small rivers and lakes

Zuixianglou’s beggar’s chicken has a unique flavor. It’s not stuffed with condiments such as nap slices, ham, and shiitake mushrooms like other shops. It’s only wrapped with a layer of lotus leaves. At the bottom of the river, the distiller's grains of Shangsangluojiu are roasted with pine needles and bamboo leaves. The wine is full-bodied and the fragrance of pine and bamboo is fragrant. When the soil is smashed, the rich chicken fragrance gushes out, and the sweetness of lotus leaves makes the chicken oil as bright as honey. Sugar, crisp and tender to the bone, even a fairy would move his index finger.

Half of the chicken went into Jiubao's five internal organs temple. After eating it, it wiped its mouth, looked up to the sky and let out a long breath of foul air, as if exhaling all the depression in its stomach.

Le Wuyou held a wine glass with a beautiful face, and looked at him with a smile: "You eat three people's share by yourself, if you don't practice hard in the future, let's see how Ah Jue will deal with you."

"I know! I know!" Jiubao grinned, grabbed the wine glass and took a sip of wine, "Although my martial arts are not very good, I'm still better than that little trash like Anji."

Le Wuyou snorted: "Why don't you find a good comparison? Anji is also quite amazing, his father An Guangsha's Ziwei swordsmanship ranks first in the martial arts list, why is he so useless?"

Zhong Yi smiled slightly when he heard the words: "I heard that An Guangsha's martial arts were mediocre at first, but after going to sea to practice, his martial arts improved greatly."

"That's right," Le Qishu said, "The wind and rain don't change, and the world is an alliance. The alliance of the world has lasted for 400 years, and it has never been good at martial arts. Since its establishment, it was aimed at maintaining the stability of the world, so the selection of disciples focuses on 'getting things. Correctness', not the level of martial arts."

"An Guangxia went out to sea to find the peerless martial arts, and changed it into the Ziwei swordsmanship. Although the skill has greatly increased, but the mind is incomplete," Zhong Yi sneered, "For many years, he has frequently retreated, but he has gone mad several times. This kind of martial arts How could he pass it on to his beloved only son? Therefore, Anji should only learn superficially, without touching the core of Ziwei swordsmanship."

Jiubao muttered: "I don't know if that little trash knows about this..."

So what if you know?He is his father!Anji stood in front of the sword stand, staring at the quaint crape myrtle sword, his heart seemed to be filled with withered grass, and his heart was full of desolation.

There were unhurried footsteps outside the door, Anji turned his head, and saw a familiar tall figure stepping in the door, Qianjinqiu and Zijinguan, with a resolute and compassionate face, majestic and majestic.

He raised his hands and arched his chest, bent down deeply, suppressed the grief in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Daddy, you are back."

"Why, what's on your mind?" An Guangsha sat behind the desk and looked at him with concern, "Why are your eyes red?"

An Ji stood in front of the table, covered his eyes when he heard the words, curled his lips: "Perhaps it was because of the wind and cold in Heluo Mountain Villa a few days ago."

"Let your mother take a look later," An Guangxia said, "It's been five days since you came back from Heluo Mountain Villa. I haven't heard anything from you. Did you come back without success?"

Anji lowered his head sadly, his viscera seemed to be grasped by one hand, and he was torn to the bone. He was silent for a while, and then murmured: "How do you know that I returned without success?"

"Haha, if you find anything, everyone will know about it. How can you be so quiet?" An Guangsha laughed, took a sip from the tea bowl, and frowned, "The water used to make tea today seems to be the same as in the past. different."

"This is the plum snow water from Heluo Villa."

An Guangsha's eyes changed: "Huh?"

"Can father taste the bloody smell of killing in the water?"

An Guangsha stared at his face with displeasure: "Ji'er, do you know what you're talking about?"

Anji raised his head with tears in his eyes: "Father, he has never been to Heluo Villa, right? The plum blossoms there are in bloom, the snow is like fluff, and the red plums are like blood...Father, Heluo Villa is just outside Luoyang City. You sleep peacefully every night, have you never heard that heart-wrenching ghost cry?"

"Nonsense!" An Guangsha stood up abruptly and threw the tea bowl on the ground.

The tiles splashed, Anji took a step back, unable to dodge in time, his feet were splashed with tea, and the residual tea stuck to the cowhide boots, making him disgustingly dirty.

But he stared stubbornly at his father's eyes, and asked in a bitter voice: "Did you write the case of exterminating the family in Heluo Mountain Villa? Did you kill Ming Qi because of his conscience? Did you count people on the island for half a year?" The whole island was slaughtered because of the lack of mind? Did you skin and bone the person named Zhongli Mingyue without saying a word?"

As he asked one question after another, An Guangsha's face darkened little by little, his deep eyes seemed to be trying to suppress the anger, and he said in a deep voice: "Nonsense! Ji'er, where did you hear this from? You are talking nonsense, yet you still come to question your father!"

Anji bit his lower lip hard: "I met Ming Yueguang."

An Guangsha was taken aback for a moment, and furiously said, "Absurd! Ming Yueguang is already dead!"

"He's not dead," Anji stared at him intently, "Ming Qi tattooed an article on his back before he died, telling the whole story of the past, with cruel words and sentences..."

An Guangsha was furious and startled, and blurted out: "Luntai Fushou!"

"Sure enough, you did it!" Anji's eyes widened suddenly, "Ming Qi was silenced by you! Father, you are such a violent and conscienceless villain!"

His voice was getting louder and louder, and when the last voice came out, tears burst out, An Guangsha suddenly burst into flames, his five fingers were like claws, and he ruthlessly strangled him by the throat: "Presumptuous!"

Anji's body trembled, but he stood there without moving. He raised his neck calmly, allowing his fingers to attack fiercely like iron tongs.

However, An Guangsha suddenly changed his face, turned his big hand, and looked at his palm in astonishment: "What did you do? Nizi, you poisoned me?"

With tears streaming down his face, Anji raised his eyes to look at him: "Father, you are dead enough to deserve your guilt."

"You dare to kill your father?" An Guangxia's eyes were cracked, his eyes were scarlet like a ghost, and he roared angrily, "Do you know that this crime should be punished?"

Anji walked to the sword stand, reached out to grab the Ziwei sword, and pulled it out with a clang. The sword's light was cold and murderous.

"Do you dare?" An Guangsha watched Aizi walking step by step with a sword in his hands, feeling the heart-piercing pain, clenched his fists tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ji'er, why are you so stupid? Even though my martial arts were poisoned, I am still the leader of the world, with three thousand disciples outside the sect, as soon as I give an order, countless knives and axes will come in and chop you, a father-killing and rebellious son, into flesh!"

"Your people have been transferred by me, and now there are all my confidantes outside the door," Anji lifted the long sword, looked down at the cold edge of the sword, moved his eyes to An Guangsha, and said softly, "Fu Zhu Come on, father."

After saying that, he quickly raised his sword and slashed down like a gust of wind.

An Guangsha's eyes widened in pain.

The cold light flashed across the void, and the hair rose up. An Guangsha turned his head suddenly, and when he heard the sound of a long sword falling to the ground, Anji held a strand of hair in his palm, tears streaming down his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Although you The crime is so heinous that he should be beheaded, but it is my father after all, and now he will cut off his head and replace him."

An Guangsha looked at him in shock, his eyes flushed red: "Ji'er..."

"But capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped." Anji covered his eyes and murmured softly, "You should become a monk."

"what?"

"I have arranged for a death row prisoner to disguise himself as you. In a few days, Xie Qingwei will announce your crimes to the world and behead them in public to comfort those innocent souls who were slaughtered," Anji said, "And you... Then seal your martial arts and go to the Tomb of Heroes to guard the tombs of the ancestors, Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, repent your crimes well, and you will never die or return."

An Guangsha took a staggered step, his legs softened, and he fell into the seat, looking at him in disbelief: "You want to exile your father? Ji'er, are you crazy? You will not be afraid if you kill your uncle and exile your biological father." Go to hell after death?"

Anji raised his eyes to look at him, tears had flowed from his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was stunned for a moment, then slowly moved his eyes away, looked at the plaque on the wall that said "the wind and rain do not move, the world is an alliance", and smiled sadly: "I don't Whoever goes to hell goes to hell."

As he spoke, he took a few steps back, stood in front of the study door, knelt on the ground, slammed his forehead heavily on the ground, knelt and kowtowed for half a stick of incense, and then got up with a pale face, and said in a low voice: "That's it, Father, farewell."

Turning around and walking out of the study, he said in a low voice to Hou's disciple outside the door: "Shave him and change his face, and send him to the Tomb of Heroes at night, and don't let anyone see him."

"Nizi!!!" There was a loud noise from behind, An Guangsha slammed everything on the table to the ground, and a scream of pain came from his throat.

This winter seemed to be extraordinarily long, and the long-stable martial arts finally became precarious like the imperial court in the sea. Luoyang had been snowing intermittently for more than half a month, and the snow on the Zhanning Terrace was more than two feet thick.

Zhong Yi and the others mingled in the crowd, looking at the man who was pushed onto the stage from afar.

A person from the rivers and lakes nearby said: "It's true that you know people, know faces, but don't know your heart. Who would have thought that the lord of the world, who is highly respected and respected, would do such a thing that is out of conscience, and the crime cannot be punished!"

"It turns out that Abandoned Wind Valley is innocent," the other person sighed, "The most pitiful thing is that little devil... no, he can't be called little devil anymore, he should be called Young Master Su. Alas, An Guangsha and the little devil..." Chang Fengjun really deserves death!"

"There is also that island, where the islanders lived and worked in peace and contentment, but because of that mentality, they were slaughtered by An Guangsha. Tell me, where are these innocent souls going to justify themselves!"

"Death is like a lamp going out, so there's no need to reason," Zhong Yi smiled slightly, and looked at Le Wuyou, "It's a living person, and I can't swallow the breath in my heart after all."

Jiubao put on men's clothes again, a blue padded robe after the rain looked handsome and handsome, and he leaned against a dead tree with his sword in his arms, and sneered: "If you want me to say, it will be a thousand cuts!" You can't appease my hatred, but this old bastard is the father of a little waste, and it is not easy to do this step, but it is also interesting to think that he can really ask his father for crimes."

"Father?" Le Qishu was wearing a big red cloak, looked up to the stage, the cold wind whipped up the broken snow, blowing the sable fluff on Zhaojun's jacket flying, her old eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, " Boys, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Le Wuyou laughed loudly when he heard the words: "Bet with you? Do we feel that we are too comfortable and rush to do this business that has no chance of winning?"

"Ayou is so witty!" Zhong Yi immediately said affectionately.

"You're the only one who talks too much!" Le Wuyou gave him a sideways glance.

Zhong Yi couldn't hide the smile on his lips, and teased: "I talk too much and you care about me, so it's a good thing to talk too much."

Le Wuyou's face turned hot: "Who cares about you? The old man just sees that you have a good-looking face, so I just flirt with you when you have nothing to do."

"Xiao Jiubao, there is one thing that I have been wondering for a long time," Le Qishu suddenly called out seriously, pointed to the side casually, and asked, "You look at these two people all day, isn't it a bit hot?" Eye?"

Before the words were finished, Jiubao's eyes suddenly changed, his eyes were blank like a blind person, and he said with a mournful face, "To tell you the truth, I'm already blind."

"If you're blind, fix your eyes quickly!" Zhong Yi pushed Jiu Bao and said with disgust, "A blind maid is worse than a beggar."

"I'm no longer a maid!" Jiubao shook her men's clothes and proudly raised her back, "I'm a servant now!"

"It's not rare," Zhong Yi said angrily, turned to face Le Wuyou with a smile like a flower, and lowered his voice, "My boy, only one love is enough."

Le Wuyou's face darkened, she silently pushed his face away, and uttered a word as gently as water: "Get lost."

"Pfft..." Le Qishu laughed.

Zhong Yi turned to her and explained: "Aunt Le is laughing at her. My husband is not virtuous and my son is not filial. It is all my fault. Alas, the head of the family is hard to do."

Le Qishu murmured, "It sounds quite smug."

While they were talking, there was a sudden burst of shouting around them, and they turned their heads to look quickly, and saw a blood train shooting up into the sky, spraying into the snow below the stage.

Xie Qingwei stood in the corner of Zhanning Terrace, carrying two long swords on his back, with a tall body, his cold eyes glanced at the rolling head, and said indifferently: "The sinner, An Guangsha, has been executed."

Anji was full of filial piety and mourned for his broken bones. Seeing this, he turned his head away, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

A disciple of the Tianxia League suddenly stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and said in a loud voice: "The alliance cannot be without a leader for a day, the dragons in the world, wait with your head up, young leader, please succeed as leader immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of people knelt on the ground: "Please succeed the alliance leader immediately!"

"The 15-year-old leader, can he really hold down the demon kings below?" Jiu Bao snorted, "It's just his trash, don't be gnawed until there is no scum left."

"Although this kid doesn't have a father, he still has a mother," Le Qishu smiled, "With his mother escorting him, maybe he can really look good, let's go, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, It's really inappropriate to watch this bloody scene, ouch, the old woman will lose her life just by looking at it."

After noon, the sun gradually sank to the west, and the sky became gloomy and cold again. Several people wrapped their big fur cloaks tightly, turned and walked towards the inn. After walking a few steps, they suddenly heard a series of shouts from behind.

"Why do I hear someone calling Wuyou, this small voice is quite familiar," Le Qishu said.

Several people turned their heads and saw a woman coming on horseback, wearing a multicolored golden feather satin cloak, sitting down to shine on the night. Canjin's long whip cut through the void, and whipped towards Le Qishu.

Le Wuyou exclaimed, "Aunt Jin!"

The visitor was none other than the shopkeeper of Jinling Buzuijiufang, Jinhuixue.

Le Qishu stretched out her arms, raised her red cloak abruptly, and unsheathed a long sword as bright as snow at her waist, blatantly facing it.

The two hit each other immediately, and Jin Haixue flipped back three times in a row, landed steadily, looked up, and cried and laughed on her face: "I knew you must still be alive, and the disaster will last for thousands of years, so you definitely won't die !"

"Then you witch, don't you want to live forever?" Le Qishu glanced behind her, "What did you bring in the car?"

Jin Lixue tore off the rain cloth on the car, revealing dozens of wine jugs neatly: "I found out that you are still alive, so I set off immediately and brought forty jugs of fine wine from Jinling. We won't go home until we're drunk!"

"Okay!" Le Qishu laughed heartily.

Forty altars of fine wine were pulled into the inn. When the altar was opened, the fragrance was wafting ten miles away, and the witch hazel sang wildly. After learning that Le Qishu's old state was not disguised, but premature aging, she burst into tears and laughed, and almost died of drunkenness. In the wine jar.

"Ten years...Ten years, Ah Shu...you bitch! You are still alive...haha...you are still alive." She shed tears, "But you are so old and ugly, you can no longer compare to me!"

"Believe it or not, I slashed it dozens of times on your face today?" Le Qishu choked, "I'll make you an ugly bastard!"

Jin Huixue pressed her shoulders with both hands, and looked at her with tearful eyes: "You really can't go back?"

"Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young again, Axue," Le Qishu touched her old face, but she didn't care about it, and said, smelling of alcohol, "what's the problem with being so old? Who in the world can live forever?" Keeping young?"

"Then will you die early?" Witch Hazel asked bluntly.

"Maybe," Le Qishu smiled casually, "I've been stolen from the underworld every day. Even if I die tomorrow, I don't have anything to regret. It's a good thing to go early, lest Jingchen wait below. After a long time, I have to blame my senior sister for not loving him."

Jin Luxue looked up and took a sip of wine, wiping the wine from the corner of her lips: "Forget it, life and death are fate, and it is only right to be drunk today when you have wine!"

"Haha not bad."

"Hey, tell me," Jin Lixue stared at her suddenly, fearing that the world would not be chaotic and laughed, "Will Jing Chen meet Brother Feng down there? The child who has been raised for 17 years in vain, he will Do you want money from Brother Feng and Miss Acacia?"

Le Qishu laughed loudly: "It's not enough to ask for money, but for wine... then you can't be sure, he can drink the cheapskates that the couple sang with their wives until they vomit blood!"

Outside the door, Le Wuyou walked quickly along the corridor with a bowl of soup, tilted his head to look at the room full of laughter, turned his head and said to Zhong Yi: "You won't see my mother for the next ten days. "

Zhong Yi smiled: "Why?"

"When these two get together, they won't give up until they drink up the forty jugs of fine wine," Le Wuyou snorted pretending to be angry, "We don't even give us a single jug!"

"That's right! Your mother is so outrageous!" Zhong Yi slandered like a demon girl, and with a smile, she took out a delicate wine jar from behind and shook it twice. In addition to my mother, there is such a considerate husband like me, who loves the fragrance and cherishes the jade, and knows the pain, it is really enviable."

Le Wuyou stumbled, and almost spilled a bowl of decoction after cooking for three hours. Finally, he stabilized his figure and glanced at him with a smile like a flower: "Scent? Jade? Pain? Itch?"

There were travelers walking around in the corridor of the inn at night, Zhong Yi put his arms behind his neck, protecting him from passing through the crowd, and approached his ear: "Ayou, you don't know, when you are sweating When riding on me, the satin-like white flesh is really icy muscles and bones, fragrant sweat..."

"……Oh?"

"Isn't it? You see, I'm not even hungry for alcohol now, it's all because I'm not drunk and everyone gets drunk," Zhong Yi said with a playful smile, "As for itching and pain..."

Le Wuyou licked his lower lip, looked at him with a half smile but didn't speak.

Only Zhong Yi lowered his voice proudly, bit the tip of his ear and said with a smile: "My husband has a treasure, which can heal itches and pains the most. Guess what it is, Ayou?"

"I guess your grandpa!" Le Wuyou kicked him.

Zhong Yi had been on guard for a long time, and suddenly dodged back, avoiding his severed son and grandson, and burst out laughing.

"Little thief!" Le Wuyou cursed angrily, couldn't hold back and laughed, and walked into the room with the soup, and the moment Zhong Yi followed, she kicked the door shut, only Hearing a scream, the door actually slapped Zhong Yi's face.

Chang Zixuan was sleepy and stared, and heard a muffled sound in a trance, opened his eyes, and saw Le Wuyou turning his head, his always tricky and sarcastic face was full of smiles, his smiling eyes were bright Like a star, it seems to have condensed the Milky Way for nine days.

I couldn't help being stunned—I've known him for many years, but I've never seen him smile so innocently, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with him, and all living beings don't need to worry about it, as long as he sees the man across from him, it seems that he has already seen him The whole world.

"What are you staring at?" Le Wuyou sat down on the edge of the bed, stirred the soup twice, scooped up a spoonful of the soup, sipped it lightly, and frowned, "This prescription prescribed by my mother is so unkind, just take a sip and you'll be fine." It’s hard for grandpa’s house.”

Zhong Yi added a few pieces of silver bone charcoal to the charcoal stove, and the tongue of fire jumped up, making the room a bit warmer. He said to Le Wuyou, "You're going to the grandpa's house after just one sip, but Young Master Chang is always drinking it every day." If you want to drink three big bowls, wouldn't it mean that you have entered the grave of your ancestors?"

"You're the one who talks a lot!" Le Wuyou glanced at him, wondering if what this guy said was human talk?Why can't the inexplicable hatred for Chang Zixuan go away?

Zhong Yi was scolded but didn't get angry, she moved a small machine and sat beside the charcoal stove with a smile, took out a bag of raw chestnuts from her arms, threw them in the charcoal fire and burned the chestnuts to eat.

Le Wuyou scooped up a spoonful of soup and brought it to Chang Zixuan's lips: "Come on, drink it, it's not hot anymore."

"I'll do it myself," Chang Zixuan braced himself up, took the medicine bowl, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, drank it dry in three gulps, handed him back the medicine bowl, lay back weakly on the pillow, and asked in a low voice , "Why are you here to deliver medicine today?"

"Not only today, but also in the next ten days or so, I will be the one to deliver the medicine," Le Wuyou said, "Aunt Jin brought forty altars of fine wine, and the two of them won't let it go until they drink it all up."

"So..." Chang Zixuan murmured, "I thought that you would definitely not want to see me again."

Le Wuyou said coolly: "If a person is so stupid that there is no threat, then it's okay to meet him."

Chang Zixuan was startled, and smiled wryly: "There are not many people in the world who can be as stupid as I am." He raised his eyes, looked at Le Wuyou's shoulder, and said in a bitter voice, "I once stabbed you with a sword. , worry-free, come back."

"Of course you have to pay it back." Zhong Yi sneered coldly from afar, "Ayou, just stab him in the head, maybe if you poke a hole and pour some water out, people won't be so stupid."

Chang Zixuan's eyes tightened, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment, full of deep shame.

Le Wuyou tucked the quilt for him, stood up, walked outside, and lazily said: "Let's talk about it after you recover from your injury. I really don't have much interest in this tattered state."

"Worriless!" Chang Zixuan raised his voice suddenly, the wound was pulled, and there was a sudden pain. He covered the wound with his palm under the quilt calmly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I have been blaming you all the time."

"Is there any gold in an apology?" Le Wuyou laughed, "Your parents are dead, and now the entire Tomorrow Pavilion belongs to you. If you really feel that you have wronged me, why don't you give me half of your family business, maybe Brother, I see that Qian's eyes are open, so I forgive you."

Chang Zixuan pursed his lips and laughed: "You can take them all."

"That can't be done, my mother will scold me," Le Wuyou said, "Okay, stop thinking about it all day long, and recover from your injuries, I'm leaving." Said and walked out of the room.

Zhong Yi picked up a hot chestnut, rubbed off the shell, stuffed the round flesh into Le Wuyou's mouth, and hummed: "You are generous, he stabbed you with a sword, and the nose is not the nose and the eyes are not the eyes all day long." , half of the family business can be offset?"

"Half of the family property is not enough?" Le Wuyou chewed on the sweet chestnut meat, and glanced at him, "Do you know how extravagant Mingri Pavilion is?"

"Do you know how precious your body is?"

Le Wuyou was taken aback, kicked him with a smile, and strode forward: "I don't know!"

"Pretend!" Zhong Yi scolded with a smile behind his back, suddenly moved his body, and jumped forward like a falcon hunting for prey.

Le Wuyou felt a gust of wind blowing from behind, turned around suspiciously, before he could see the figure clearly, he was grabbed by his slender waist and thrown onto his shoulders, he felt dizzy, his head was dizzy, haha Laughing loudly, he cursed, "Little pervert! What are you doing?"

"Ah You is so stubborn, you have already scolded the prostitute and don't know what to do?" Zhong Yi smiled and twisted his round buttocks, and strode towards the guest room of the two, "Of course I want you to know this How precious is the body!"

Le Qishu and Jin Huixue lay drunk all night among the wine jars, Zhong Yi and Le Wuyou lay on the bed and swayed all night. On the second day, when the long-lost warm sun came out of the clouds, the four of them all sat together. deep sleep.

Jiubao bit the chicken leg and squatted by the charcoal stove to cook medicine for Chang Zixuan, rubbing the thick dark circles under her eyes, wondering if it was time for her to go out for training?Even if you can't find peerless martial arts, even if you can't hold the world-famous beauty, at least... you can stay away from those two hot-eyed people!

snort!

Just as he was wandering, he suddenly heard a slight gust of wind. He stood up abruptly and rushed to the door of Le Qishu's room. Hearing movement from inside, he asked anxiously, "Aunt Le, is there something wrong?"

The door was opened from the inside, Le Qishu hiccupped, turned around and took two steps, lying drunk on the imperial concubine's couch: "It's okay, it's your Aunt Jin's spies who came to report back."

"Oh, it's the junior who is being abrupt." Jiubao hurriedly retreated.

"You don't need to go, let's listen together." Jin Lixue supported her drunken red face, but her mind was very clear, "This matter has something to do with both of you."

Zhong Yi and Le Wuyou happened to both get up, and walked over from the next door: "What's the matter?"

A young girl flipped in from the window and knelt down on one knee: "My subordinates searched for a few days, and finally found some clues. Ten days ago, there was a carriage that drove out of the League Zong in a very concealed manner, and went to Beiman Mountain overnight. Last night, my subordinates sneaked into the Tomb of Heroes, and in a Buddhist hall, I saw an old monk whose hands and feet were bound by long iron chains."

"Old monk?" Le Wuyou was surprised.

"If he is also considered a monk, then the Buddha would blow up Daleiyin Temple." Le Qishu snorted drunkenly.

The girl smiled lightly: "That's right, my subordinate watched him secretly in the middle of the night, and thought that this man was probably a lunatic, sitting in front of the Buddha for a while and meditating, and holding on to the iron chain and beating and beating like crazy."

Zhong Yi said: "Is it An Guangsha?"

Jiubao was taken aback: "Isn't he dead... The little waste has come up with a trick to steal the horse? Hey, I didn't expect him to be so brave?"

Le Wuyou sneered: "Anji really made a bad move. How could that old bastard give up easily? Is he going to guard the tomb, or is he going to disturb the sleep of the ancestors? The sects went to him."

Jin Huixue said to the girl: "I think he won't be able to pull off any tricks in a short period of time. He's just a senior, so I don't bother to argue with him. Just keep an eye on it. If there's anything wrong, report it as soon as possible."

"Yes." The girl nodded, turned out of the window, and disappeared without a sound.

Jin Haoxue guessed right, An Guangsha couldn't figure out any tricks, his martial arts were blocked, and his hands and feet were tied with iron chains, he would linger on like a pig and dog in captivity, pigs and dogs would not be dissatisfied, but he was already born Better to die.

This year in Luoyang, the winter was extremely long. Trapped in the deadly Tomb of Heroes, he counted the hours all day long, and passed each day, but he still didn't know what night it was. All he could see was that the snow was gradually melting. , revealing the barren Mang Mountain, and then the barrenness gradually faded, and a touch of greenness quietly climbed up the branches.

A muffled thunderous sound of axles came from the foot of the mountain, and his sad eyes flashed with frenzied light, and he rushed out of the Buddhist hall as if mad, but the iron chains were limited, and his rushing figure fell hard on the ground. on the ground.

He suddenly burst out laughing, looking at his feeble palms, smiled miserably for a long while, then covered his eyes.

A pair of dark blue embroidered shoes appeared in front of his eyes. He was startled for a while, then took a deep breath suddenly, looked up, and saw a woman wearing a dark blue cloud brocade cloak, with a gold and jade inlaid handle hanging from her waist. Gorgeous long sword, looking down at himself expressionlessly.

An Guangsha shook his head with a wry smile, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "Is it you?"

The woman said lightly, "I'll save you."

An Guangsha's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at her in disbelief.

"Why, don't you believe me?" The woman smiled conceitedly, "A husband and wife have a hundred days of kindness. Although you and I are not much better, I have to repay your great kindness for many years."

"I don't know you yet?" An Guangsha gritted his teeth hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Chang Xiangyi, if you weren't instigated behind my back, how would Ji'er have the guts to poison me?"