Jade flute sounds far

Chengdu Tianfu Tower is always full of guests regardless of the festival.A young man stood at the door and looked around the bustling lobby for a long time, and finally found an opportunity to sneak in, but before he stepped on the steps to the second floor, he heard an angry shout: "Uncle Zhang!"

"Hey——" The young man's expression froze, but when he turned around, he had a kind smile on his face, "Miss Boss, your business is good, so you don't need to say hello to me."

"Do you think I'm willing to say hello to you?" The proprietress said with her brows upside down, gnashing her teeth and akimbo, "What about the meal money last time? Don't think that you are a regular customer, so you can get credit at will! A young man with hands and feet knows everything all day long. Turn over the window, how to teach your brothers well?"

"Yes, yes, the proprietress taught me the right lesson. The last time I was only in short supply next time, I have already brought enough money today."

The young man called Uncle Zhang quickly counted out the money and paid all the money to the proprietress.Seeing that the other party clicked one, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What about today's?"

"This...for today, I will definitely pay the bill before I leave."

He hurriedly agreed, and then he got permission, and went to the private seat on the second floor to order.The food and drink were served quickly, and as soon as he picked up his chopsticks, he felt someone walking behind him, and he couldn't help but say: "Could it be that you want me to pay now—why is it you?"

"Brother still remembers me."

"Of course I won't forget." Uncle Zhang said, he looked at the swordsman in front of him again, and suddenly smiled, "Why, you finally realized it yourself?"

"……How did you know?"

"Well, I don't have much ability, I just know more things."

After Zhang Bo finished speaking, seeing Qi Yuan's hostile expression, he quickly explained: "Forget it, I'm just playing tricks—do young heroes know Siyun Pavilion?"

Siyun Pavilion is an intelligence organization active in Jianghu, and its base is in Chengdu.After hearing this answer, Qi Yuan turned pale, so he nodded: "Your Excellency probably knows why I came here."

"Of course I know." Seeing that the food was getting cold, Zhang Bo quickly stuffed a few chopsticks into his mouth and asked vaguely, "Do you have a flute on you?" An old bamboo flute was handed to Uncle Zhang.

"You go further."

Zhang Bo played with the flute in his hand, and gave instructions without raising his head.Although Qi Yuan was puzzled, he followed his advice and walked away a few steps, but suddenly he saw Uncle Zhang take out a small knife from his sleeve and slash it directly on the bamboo flute!

Qi Yuan ran back the moment he was about to slash, but he was still a step too late, seeing the bamboo flute being cut in half by the opponent.He snatched the bamboo flute back, and then suddenly froze: "I..."

"It seems that what we checked before is correct. Although you don't remember what this bamboo flute is, you subconsciously don't throw it away or destroy it."

As Zhang Bo said, he stretched out his finger and said, "You see for yourself?"

In the sectioned bamboo flute, near the end, there was actually a blood-red word "Dream" engraved.

Qiao Chongyu seemed to have had a long dream.

In the dream, he was still five or six years old, and Yu Jueqing was eight or nine years old. In his opinion, he was almost one step away from becoming an adult.At that time, he had just started to practice martial arts with his father, and he couldn't leave the villa. In his spare time, he always liked to go to Yu Dongjie's residence and play with Yu Jueqing.

In Qiao Chongyu's memory, in those few years, whenever he stepped into Yu's small courtyard, he could always see Yu Jueqing practicing boxing under the peach tree, one style after another, never stopping.

"Jueqing, stop practicing." He waited impatiently, "Sister Yun went to pick flowers in the garden, let's go and play with her too."

He remembered that Yu Jueqing's expression relaxed a bit, but when he saw the closed door from the corner of his eye, his expression tightened again: "No, I still have to practice for half an hour, you go first."

"Sister Yun doesn't like to play with me." He complained bitterly, and asked with his mouth flattened, "Jueqing, why do you love martial arts so much?"

At that time, he didn't understand Yu Jueqing's dim expression in an instant. He only remembered that a few years later, Yu Jueqing suddenly stopped being so keen on practicing boxing, and instead began to help the manager with some trivial matters.And Yu Dongjie's attitude towards his youngest son seemed to have become colder day by day since then.

Qiao Chongyu slowly opened his eyes, looking at the firelight penetrating through the door.Sanqi on the side noticed the movement, and quickly handed over a bowl of hot tea. He took a sip, but felt his mouth was full of bitterness, and didn't want to drink any more, so he just asked, "What time is it?"

"It's the second watch."

Qiao Chongyu took the lead in paying homage to Yu Jueqing and the other two disciples of Zhuangzhong who died in the turmoil last night since daytime, and was busy until dusk was getting dark before being persuaded to take a nap in the inner room.Entering the mourning hall at this time, the three coffins lined up in the hall are still sleeping peacefully, leaving behind the disciples who keep watch at night are still throwing paper money into the brazier on the side, but because of sleepiness, the movements are much slower, and the firelight is gradually fading. .

"Let me do it."

Qiao Chongyu said, took the paper money and put it into the basin.The scorching heat rolled paper dust onto his face, gradually blurring his vision.He glanced at the still dark sky outside, and suddenly remembered that less than a month ago, after he led his people to the Qingcheng School to observe the ceremony and returned, one day he and Qi Yuan came back from listening to storytelling in Hejiaji, and he accidentally saw the river in the river. After drifting a small boat without an owner, they insisted on getting on it. As a result, neither of them knew how to use oars. They drifted a long way with the water before finally landing.

Halfway up the sky, it was completely dark. Fortunately, it was not the new sun, and there was still a moon in the sky to illuminate it.He and Qi Yuan walked back and forth, in the dead of night, they seemed to have forgotten to talk, and just hurried on their way wordlessly amidst the rustling footsteps and the sound of running water.

He stayed in the mourning hall until dawn before leaving.Sanqi was in a hurry to lead him back to the room to rest, but Qiao Chongyu waved his hand: "You go back first, I want to go to Jueqing's room to have a look."

He didn't know how long he hadn't looked carefully at Yu Jueqing's room, and when he looked at it now, he realized that many of the furnishings were from childhood. Although they were yellow and old, they were still spotlessly cleaned.There is a small wooden carving on the corner of the table, the craftsmanship is rough, and it can barely be seen that it is a bird. Qiao Chongyu remembered that this was a birthday gift he gave Yu Jueqing a certain year, and suddenly his nose felt sour, and he hurried out of the room.

He stood under the peach tree in the courtyard for a while, and then walked into Yu Dongjie's bedroom again.Yu Jueqing probably came to tidy up, the whole room was empty, even the books on the bookshelves had been removed.Qiao Chongyu originally wanted to find some clues about Yu Dongjie's contact with Qi Yuan, but then he thought that since he had just faked his death, he must have destroyed or transferred all the evidence before, so why would he keep it for himself.

Qiao Chongyu smiled wryly, and was about to leave, but the moment he opened the door, he heard a soft sound.He hurriedly turned his head, only to see a piece of paper was blown out from under the bed by the wind that he just opened the door. Picking it up and reading it, it turned out to be some anecdotes of sects, but after the Tang Sect in central Shu, it was a name he had never heard of.

——Dust Dream Hall.