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His slightly uneasy expression made me hesitate about the decision I was about to make. I didn't fully understand his past, but these days getting along is enough to make me know clearly that he can't bear the blow of being betrayed and deceived, even if he reveals the truth Identity has done no harm to his situation or my situation, and he will still be haunted by my deception.

He was ashamed of his morbid demands on other people's skin, but he was delighted and comforted by my acceptance. Why didn't I take advantage of his longing for dependence and relieve my desire for dominance that I had nowhere to release.

——He doesn't care about his situation at all, all he cares about is whether I can be trusted.

I have no right to betray that trust.

"Qing Ming, is that what your senior brother calls you too?"

"Oh, this." He breathed a sigh of relief, "By the time my brother found me, I had already recovered most of my memory—the people in the yamen probably told you that I only became conscious six years ago—so he still treated me like I was. When he was a teacher, his name was sometimes Shidi, sometimes Yin Qing. He said that Qingming can be a flute or a weapon, but it can’t be a person’s name.”

"He's always been nice."

"Yeah, so you don't have to worry too much. Even if you don't play the song well in front of him, I, a master who is not strict in teaching, will stand in the way. Did you understand the part just now?"

"Almost, I'll play it again, and you can correct it."

I have to figure out another way.

In the evening, I let the eagle tell A Xu about You Fangting and Yin Xun's original names that I found out last night and ordered her to investigate with Xue Guike, but Xue Guike replied quickly, saying that his Gu worm had sensed Yin Xun's traces.

His child-mother Gu has a special effect, the mother Gu can control the approximate distance of the child Gu, once the child Gu is too far away, the victim will suffer from heart-piercing pain, and the mother Gu will also feel it.According to his estimate, Yin Xun should have hid in the snowy mountains in the northwest.

I remembered the night when I found Xue Guike, Qingming stepped into the trap set by Yin Xun. If I wasn't there, with his out-of-control mentality, this revenge trick of framing and framing is likely to succeed.Yin Xun also took this as a last-ditch effort, intending to succeed and die, and let Xue Guike, who threatened his life with the mother gu, sink into the swamp.

But he didn't die, and Qing Ming didn't become notorious as he expected.

He used the case to hint at the meeting place for Qing Ming before, but Qing Ming went to the meeting and fought fiercely without disturbing anyone in the yamen. whereabouts.

Somewhat strange.

Yin Xun's hatred is too strong. He slaughtered his adoptive parents and his family, and even traveled thousands of miles from Dongting Lake to find Xu Hailai in order to exterminate his family. It is not surprising that such frenzied revenge appeared on the vicious and vicious gangster who wandered around the rivers and lakes, but he was clearly with Qing Ming. When he grew up, he even almost married Yin He, the daughter of the Yin family, who really belonged to the Yin family.In Qing Ming's memories, he was even more dignified, and even felt a little inferior when facing his parents and brothers.What kind of inside story is hidden in Yin He's death, so that he can be catalyzed by hatred into his current cruel and vicious appearance?

And according to Qing Ming's personality, if he really had something to do with the inside story, it would be impossible for him to do anything with Yin Xun again.

He'll kill with the neck down.

It's a pity that except for Qing Ming who lost his memory and wandered in a foreign land, all Yin's family members have been killed by Yin Xun. Now if anyone can still clearly remember the truth of the year, I am afraid that only Yin Xun is left. The information they have is not equal at all. No wonder Qing Ming couldn't comprehend what he had done, and was determined to redeem him.

The ins and outs of the whole incident, unless Qingming's chaotic memories are dug out, can only be known by catching Yin Xun and questioning him.

"Master, do you want to play?"

After dinner, Qingming handed me a new copy of "Moon Pecking". When I tried to integrate my internal energy into the new song and play it, I noticed that he was standing by the side, holding the Qingming flute that was rarely taken out on weekdays, rubbing the body of the flute from time to time, as if in vain. The aftertaste of the demonstration for me in the day is still there, and I feel itchy when I play it.

I pushed the sheet music to him: "I want to see you play this one."

Even though I have mastered most of the basic music theory in order to pretend to be his apprentice, I am still very clear that I am a disciple of the magic knife. No matter how much Yihua martial arts I learn in the future, this will not change. Chen's unrestrained posture, the sword intent deposited in his bones is as rough and cold as the vast snowy desert in the northwest, stubborn and unyielding.

So at this time, I felt sorry for his distraction when he was playing in the daytime. It’s not that I haven’t seen the vision of the water-colored inscription pattern in the Yihua flute, but I can’t imagine his phoenix eyes and gray hair reflected in the sunlight. What is the scene after the color of the water, is it still as lazy and sluggish as usual, can you see the heroic and graceful appearance when he dressed up and went to see Yin Xun that night.

He didn't need to read the score, but just called me to the courtyard, pointed to the old maple tree in the courtyard and said: "From "Cai Yu" to "Pecking the Moon", the changes of flute music have increased, and the true energy is from the inside to the outside. Now that you have practiced magic sword martial arts, you should understand this process. However, the changes in Ming Yugong are mostly in the melodious part of the flute, and the true energy needs to rise and fall along with it, so that the melody can be coherent. I will play a section, and look at the leaves."

He took my hand and put it on his lower abdomen: "Qi starts from Dantian, feel it carefully."

He didn't fully use it, but just mobilized a small stream from the majestic sea of ​​air, blending into the sound of the flute like a gossamer.In the sunset of Changchuan, the sound of the flute is transparent and long. The maple trees that have begun to shed their leaves since autumn suddenly swayed like an autumn wind, and dropped golden and red withered leaves all over the ground.

At the end of this section, the water-blue inscription pattern had just vaguely transformed into a prototype in mid-air, and then disappeared like a ripple.

But just that glance, it's like a fairy music coming to this world.

"You are so beautiful."

"...What nonsense, you try it once." Probably Yihua's disciples are used to hearing this kind of words, he just went to get the broom, swept the leaves scattered all over the yard, and listened to my practice, sometimes making a sound guide.

The sky was getting darker, the moonlight was pouring down, and his hand was still on the flute, which was a bit unusual, and he was about to rest at this time on weekdays, and he would wash up and go to bed after smoking a cigarette——I understand.

He is addicted to smoking.

No wonder I can't leave the flute all afternoon, and I sometimes put it on my lips, but I only play it when I ask for advice.

"Master, do you want to smoke?"

I saw him through his mind, and on his face showed the embarrassment of an elder who was pointed out by a younger generation. He said stiffly, "No, it's just that I'm not used to being empty-handed."

"Come here, it's time to sleep." I made the bed, "You'll get used to it."

I inserted my fingers into his hair, rubbed his scalp, and licked his tongue. The taste in his mouth was very refreshing, and the bitter smoke in the past was faint, revealing the real warm body odor. Thinking about the cigarette that I haven't touched for a long time, panting oppressively, it took me a long time to catch the break of my kiss: "Enough, enough."

"Yesterday... After finishing, my waist still hurts..." He whispered, moving his lower body outward, trying to hide the fact that he was already emotional.

"Do you need me to help you?"

"...No need." His arms wrapped around my waist, making me press tightly against him, "It's very comfortable to stay like this for a while."

But after a while, he asked again: "Do you want it?"

"I don't want to." Since he said that his back hurts, then don't do it, let alone the future will be long.

But he seemed to have misunderstood my usual indifferent tone, Qiqi Aiai said: "You... don't you like it?"

"I don't want to go fishing, do you understand?" I whispered in his ear, "You are beautiful, I like it very much."

It was only then that he understood the meaning behind my words during the day, and his face turned red all of a sudden: "Go to bed early, we have to investigate the case tomorrow."

"If what you're talking about is a serial case, there should be no need to investigate further—don't panic, only I know, and you told me about it when you were drunk."

He is in my arms, and every slight change in his body can be seen at a glance.Hearing this, he froze for a moment, then sighed, "Drinking is a mistake."

"I'm your apprentice, so it's not a mistake." I stroked the scar left by the knife wound on his abdomen, and there was an uneven spot on the skin under my palm, "Yin Xun's martial arts are still superior to yours? Last time you injured Very heavy."

"What is that little injury... I don't want to fight him. I haven't seen him for many years. I don't know what he has gone through. Now...he is about to die."

Xue Guike found out about Yin Xun's life.

He was indeed a child left in the water bandit village back then. Because he escaped the massacre at a young age, he was taken in by the Yin family afterwards and obeyed the teachings of his adoptive parents. people brought up.

Until Yin He's death eight years ago, when he disappeared from the Yin family, he did not fail to practice any martial arts.

But six years ago, he possessed martial arts that could rival those of the Yin family, and he returned like impermanence demanding his life.In just two years, my skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Except for those that have been lost and destroyed, there is only one possibility in my impression——

He made himself into a medicine man who can practice martial arts like a whale and a dragon, and make a rapid progress.

The poison of the medicine man requires washing the viscera of a normal person. It is important to break it and then erect it. The bones and meridians are all crushed before they can be recast. The pain is self-evident.If his temperament is not tough enough, even his mind will be damaged. He can retain his memory, and he has endured so many tortures soberly. No wonder his temperament has changed drastically.However, the drug poison penetrates the meridians, and the peerless martial arts that can be quickly cultivated, the price is that the body is as cold as ice, and the time is numbered.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome to search for mountains."

I flipped through the Tianxianggu medicine collection that Xue Guike found, which recorded the medicine man's prescription to relieve the poison and prolong his life: "Did you tell him that the Gu worms would be in excruciating pain if they were too far away?"

"No, how dare I say it. If I did, he would have to tie me by my side all day." Xue Guike scratched his neck and arms from time to time, as if he had lice on his body. "When I think of bugs crawling in my body, even I also thank Bumin now, he definitely started to hurt again, making me restless."

"According to this prescription." I showed him a page in the medicine book, "Go to a pharmacy that is closer to the place you sensed, and inquire about it. Be careful."

"Okay!" After writing down the prescription, he stuffed the medicine collection into his arms, and then said again, "Boss, someone saw Yihua at the post station last night, it looks like Zi Sang Mingxing. Xu Hai has never moved much in this place." Hua, Yin Qing's senior brother also said that he will be there, this brother Zisang has been traveling all over the world, and he just passed by within a few months, isn't it a bit too coincidental."

The name Zisang Mingxing has been widely circulated in the Central Plains martial arts since the opening of Yihua Palace, because of defeating Taibai's famous sword, Gongsun Sword.He has traveled around various factions to challenge martial arts masters for years, and it is rumored that he is gentle and dignified, as if born from a hidden fairy, and he will fight with others first.In recent days, due to the injury of Bailuzhou in Tianxiang Valley, he did not want to take advantage of others' danger and postponed the agreed battle.

He is Qing Ming's senior brother?

If so, he would be here today.In order to connect with Xue Guike, I took a patrol mission for a day, and I deliberately went back late at night. Even if he was, I should be able to avoid it: "Where is You Fangting?"

"I don't have any news from here. Sister Ah Xu is still investigating, and there may be clues."

"Xiaoting?"

Xue Guike and I were exchanging information among the noisy people in the afternoon market. Suddenly, I heard a warm male voice calling from the second floor of the teahouse above my head. Xue Guike immediately hid in the crowd. I looked up and saw Qingming Sight.

The person drinking tea opposite him was Zisang Mingxing.

Zisang said again via voice transmission: "Come up quickly."

what is this?

"Just now I heard from my junior brother, I still don't believe it. It really looks like a reborn body, and my temperament is much calmer." He called Xiao Er to add another cup of tea, and waved at me, "At the beginning, I advised your aunt to travel thousands of miles, which is better than working behind closed doors. Come and see a lot.”

"Uncle Master laughed at me." I scratched my head and apologized with embarrassment - I didn't know how to react other than to laugh along with me.

"But you child, why didn't you reply when you arrived in Xu Hai? She can wait anxiously at home. If Qingming didn't tell me, she would have packed up and came out to find you." Zisang shook his head, " You have grown so tall, there are some things you should understand, your parents died young, it is not easy for her to raise you alone. When you are sensible, you should be more considerate of her. "

Qing Ming probably didn't expect "I" to have such a life experience, the teacup paused on his lips: "He is very good, but I have too many troubles, and I probably don't have time for a while."

"Okay, I know you like little apprentice." Zisang smiled, with a pair of gentle smile lines on his face, "I've always wanted to see you livelier these years, and Xiao Ting has contributed a lot to this."

As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag from his bag: "The tobacco leaves his aunt planted last season had a good harvest, so she gave me some more, but you also need an appropriate amount, okay?"

Qingming looked at me, lowered his head and whispered, "I quit."

Zisang was stunned, and glanced at Qingming's waist, where the ink sapphire flute hanging there replaced the old tobacco rod: "Really? Don't be like the past few years...Xiao Ting, has your master quit smoking?"

"Stop doing."

A spring-like smile appeared on Zisang's face again, and he took back the tobacco leaves: "Seeing Xiaoting is a happy event, and I can finally live a good year with peace of mind when I go back this year. Although I know you don't want to go back, I still want to go back again." Nagging, will you return to Yihua Island this year?"

Qingming looked at me subconsciously: "Did you go home to find your aunt during the Chinese New Year?"

I didn't know who my aunt was at all, so I bit the bullet and nodded.

"Do you even have to ask your apprentice about this? Oh, it seems that I will accept one next year, and see how it feels if someone cares about it." Zisang joked, "Xiao Ting is considered to be a disciple of Yihua, so I don't want to persuade your master to go back. Want to see Master?"

"I... go home and help my aunt." I bite the bullet and say something.

"Come with aunt. Yihua Island is very warm in winter, the scenery is beautiful, and there are many cheats. You have always been curious about how our flute is made. You will know when you come."

Adhering to the principle of saying less and making less mistakes, I held my teacup and did not answer, Qing Ming raised his forehead and said: "Senior brother, you will not be able to accept apprentices if you always do this..."

"I got it, how could it be your turn, Junior Brother? But Xiao Ting really hasn't changed—"

After the joke, Zisang Mingxing became serious: "I heard a lot of rumors here that there are more people in the Jianghu near the post station, and most of them are spies from Feisheng Pavilion. Is this related to the serial case?"

"Don't worry, I know." Qing Ming took a sip of tea, avoiding Zisang's questioning gaze.

"It was almost planted on you." Zisang cast a scrutinizing gaze at me, "I understand it clearly, why do you need to hide it, if there is no Xiaoting, would I still be able to see you today? It's all a problem. Didn't you say that Yin Xun was executed by Shen Tang according to the family rules because of what happened eight years ago?"

I know that all the clues found with the help of Feisheng Pavilion will become commodities in the pavilion for sale, but I didn't expect Zisang Mingxing to learn so much information through Feisheng Pavilion, and even deduce it based on the memory revealed by Qing Ming. so much.

The death of Yin He made Yin Xun fall into the hands of the Yin family?

I know the old customs in the Dongting area. Prisoners are thrown into the poisonous swamp, and they are often burned to death by the poison in the swamp before they are drowned.If you are lucky, you will be stunned by the poison gas first, which is barely a happy death.

Yin Xun is too heavy, which is probably the reason why he became a medicine man - he can survive after that kind of punishment, and he doesn't want to do anything but strong medicine.

"I fought against him before, so you don't have to worry about it." Thinking of Yin Xun, Qing Ming always seemed to harbor unexplained guilt. He tried his best to prevent Zisang from looking for Yin Xun for him, emphasizing again and again that he was not threatened.

"But I heard that you spent nearly ten days recovering from your wounds in order to catch him?" Zisang got up to settle the bill, "You don't want me to interfere in your affairs. I can't stop worrying, I'm afraid that you will be in prison and no one will help you, but I know in my heart that your skill is enough to protect yourself, so I indulge your temper. But now you are not alone, and there are apprentices to protect, so you have to protect yourself more than before. Be more cautious. Come with me and see if your skills have regressed."

He found a wasteland outside Gutao Town, and before he could gain a firm foothold, he immediately threw his palm at Qing Ming, Qing Ming dodged, and faced the intoxicating flower he secretly imagined behind him, kicked back After a few steps, he took the flute with his backhand to adapt to the sudden rhythm of the battle.

"A real enemy won't give you time to react." Zisang's always gentle words became short and solemn as he focused on the counter-moves. His hands holding the jade flute were full of internal energy, glowing white, with bright water-colored inscriptions Actuated by the continuous palm of his pair of black jade hands, the phantom of the Jade Spirit rises from Qingming's feet indistinctly,

I am far away, and masters will subconsciously detect all the fluctuations of internal energy around them when they are fighting each other, not to mention Yihua Jieyu, which can absorb the internal energy of other sects and use it for it. According to Zisang Mingxing, the original You Fangting It seems that I don't know martial arts. I have practiced the inner strength of the magic sword for many years. Once I am discovered, I will immediately reveal my secrets.

Qingming counterattacked in time, and the bright light of the intoxicated flower attacked Zisang like a meteor, but he just brushed his backhand lightly, dissolving the hallucinogenic internal force, and even had enough time to notice me: "Xiao Ting looks closer, can you see me?" It's not easy for your master to fight seriously."

I took a step forward, two steps, and stood in a dangerous range.

Indeed, Qing Ming's eyes were different from usual, he fully activated Ming Yugong, while counterattacking Zisang, he also found a gap to absorb the relatively soft internal force, and after a short while, he became full of energy, urging the intoxicating flower that had been planted in Zisang's body , forming a phantom of his Jade Spirit in front of him to attack.Zisang seemed to intend to investigate his lightness kung fu, so he pulled the distance far away, but now he turned back with a wry smile, and stood in front of Xuying and said, "It turns out that the slow-moving trick is waiting for me here, you run a few steps What are you afraid of?"

Attacking the Jade Spirit phantom in the opponent's body can cause the same damage to the main body, so as to avoid chasing the opponent's internal energy during the battle. Credible evidence under Huamen.He never doubted my magical sword martial arts, partly because I was the one Zisang handed him over, and partly because Zisang was a gentleman enough to seldom reveal You Fangting's background to him behind "me".

Their sparring ended when Qingming's internal energy was exhausted. After Zisang taught him some combos, he waved to me: "Where's Xiaoting? How have you learned these days? Has your leg healed?"

At first Qingming mistook me for You Fangting because it was mentioned in the letter that he also had a leg injury, but the tendon injury I suffered was irreversible, and the real You Fangting may not be like this.

Just when I was about to muddle through, Qingming said: "He is not well yet, so I only taught the flute score."

"It's not good yet...then let's play a song for my uncle." Zisang's eyes were still gentle, but sharp, and he paid attention to my legs, "Come closer."

When a master like him fights freely, I often involuntarily want to raise my energy and mobilize my internal strength, but in order to suppress this impulse, I tend to hide my sense of existence too much, which is abnormal no matter what.I struggled to balance my breath, took out the flute, and didn't even dare to use my internal strength, so I only played the introductory chapter in "Caiyu".

"It's not bad, I only learned "Caiyu" - have you taught him internal skills?" He asked Qingming.

Qing Ming wondered why I didn't play "Moon Pecking", which requires internal energy to be integrated into the melody, but just shook his head and said: "He has already learned how to run the sky in Shendao, so I don't need to teach it."

"Shen Dao?" Zisang was surprised, and squeezed my face jokingly: "Unexpectedly, Xiao Ting is also interested in Shen Dao, have you been to Shen Dao Hall?"

"……Um."

He casually rubbed the skin behind my ear with his fingers, doubting whether I was easy to hide, but he didn't touch anything, and his tone relaxed: "How many days have you learned? The footwork of the magic knife is very similar."

"It's only been a few days, I'm just curious... I came to Master as soon as possible after that." I considered some ambiguous words, and Zisang Mingxing confirmed that I was not pretending to be so worried, and sighed with a smile: "You At this age, there is still uncertainty, no matter what, learn from your master in the future."

"Same as before, I will stay at the Gutao Station for three or four days. If you have anything to do, don't be afraid of trouble, you can come to senior brother." Zi Sang seems to have other things, seeing the sun sinking Busily said goodbye to Qing Ming, "Xiao Ting too, don't always feel that the uncle is nagging, and send letters home more, okay?"

I nodded my head and breathed a sigh of relief seeing him walk away.

But the whole thing is not right.

Zi Sang Mingxing couldn't see that I was an obvious fake, and even came to touch me to see if I was disguised.

Could it be that I look exactly like the real You Fangting?