small rivers and lakes

"Even men and women can admit their mistakes, saying you are trash, this is the greatest insult to trash," Jiubao sneered, looking down, looking at the bloody black sword edge against his throat, snorted coldly, "Zhu Xie Slaying demons with swords and eliminating sycophants, Dare to ask Daoist Xie, am I a demon or a sycophant?"

"It happened so suddenly, how offensive it is." Xie Qingwei put away the evil sword and looked at him, "Why are you here?"

Jiubao's face changed, and he didn't speak. A disciple of the head of the League got up from the ground, and suddenly pointed to a place and called out: "What is this?"

Someone lit an oil lamp, and when the lamp exploded, it illuminated the two coffins, and a piece of ashes fell silently from the incense sticks before the coffins.

Xie Qingwei glanced at the ground, and saw an overturned mud basin, the cold wind blowing into the door, rolled up unburned paper money and floated away.

The air is filled with burning smoke and a touch of sandalwood.

Anji's shoulder was pierced by a sword, and the warm blood that flowed out stained the golden brocade robe, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, he stared at the spiritual seat, and murmured as if in a dream: "Ms. Ming Taijun Qi... "

Xie Qing's eyes flickered: "Are you Bright Moonlight?"

Jiubao pursed her lower lip, remained silent for a while, then raised her eyes to glance at him, but still made no answer with a cold face.

"You must be Ming Yueguang," Xie Qing pondered slightly, "If Ming Yueguang escaped by chance, he should be your age by now, and with this spirit seat..."

The ironclad evidence is like a mountain, and nothing can overcome it.

Zhong Yi smiled heartily twice, walked over with his hands behind his back, blocked Jiu Bao behind him, and said to Xie Qingwei and the others indifferently: "It's just a trivial matter of offering sacrifices to the ancestors. Is it too much of a fuss for those who are openly fighting?"

"But... this is not an ordinary sacrifice," Anji said in a daze, "he...he is actually the moonlight, this..."

"Why is it unusual? Because his parents died tragically many years ago, so he is not even qualified to worship his ancestors? He also kicked over the brazier. If because of you, his parents can't receive paper money, this Winter Festival Under the new year, there is no money for food and clothing in the underworld, who is to blame for this?" Zhong Yi's eyes fell on the ground, and countless ashes were scattered beside the clay pot, and there was no open flame on the paper money, only a thread of fire spread silently .

Xie Qing whispered "Infinite Life Buddha", and looked at him: "Kicking over the brazier was really unintentional, the two fought fiercely just now, maybe they were in a hurry and offended the ancestors, it's just... why did Young Master Ming do that? To be your handmaid?"

"I still want to ask you guys," Zhong Yi pushed four, five, six, with his head held high like an indignant victim, and asked, "I just fell asleep, why did I open my eyes and order my maidservant for many years?" He has become the little Mr. Ming in your mouth? Who did this good thing? My maid is gone, are you responsible for compensation?"

"Don't mess around," Anji felt his head was as big as a bucket, as if he had been drilled into his brain by some vicious Gu insect, and his mind was turned upside down. He gritted his teeth and pressed his temples with both hands, and said in a low voice, "it's hard to do in snowy weather, but you guys I came here on the snow to worship the ancestors. I don’t know how Jiubao escaped from the Miemen case back then, but just imagine, a child with a long hair, who encountered the greatest tragedy in his life, shouldn’t his first reaction be to go to the Tianxiameng for help? Moreover, Heluo Mountain Villa is just outside Luoyang City, and it takes only two hours to ride a horse..."

Jiubao glanced at him coldly, and sneered: "Your door of Tianxiameng is inlaid with gold?"

"It is recorded in the dossier that President Meng once sent people to search nearby, but they couldn't find you," Anji frowned, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes, which sank into the bottom of his eyes in an instant, as if he had been killed. Suppressed by death, he looked at Jiubao, "It can be seen that you not only did not go to the Tianxiameng for help, but hid instead. A few months ago, the non-drunken wine shop of Jin Haixue also sent people to look for you, but you still dormant... ..."

"What does this mean? You have to come out if you look for me?" Jiu Bao snorted, "Are you my son?"

Anji was extremely depressed by his scolding, and he gave him a hard look, but there was no ruthlessness in his eyes, instead there were bursts of sadness, and he murmured: "This shows that you don't believe in Tianxiameng at all."

"Haha," Jiubao laughed loudly, "Your Tianxiameng door is neither inlaid with gold nor my son, so why should I trust you?"

"Why don't you trust us?"

The corners of Jiubao's lips curled up, revealing a sinister evil smile, leaning close to Anji's face, his eyes were as tricky as poisonous thorns, lingering presumptuously and frivolously on his face, and said with a smile: "My pampered young lord, Are you so stupid that you can't figure out why?"

The cold wind in the ancestral hall was biting, and the cheeks were icy cold, and the other party's fiery breath rushed up suddenly, causing Anji to shiver suddenly, and the pain that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly gushed out from his eyes, flooding his eyes.

Jiubao's words were like a cruel finger, piercing the window paper of everyone's hearts. Those who followed the young leader were all smart and elite disciples.

——What made a young boy not believe in Mr. Meng?

——It must be Mr. Meng who scares him.

Anji's mouth was full of bitterness, and he thought blankly how wonderful it would be if this was a nightmare, just now he didn't go out to use the toilet, didn't smell the wisp of sandalwood, didn't chase after him curiously... didn't realize that the nine buds are the bright moonlight, how wonderful it would be good?

But all this happened, as if a basin of hot water was poured into the snow, fertilizing the snow and revealing the dirty soil that had been carefully buried under the snow.

He stared at the spirit tablet with flickering handwriting under the lamplight in a trance, his mind was in a mess: Dad must be involved in this matter, if he was smarter, he should use some means to cover up the truth and keep the face of Tianxiameng and Dad...

However, people who practice martial arts should be kind, benevolent, courageous, courteous, loyal and trustworthy. How can they deceive all beings for their own self-interest?

He raised his eyes to look at Jiubao, his voice was hoarse, and he murmured with difficulty: "Heluo Mountain Villa has no signs of being breached from the outside. The reason why you don't trust Tianxiameng is because the person who destroyed your entire family...is inseparable from Tianxiameng..."

"That's right." Jiu Bao narrowed his eyes slightly, quite surprised. He thought that this trash would unreasonably favor Tianxiameng, but unexpectedly he could be impartial and upright. Although he looked like he was crying, he was also impartial. Telling the truth... Hehe, this little trash has some meaning.

"Who exactly is it?" Anji said hoarsely, "Who cheated and opened the gate of the villa back then?"

Jiubao sneered sarcastically, his voice was like crying and laughing, like a ghost, and said softly: "I just started practicing swords that year, and I only remember that man's sword light was dazzling, as gorgeous as a galaxy hanging upside down, and there was another person, Embroidered gold fur, purple gold crown, sword like a white rainbow, straight through Ziwei..."

"Impossible!" Anji exclaimed, furious, "Stop talking nonsense! How could it be them?"

"Why not?" Zhong Yi said coldly, "Back then, Ming Qi was ranked among the top five men in the world, and she was as famous as Aunt Le. Naturally, her martial arts were not low, but the murderer was able to wipe out her family overnight, except for Chang Fengjun and An Guang. Xia, is there anyone else in the Tianxia League who can do it?"

"No! No! It can't be them!" Anji's eyes widened, and his eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one in horror. He rushed forward and grabbed a disciple's shoulder. Dad, right?"

Senior Brother Li was speechless: "This..."

"It can't be Daddy!" Anji threw himself next to Senior Brother Li and grabbed another person, "Uncle Liu, tell me, you have a high moral character, I only trust you."

Uncle Liu was full of embarrassment, and stammered: "Ji'er, the leader of the alliance may... have some difficulties..."

"Difficulties, yes, difficulties..." Anji murmured in despair. Suddenly, his thick eyelashes trembled, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Young leader," a disciple of the head of the alliance comforted in a low voice, "There are some things that have to be done. If you don't do it, there may be more serious consequences. After all, once you succeed, you will die."

"It's different! Daddy is different!" Anji yelled angrily, covered his mouth in pain, trembled all over, and let out a dull cry from his fingers, "He is the leader of the alliance. The leader of the world for the public!"

Xie Qing said "Infinite Life Buddha" in a low voice, raised his eyes to look at Jiubao, his cold eyes did not have any waves, and said calmly: "There is one thing that I can't figure out in Pingdao. The four characters restrain disciples and never allow disputes, so why offend Master An and Pavilion Master Chang, leading to the destruction of the family?"

"That's true," said a disciple of the head of the alliance, "the leader of the alliance has no reason to do such a thing. I heard that the master of Ming Zhuang had studied with him in the same discipline before his death. It is reasonable to say that it is too late to protect it. How could he turn against him?"

Another person cautiously guessed: "Could it be a competition for martial arts secrets?"

"Impossible, the leader's Ziwei swordsmanship is already invincible in the world, why come to snatch the secret book of Heluo Villa?"

"Then what's the matter?"

Zhong Yi raised her hand to cover her mouth, coughed lightly, and glanced at Jiu Bao calmly.

Jiu Bao nodded, suddenly turned her back to the crowd, unbuttoned her skirt, and slowly took off half of her clothes, revealing a thin, broad back.

The cold wind blows snowballs into the ancestral hall, blows the flames in the oil lamp, and under the light of the flickering lights, small black characters are densely written on Jiubao's white back.

Anji looked through the eyes full of tears, and suddenly his whole body trembled, he raised his hand violently, wiped away the tears from his eyes, and fixed his eyes on his back.

Jiubao said indifferently: "This tattoo has been with me for ten years, Master Punisher, you have extraordinary eyesight, please read it for everyone, what kind of absurd statement is this ink stain on the back."

Xie Qing responded slightly, walked forward, looked down at his shocking back, and the voice of jade came slowly: "In the 38th year of Xingyuan, An Guangsha came back from an overseas trip, and he gained half the mind, and his martial arts greatly improved. The law is incomplete, and I have gone crazy for several times. Five years later, I led several people back to the island. The islanders are no different from the Central Plains, but they are all nine-toed. The master Zhong Li Mingyue was clattering, skinned and boned, and he died without uttering a word. Everyone swore to keep their mouths shut, but our crime cannot be punished. I have suffered from years of conscience torture, and I want to announce this matter to the world, even if I bear a thousand swords Cutting to pieces, going to hell in the pool of blood, and suffering all kinds of sufferings, it will not be able to repay half of the innocent souls of the islanders."

The sound of the last word drifted in the cold wind, and everyone remained motionless, unable to escape from the shock for a long time.

The sky was about to brighten, and the gloomy clouds turned dark blue, but the wind and snow picked up. The cold wind howled, blowing into the door, blowing out the oil lamps, and the whole ancestral hall was plunged into half-light and half-darkness. Shaking, the dark handwriting is creepy.

After a long while, a disciple of the leader of the alliance seemed to wake up from a big dream. He took a deep breath and said hesitantly: "The leader of the alliance...in order to silence? It's just...is the article on the back true?"

Jiu Bao put back his clothes, turned around and stared at him: "Do you suspect that I'm cheating?"

"There will be no fakes." A breathless voice sounded from the side.

Jiubao looked at Anji in surprise, and sneered: "But you know?"

Anji murmured: "The handwriting on this back has been completely deformed, obviously it has been tattooed for many years..."

"That's right," Jiu Bao said, "It was tattooed on my back by my mother in a hurry when your good father slaughtered my fellow disciples. It has been ten years since now."

Anji closed his eyes painfully.

It snowed heavily for another three days. After three days, everyone walked out of Heluo Mountain Villa with different expressions. Anji got on his horse and looked at Jiubao from a distance: "The truth has been revealed. I will report this matter to the President of the League when I go back to seek justice. .”

"Thank you." Jiubao said lightly.

Zhong Yi drove the horse over, and asked in a deep voice, "What does the Young Leader think is fair?"

Anji's eyes tightened, and his scarlet eyes were full of excruciating pain. He tightened his grip on the reins, looked at the people opposite, and said with difficulty: "My father has committed a heinous crime, and ten thousand deaths will not pay for this heinous crime. However, my father's kindness is like a mountain. I am willing to die with my own body.”

"Fart!" Jiubao was furious suddenly, leaping up, like a nimble big cat, suddenly threw him off the horse, choked his throat with his fingers and pressed it into the snow, growled, "You little boy!" How much is a life worth, can it be worth the dog's life of An Guangsha?"

Anji lay under him like a dead dog without any resistance, muttering, "He is my father..."

"What about my father?" Jiubao stared at his face, and found that the waste was so emaciated in just three days, his thin cheeks were buried in the snow, without a trace of blood, almost as white as The color of snow.

"Young master Ming!" Xie Qingwei pulled Anji out from under him, looked up at Jiubao, and said softly, "The young master is justifiable in his ruthless mood. Please calm down, young master Ming. Sect, clarify this matter, announce An Guangsha's crimes to the world, and order him to be punished."

Jiubao nodded: "Thank you for punishing the evil sword master."

On the way back to the city, no one said a word, and the pain enveloped the crowd. Anji sat on the horse with his back straight, and looked ahead indifferently.

"Young leader," a disciple of the leader of the alliance rushed up and asked worriedly, "Are you really going to blame the leader?"

Anji bit his lower lip hard, raised his eyes, and saw from a distance that the blue bricks and black tiles of the Tianxia League were covered with snow, like a goshawk imprisoned in a snow prison in the white snow, unable to fly.

The disciple said anxiously: "The lord has made so many contributions to the righteous way of martial arts, without him, how could the world be as peaceful as it is now?"

Anji shook his head, and said softly, "You can't offset a person's bad deeds with his good deeds, that's not right."

"There are priorities, and everything depends on trade-offs, young lord, you must be clear about it," the disciple glanced at Xie Qingwei, and found that his figure on horseback was far away from the others, so he approached and lowered his voice, "Now Only a few of us know about it, these colleagues are your confidantes, you can rest assured, and Xie Qingwei's side...he is alone, but it's just for everyone to save face, so there is nothing to be afraid of..."

Anji suddenly turned his head to look at him: "What do you want to say?"

"Don't yell!" The disciple hurriedly shouted, "According to my subordinates, it is related to the overall situation of martial arts and must be suppressed. There are only three people on Jiubao's side. Even if they like high martial arts, they are weak after all. It is not as good as ours." people……"

"Bastard!" Anji was furious, and suddenly pulled out his long sword, and the blade pierced through the severe cold and landed on his neck.

"Young leader?" The crowd didn't know what was going on with the two of them, they were shocked and rode their horses to gather together.

Anji looked at the disciple coldly, gritted his teeth, and said, "I finally understand why Jiubao has to hold back until now to tell the whole story. If I tell you earlier, I'm afraid I'll be assassinated by you long ago. Listen to me, if you dare If you speak such evil words, I will kill you first!"

The disciple exclaimed, "Are you really going to be charged with patricide because of that Jiubao?"

"I have my own plan." After finishing speaking, Anji put his sword back into its sheath, raised his whip and whipped it hard, the horse whipped up the snow, and rushed into the majestic gate of Tianxiameng.

When Zhong Yi and others returned to the inn, Le Qishu happened to come out with an empty bowl, looked at them with a smile, and said joyfully, "Zixuan is awake!"

"Ah..." Le Wuyou was stunned for a moment, "I'll go and have a look."

"No need," Le Qishu held him back, "drinking the medicine and falling asleep again, did your ancestor worship go well? Is the dry food you brought enough? Hey, let me guess, Ah Jue must have saved his rations and gave it to him. Don't worry, Xiao Jiubao is so greedy, who would have thought that the heavy snow would fall for three days in a row, come on, I ordered Beggar Chicken at Zuixianglou, it's still hot!"

"Yeah, beggar's chicken is my favorite!" Jiu Bao smiled.

Le Qishu looked at his face suspiciously: "Why does Xiao Jiubao seem to have something on his mind?"

"Encountered some unhappy things," Zhong Yi rubbed the top of Jiubao's head with his big hands, and patted his back, "If you are tired, go back to the room to rest for a while, and the beggar chicken will keep it for you."

Jiubao responded, saluted Le Qishu, and went to rest first.

Le Qishu looked at his back blankly: "Is this kid okay?"

"Don't worry, it's alright."

"It's fine, there is no obstacle in the world." Le Qishu sighed for a moment, and the corners of her brows and eyes suddenly flashed with joy, "Zixuan is awake. He died suddenly the day before yesterday, but it scared me That's right, I hurriedly tried my best to protect my heart, if he doesn't wake up today, my heart will be broken..."

Le Wuyou pursed her lips: "I don't even know who your son is. I was frozen in the snow for several hours, but in the end your heart is full of Zixuan, hum!"

"Oh, my little ancestor is angry?" Le Qishu reached out and pinched his cheeks and tugged, "Zixuan is the son of my best friend, so he is the same as you. Come on, I know you are suffering from the cold. I just boiled a pot of old wine, drinking it to warm my body."

The two followed her to the table and sat down. Le Wuyou picked up the jug and filled it up for the three of them, humming as if he was still angry: "I don't care, let him call your mother in the future, I will call you mother." Aunt Le is gone!"

"Hey, you little bear!" Le Qishu scratched his nose.

Le Wuyou laughed immediately, held the wine glass to his lips, took a deep breath, the rich aroma of the wine came to his nostrils, winked his eyes at Zhong Yi, and said with a smile: "Look, Aunt Le has kept another good wine , if I hadn't been jealous of Zixuan, she wouldn't be willing to give us such good wine."

"You obviously deserve a beating!" Le Qishu raised her eyebrows.

Zhong Yi laughed out loud, and while drinking, told Le Qishu the most important things that happened in Heluo Villa, and finally shook her head and sighed: "Jiubao is unhappy about this."

Le Qishu bit her wine glass and thought for a moment: "I don't know that child Anji very well, but I know his mother very well."

"You mean Mrs. Chang?"

"That's right," Le Qishu said, "Chang Xiangyi seems to be innocent and willful, but in fact she has a deep scheming heart. If she can teach her wholeheartedly, An Ji will not grow up to be as shameless as An Guangsha."

Zhong Yi said: "Even though An Ji is a dude, his heart is not bad, unlike his father."

"That's good," Le Qishu sighed, "I didn't expect so many things to happen when you went out. Jiubao is actually a bright moonlight... I should have thought that this child is so similar to his father. He has been disguised as a woman, because he is afraid of being found out?"

Zhong Yi smiled wryly and nodded: "His biological father is from Xianming Mountain City, and his blood relationship has always been overbearing. No matter who he marries, the child will always be more similar to himself."

Le Wuyou looked at his face with a full smile: "Your facial features are so beautiful, Ling Ciding is a great beauty who can overwhelm the country and the city."

Anyone who is praised by his lover will feel happy, Zhong Yi couldn't hold back the smile on his lips, and reached out to touch the corner of his eyes: "Ayou is handsome, sometimes I really want to see your parents , see what kind of amazingly talented pair of Bi people can make you so handsome."

Le Qishu was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, thought of something, and sighed softly.