Chunfengcuo

The Tibetan Sword Pavilion where Su Tingxuan lives has always been clean, but now the three Guan Shanyu brothers have poured in, surrounded by Su Tingxuan's bed with serious expressions, watching Dr. Cui feel the pulse of the unconscious sect master.

Standing beside Su Muzhe, Uncle Nine was extremely anxious when he saw the sect master, who had been healthy for decades, suddenly fell ill. Seeing Dr. Cui get up, he hurriedly asked, "Sect master, what's wrong with him?"

"The door master is very angry, so he needs to rest well. If there is anything wrong with Xiaozhu these days, it's better not to bother the door master, so as not to make the door master's condition worse." Dr. Cui told everyone to tidy up Pick up the medicine box first and bid farewell to make soup and medicine.

Guan Shanyu and the others had seen Su Muzhe's swollen face and Lao Gao's slap mark, and they all thought that it was probably because of the quarrel between Su's father and son, which caused the sect master to faint from anger.It's just that it's inconvenient for outsiders to say more about the Su family's father and son, so they comforted Su Muzhe and left the Cangjian Pavilion one after another.

Uncle Jiu waited for the three brothers to leave, and then asked Su Muzhe worriedly, "Young Master, why is the sect master so angry? And Master Weiming? Why didn't you come back with you?"

Before Su Muzhe could answer, Su Tingxuan happened to be waking up, and when he heard Uncle Nine asking about Young Master Weiming, he was so angry that he cursed, "Don't mention that beast again! Damn it! Cough..." His eyes rolled , actually passed out again.

"Father?!" "Master!"

Su Muzhe and Ninth Uncle turned pale with fright, checked Su Tingxuan's breath, and knew that he was just fainted, so Su Muzhe heaved a sigh of relief, and said sadly to the old man: "Ninth Uncle, I'll take care of you here, Dad. Go back to your room and rest first. Brother has already left Xiaozhu, Uncle Jiu, don’t mention him from now on, or I’m afraid that Dad’s condition won’t get better.”

"Oh, the master of the sect is also true, why can't you tolerate young master Weiming? You must be mad at yourself." The old man had some confidence in his heart, sighed helplessly, and slowly went downstairs.

Su Mu stood by the couch, waiting for Dr. Cui to deliver the soup, while staring at his father in a daze.Suddenly he felt that the candles in the room flickered slightly, his heart moved, and he turned his head hastily—

The two carved wooden windows opened without wind, and then a purple shadow floated in without making any sound.

It was a tall man whom Su Muzhe had never met before, with long hair hanging down his waist, and the man's face, illuminated by the candle flame, was so beautiful that it seemed unreal, delicate and picturesque.Su Muzhe was stunned for a moment, he was stunned before he woke up, stopped in front of his father's bed, stared at this strange man with extremely high lightness kung fu, and said, "Who are you?!"

Shen Wumeng only stared at the palm print on Su Muzhe's face.Just now, when he sneaked into Xiaozhu, he met Guan Shanyu and his three brothers who were talking about the condition of the sect master while walking.In the dark, he vaguely heard that the boy had been slapped, and Su Tingxuan was so angry that he fainted again.Seeing clearly the bruised and swollen half of the young man's cheek at this moment, Shen Wumeng's guilt along the way suddenly climbed to the peak.

It must be that after Su Muzhe returned to Xiaozhu, his father discovered that his beloved son was being touched by others.Thinking about it, Su Tingxuan must be an old-fashioned and rigorous person, how could he tolerate such a scandalous incident that ruined his family style, he beat his son in anger, and fell into a coma.

The more Shen Wumeng thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't make a mistake, and secretly hated himself for impulsiveness, which caused the young man to be punished.

Su Muzhe was stared at by this strange man, feeling uneasy and confused. He didn't know what the man's intention in sneaking into the hidden sword pavilion was, and he was even more worried that this man was Xiao Zhu's enemy and would be bad for his father. Tsukuru calmed down, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and asked, "Who are you?"

The wariness and hostility on the young man's face fell into Shen Wumeng's eyes. He didn't expect the young man who was drunk and unconscious before to remember his appearance, but he felt a little lucky—he didn't want to be recognized at this time. Going out, the little guy hates him even more.What's more, there is Su Tingxuan lying beside him, if he wakes up and finds him, the chief culprit, and dares to come to the door, he may be mad at him to death.

If there is something wrong with Su Tingxuan, he will definitely be hated by the youth in his life.

Perhaps, after the matter has calmed down and the young man's mind is calm, then find a suitable opportunity to explain to the young man.Shen Wumeng's eyes lingered on the young man for a week, sighed and smiled softly: "I am not Broken Sword Xiaozhu and your enemy, you will naturally understand in the future."

Suddenly, with a slight sway, he flew to the front of Su Mushi, stroked the slap mark on the boy's face, then quickly drifted back, folded his body and jumped out of the window.

What a... weirdo!Su Muzhe rushed to the window, but saw that the night was dark and the shadows of the trees were swaying, and there was no trace of the man.He couldn't help touching the place where the man had just touched—the man's movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting him, it also made Su Muzhe realize that the man did not have any malice towards him.

Even his father might not be able to match this ghost-like movement. Fortunately, this person is not an enemy of Xiao Zhu.

At the end of the year, the wind blows snow on the frozen lake surface layer after layer of white jade crumbs.The man in purple lying on the boulder on the shore was not afraid of the severe cold, his clothes were half open, lazily resting his stomach with one hand, carelessly shaking half a glass of residual wine in the other hand, and slowly half closing his eyelids.

"Don't... um..." The picture of the boy struggling and begging helplessly under him broke into his mind again.The flushed skin covered with sweat trembled, mixed with the smell of green grass, repeatedly plucking Shen Wumeng's heartstrings...

Once a spring breeze, like the most powerful poison in the world, gnawing at the bones and gnawing at the heart, penetrated into Shen Wumeng's limbs and bones, and even in every strand of hair, there seemed to be a remnant of the charming youthful aura of a young man, which gave him a moment of leisure. , I can't stop thinking about the boy.

The wind and snow all over the sky can't quench the burning fire of love in his heart.Shen Wumeng opened his eyes suddenly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly—he still overestimated his patience.Although the man returned to the main altar, his soul was trapped in the south of the Yangtze River by the young man.The past few days are almost like years, and they can't calm down to deal with the school affairs. They just want to go back to Duanjian Xiaozhu as soon as possible.

I never knew that the longing for a person would accumulate with the passage of time and become so urgent.

"... Hehe..." In an instant, Shen Wumeng knew what he wanted to do, he drank the wine in his glass in the wind and snow, and smiled lightly.

The next day, Gong Zang and the elders of the sect were summoned together by Shen Wumeng, and learned that the leader planned to devote himself to comprehend inner strength and mental methods from now on, so he wanted to choose another virtuous person for the position of leader. "My two disciples, Shenghan and Jishen, whoever is more powerful will take over as the leader. If you are confident that you have the ability to take over the religion, you can also compete with them."

Gong Zang and the others dared to make mistakes, although they felt that the incident happened suddenly, they did not dare to speculate.Not long after Yi Shenghan, the leader of the new religion, was enthroned, an astonishing news once again shocked the members of the Tianyi Church——Shen Wumeng, who was in his prime, was found dead in his bedroom one morning by an attendant.

Yi Shenghan, Gong Zang and others couldn't believe it, but Shen Wumeng's cold and blue body was right in front of them, so no one could doubt it.All the doctors in the main altar were also summoned, and they couldn't tell the exact cause of death, only Dao Shen's leader probably had a sudden and serious illness, and died in his sleep.

Everyone didn't know much about it, so according to the practice of Tianyi Sect, Shen Wumeng was buried in a jade coffin and sent to the underground altar of the main altar, to accompany the remains of the previous two leaders.

When the news came out, there were people in the Jianghu who were happy and others were sad.But for Broken Sword Xiaozhu, which is located in the south of the Yangtze River, the ups and downs in these martial arts are like the surface of water blown by the breeze in early spring. After the ripples are gone, the waves are calm.

What everyone in Xiaozhu cares about the most is nothing more than the condition of the sect master Su Tingxuan who goes from bad to good.

Apart from Su Muzhe, Uncle Jiu was most worried about the sect master.This old man who has spent most of his life in the Su family has no offspring, and has long regarded the young and old in the Su family as his own flesh and blood relatives. Seeing Su Tingxuan who grew up under his nose suffering from serious diseases, the old man is very anxious. Also got sick.After taking a few patches of medicine, instead of seeing any improvement, the condition became worse day by day.

In the middle of the night, Uncle Jiu woke up with chest tightness and shortness of breath in his sleep, panting heavily, struggled to sit up, covered his mouth and coughed violently.After finally stopping his cough, he put his cuffs under the bedside candlestick and took a look. Just like a while ago, his sleeves were covered with blood.

"This old bone, I'm afraid it won't be useful." The old man muttered to himself, reaching out tremblingly to pick up the teapot on the small desk, trying to pour tea for himself, but halfway through his hand, his hands were weak, and the teapot slipped out of his hand .

"Ah?!" He exclaimed, a slender and powerful white palm suddenly came into his sight, lightly held the teapot, and put it back on the desk.

The old man strained his dizzy old eyes, trying to see clearly that there was a purple-clothed man in front of the bed whom he had never seen before.A pair of eyes that were too beautiful to look straight at were slightly drooping, looking at him with a bit of pity.Just as the old man was about to ask questions, his face went numb, his tongue froze, and he couldn't make any sound.

The man flicked his fingers in the air and sealed the old man's vital acupoints before he looked around the walls and finally sat down on the seat beside the bed.

"Su Jiu." Shen Wumeng smiled at the old man who was already in his dying years: "I have been paying attention to you for several days. Your body won't survive today and tomorrow, so let me help you relieve it."

He sighed softly, waved his sleeves, and brushed the old man's brows with a soft force like a spring breeze. He didn't even flicker the candlelight on the bedside, but the old man's eyelids closed slowly. The old face gradually returned to calm.

Shen Wumeng covered the old man's body with a quilt, and then took out two or three exquisite small bottles and jars from his bosom, as well as a bunch of things as thin as a cicada's wings. When he unfolded it, it turned out to be a mask. Uncle Nine.He slowly covered his face with the mask, looked at the figure in the bronze mirror, moved the corners of his mouth, trying to make the mask show a smile similar to that of the old man in his lifetime.

When he decided to feign death, he had already made up his mind to stay with Duanjian Xiaozhu forever.And if you want to meet the little guy often, the best way is to disguise yourself as one of the closest people around the little guy.

After Shen Wumeng returned to Broken Sword Xiaozhu, he observed carefully in the dark for many days, and found that there were only two middle-aged servants left by his dead mother beside the little guy to take care of his daily life.It turned out that Su Tingxuan's family style was strict, and he was afraid that his son would indulge in womanizing, so he never used young maids in Xiaozhu.He did not find a servant boy of similar age to serve his son, lest Su Muzhe would be aroused by his peers and neglect his studies and swordsmanship. Therefore, among many male servants, Su Muzhe was only with the oldest uncle Jiushu. more familiar.

Dressing up as a lonely old servant, although I feel a little wronged, is also the least likely to attract people's attention and show flaws, so Shen Wumeng has been secretly remembering Jiushu's walking appearance and speaking tone for several days, and made a fake one. mask.

He poured some gray powder from the bottle and began to rub it on his shiny black hair.Press against the mirror to tighten the gap between the mask and the face, and then apply a highly viscous potion to the face, so that even if you laugh out loud, the mask will not fall off.

I just hope that on the day when he takes off his mask, the little guy won't be as hostile to him as that day... Shen Wumeng stared at the wrinkled old man in the mirror, thinking about it for a moment.Hearing the night watchman passing by outside the courtyard, he lowered his voice, his voice suddenly became old and hoarse, coughed twice, and blew out the candle with a "poof".

The night, even for a moment, locked everything into the boundless darkness.

The heavy clouds are gradually dissipating, the moon hangs high, and the brilliance is clear, reflecting the most prosperous flower street in Huaiyang City.Even though it was midnight, the streets were still brightly lit as if it were daytime, and the fragrant chariots came and went like weaving, and the sounds of warblers and swallows, silk and bamboo feasts were endless.

The one with the most cars and horses parked in front of the gate is naturally the biggest brothel here——Lianxiangyuan.Several rows of silk gauze lanterns under the eaves of the corridor spit out red candle flames, several peach-colored brocade tents in the hall sweep the floor, and dozens of pots of five-colored peonies are in full bloom, embellishing the golden cave extremely fragrant.Quite a number of beautiful women were smiling, their skirts fluttering, and they shuttled among the many lovers, drinking and guessing, it was very lively.

The madam was waving a round fan, twisting her waist, and was constantly greeting the benefactors in the hall, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a slender and tall man slowly walking in.This man was dressed in a green shirt, with wide sleeves that were very elegant.He also wore a green bamboo hat on his head, and the black gauze drooped down to cover his face.In the flames of the lamp, the man's long hair was black and shiny, like a piece of black satin hanging behind his back, obviously he was a young man.

That madam has been through the world for a long time, her eyes are so sharp, after a quick look, she found that although the man in Tsing Yi was dressed in plain clothes, the fabric he used was the most high-quality material that was most sought after by rich and noble families in Suzhou and Hangzhou. A piece of jade unicorn is a top-grade jadeite with exquisite carving.Looking at the man's calm and elegant gait, he is probably from a noble family, so he greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, this young master is new here! Fei Niang, Caiqin, Le'er, you guys should come over and meet young master soon." The bustard called several red girls in the yard with one voice.

A few coquettish women responded, surrounded by the fragrance of skirts.

The man in Tsing Yi seemed a little unaccustomed to this flirtatious battle, he raised his sleeves to block the women, then coughed and chuckled loudly: "Mom, I'm here to find someone."

The madam only said that the young man's face was tender, she covered her mouth with a fan and teased: "My lord, look at what you said, the guests who come to my Lianxiang Courtyard are not all here to have fun with the girls."

The woman and Fang Xun who stood nearby heard it, and they all laughed out loud.A woman simply stepped forward and grabbed the man in Tsing Yi's arm, her eyes were like silk, and she walked towards him with her half-open chest. "Young Master is looking for, isn't it the slave family?"

"Girl, please let go." The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help showing a little embarrassment in his voice, and after gently pushing the woman away, he said to the madam, "I came here to find a man."

"Ah?" The charming smile on the madam's face suddenly froze.When she saw that the man in Tsing Yi had gone to the side of the stairs and climbed up the stairs, she came back to her senses, followed the man in Tsing Yi up the stairs, and said angrily: "I only have cute girls here! If you want to find Little boy, you’ve gone to the wrong place.”

The man in Tsing Yi kept walking, glanced at the names on the small wooden signs at the doors of the rooms on the second floor one by one, and said with a smile, "It's not wrong. The person I'm looking for is with Miss Qiongzhi here."

The bustard was stunned.The door of a side room at the other end of the corridor opened suddenly, and a person stepped out. It was a tall and handsome young man.The eyebrows flew into the temples, the handsomeness was dusty, but the corners of the slightly raised mouth held a faint sneer.Seeing the man in Tsing Yi who was approaching him, the young man's eyes froze and his expression suddenly changed.

"Brother, I finally found you this time." The man in Tsing Yi sighed with a smile.

The young man's face sank like water, he suddenly slapped the carved railing beside him, and jumped off the building with his strength.Amidst the exclamation of everyone downstairs, the young man had landed lightly, and without stopping, he pushed aside the crowd and rushed out.

"Young Master Su? Young Master?!" A petite and dainty woman rushed out from that wing room, just as she saw the man in Tsing Yi's fluttering sleeves, she also jumped down.When the man turned his head slightly, the black veil under the brim of his hat fluttered, revealing his handsome profile, which happened to fall into her sight.

Qiongzhi couldn't help but gasped, and was stunned—the appearance of the man in Tsing Yi was exactly the same as Mr. Su who had just left her room...

Two figures jumped out of Lianxiangyuan one after the other.Feeling that the carriages and horses on Huajie were crowded, the young man in front simply tapped his toes and flew up to the roof, and the man in Tsing Yi jumped onto the roof to give chase.The movements of the two are extremely fast, and under the moonlight, two faint shadows can be seen flying past, like floating lights.

After crossing several flower streets and willow lanes, it gradually approaches the countryside.There were no lights around, so the moonlight became clearer and brighter, piercing through the clouds as thin as a veil, and shining on the Gujin weeping willows on the bank of the river.There is only one bamboo pavilion at the ferry, and there are no boats.

"Brother, there is no way ahead, don't hide from me anymore." The man in Tsing Yi sighed, and said with a wry smile: "I have been looking around for your whereabouts for the past few years, but every time you have avoided seeing me. Brother, you Do you hate me for monopolizing father's love, and don't plan to recognize me as a younger brother?"

The young man's footsteps froze slightly, and he stopped by the river, but he didn't turn his head, letting the night wind blow his hair and clothes, dancing in the air.

Seeing that he was no longer running away, the man in Tsing Yi also slowed down, walked behind the young man, reached out to take off the bamboo hat, and said sadly: "Brother, come back to Xiaozhu with me, otherwise I will never feel at ease for the rest of my life."

"Mu Zhe..." Su Weiming finally turned around slowly, staring at the younger brother whom he hadn't seen for many years, the latter's eyes were full of guilt, which made him unable to harden his heart to ignore his younger brother.Besides, in all fairness, wandering in the rivers and lakes all these years, even when he was lonely and self-pitying, what he hated was only his eccentric father, and the plum forest outside Broken Sword Xiaozhu that burned his humiliating memory. No resentment.

"You are my own younger brother, how could I be jealous of you!" Seeing that Su Muzhe's expression relaxed obviously because of his words, Su Weiming couldn't help but smile slightly, but then shook his head, mockingly The corners of his mouth curled up. "But I won't go back again, I don't want to be chased and beaten by my father again, heh──"

"Father passed away seven years ago."

One sentence cut off Su Weiming's voice, and the sneer froze on his face.He looked at his younger brother in shock, his mind went blank for a moment, and after a while, he said with difficulty: "What did you say? I, I never heard of this."

His reaction was as expected by Su Muzhe.Su Muzhe took his elder brother's arm and sighed: "Brother, since you left, father has fallen ill. I was still young at that time, and my swordsmanship was not yet mastered, so I couldn't be alone. Director Guan and the others were afraid that if the news of father's illness spread If you go out, there will be enemies from Xiao Xiaoxiao who will come to your door, so you have been hiding your father's illness from the outside world."

He looked at Su Weiming's pale face under the moonlight, and comforted him: "Brother, father passed away seven years ago, and he didn't make any noise. Of course you didn't know, so don't blame yourself." As for his father, he fell ill because of his brother's anger. , he never mentioned it, so as not to make his brother feel more guilty.

No matter how much resentment there is, after all, it can't match the blood of flesh and blood that is thicker than water.Su Weiming stood there dumbfounded, her chest was swollen, and she felt unspeakably uncomfortable.For some reason, his eye sockets felt sore, and he hurriedly turned his head away, not wanting his younger brother to see his weakness, but Su Muzhe continued in a low voice: "It is father's will not to mourn. Brother, father, when the old man was leaving Repeatedly, I must find you back, and I can't let you wander outside alone. If you don't return to Broken Sword Xiaozhu for a day, father's coffin won't be buried for a day."

"...Don't lie to me..."

"Brother! How could I lie to you!" Su Muzhe turned to his elder brother helplessly, stared at his red eye circles, and said word by word: "Although father had many mistakes in his early years, he still missed you before he died. Don't worry about it. Don't hold grudges against him anymore, go home, so that father can be buried as soon as possible."

Su Weiming closed her eyes, only her lips trembled slightly, and after a long time, she nodded.He regretted not being able to see his mother for the last time back then, and he didn't want to see his father's last face again.

With a long sigh, he broke free from the long memory, and turned his gaze back from the direction of the family hall.Touching the clothes, standing outside for a long time, slightly damp with dew.

A gleam of orange-red light has suddenly appeared in the eastern sky, and it is slowly tearing apart the blue sky, illuminating the scattered roof tiles, flowers and trees around the hidden sword pavilion.

An old figure with a stooped back walked through the pale white mist at dawn, walked to the hidden sword pavilion with a reed broom, and began to sweep the floor slowly.

Su Weiming couldn't help but frowned.

It has been nearly a year since I quietly returned to Broken Sword Xiaozhu with my younger brother.

He still couldn't erase the shadow of the nightmare in Merlin back then. Although he was drunk at that time and couldn't remember the man's face and voice in a daze, he always suspected that the prostitute was from Xiaozhumen. He was willing to show his face in front of that man, despite his younger brother's persuasion, he remained unmoved, and hid in the hidden sword pavilion all day long, not meeting anyone except his younger brother Mu Zhe, and even told his younger brother not to tell everyone about his existence.Su Muzhe didn't know why, and he was afraid that if the pressure was too urgent, his elder brother would run away from home again in a fit of anger, so he had to give up.

Among the many servants and servants in Xiaozhu, the only one Su Weiming had a good impression of was Uncle Jiu who often went to the countryside to visit and take care of him.After returning home, he didn't want to hide from the old man. One day on a whim, he wanted his younger brother to find the old man to catch up with him, but he was told by his younger brother that the real Uncle Jiu had already passed away. Wumeng disguised herself.

Surprised, he asked his brother for details.Su Muzhe also heard Guan Shanyu and others talk about Uncle Jiu's outstanding skills after the attack on Xiaozhu by the disciples of Jishenfeng. What is the purpose of building.

When the two brothers discussed it, they both thought that the devil would definitely not be able to drive away. Fortunately, the other party had been hiding in Xiaozhu for many years and had not done anything against Xiaozhu, so they let it go.

Having said that, Su Weiming is no less concerned with outside world affairs than his younger brother who stayed in Xiaozhu all the year round, and his mind is open-minded. He traveled all over the rivers and lakes alone, and he has heard a lot of sinister people. He always feels that Shen Wumeng's matter is very strange.

The leader of Tianyi, who was so powerful in the martial arts world, didn't do it, but went to Xiaozhu to change his face and become a sweeping servant.Su Weiming would never believe that Shen Wumeng had no plans.It's just that these days, he has been secretly paying attention to this big devil for a long time, but he hasn't found any flaws.

Shen Wumeng's daily actions are not only normal, they are even so simple that they can be described as the same.The rooster crowed and the sunset rested. Most of the time during the day was spent sweeping around the Tibetan Sword Pavilion.

From Su Weiming's point of view, the more normal this big devil behaves, the deeper the conspiracy must be hidden behind it.It's just that he really broke his head and couldn't figure it out. What's so good about Broken Sword Xiaozhu that the other party should spend years here? ...

His mind followed the figure downstairs, unconsciously, Su Weiming frowned even tighter.At this time, the rising sun had jumped out of the clouds, and through the fading mist, Su Weiming vaguely felt that Shen Wumeng suddenly raised his head and looked at him from afar.

Even though they were far apart, the man's sharp gaze was still like an arrow, looking straight into the bottom of Su Weiming's eyes.

It doesn't matter if it's Su Weiming's illusion, but being stared at by a man like this, he suddenly felt unspeakably awkward.Although there was no hostility in the other party's gaze, an inexplicable sense of disobedience still rose from Su Weiming's heart.

He snorted, concealing his inner panic, and returned to the bedroom.