small rivers and lakes

This altar of mulberry wine was mellow and sweet, full of stamina, and he drank it happily without worrying about getting drunk. When he walked out of the broken courtyard, Granny Hairpin suddenly asked: "Master Zhong, do you know that you have a bright future when you are young?"

Zhong Yi paused, and replied, "Yes."

"Do you know that what he is planning is extremely dangerous?"

"Know."

"Do you know that if you lose, you will die and live?"

"Know."

"Are you still willing to go through fire and water with him and die generously?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Zhong Yi looked down at the man in his arms, and smiled softly: "People in the world want so much, such as gold, silver and jewellery, silk and satin, fame and fortune, glory and wealth...but the mundane world is like a dream bubble. , I like that in this life, I don’t pursue fame, I don’t pursue profit, I don’t love money, I don’t like lust, and what I seek is only love and righteousness.”

"Love... righteousness..." Granny Hairpin read in a low voice, then raised her voice suddenly, and asked sharply, "But you met this son by chance, and we are not strangers. If you lose your life for him this time, you really won't regret it." meaning?"

"I only regret that I am not good at learning, and I can't accompany him to complete this long journey of life." Zhong Yi looked up at the misty moonlight in the night sky, and said generously, "Life, what I want, righteousness, and what I want, both I can’t have both, I’m willing to sacrifice my life for righteousness.”

"Sacrificing one's life for righteousness...is it for righteousness?"

The person in his arms sank, Le Wuyou was top-heavy, shook his head vigorously, and asked confusedly: "What... are you talking about?"

"We're saying goodbye," Zhong Yi answered him gently, and then said to Granny Zanhua, "It's for righteousness, and it's also for love."

Grandma Hairpin was startled, then laughed three times: "Okay, okay, okay!"

With a wave of her sleeves, there was a creaking sound in the silent moonlit night, the thick wooden door with mottled vermilion paint was slowly closed, and an old voice came from behind the door: "Let's go, maybe we will meet again soon."

Walking out of the narrow alley, the night sky suddenly brightened, Zhong Yi supported Le Wuyou, and the two slowly walked back to the inner city.

Le Wuyou staggered and walked, and suddenly laughed, and suddenly shed tears while laughing.

Zhong Yi looked at him calmly.

Le Wuyou stopped in her tracks, held the Zhihuang, and unsheathed the dagger with a bang, the sword's edge was cold, and the moonlight illuminated the carving of the tung flower and young phoenix on the sword.

He lowered his head, struggled away from his blurred drunken eyes, looked at his sword with tears and smiles, his lips trembling uncontrollably, and after a while, he murmured: "Back then... when I saved Su Yuhen, did I really do it?" wrong?"

"No," Zhong Yi said softly, "You did nothing wrong."

"But the two lives of Fengmanlou 170 are all on my back, it's so heavy..."

"There are culprits who will bear the lives of these people who died in vain." Zhong Yi turned his head and looked to the northwest, only to see the clear night sky, and the tall buildings of Tianxiameng, like a giant eagle about to fly, perched on the north bank of Luoshui.

"Boom—boom! Boom! It's three o'clock, it's safe and sound..." There was the sound of a watchman's clapper in the distance, and two watchmen walked around the street with lanterns.

In this dynasty, the folk customs were open, and there was no curfew in Luoyang, so the night market was very prosperous. However, in recent years, wars have occurred frequently, and even Luoyang had to start a curfew.

To avoid wasting words, Zhong Yi picked up Le Wuyou and jumped onto the roof.

The watchman only felt a gust of wind blowing past his face, as if he saw a white shadow, and after a blink of an eye, there was nothing there. He muttered to himself that he was dazzled by the elderly, and continued to walk forward listlessly, tapping his clapper.

Le Wuyou was drunk, but still conscious, he felt Zhong Yi hugging him horizontally, his arms were warm and strong, hugging himself tightly to his chest.

Since I can remember, no one has hugged me for a long time.

He is Le Qishu's son, Feng Manlou's first disciple, a scion of a famous family in Jinling, and a bright future in the martial arts world.What lingers around is envy, dependence, hope... and regret.

But no one has ever hugged himself in his arms like this, like holding a rare treasure for a lifetime, waiting for ten years, never leaving.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, he clenched Zhong Yi's skirt tightly, nestled in his arms with peace of mind, and closed his eyes unsuspectingly.

When returning to the inn, Zhong Yi was surprised to find that the guy in his arms had fallen asleep.

The room was lit with candles, Zhong Yi put Le Wuyou on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover it tightly, but was reluctant to leave, sat gently on the side of the bed, and looked at him greedily by the flickering candle sleeping face.

Le Wuyou slept very restlessly, Junxiu's brows were unconsciously furrowed, Zhong Yi raised her hand, and soft fingertips landed between his brows, gently smoothing her brows.

Pa... The lights exploded, and there was the sound of clappers beating the watch in the distance. It was already the fourth watch.

Zhong Yi leaned over and kissed his eyelids, then turned and left.

One hand grabbed the hem of the shirt.

Zhong Yi turned her head abruptly, only to see Le Wuyou was still asleep, her fingers unconsciously clutching the hem of his clothes tightly, and her brows that had just been smoothed were frowned again.

"Alas..." Zhong Yi sighed, sat back on the edge of the bed again, and reached out to gently rub the center of his brow.

Le Wuyou suddenly grabbed his hand, slowly placed it next to his face, rubbed it twice affectionately, with a peaceful smile on his lips, and murmured: "Mother..."

The high candle was flickering, illuminating his blush and drunken face, Zhong Yi looked at him softly, touched his face with his fingertips, and said softly: "Sleep, I am here."

Le Wuyou hummed in his sleep and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun, and the bright sun came in from the window and fell on the big bed, Le Wuyou opened his eyes silently, and suddenly stopped.

I saw Zhong Yi lying in front of the bed in an extremely uncomfortable position, with one hand under her face, and the other hand was tightly held in the palm of her hand.

——What did I do when I was drunk? ? ?

Le Wuyou hastily let go of her hand.

Zhong Yi woke up as soon as she moved, opened her eyes, and showed a smile brighter than the sun: "Ayou, you are awake!"

"Ah... yes, I'm awake... I'm awake." Le Wuyou tried her best to control the panic in her heart, and looked at him calmly, "That...Master Zhong, last night..."

"Who is Hall Master Zhong?" Zhong Yi dug his ears.

"Yes, yes, Ah Jue," Le Wuyou's sleepy heart softened, and immediately changed his words in a polite manner, "Ah Jue, the old man was a little too drunk last night, didn't it hurt you?"

Zhong Yi frowned, with a deathly gloomy expression on his face, and said in a hateful voice: "You hurt me deeply."

"Ah?" Le Wuyou's expression blanked instantly.

Seeing this guy's stupefied stupidity, Zhong Yi couldn't help laughing, and tried to keep a straight face and said: "You were so drunk last night, and you didn't even have sex after drinking. Hmph, Mr. Le is really self-restraining!"

Le Wuyou was stunned: "No... nothing messed up?"

Zhong Yi straightened her tight skirts, and complained: "Not only did she not have sex after drinking, she actually called me a mother! It's simply unreasonable!"

Hearing that the two are still so innocent, Le Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands, and said nonchalantly: "So what if I call you mother twice, next time I ask you to call me back, you can call me dad."

"...Are you deliberately taking advantage of me?"

The two walked out of the inn, sat at a small stall by the side of the road and drank a bowl of hot thick Hu spicy soup.

There was a din of people outside, Le Wuyou looked up and saw pedestrians leaning on both sides of the road to make way for a passage on the bustling street.

A group of rivers and lakes with swords passed by on the street.

Zhong Yi said: "Presumably they are all here to participate in the martial arts conference."

As soon as the words fell, there was another thunderous sound of horseshoes. The two followed the sound and looked west, only to see this group of people approaching menacingly, and the dust and sand raised up covered the sky.

The diner next to him said: "It's so powerful, I don't know which sect it is from."

While speaking, the galloping horses had already passed by the street like a gust of wind. The leader was dressed in dark blue brocade robes, jade belts and golden crowns. And go.

"Did you see that, that is Chang Fengjun, the master of Tomorrow Pavilion," a diner said loudly, "and An Guangsha, the leader of Tianxia League, are sworn brothers. The two martial arts are rampant in the world, and no one can match them."

Another person sneered: "Blow it, I heard that when the moon eclipsed night to kill demons, these two joined forces, but they couldn't defeat the big demon Su Yuhen."

"You also know that he is a big devil?" The man hummed, "Can you be called a devil if you don't have high martial arts skills? But even though you haven't beaten Su Yuhen, you have captured the little devil alive."

"You mean Su Yuhen's son?" The speaker didn't know what to think of, lowered his voice, and said in a very complicated tone, "I heard that the little devil was only 14 years old when he was executed. It's really pitiful and pathetic. ah."

The other person also lowered his voice: "Who said he was born in the Devil's Valley, the son of the great devil? Tsk tsk, I was in Luoyang on the day of the execution, and I saw it with my own eyes. After three days and three nights, it was still the same as usual. The pavilion master personally supervised the punishment."

"Su Yu hated that big devil, and he was really ruthless," the man said angrily, "Even so, he just hid and didn't show up."

"It's really useless to be a father," beside the two of them, another thin man wearing a veiled hat laughed frivolously, "It's true that three thousand three hundred and three pieces of hob meat were sliced, and I still taste Got a piece."

The diners were shocked and asked curiously, "What's the taste?"

The skinny man snorted: "Raw meat is too fishy."

Le Wuyou frowned slightly, and squinted at the past, just so happened that the man also looked up, the autumn wind raised the veil of the veil, revealing clear eyebrows, and a very shallow scarlet birthmark on the forehead.

The man raised the corners of his lips, smiled evilly at him, and lowered his head again.