Twenty-five Histories · Kuma Luotian

When Xiao Feng arrived at Qingzhou City, it was already the first watch, the four gates were closed early, but at the foot of the city wall, there was the sign of the Beggar Clan made by Quan Guanqing and others.How can you hide it from the former gang leader when others don't know him?He was very fast, arriving at this mountain was only a moment later than everyone else in the Beggar Clan, Xiao Feng heard Hua Hegen said about this place, after entering the mountain, he felt something strange, he didn't go to find the way, but jumped on the tallest big tree in the place From the top of the tree, look up.

The moon is half dark, the handle of the sky is pointing north, and Polaris is visible in the distance.When Xiao Feng heard what Hua Hegen said, he thought that Sinan is useless here, there must be a magnet buried underground.Looking down from a high place, the mountain is indistinguishable, but one can see the undulating peaks in the northeast, and a vein stretches far away. The black buildings seem to have valleys inside. If there is a royal tomb hidden, it must be there.No matter whether there is a road or no road at the moment, just recognize the direction and get up and go.

This method is simple to say, but if ordinary people go straight like this, within a few steps, the mountain wall and hedges will block the road, and they will be trapped there for life and death.Even if Xiao Feng wanted to forcibly build a passage here, it took half a day.It's just that Murong Fu was injured by the poison, so he walked very slowly.But at this very moment, the two of them collided.

Even if Murong Fu has no one around, he must not allow himself to lose his composure, let alone seeing Xiao Feng at this moment?The moment the figure came into view, the hand holding the stone wall was thrown back, the back straightened, and the other hand touched the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest.Tanzhong is a sea of ​​energy in the human body, once an external force is applied, the meridians vibrate, the whole body is shaken, and the body has already stood upright.But seeing the bamboo like a bamboo, like a jade tree, the crumbling just now seems to be just an illusion.His face was pale, but from the corner of the eye cast by the waning moon in the sky, even his lips were bitten hard by himself, and there was a strange layer of red.Looking directly at Xiao Feng with both eyes, but still smiling slightly, nodding his head as a salute, no matter what family and nobles are here, they can't find fault.

Without saying a word, Xiao Feng stepped four feet in front of him, stood still, and stared at him neither far nor near.The moonlight slanted over from behind the eaves, casting the shadow of the wing horns between the two of them for a long time, and only heard the whistle of the wind, blowing up the corners of the clothes of the two of them, and they were peeling.

This silence was not very long, but in Murong Fu, day and night changed like this, and the stars rotated.The Ten Fragrance Ruanjin Powder on his body relieved very slowly, and by now his internal strength had only recovered by a fraction, and he had reached his limit, not to mention the meridian movement above the limit, it would be like quenching thirst with poison, cutting himself with a knife.A living person seems to have been torn in half, one half standing on the ground, and the other half sinking thousands of miles away, under the ice water in the deep winter of the Northland.There was only a rush of fresh blood rushing wildly, it was still hot, just waiting for him to open his mouth, it was about to blurt out hotly.

Only to hear Xiao Feng said in a deep voice: "The switch of the Yanmen Gate and the release of the Liao army to the south was set up by you alone, isn't it?"

Murong Fu secretly bit the tip of his tongue, suppressed the blood that was about to rush up again, and said flatly: "Yes."

Xiao Feng said: "Since the army of the Liao Kingdom has come out, you have been on the front line with Yelu Yixin, so you are going to... seize the power in the country, or even stir up a civil strife like the King of Chu back then, isn't it?"

Murong Fu said: "Yes."

Xiao Feng said: "There must be more than one Yanmen in the Song army. Once there is a war, both sides will suffer. If you reap the benefits of being a fisherman, the world will be in chaos, and your Yanmen will be revived, right?"

Murong Fu said: "Yes!"

Xiao Feng laughed loudly and said: "Okay, have a good time!" The laughter was dry, almost indisputable.Pausing for a while, he continued slowly: "If I ask you today how to stop this chaos in the world, would you like to answer, or not?"

Murong Fu smiled again, and said: "If you don't want to, what will you do?"

Xiao Feng didn't answer, he only heard rattling sounds, his joints turned white, they burst out edge by edge from his tightly clenched fists.

Murong Fu laughed out loud suddenly, until he laughed hoarsely, tears came into his eyes.He said in a hoarse voice: "I said in Lingzhou that if you took my life at that time, it would be a one-hundred-and-a-half-year-old game, and everything would be over; but today, it's too late! The Song Dynasty and the Liao Kingdom will definitely fight this battle, even if your martial arts are world-class , don’t even think about blocking the 20 troops of his two countries! Xiao Feng! Xiao Feng! Are you going to kill me? Hahaha, I don’t have to restore the country with my own hands, but with this chaos in the world, Murong Fu Jiuquan can be upright and upright. I am the ancestor of the Murong clan!"

The moonlight dimmed suddenly, half of the first quarter moon had already disappeared into the night sky, the last few ray of moonlight cast on Xiao Feng's face, both bright and dark, only his eyes were flushed with blood.This period of silence was much shorter than before, when a strong wind suddenly picked up, Xiao Feng raised his right palm and grabbed Murong Fu's shoulder with his hands.

When Murong Fu spoke, his chest and throat were already on fire, the fishy sweetness seemed to be alive, and it was about to rush up in bursts.Only with one thought in my heart: "Never fall down in front of him!" can I stand on the ground.But when the palm wind suddenly picked up, the warrior instinctively raised his hand to block it.

The two arms only touched in vain, Murong Fuli felt that Xiao Feng didn't have enough internal energy, when they touched each other, he immediately changed his moves.Fighting fast like this is completely different from what he has grown up in martial arts.At this moment, he has no energy to think, Xiao Feng is so fast, there is no time to think with him.The two of them were several feet away from each other, breathed and heard each other, and both used small grabbing hands close to each other.It's just a few times of breathing, hooking, blocking, cutting, wiping, splitting and closing, and stopping suddenly, seventeen or eight strokes have been executed.Murong Fushi forced out the last ounce of energy in his body, catkins danced wildly in his eyes, patches of waning moonlight seemed to be swaying wildly, Xiao Feng's figure had become a blurred and grotesque mass.One move was a bit slow, Xiao Feng swung his palm with his back and hooked his arm and wrist.One step forward, right behind Murong Fu.Followed by the right arm spun around, with the momentum of the hook belt suddenly passed around, Murong Fu's whole body was connected to both arms, and one hand was firmly bound in front of him!

If masters fight with each other like this, they will be close to rascals.Murong Fuwan didn't expect Xiao Feng to do such a thing, he was shocked, he just yelled: "...you!" His voice was hoarse, he struggled with all his strength.However, Xio said that the injuries on his body are intact, how can he match Xiao Feng's strength?That arm lay across his chest, like refined steel, firmly embedded in the blood of his torso.There was a rattling sound, the bones all over the body were rattling, only hearing Xiao Feng's voice was close to his ears, it was like the sound of severe pain on Shaoshi Mountain, he said coldly: "Why don't you wear red? Only a red body is worthy of the blood flowing into rivers all over the world Dazhi, is that right!" Raising his left hand, he sneered and tore the shirt on his chest.

When Xiao Feng saw Murong Fu, he already felt that something was wrong, but his black clothes did not show any blood, so there is no way to tell for sure.At this time, the clothes were torn, and a few pieces of rags were rolled up by the wind, passed over the eaves of the stone house, and flew far away.The skin on the exposed chest was dripping, and the blood was dark black, against the bloodless body, it was extremely dazzling.Xiao Feng was shocked, and the person in his arms was also shocked, his whole body trembled violently, hissed: "Xiao Feng...!" The last ray of moonlight was disappearing in the sky, the night suddenly darkened, and the sky was dark.Murong Fu's eyes darkened, and the fishy sweetness came straight up from his chest, and he didn't know what happened.

Xiao Feng smelled the bloody smell pungent and pungent, he couldn't look at it in the dark, he put two fingers of his left hand together, spit out forcefully, and stabbed Murong Fu's chest wound.With this force concentrating on the fingertips, the infuriating energy is as sharp as a sharp blade, and the wound immediately turns out to be bloody and fleshy.At the same time, the right palm covered the acupoint on the front of his heart, he spat out and retracted forcefully, the blood flowed backward in an instant, with a chirping sound, a stream of thick black blood gushed out from the wound, splashing several feet away, vaguely sandwiched The dot of light flashed, but it was the poisonous needle.There is no vegetation in the ground, the blood splashed in the sand and made a screeching sound, one could imagine how poisonous it is.Xiao Feng picked up the man, walked into the stone room with big strides, put his palms on Murong Fu's chest, and sent the inner force to his body continuously.

Murong Fu's meridians were strongly reversed during the poisonous injury, and he was exhausted for several months, and he never closed his eyes peacefully one day and one night.Gray hair, but for this reason, this poisonous needle tonight is like pouring a pot of cold water on a red iron bar, and the person will snap into two pieces.Even with Xiao Feng's internal energy, it is not possible to forcefully circulate his true energy for twelve weeks at this time.The surrounding fields were silent, and the cold wind reverberated, blowing past the stone house in bursts.Sweat was dripping in the sound of the wind, dripping down from Xiao Feng's forehead and temples.

After an unknown period of time, Xiao Feng opened his eyes, let out a long breath, his shoulders and chest were soaked with wetness.But when the mountain wind penetrated through the crack of the door, it made a rumbling sound.Looking up, the room was empty, only one on the south side seemed to be an altar, so he stretched out his hand and tore off his outer robe wrapped around Murong Fu, and put the person on it to lie down.He was stunned for a moment, and saw some dim light cast on the ground, and the black shadows kept beating. It turned out that there were lights in the stone house long ago, and he just focused his attention on it, but he didn't realize it.When he stared, his eyes suddenly turned cold.But I don't know the reason for seeing the ever-burning lamps on the wall. Several hours have passed this night, but none of them have been extinguished.Wu Changfeng said that Yanziwu's letter was "added with lamp oil", and so on, I'm afraid it was here.The stone steps behind the altar overlapped, half of which were damaged, and stretched long into the ground.Then he took down a candle to illuminate the road, and stepped down.

The stone steps are long and steep, but there is no moss or water stains, Xiao Feng stepped down the last step, he saw a tomb passage in front of him, the domes of the stone chambers are connected to each other, dark and gloomy, standing abruptly on both sides, the light of the fire only A few steps can be seen in the light, and beyond a few steps, there is a darkness where you can't see your fingers, silent and seemingly endless.How brave Xiao Feng is, he sees cold sweat running down his back.Where the fire shines, there are countless scratches on the ground and walls.With a flick of his hand, he knew it was caused by a sharp metal weapon.Then there were indeed a large number of soldiers in this tomb, Murong Fu said that the 20 army, and the plan of chaos followed by the oriole, turned out to be not his lie!

Xiao Feng suddenly let out a long laugh, the stone chamber vibrated and echoed endlessly.The flame of the lamp jumped and went out.Xiao Feng threw it down with his backhand, without looking back, he stepped onto the ground with big strides, and walked out.

Up to now, since he saved Murong Fu's life, he was doing his utmost benevolence.Even though Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are here in person, he has nothing to say.At this moment, he was only one step away from stepping out of the stone chamber door.The palm that landed on the door trembled suddenly. Before he could take this step, he paused for a moment, but turned around and glanced at the unconscious person in the room.

With just one glance, the lights flickered and Murong Fu's face turned pale.The fire was obviously a dim yellow color, but when it shone on his face, it was covered by falling snow, buried in white sand, and the warm color was gone.The only one who can see that this is not a dead person is that his long eyebrows are getting tighter and tighter, his lips are trembling, and even his whole body is trembling.It seemed that a person was extremely cold and had a nightmare, in which he saw something extremely frightening and frightening, something he never wanted to see again in his life.Suddenly there was another violent tremor, a line of scarlet dripped down his lips, and the cry that seemed to be stuck in his throat finally came out of his mouth.Just heard him hiss:

"……mother!!"

A person is conceived in the mother's womb for ten months, and once born, it is the mother who hugs, caresses, and nurtures it to grow up.It is only human for a hero to call his mother when he is sick.However, Murong Fu's statement clearly called his mother, his voice was hoarse, high-pitched, and harsh, it was unspeakably shrill.If he hadn't seen him with his own eyes and heard him say this word with his own ears, he might have thought that what he saw in his dream was some kind of extremely terrifying monster.And even if there are monsters in this world, how can Nan Murong be so afraid?As soon as he exited the mouth, Xiao Feng actually shocked him, and he turned around abruptly.It was only a few steps from the door to the altar, and within a few steps, he saw blood stains on his lips, a mess, and he was still screaming: "Mother...! Dayan... I... I... ...Remember! Tattoo, that tattoo... don't!!"

Xiao Feng stepped forward and held his arm.But I feel the palm of my hand is cold and sticky, and it doesn't feel like a living body.He just lowered his head and clearly saw the tattoo on his left arm. Although he didn't recognize it, he could vaguely guess it, it was the word "Swallow" in Xianbei script!

The lantern burst and jumped, and the light and shadow overlapped, shaking endlessly on the two people.Xiao Feng already tore off the rest of his clothes, his true strength surged, the world's most masculine inner strength was everywhere, his body suddenly burned like a fire.He hugged Murong Fulai with one hand, wrapped his clothes behind him with the other hand, and with a turn of his arms, he pressed this cold and trembling body to his chest.

The light of the ever-burning lamp was flickering, bright and dark endlessly, it shone on Xiao Feng's naked neck and back like a mountain rock.The body in front of his chest stopped trembling, and the warmth of the living skin penetrated from the shoulders, arms, and chest where the two were tightly pressed together.A trace of itchiness passed over quietly, it was light and thin, but it was Murong Fu's loose hair that fell on his body.

Xiao Feng trembled slightly, just now when the icy cold pressed against his body, he didn't move a little bit, at this moment he couldn't help but trembled.Hearing the low breathing of the person in his arms, he stopped talking, turned his body slightly, and wanted to hug him away.But the bodies of the two were separated by a few inches, maybe it was a sudden coolness, Murong Fu's throat trembled, and a moan escaped in a low voice.The voice was dry and hoarse, halfway through, it stopped abruptly, if the two of them were not too close, they might not have heard it.Shocked, Xiao Feng stretched out his hand to press the pulse on his upper wrist, turned his head to listen to his breathing.On this side of the head, the ears and temples are right next to Murong Fu's lips, breathing a little bit, blowing on the temples and cheeks, only listening to his lips softly say:

"Brother..."

Murong Fu saw himself walking in a garden.

In that garden, Zhuting, tall willows, winding corridors and Lingbo are very familiar, but Murong Fu can't remember where it is.He just walked step by step, walking through the corridors and yards, but never heard a sound of laughter, as if no one was there except him.He vaguely felt that this was not the case, as if there were obviously many people around, and they should all be close by.But who and where?But I can't think of anything.I only heard the wind passing through the clear waves, the lotus leaves rustling on the water surface, and a bird song suddenly came from nowhere.

A white mist drifted past Murong Fu's eyes, the mist gradually dispersed, and he saw a child, only six or seven years old, holding a small bird in his hands.The bird was not afraid of people, it jumped a few times on his hand, then lowered its head to peck at his fingertips.The child was ticklish, so he started giggling, and Que'er tilted his head to look at him, the two pairs of dark eyes looked at me, and I looked at you, as if they were made out of the same mold.

Murong Fu felt himself laughing too, why did he laugh?He doesn't know either.I saw the child running forward with the sparrow in his arms. On the other side of the corridor, there was a woman in palace clothes leaning there. The child ran over and shouted happily: "Mother! Mother!"

Murong Fu stopped abruptly.The woman turned her head and was looking in his direction, but her gaze passed through his body coldly and cast it far away, as if there was no one like him standing here.But the child had already rushed to his mother, lifted the sparrow high, and shouted: "Mother, it is it. You promised, I have finished my studies and practiced that set of swordsmanship, then I can do it!" Keep it, right?"

The woman smiled and said: "Yes." She stretched out her hand to catch the bird, stroked the feathers on its head, and said, "It's really cute."

Murong Fu suddenly felt that something was grabbing his throat, he wanted to cry out, but he couldn't make a sound.He reached out, but couldn't touch the child.The white mist rose up from nowhere, layer by layer, entangled his fingers.He could only watch like that, only to see that the woman tightened her fingers, and several bright red blood beads came out from between her fingers, and with a bang, the dead sparrow fell to the ground, the blood dripped and stained. There was a small piece of bright red.

The woman lowered her head and said calmly: "Fu'er, you remember."

If there were still people here, and another pair of living eyes, maybe they could see that child's pale face exactly like Murong Fu's, with dark, wide-open eyes.However, his mother looked at him, but she didn't seem to see anything, she neither raised a voice nor got angry, she was so calm and said word by word: "As long as you love someone, others will have a chance to love you." Cheng. Believe in others, and that person can easily plot against you. There is only one big swallow in Murong's heart, and any beloved thing, dear person, as long as the word "love" is touched, you should not take it to heart .You, remember?"

The white mist suddenly surged up, rolled and floated, and spread out piece by piece.The dead bird, the blood, and the pair of mother and child disappeared together, and they were all gone.He fell into this endless fog, seeing nothing and hearing nothing.In a piece of white, it's icy cold and boundless.

However, a hand held him.From that direction, it seemed that there was light coming.

That hand was so hot, so hot, it seemed that it had held him like this before somewhere.

where is itAnd... who is it?

Murong Fu opened his mouth, he heard himself finally call out, the voice was softly saying:

"Brother..."

Murong Fu opened his eyes, the light from the lamp fell on his eyelids, wobbled, dizzying circles of light one after another.Just behind that light, within reach, are Xiao Feng's eyes.The two of them have known each other for two years, and they have only been together for a few months, but no matter what year or month, no matter what he thinks in his mind or what he sees with his own eyes, he has never seen such a light in Xiao Feng's eyes.

That was not a person, but a bloody, wounded wolf!

Mr. Murong, who is not hindered by eloquence, was stunned, unable to utter a single word or call.The fiery breath fell on the body from all directions, covering the sky, and suddenly there was a shaking, and the coldness penetrated, but it was about to pull away and leave him.

Murong Fu suddenly raised his hand, grabbing Xiao Feng's arm that was about to be let go from his shoulder.

The so-called "forgetting the form" must have a form and a form, and then you can forget it.However, Murong Fu didn't forget at this moment, he didn't even think about it, he never thought about it again.It turns out that there is no need for literary and martial arts, a firm determination, a living body can move by itself.The hand he was holding Xiao Feng had once stabbed on the stone wall, at this moment the fingertips were pale, the blood oozes out drop by drop, but he didn't feel the pain, the scalding hot breath was there, wanting to kill his body Hand, this person is on fire!

Xiao Feng felt a terrible tremor all over his body, turned his head away slightly, the shadow cast by the lights covered his eyes, his voice was extremely hoarse, it was hardly something that could come out of his throat and chest cavity, and he said word by word: " Enemy...let go!"

Birth, old age, sickness, death.

love parting.

Resentment will.

Can't ask for it.

No one let go, and no one spoke again.There was an intermittent call, and those lips that were suddenly pressed together, split open, and disappeared in the smell of fishy and sweet blood.

With a snap, the robe fell to the ground, and a lamp swayed in the blowing wind and went out quietly.The remaining few lights were still burning, and two entangled black shadows spun around and cast long on the wall and the ground.Panting, groping, bumping, groaning, all echoed throughout the room.And outside that stone chamber, the wind was strong and the sky was hanging high. It was the moment when there was no sun, no moon, and the moment before dawn until it was dark.