How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

It's the Ching Ming Festival again.

In fact, Qiu Qingshuang is not the most outstanding one among her peers, but only three disciples handed down by the head of the sect, two of them fell off the cliff in front of the heroes of the world, and one retired early without a trace, so it can only be his turn to take over as the head of the sect position.He boasted that he was picking a general out of a rut, and he made a decision only after careful consideration of major and minor matters. In the blink of an eye, six or seven years have passed, and under his trembling, Jianmen is getting better every day.Seeing the young disciple who had just started doing his homework seriously, Qiu Qingshuang subconsciously touched the sword grid of the Dao Xin Gui Ya sword at his waist.

In this way, it can be regarded as worthy of the predecessors.

Huaji Peak is always quiet and solemn, and Qiu Qingshuang came here alone with incense sticks and paper money.Tomb-sweeping day coincides with light rain, so burning incense may also be changed to offering incense.But when he came to the tomb where he asked his way home, he was very surprised that someone had swept here before him.

The three pillars of fragrance have not been burned out, and it doesn't seem to be extinguished in the light rain.The grass on the grave has been simply repaired, but it doesn't seem to have the strength to stretch its teeth and claws, only a deep green.The dust on the tombstone was also carefully swept away. Qiu Qingshuang's eyes fell on the side of the incense burner, and suddenly found a pendant placed here.It is a jade cicada, imitating the craftsmanship of the Eight Swords of Han Dynasty.

The texture of this jade is not very good, it should not be a very expensive material.It has been smashed, and it was glued together by someone. I don't know if it is rice soup or egg white.The color of the rope at both ends of Yuchan is also very ugly. I don't know where it has been for a long time, but the color is not bright anyway.

Qiu Qingshuang thought about it, and probably guessed that Feng Heming had returned.Master likes cicadas, and everyone in the sect knows about it, but they don't know where he got such a jade cicada.

Since Zheliu Villa was destroyed overnight, no one has seen Feng Heming himself again.After Jian Qianshan fell off the cliff, they also thought about letting Feng Heming come back to succeed him as the head, but the two elders didn't agree, and they didn't say why.Later, he would occasionally send a letter to the elder Zhengfa to report his safety. Two years ago, the two elders Zhengfa Mingxin became immortals, and no one heard from him again.

Perhaps in the past ten or twenty years, no one will remember that there was such a person as Feng Heming.

On Qianji Peak, on the edge of Guixu cliff.

In the slight drizzle, someone was holding an umbrella and wearing a clean white dress, which seemed to glow in the rain.The sound of rain hitting the oil-paper umbrella was faint, and he stood in the light rain for a long time with a wine gourd in his other hand.There was a wind blowing past the old pine behind him, he seemed to have regained his senses, took a sip of wine, and poured the rest of the wine down Guixu Cliff.

"The last batch of gold and jade pulp in Zheliu Villa." Someone appeared behind him, with a face covered by a human skin mask, his face was expressionless, but there was a hint of joking in his voice, "Just pour it down like this, and dozens of taels of silver will be gone .”

The other party's answer was to throw the wine gourd to him: "It's not your money."

After saying this, he turned his head back, with a bit of meanness and seriousness in his slashed eyebrows and eyes.He looked like a young man in his early twenties, but there seemed to be something hidden in those eyes: "You really don't know where they went?"

"Things you don't even know." When he was speaking, he opened a folding fan to cover half of his face, with a narrow smile in his eyes, "I'm a servant, how could I know?"

Every year in the arena, there are newcomers springing up like mushrooms after rain, and there are always new sect forces appearing.In recent years, there has been a new sect called "Guanfenglou", which specializes in intelligence business and knows everything and penetrates everything.It is widely rumored in the world that the owner of Guanfeng Tower is a man wearing a human skin mask—it is a deliberately fake mask, no expression can be seen on the face, but it looks like the face of a dead person, looking gloomy and cold Very; some people also said that that person was just a stand-in for the master of Guanfeng, and the real master of Guanfeng had never shown his face in the rivers and lakes.

Feng Heming turned his head to look at him, with a little displeasure in his eyes.He just shrugged his shoulders slightly, leaned against the old pine with his arms crossed, and looked at Feng Heming: "You won't catch cold, so what are you doing with an umbrella?"

Feng Heming only looked at the distance again, the clouds and smoke under the Guixu cliff in the drizzle were even better than before——

"Doing something like ordinary people is more conducive to camouflage."

Chang Zhou looked at him, the human skin mask still concealed his expression.Before Feng Heming wondered what he wanted to say, he finally let out a low laugh:

"Understood."

This appearance is very similar to the answer Xingheying gave him when he was asked if he would like to live forever when he was in Zheliu Villa——

"Impossible."

Some words turned around in the bottom of my heart, but I didn't say them in the end.Feng Heming looked at his face again, staring at him for a long time: "Did you really use that method to save your brother?"

He was still leaning against the pine tree, and he replied with a smile: "Yes. We grew up together, and the way our qi circulates is the same. I led his zhenqi to me as you said, and now the qi on his body Poison us one and half, and restart every three months..." When he said this, he suddenly laughed softly, "This method is really good, if he wants to live, he can never leave me."

Feng Heming looked at him and frowned slightly: "I think you are the one who is obsessed with obsession."

"It's worth it." The other party replied simply, "I got him drunk a few days ago, guess what he said when he was drunk?"

"Ok?"

"He thought I didn't feel anything when I died. It wasn't until I went back to Xingxi Town that I suddenly wanted to eat almond flower candy." As he spoke, he suddenly laughed. He couldn't see the smiling expression but could hear the sound of laughing, " Then he suddenly realized that no one would tell him that I will come back after you eat the candy. He cried when he said this, just like when he was a child. Said, my heart hurts, I heard that when A Ying died, my heart didn't hurt that much."

Feng Heming looked at him expressionlessly, obviously numb from eating dog food: "And then? You took the opportunity to eat tofu? What happens after he wakes up?"

"Well... he's still cuter when he's drunk." The other party touched his cheek by the way when he answered, as if he had lingering fear and pain in his face.

Ten years later.

The battle at Guixu Cliff was already an old event nearly 20 years ago, and now the storyteller's topic has long been that a certain sect obtained a certain secret treasure, and among them, Guanfenglou contributed a lot of effort; The miracle doctor, who said that the living can't be saved, she is only interested in taking action if the person is dying.It was rumored that it was a woman of indeterminate age. She had the same face as the monster who ate children in the legend, except for her beautiful eyes. The leader is a woman, who only opposes the Jurchen royal court.

There are people coming and going in the teahouse. On the second floor, in the elegant seat by the window, Mingqian Longjing tea is placed on the table, but the person who tastes the tea is an elderly man with a wrinkled face.The old man's white dress with green borders is made of fine lake silk, with willow branches embroidered delicately on it, just like weeping willows left on the white dress in the February spring breeze.The storyteller is in the lobby on the first floor, but the second floor is actually not a good place to listen to books.The old man's eyebrows and eyes were a bit mean, but there was a smile on his lips from time to time. Looking closely, he looked like a romantic boy, and he must have been a handsome young man when he was young.

He sipped tea alone without any entourage.At this time, a young man stood in front of him, raised his voice slightly and asked him: "Master, there is no space at the side, can we make a table with you?"

The old man raised his head and glanced at him. The young man was upright and handsome, with a high nose and deep eyes, but he was somewhat refined, which reminded him of an old friend.With a slight nod, the young man sat down opposite him.His gestures are very gentle, and he has the taste of a famous family and aristocrats.Only the cheeks are a little fleshy, and the face looks a little immature, like a child.As soon as he sat down, he happened to see clearly the hairpin on the young man's head, and couldn't help being startled.

It was a porcelain hairpin, for men.The style is an old pattern more than 20 years ago, but it is not outdated now.It is simple and elegant, and there is nothing fancy, except that the head of the hairpin has a touch of red, like a red plum blossom in the cold winter.

The waiter from the teahouse came to the waiter, and the young man ordered a pot of Xiaoye Kuding.This kind of tea is bitter in the mouth, but the aftertaste is extremely sweet.Few people like to drink this kind of thing, but he remembered that his old friend liked this kind of taste——

"Young student," he said slowly, with a hoarse voice like an old man, "your hairpin...can you let me take a closer look?"

The young man was startled for a moment, then looked him over carefully, suddenly the corners of his lips hooked a bit, and he tilted his head slightly with his hand on his chin:

"This is inherited from my family. My father said that I have hands and feet, so my uncle let me use this porcelain hairpin. If it breaks, he said that my father can beat me to death."

"Uncle and dad? Heh, why don't you call them big daddy and second daddy?"

"My father taboos the number two, and he feels uncomfortable when he mentions two. Maybe someone who took two owes him a few 10 taels and hasn't paid it back, or he owes this person a few 10 taels of silver and hasn't paid it back." As the young man said, he smiled so that his eyes became two arcs, shining brightly, making people feel lovable and cute.Seeing his smiling face, the old man also smiled slightly:

"Are they all right?"

"It's very good. I still can't beat my father, but he can't be arrogant. My uncle can make him kneel and admit his mistakes every time. The two of them are tired of crooked all the time. I hate it, so they kick me out to play by myself." "The young man said with a smile, "My father also told me that if someone asks me about this hairpin when I go out into the world, I must be careful. Because people who recognize this hairpin will either not harm me, or they will. You've pitted me to the bone, what type are you?"

This was said bluntly, but there was a look of complacency in his eyes.This kind of demeanor is like a cub taught by that man.The old man picked up the teacup, but before the young man saw his expression clearly, he drank tea to cover it up.When he put down the teacup, there was only a loving smile on his face:

"Of course I'm not the kind of person who will trick you until you don't even have bones left."

The young man slightly raised his eyebrows as if to laugh, but he continued slowly:

"I'm the one who will let you fall for it without knowing it. If you believe in me too much, maybe you will know that I am a bad person on the day you die."

The young man blinked at him, with a harmless and cute look, as if he didn't understand what he said.The old man only looked up at the youth's seemingly clear eyes, but what he saw was a clear abyss——

"But my father said that people who are bad people only find out they are bad people when they are about to die. They are not completely bad people; because such people are very conflicted in their hearts. It's a bad guy."

The young man laughed, and the smile was actually very sweet: "My father said, it doesn't matter if you meet such a person, because although they look bad, they always hesitate to leave a way for others to survive; the truly terrifying It's those gentlemen who are dignified and full of benevolence and morality. Although this group of people seem to be very good, when they want to harm others, they will not only make people unable to turn over, but also justifiably order others to die."

"Your father taught you like this, wouldn't your uncle beat him?"

"Yes, but he didn't really hurt so much from the beating. My dad laughed and quarreled with him for a while, and then he was fine again." The young man took a sip of tea, curled his lips, "I'm not ashamed at all!"

There was a smile on the old man's lips again, and when the young man put down the tea bowl, he spoke slowly and asked him again:

"Where are they... now?"

The young man blinked, looked at him, and the smile on his face suddenly deepened: "My father also told me that if there is a person who recognizes my hairpin, but also says that he is not a good person, and looks like Yi It’s been tolerated—just don’t tell him where they are now.”

The old man just smiled slightly, not annoyed, but asked him instead: "Why do you think I've made it easy?"

"Your eyes." The young man answered him with a smile, "When you mentioned my father and my uncle, your eyes lit up. No old man's eyes suddenly become so bright."

He only smiled slightly, but the young man looked at the beautiful spring scenery outside the window: "In this season, everything returns to spring. The so-called running water with peach blossoms and mandarin fish is fat. If you go to the Taohua Village [-] miles away from Jinling at this time, you can buy a fresh mandarin fish for use." It’s really good to have a drink. After a few days when the weather is hot, I’ll go to Cangjiguan to escape the summer heat. When I leave the pass, there will be strong winds, and the grass on the prairie will grow taller than a person. I’ll go to the capital in autumn Rest for a while, the high air in autumn is the most pleasant. Wait until winter and quietly go to Yinxian Town, where there is a lot of snow, making snowmen to enjoy the snow scenery is the most beautiful."

He smiled slightly, didn't say anything, just drank tea.The young man looked at him curiously: "Why? Are you not in a hurry?"

He shook his head—

"I've been looking for it for so long, so I'm not in a hurry now." He said, "Anyway, I still have a lot of time."