Jianling

When Meng Wubei returned from Mingzhou, he also received a letter from Wen Zhumi, saying that they were going back to Yundu, but they also rushed to nothing, and came to ask Meng Wubei how the harvest was.

Of course Meng Wubei would not respond, he knew that Wen Zhumi had sent people to follow him all the time, but he was not Xiao Shuhua, and he really didn't want to attack innocent people, so he just burned the letter to ashes with the bonfire that was lit in the countryside just now.

He rushed from Huadu to Mingzhou, traveling neither fast nor slow, and drove his horse all the way. It took him half a month to get there, and he stayed in Mingzhou for another month, but he never found out about Xiao Shuhua's whereabouts.After all, it was a huge Mingzhou, and he didn't even know which county Meng Lang's hometown was in.

Or he was also secretly afraid of bumping into Xiao Shuhua - Xiao Shuhua said that he would not give him face again, what does that mean?

The next time we meet, will it be a real fight?

Meng Wubei couldn't imagine, he was not even sure if he could draw the sword.

He could not respond to Xiao Shuhua's absurd feelings, but he never dared to despise the other party because of it, and even felt even more ashamed, ashamed that he had given Xiao Shuhua such an impression, ashamed that he and Xiao Shuhua would not meet each other in the end.

He remembered Xiao Shuhua's flirtatious and bright eyebrows when he was 17 years old, he remembered the ferocious whip marks on Xiao Shuhua's white back, he remembered the half mask that Xiao Shuhua put on his face when he flew onto the sword-testing platform, he remembered Xiao Shuhua smiled at him , with crooked eyebrows and slightly parted thin lips, all he said was those absurd but fascinating visions.

"Since you and I are both lonely people, why don't we bother others, and just make do with letting each other down?"

Meng Wubei suddenly realized that it turned out that the prophecy had been fulfilled back then, and he and Xiao Shuhua had really been working together for so many years, but they could not escape the result of "letting go".

The so-called cause and effect, nothing more than the case.

He rode through Mingzhou, spent a lot of time in Yangchuan, and then spent a lot of time in the other states, and almost traveled all over the thirteen states.

Because he is dressed in white and has an outstanding appearance, he has done some good deeds that are insignificant to him on a daily basis, and he has gained a lot of fame when he walks in the world—at least when people mention Baopuzi, it is no longer like it was in the past few years , I just remember that this person is a good friend of Shou Zhenjun.

Baopuzi's Jianling swordsmanship is unique and unparalleled in the world. It is impossible to tell what school he is from, only that he is outstanding in martial arts and heroic.

Even at the age when Shou Zhenjun was rarely called "Shou Zhenjun" anymore, many people had no idea of ​​their past.

Meng Wubei happened to pass by a teahouse once and heard a storyteller spitting about Xiao Shuhua's anecdotes. ——"Monster", "Xiao Mooren", "Xiao Crazy".

Meng Wupei thought, Xiao Shuhua said that he was different from him, so would Xiao Shuhua be sad when he heard these names?

Most likely not, Xiao Shuhua would only kill all those who were dissatisfied with him.

In the eyes of everyone, the generous Baopuzi is chasing and killing Xiao for the sake of peace in the world, and Xiao is so cunning that he has never been caught by Baopuzi so far.

So the world became a chessboard, and the rivers and lakes became a stalemate.

Xiao Shuhua killed more and more people, Wen Zhumi sent letters more and more urgently, when Meng Wubei saw Xiao Shuhua's arrest warrant in Yangchuan, he suddenly felt amused.

The 17-year-old Xiao Shuhua couldn't even escape from the pursuit of the Wen family siblings, but now Xiao Shuhua has regarded the world as nothing.

Everyone hated him, and tacitly acquiesced to Xiao Shuhua's number one status in the world. Although everyone cursed him to die, no one really dared to provoke a lunatic like Xiao Shuhua—except Meng Wu sad.

At least the Baopuzi in everyone's heart dared to provoke Xiao Shuhua.

Meng Wupei thought to himself, but he didn't really dare.

But no matter what, what he had learned since he was a child was to rely on the three-foot sword in his hand to pacify the thirteen states in the world.

Meng Wubei swore to the death not to forget.

This stalemate lasted for two years.

Poor Baopuzi has been chasing someone Xiao's whereabouts day and night, and he is always thousands of miles away from him just right, never being able to catch up with the first scene of encircling and suppressing someone Xiao.

And the three major families pull their own flags, which is difficult to achieve.

Until Wen Zhumi wrote in a recent letter that when it first snowed in Yundu, someone saw Feng Qingchen in the city.

Meng Wubei knew a thing or two about Feng Qingchen's identity, but Wen Zhumi probably didn't know, so he kindly invited him to go find Feng Qingchen together, to see if he could find out Xiao Shuhua's whereabouts.

Meng Wupei sighed inwardly, perhaps Feng Qingchen would turn around and ask them where Feng Shenshan's coffin was buried.

But at the end of the letter, it was written that Xiao Shuhua had appeared in Feidu recently.

Meng Wubei burned the letter as usual, calmly brushed off the snow and dust from his clothes, led the snow-white steed that had been with him for a long time, and when he got on the horse, he saw a crumbling star in the dark night.

That star has always been bright and bright since he could remember, but it has been dimming day by day since the past few years. Today, it looks trembling like never before, and it is obviously in danger.

Everyone was speculating what Xiao Shuhua's intention was when he came to Feidu, but Meng Wubei felt the almost suffocating horror for the first time after he caught a glimpse of the star.

But he rode his horse all the way, and when he was still a few steps away from the city gate of Feidu, the city gate of Feidu was wide open, and Aihong passed through on Pichen Mountain.

On the silver-clad Bichen Mountain, the disciples of the Pichen sect were all dressed in white clothes, sweeping the mountain silently and solemnly, before Meng Wubei entered the city, he suddenly felt his legs go weak.

The death knell rang throughout the silent night, and Taoist Qing Zheng received Meng Wubei who came from afar when the moon was in the sky.

"Xiao Shuhua and senior brother are the ones who made the battle invitation, regardless of life or death." Qing Zheng bit his lip and said softly, "Because... the first disciple was going down the mountain at the age of 17... so Pindao just came back, and he couldn't stop senior brother before. .”

Meng Wubei asked: "Your Majesty has worked hard."

Qing Zheng shook her head, feeling that the person in front of her was extraordinarily special, but she was also very uncomfortable, so she just said, "It's not too difficult."

Meng Wusai remained silent.

It was not difficult to go down the mountain, but it became so difficult only after meeting Xiao Shuhua.

"Senior brother has always wanted to talk to you, but his health is getting worse and worse, and he can't travel far, and you never come to Feidu."

Meng Wubei nodded, he has indeed been guilty all these years, and never dared to take half a step into Feidu.

Before Xiao Shuhua separated from him, he had been thinking that when he mastered Lingling swordsmanship, he would come to Qingru Daojun to have a hand-to-hand conversation, apologize to him, and prove to him that after leaving the Pichenmen, he was not real. Nothing.

But today's Jianling swordsmanship still has flaws, but Qingru Daojun can no longer wait for him to show off childishly.

Qing Zheng twisted his fingers, and said slowly: "When he gave the order to beat you, he was very guilty and distressed."

Meng Wubei was stunned for a moment, then shook his head lightly: "Xiao Shuhua has carried a lot for me."

He didn't call him "Pimpedao" again, as if he was deliberately dividing the relationship with the Pichenmen.

Qing Zheng also shook his head: "It's not just that time. You suffered for Wuchen when you were four years old. The senior brother didn't know that Wuchen broke the porcelain bottle, so he hit you. He wants to apologize for it. You accidentally lost it when you were nine years old. Wuhuan, he was so angry that he beat you, but in fact, Wuhuan himself hid on purpose to prevent us from finding him. He wants to apologize for that. You learned the Nine Swords of Pichen when you were 12 years old. The more afraid he was, he would apologize for hitting you. Then he was 17 years old, and he was jealous of Xiao Shuhua, angry that you didn't want him because of Xiao Shuhua, beat you again, and kicked you out, he wanted to apologize for that. "

Meng Wubei was completely stunned. Facing Shang Qingzheng's clear eyes, he knew that Qingzheng would never lie, and it was impossible for Qingzheng to remember what happened when he was four years old—these were really Qingru Daojun To leave him with words.

For this series of weird and inexplicable apologies, he even wondered why Meng Wubei never came to Feidu.

Qing Zheng lowered his head, scratched his nails involuntarily, and said in a low voice, "If you had seen senior brother for the last time earlier, maybe senior brother would be very happy."

"...Feel sorry."

"It's his own fault. Brother...and I always thought that it was brother who did something wrong." Qing Zheng thought for a while, then whispered, "Can you forgive him?"

Meng Wubei lost his mind for a moment, staring blankly at Qing Zheng's cautious expression. He could hear Qing Zheng's expectation and hope when he said this, and the peaceful and stable aura on her body was the same as that in his first memory, the one that took him away. The Daoist who was hugging and coaxing softly in his arms was exactly the same.

Qingru Daojun lived his life peacefully and peacefully. He was different from Feng Chenshan, who was in charge of the overall situation, and also different from the sophisticated Song Mingyun. He didn't go down the mountain often, but his friends were all over the world. His integrity was never beyond reproach.

Meng Wubei remembered that his most proud wish when he was young was to become a gentle and firm person like Qingru Daojun in the future.

Meng Wubei shook his head again, and said softly but firmly, "I have never complained."

Qingzheng felt relieved, wept with joy and raised his hand to wipe his eyes, but suddenly remembered something, and said sadly: "But Wuhuan must have complained."

"Why did Wu Huan leave the division?"

"...She asked for it herself." Qing Zheng said softly, "She has always been very determined, and so are you...but in the end she asked me to be in charge of the Pichen Sect."

"You will do well."

Qing Zheng smiled and said, "If the senior brother is willing to bless me in the spirit of heaven."

As a distinguished guest, Meng Wubei lingered in Pichen Mountain for three days, sent Qing Ru Daojun off for the last time in person, and finally got a brand new letter from Wen Zhumi.

It was written in the letter that Xiao Shuhua had arrived in Huadu, and he announced that he would take the head of the royal family.

Meng Wubei burned the letter to ashes, kowtowed three times for the last time in front of the Pichen Mountain Gate, then turned around and reined in his horse, swung his whip and went straight to Huadu.

He finally fulfilled Xiao Shuhua's wish willingly.

From Huadu to Huadu.