Jianling

The twilight is falling, the sound of horseshoes is as urgent as a shower, every sound of stepping on the official road is like a dull hammer after another, hitting Shen Zhongxuan's heart mercilessly.

The memories that young people thought had been blurred and far away suddenly approached before their eyes, shaking off the dust of the years, it was as clear as seeing them for the first time.

Shen Zhongxuan suddenly remembered that his father used to love to ride horses in the downtown area when he was drunk. His father still went his own way when he was sober. little time.

And now he is also riding horses in the downtown area, but he is not as good at horsemanship as his father, so he can only cry his mother's name when he is crying.

Shen Zhongxuan reined in the reins, and looked down at Xiao Er who was stunned in front of the inn door. His expression was so indifferent that it seemed that a layer of ice had condensed on his face. The sword was overflowing, and the waiter waiter met him with a glance, and suddenly a chill came from his back.

"Song Dengyun," Shen Zhongxuan didn't get off his horse, bit his lip silently, tried his best to hide his killing intent, and asked, "Where did he go?"

Feng Lin announced the murderer of the Shen family's murder in Yangchuan Fenglou that day. Everyone in Yangchuan who had been out of the house at this moment knew the truth. They watched Mr. Shen cautiously and sighed unconsciously in their hearts.

If they were ordinary Jianghu people, they would definitely support Mr. Shen in seeking revenge—but why is he such a world-famous swordsman?

Xiaoer lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to the eyes, and replied in a trembling voice: "My lord, the shopkeeper just left for an hour...he asked us to leave a word for you, if you trust him, please give him some time and let him go back Please clarify."

Zhong Xuan sneered, gripped the horse's belly, and left immediately.

And not long after he left, Feng Lin led a white horse, dressed in a fiery red dress, came at a leisurely pace, raised her eyebrows at the little girl, and asked in a low voice, "Ayu, is everything done?"

Xiao Er bowed his hands to him, his expression was as calm as ever, and he said in a deep voice: "Feng Yu is lucky not to disgrace her life."

"It's been a lot of hard work for you these past few years." Feng Lin brushed off the dust from her clothes and said with a smile, "Just pack your luggage, and I will send someone to escort you to Haizhou to rest for a few days."

Feng Yu smiled back: "The young master is too polite, Song Jiu is easy to fool that trash, Shen Chongxuan, he just bumped in by himself."

Feng Lin narrowed her eyes, smiled gratifiedly, and raised her hand to pat him on the shoulder: "If you can really kill three birds with one stone this time, I will remember your first contribution." After he finished speaking, he turned around and mounted his horse, and beat the servant behind him. A hand gesture, "You guys escort Mr. Yu back, so you can serve him well and don't neglect him."

Then Feng Linyang whipped the horse and rode away in the direction of Zhong Xuan.

He had placed Feng Yu's pawn beside Song Dengyun a few years ago, just in case Song Dengyun temporarily repented and delayed Feng Jue's marriage - Song Zhubo was gloomy and deep, and his power could not penetrate at all, which made him He couldn't help worrying about Feng Jue's marriage. He was afraid that after marrying Feng Jue to Song Dengyun, Song Zhubo would succeed in the position. After all, it was not uncommon for brothers to kill each other before seizing the heir.

Song Dengyun himself didn't live up to expectations, but he couldn't let Feng Jue marry him to suffer, so he could only help Song Dengyun settle some obstacles along the way.

——For example, Song Zhubo who happened to have a feud with Shen Chongxuan who killed his father.

When Song Dengyun heard the truth for the first time, he felt his hair stand on end.

It's not that he didn't suspect that Feng Lin was lying—but he also remembered clearly that Song Zhubo had mysteriously disappeared for a period of time three years ago.

When he came back that time, he still remembered that when he saw Song Zhubo, the Wenhan knife, which was his seventh brother's favorite, was cut open.

When Song Zhubo brushed past him, his sinister eyes flashed across his body, as light as a needle, which accurately pierced Song Dengyun's life gate. At that moment, thousands of scrambling cold currents did not Mercilessly wrapped him into the abyss of fear, almost drowning him in it.

It was also at that moment that he fully understood why his brother was called "Han Shui Sha".

Therefore, at this moment, he believed more than anyone else that Feng Lin was not lying.

He didn't have time to worry about whether he would be caught by his father, he had to be faster than Shen Xuan, who was excellent at lightness, and he wanted Song Zhubo to leave immediately.

If, if there is a secret, at least wait for Zhong Xuan to calm down, at least wait for Meng Xing to come forward to control Zhong Xuan.

...But Song Zhubo doesn't do business and doesn't love money, so what kind of enmity can he have with the Shen family?

Song Dengyun had a bad time going out, and the horse he brought out was so weak that he was about to die not far from the city gate, which took him a lot of time. Later, he ran away and killed two horses. He has never experienced such hardship in the past twenty years, and only then did he realize that he really has unlimited potential.

- But it's too late.

He always wanted to have the best of both worlds, just like he liked Feng Jue and wanted Feng Jue to be happy, and it was the same at this time, he wanted to preserve Song Zhubo, but also hoped that Chong Xuan would not be killed.

Just as the Song family's position in the four major gates is not obvious, Feidu is also very low-key among the four capitals. When Song Dengyun suspected that he had only his last breath left, he finally rushed into the city gate of Feidu before the sunset gate, holding on to his hair. Soft legs dismounted.

Feidu is a flat plain, which seems to be out of tune with the Song family who came from a bandit, but the Song family did settle here, and it is not as grand as the Fenglou that the Feng family casually set up here.

Adjacent to the Phoenix Tower with carved beams and painted buildings is the slightly dilapidated Song family.

He remembered clearly that the most remote courtyard was Song Zhubo's residence.

When the lights came on, Song Dengyun tied the horse under the tree, flung the dust all over his body, and tried to climb up the fence. Suddenly, he heard the sound of rustling footsteps behind him. He subconsciously let go and jumped back to the ground, turning around. , Sure enough, not far away from the thousands of bright lights, a tall and tall figure was slowly walking towards him.

Song Dengyun collected himself and tried not to let his voice tremble: "...Brother Shen."

"It's too slow." Shen Zhongxuan said, his words were like a taunt between brothers, but his tone was full of alienation and indifference. Song Dengyun held his breath, leaning his back against the wall, and stammered, "Give me some time." ... just a little time..."

Zhong Xuan's expression was calm, but Song Dengyun was sure that there was infinite cruelty brewing in those bottomless eyes.

Chong Xuan said: "I also have something to ask."

"......what?"

Shen Zhongxuan didn't say any more, and took a few steps forward to grab his collar. The next second, both of them rose into the air, and jumped over the wall lightly and deftly, completely ignoring Song Dengyun's embarrassment when he climbed the wall alone.

The shadow of the tree under the moon was broken like a piece of sadness. When they landed, Song Zhubo was leaning against the courtyard gate, and the scattered shade of the tree was cast on his face, reflecting a mottled light and shadow that could not be spliced.

He was still dressed in black clothes, as dark as the night, and the distant stars were too dim to illuminate him at all.

Only the Wenhan knife that he was holding in his arms was as bright as ever, and in a trance, it was as clear as the moon.

Song Dengyun ran towards him as soon as he landed, completely forgetting how much he was afraid of this elder brother, and just tugged at his sleeve: "Brother, Brother Seven!"

Song Zhubo looked at him sideways, his eyebrows and eyes were silent: "You still know how to come back?"

"Leave me alone—brother, explain to Chongxuan quickly..." Song Dengyun tried to block his figure while talking, then lowered his voice and whispered cautiously, "Go quickly."

Song Zhubo didn't pay any attention, and looked straight at Zhongxuan. Shenzhong Xuan's face, which was still as calm as water, changed slightly, but he heard Song Zhubo chuckle, as gentle as a senior who can be seen everywhere, and even raised his hand, Gently stroked Song Dengyun's hair.

He is very tall, taller than Zhong Xuan and Song Dengyun, Zhong Xuan couldn't help but clenched the hilt of his sword, and asked, "Is it you?"

Song Zhubo looked at him, his expression returned to indifference, as if the laugh just now had nothing to do with him, only the hand resting on Song Dengyun's head proved his tenderness not long ago.

"...what do you want to ask me?"

Zhongxuan was not shy, and asked again: "Mr. Qingzheng said that the Lingmiao Duer Dan was a life-long painstaking effort of Jiang Shengshou. Lord Rudao handed it over to... my mother who left the teacher's gate and went down the mountain alone."

Song Zhubo's expression did not change, and he nodded: "She is a generation of heroes."

"......that is it?"

Song Zhubo struggled to pull the corners of his mouth, and tried to pull out a mocking smile, but the moment Shen Zhongxuan opened his mouth, he subconsciously turned his face away, unwilling to see those thin lips that were almost exactly the same as Meng Yanhan's.

He put down the hand stroking Song Dengyun, walked out of the shadow of the tree, his expression was as calm as if he was sure of victory, and he was no different from his usual self: "Lingmiao Duerdan is her relic, so it should be returned to you naturally."

"Then, why did it first appear on the prize list of the sword trial meeting held by the Song family?"

Shen Zhongxuan slowly drew out his long sword, tried his best to hold his breath, and asked: "...Did my mother die by your hands too?"

Song Zhubo looked at him, shook his head, and explained softly: "No, she handed it to me when she died."

That woman was born with the same weirdness as Xiao Shuhua. She survived the famine of a narrow escape, and the upright and gentle Pichenmen for more than ten years could hardly break her rebelliousness—she competed swords with Meng Wubei, and competed with Xiao Shuhua. Fighting wine, all kinds of rumors and absurdities in the thirteen states of the world, there is no situation that she dare not intervene.

She steps on the brightest blood, but her whole body is as clean as snow.

When such a blood Guanyin dies in his arms, there is a never-slack solitude between his brows.

She hugged her babbling child for the last time, blood spilled from her mouth, Meng Yanhan raised his head and looked at him with a painful expression, but his smile was as bright as when he was traveling in the rivers and lakes a few years ago:

"I have a pill that is said to save anyone from death, but it can't save me. It can be seen that Jiang Shengshou is nothing more than that."

"Are you here to collect the trash? Then I will send it to you too."

Song Zhubo slashed his knife, Shen Zhongxuan's red-eyed face was reflected on the knife surface, he closed his eyes, and said: "There is no need to look for it anymore. Shen Yunfu and Meng Yanhan were all killed by me."

"I killed your mother because of the clever Du Erdan, and I killed Shen Yunfu because he was trying to get revenge because he overestimated himself."

"I'll give you the medicine..." Song Zhubo sneered, "It's just a momentary thought, and you didn't cherish it."

Shen Zhongxuan clenched the sword, looked at him viciously, and confirmed for the last time: "Then why did you say three years ago that Ah Xing is not the only one who cares about me?"

Song Dengyun squeezed Song Zhubo's collar tightly anxiously: "Brother!"

"Too much nonsense." Song Zhubo couldn't answer, shook his head, and formally raised the long knife in his hand, "The name of the knife is cold, please."

Shen Zhongxuan closed his eyes, waved away the silhouette of the young man who handed him Lingmiao Duerdan three years ago, solemnly raised his long sword, and whispered, "The name of the sword is Hechen."

In an instant, the situation will change.

That night the full moon hung high, watching everything under the cold moonlight.

Feng Lin reined in her horse at the gate of Feidu City, frowned and looked at the full moon in the sky. The young monk behind her rode to catch up, dismounted, and handed him a porcelain vase respectfully.

Feng Lin poured out the only blood-red pill from the porcelain bottle, and stuffed it into her mouth without looking at it.

The little monk asked: "Amitabha. Feng Shaoxia, shall we go to Song's house now?"

"...No rush," Feng Lin asked, "Did you deliver Song Zhubo's medicine?"

"Give it away." The little monk paused, "But he often doesn't eat."

"Ridiculous." Feng Lin lowered her eyebrows and stroked the ribbon around her waist, "Then he is so heavy, he is really lucky."