Jianling

In front of his eyes was the overwhelming scarlet, alone in the world, only he was running towards the aimless darkness with all his strength.

It was a kind of desperation that was almost suffocating. The speed of the crisis spread exhausted him, and the idea of ​​giving up passed through his mind more than once.

— Am I going to die?

Am I going to die like this with nothing?

And a piercing white light flashed past his eyes, like a flash of lightning, followed by thunderous thunder. He raised his eyes in a daze, and saw Meng Xing's serious face.

Meng Xing stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist, and said, "Don't be afraid."

After that, he heard countless piercing sounds of ripping flesh, and the sound of clothes being scratched was also very clear in this silent loneliness. Meng Xing's arm holding him was as firm and strong as usual.

After that, those firm and powerful arms pushed him into his arms without any doubt, and he was blown far away by a gust of hurricane, and he could only see a little more dazzling white in the middle of the original pitch-black darkness.

That point of white light disappeared quickly, almost for an instant, and even though his eyes were tearing apart, he couldn't see anything anymore.

When Song Dengyun opened the door and came to deliver breakfast in person, Zhong Xuan was already awake, dressed in solemn black clothes, and was wiping the sword in his hand.

"You look so bad, didn't you sleep well?"

Shen Zhongxuan's face was gloomy, and he shook his head silently: "It's nothing."

Song Dengyun pushed the porridge in front of him, and said with a smile: "Have you had a nightmare, missed Master?"

Shen Zhongxuan's eyelids twitched slightly, pondered his words for a while, and said, "It has nothing to do with him, but I have a bad feeling."

"Drink the porridge first, what kind of sword do you use early in the morning." Song Dengyun snatched his sword and said in a babbling voice, "You just can't live without Master, and you rely too much on him. In fact, if you leave for a long time, you will You will find that you don’t like it.”

Shen Zhongxuan kept silent, pretending that he didn't hear him, and looked sideways at the emerald birds that had been standing on the branches outside the window for a long time.

Song Dengyun looked at him for a while, really didn't know how to persuade this person, and then Shen Zhongxuan took the initiative to ask: "How are those rumors going?"

"Tsk, it's getting more and more outrageous." Hearing him mentioning this matter, Song Dengyun gritted his teeth with hatred. Shen Shenxuan's pursuit of revenge is extremely difficult and dangerous, but there are still people who maliciously muddy the water and spread rumors in various states, which has led to all kinds of rumors in the market today. The rumors are rampant, and the fake ones can be spread more than the real ones. The most outrageous one has been spread as Zhong Xuan, who was born rebellious.

Shen Zhongxuan shook his head lightly, took his sword from his hand, lowered his eyes and said: "The fake is the real and the real is the fake. It is impossible to tell the real from the fake. The man spread these rumors just to mislead me. Good for more time."

Song Dengyun was dumbfounded, and asked: "Then if you can catch this guy, he will be your enemy?"

"...Not necessarily." Shen Zhongxuan stopped, thought carefully for a moment, and then said, "It is also possible that this person has left something for me to find, but in fact his purpose is to find me— —or he already has the leads I want and wants to make a deal with me."

Song Dengyun sighed: "Aren't those all pitfalls?"

"The latter is better than the former. At least the latter will come to see me sooner or later." Zhong Xuan finally moved the spoon in the bowl, frowning, "This porridge is too thick."

Song Dengyun slapped him on the head: "I'm afraid you're hungry, and you don't know how to be good!"

Shen Zhongxuan laughed a few times, took a spoonful readily, and praised: "It tastes very good, thank you, Mr. Jiu, for the reward."

Song Dengyun blushed from his praise, touched his nose subconsciously, and muttered, "Ding Ding Jian took you as his apprentice because he liked your sweet talk."

Shen Zhongxuan smiled and said nothing, he originally wanted to leave as soon as possible to avoid being met by Feng Henwan, but at this time news about his family happened, many people were looking for this hard-fated richest son, and Song Dengyun Invited warmly, Zhong Xuan decided not to go out of the inn for more than half a month, trying to avoid crowds.

Before he entered Yangchuan, he sensed that someone was following him, and it took a lot of thought to force him to get rid of it. Judging from the martial arts of the follower, most of the forces with such background came from the four major gates.

But Pichenmen needn't worry, if Qing Zheng wanted to know his whereabouts, he would always arrest him himself.But the other three families don't know the details, especially the Feng family who has become powerful in recent years. It is most normal for Feng Lin to send people to secretly protect Meng Xing and Chu Wan, and it is just a matter of effort to follow him along the way.

But it is also possible that Futu came to envoy, after all, Futu has a lot of criminal records, Shen Chongxuan dare not underestimate this group of court eagle dogs.

But today he should go out no matter what - after all, Qingming has just passed.

Usually, when he and Meng Xing couldn't make it back in time, they would find a place nearby to burn some paper money to express their feelings. He is not a rigid person, and he could understand that it was impossible for Meng Xing to bring him home every Qingming Festival, but since he came back this year Yangchuan, his uncles also know, so he should go back to visit the grave no matter what.

Song Dengyun grabbed a coat and put it on him, and asked seriously: "You really don't need me to accompany you?"

"You just want to watch the excitement." Zhong Xuan sneered.

Song Dengyun pouted at him, scratching his head: "Nonsense, people are really worried about Shen Shaoxia."

Shen Zhong Xuan didn't pay any attention, put on his long sword, and walked out of the inn without looking back, the Shen family's carriage was already in front of the inn, and two servants were standing respectfully by the side of the inn waiting.

The Shen family's intentions are quite interesting, and they don't know who they are betraying his news to.

Shen Zhongxuan sneered silently, lifted the hem of his clothes slightly, sat in the carriage calmly, opened the window curtain again, and smiled at Song Dengyun.

Song Dengyun stood at the door with his hips crossed, and said in a strange way: "It's a big show. Those who know it say that your family is picking up the young master. Those who don't know think that our inn has done something bad."

The leading boy smiled all over his face, and immediately stuffed him with a silver ingot: "My son, Jingui, please take care of me."

Song Dengyun took the money with a smile on his face, and hurriedly said that he had to talk about it, but he cursed secretly in his heart, and he was so heavy that he only knew how to talk sweetly, but he didn't give any real money, waste.

The coachman whipped his whip, and the car drove away with his richest man, Mr. Shen. The passers-by who watched were amazed, and the cynical literati began to curse that the road was frozen to death.

Song Dengyun took the money in his hands, went back to the inn with nothing to do, and went to count his account books.

The Shen family later reburied those who had been hastily buried at that time, and Meng Xing also asked someone to re-erect the memorial tablet that was erected at night-in short, when Zhong Xuan was led to a magnificent cemetery, he felt as if he had passed away.

This place is decent and beautiful, and it seems that it can bury all the bloody pain at that time.

The uncle was the first to see him, and immediately came forward to meet him: "Chongxuan, you are here."

Zhong Xuan nodded slightly: "Uncle." Then he saluted the other elders one by one, "Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle."

The third uncle seemed to be full of emotion. Tears welled up in his eyes when he saw him, and he choked up and said, "I've grown up, I've grown up. Look at his features, he looks so much like my second brother."

The uncle patted Chongxuan on the shoulder in relief, and said: "Chongxuan is mature and steady, much more sensible than the second child. When the old one was 27 years old, he was still causing trouble everywhere."

"Father is a late bloomer, and he relies on the support of all the uncles and uncles." Shen Zhongxuan responded one by one with a smile on his face, took the incense offered by the servant, and walked to his father Shen Yunfu's grave first, respectfully I bowed three times.

"...Chongxuan has been practicing martial arts with Master for more than six years. Now that he has achieved a small degree of martial arts, he has already graduated from the teacher. I believe that he will avenge his family in a few days. Please wait a few more days."

"I just learned of my mother's identity not long ago, and I am very ashamed that I failed to inherit my mother's martial arts skills. I will trouble my father, who is in the sky, to say a few words for my son. My son will definitely work harder, and will not dishonor my mother's reputation when she was alive."

Shen Zhongxuan put the incense in front of the tomb, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he added: "In addition, my son has a sweetheart, and I don't know how to deal with it. I hope that my father can entrust me with a dream and teach my son how to please his mother. Martial arts Extraordinary beauty."

After he finished speaking, his expression was as calm as usual, his eyes just casually passed by Shen Yunfu's tomb, ignoring the expressions of his uncles, he asked, "Uncle, why don't you let my mother accompany Dad?"

The uncle was taken aback, and hurriedly explained: "Your mother is from the martial arts world, and she didn't want to enter our ancestral hall. After she left, your father buried her in a place that we don't even know about."

Zhong Xuan sneered quietly, but he didn't know whether his mother didn't want to enter the ancestral hall, or whether he couldn't.

The cause of his mother's death, the cause of his father's death, one by one, he will not let go.

Just at this moment, there were rustling footsteps behind everyone.

Shen Zhongxuan's ear is superb, he closed his eyes and counted silently for a moment, and roughly judged that there were about ten people in the other party.

Feng Lin did not wear a red dress this time, but a serious black dress, but he was born with a smile, and Zhong Xuan couldn't be happy at all when he met him in this situation.

After he put incense on Shen Yunfu in a pretentious manner, he finally turned around slowly and met Shen Zhongxuan with a pair of hostile eyes.

"Master Shen, what a coincidence."

Zhong Xuan stood in front of several uncles, almost face to face with Feng Lin.

"...I heard that Li Huayan and my father have a good relationship. Today, seeing is believing. Chong Xuan is very grateful."

Feng Lin frowned, and said in a low voice: "Yes, it's been three years since we parted. After all, it's a man like Master Shen, and it's a pity just thinking about it."

Shen Zhongxuan couldn't bear to see him pretending to be merciful, and was too lazy to find out which uncle's fear of him was so deep that he colluded with Feng Lin, so he could only keep a straight face and give him a look indifferently: "Father Izumi knows, and I will be glad to have a friend like you."

"I hope so." Feng Lin nodded dignifiedly, then sighed, "Just now I heard Mr. Shen say that I want to avenge my family... In recent years, I have been entrusted by others, and with I do have some clues about my friendship with Master Shen, I wonder if you are interested, Young Master..."

Shen Zhongxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Would you like to say?"

"Young master Shen is not willing to listen?"

Zhongxuan sneered: "Exactly."

Feng Lin, however, smiled more than he did, pointing at his uncles slowly, and said softly: "I'm afraid at this time, everyone except you knows the real culprit."

"......What's the meaning."

Feng Lin said: "It's hard to chase after a gentleman's words. You have found Feng Lang, so Feng will naturally fulfill his promise."

"So Feng has already announced to the world that the real culprit of the Shen family's murder."

"——If you don't rush over in time, I'm afraid the other party will run away."