.

.........

After passing through several bamboo huts, Xiqi led Zhang Ming to the village master surnamed Chu.

Zhang Ming raised his head and looked at the village master sitting in the middle, slightly surprised.

This village owner is not tall and powerful, but has white hair and a stooped figure, which is very different from Zhang Ming's imagination.

"sit."

Chu Yu is in his forties this year, so he is not considered old, but his white hair is a bit ugly.

On the wall behind him hung swords, guns, swords, halberds, sticks and hooked blades, all of which were shining silver.

Zhang Ming sat down and took a look. It was hard to imagine that there were so many weapons in this small cottage. Although he was a robber, what did he need so many weapons for?

"Mr. Qi, you go first." Chu Yu said.

Xi Qi nodded and retreated, leaving only Chu Yu and Zhang Ming.

Chu Yu handed the tea to Zhang Ming, who took it with his hand and nodded his thanks.

"There's no need to be too polite." Chu Yu waved his hand.

Zhang Ming took a sip of his tea, put down his cup and asked, "I don't know why the village master invited me here? It seems that I don't know the village master."

Chu Yu said: "I heard from the second child that you know what happened in Luoxi Mountain back then? I thought it was an old friend, but now I see that you are still young. I think I must have misunderstood."

"Is that so?" Zhang Ming smiled slightly, and continued, "So, the village master of Chu participated in Luoxi Mountain?"

"Indeed." Chu Yu admitted without hesitation, and asked again: "It's just that I don't understand. Who did you know about Luoxi Mountain at your age? As far as I know, only the older generation people still remember."

Zhang Ming looked up at Chu Yu, and said indifferently, "Liang Shurong is my friend."

Chu Yu suddenly stopped, holding the teacup in his hand and looking at Zhang Ming.

The room fell silent, Zhang Ming looked at Chu Yu to see his next reaction.

I thought Chu Yu would be furious, but Chu Yu's reaction was very calm.

Chu Yu put down his teacup, raised his head and asked, "You are his friend, so is he still alive?"

"A few days ago, he went to the Demon Gate, and then went to Chang'an again." Zhang Ming said.

Chu Yu was stunned for a moment, as if he had suddenly let go of his strength, he stepped down from his tense mood, and sighed: "I'm dead..."

"Don't you know?" Zhang Ming asked suspiciously.

The incident in Chang'an was full of disturbances, and the whole Jianghu knew about it. Since Chu Yu had participated in the incident in Luoxi Mountain back then, could it be that he hadn't paid attention to it.

Chu Yu replied, "I'm just a village master."

All these years, he just stayed in the mountains and never had any contact with this Jianghu.

Zhang Ming asked directly: "So you let go?"

Chu Yu pondered for a moment, hesitated, and finally came up with a pertinent answer.

"maybe."

On that day, the entire Luoxi Mountain was covered with corpses.

The sound of magic is like a purgatory on earth, and the whole mountain seems to have become a tomb for the people of Jianghu.

Chu Yu was one of the few people who survived, and the scene of that day will never be forgotten.

If you say let go, but every time you think about it, you will feel regret in your heart.

But after so many years, Chu Yu also understood many things. It was also their fault that they besieged Luoxi Mountain.

Even if he let go, the countless dead souls will not let go.

Silence fell again.

Along the way, Zhang Ming saw people in the village, all of whom were children, young adults, and many old women, but he couldn't see the elderly, so he asked sideways, "The men in the village seem to be all young."

"There are no old people in the village," Chu Yu said.

Zhang Ming blinked with some doubts.

Chu Yu looked at Zhang Ming with deep eyes, shook his head and sighed, "The village was built more than ten years ago, whose descendants do you think those dolls outside are?"

Zhang Ming pondered for a moment, raised his head and looked a little dull: "No..."

"It's just what you think." Chu Yu closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to mention it.

There are no old people in the village, and there hasn't been any since the beginning.

Today's middle-aged people all stayed in the stockade when they were children.

They are none other than the descendants of those who died in the Luoxi Mountain incident.

"All?"

"Mostly."

"So... are there so many?" Zhang Ming said dully.

It's hard to imagine how many people Liang Shurong killed and how many were separated from their wives, but now the descendants of those people are gathered in this cottage.

Zhang Ming turned around and asked, "Then...do they all know?"

Chu Yu replied: "I didn't tell them that we have finally gotten out of this rivers and lakes dispute, and we won't bury them in it again."

"You understand."

"Yeah, unfortunately, it's too late to understand, otherwise these dolls wouldn't even have seen their father."

Zhang Ming looked outside and saw many young men walking on the mountain road. When he came back to his senses, Zhang Ming looked at Chu Yu and asked, "In that case, after so many years, who do you think is right and who is wrong?"

Chu Yu shook his head, then suddenly looked at Zhang Ming with a firm gaze and said, "The fault is this black and white rivers and lakes."

Chapter 291: Sword Slashing Tomb Mountain

That year, Chu Yu was in the weak crown, and he once stood at the top of the city and looked out of the city, looking up at the magnificent river and lake in his heart.

That year, Chu Yu left home alone, and finally let go of everything.

I want to see that rivers and lakes, and see that chivalry in the world.

In three years, he has grown from a young man with a weak crown unable to hold a sword to a well-known ranger in the world.

He walked the road that his predecessors walked, followed in their footsteps on that journey.

Chu Yu, a swordsman in Tingshan, entered the list of heaven, ranked 56th.

He has seen this magnificent river and lake.

Affectionate and righteous, but also chivalrous.

That year, the seven sons of the Demon Sect were born, and the world was aroused, and the disciples of the Demon Sect became monsters that everyone shouted and beat.

That was the first time Chu Yu saw the black and white sides of this world.

The magic door called demon is black, and the one standing on the opposite side of the magic door is white.

Black and white!

That year, he was also in this arena, fluctuating with the fluctuations of this arena.

Chu Yu followed a group of sword friends to besiege Luoxi Mountain.

Looking at the faces of the people around him who were yelling and killing demons, Chu Yu was a little confused, because he didn't understand what the people on Luoxi Mountain did wrong?

But at that time, there was not so much time for him to think so much, so most of the gathered people from Jianghu went to Luoxi Mountain.

That day, the sound of flute sounded from the top of Luoxi Mountain, and everything seemed to have changed.

The moment the magic sound entered the ears, everyone around them turned into monsters, their eyes were red and they slashed wildly, Chu Yu was no exception.

When he regained consciousness, there was already a sea of ​​corpses and blood in front of him.

And his sword was stuck in the chest of his fellow swordsman who came along with him.