You Jianghu people really know how to play

Zhang Ziyun and Zhang Ziqiao are very similar. Shen Guangming remembered that Zhang Ziqiao had told him that the two brothers were from the same mother.It's just that although Zhang Ziyun's appearance is not as old as Zhang Ziqiao's, he is gray-haired and emaciated.

At this time, Tang Ou also realized that the person in front of him could not be the master.He silently made way for Zhang Ziyun to walk in.

Walking to Shen Guangming, Shen Guangming stopped him and asked him to look back.

Zhang Ziyun did not follow him forward, but stood still, staring blankly behind Tang Ou and Shen Guangming.

This is the oldest house on Ziyun Peak, and the four walls are full of stories about Patriarch Qingyang praying to Buddha and traveling in all directions when he was young.It was painted by Zhang Ziqiao himself.The last part of the story is that in the Qiankun Cave, an old man is talking to the two teenagers in front of him.

Today Zhang Ziqiao lies in a thin coffin, which is placed in the center of the house, between the white lanterns and the spirit-calling banners.

The ghost paper is still burning in the brazier.The flames are lively, and the black smoke is also lively, rising up in puffs, and the mourning hall is indistinct in the black smoke.

Zhang Ziyun watched for a long time before slowly raising his legs and walking into the mourning hall.

"Is he okay?" Shen Guangming asked, "Why doesn't he say a word?"

"I don't know, don't ask." Tang Ou said.

The two were standing not far from the mourning hall.After Zhang Ziyun entered the mourning hall, Tang Ou dragged Shen Guangming out, leaving Zhang Ziyun alone with his brother.

Shen Guang knew that he was suffering in his heart, so he stopped talking and stayed with him quietly.Seeing him sit down, Tang Ou hesitated for a moment and sat down too.The two shoulders were close together, warming each other.

The spring night is deep, and the insects are singing.

"I'll teach you when I understand Qingyang's mind." Tang Ou said, "I will definitely renew your meridians."

Shen Guangming nodded.He was so busy today, he hadn't thought of the connection between Qingyang's mental method and himself at all.Sitting blankly for a while, thinking that Tang Ou helped him so much because he wanted to repay the guilt of the year, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Is it better to go and see him?" Shen Guangming jumped up from the ground, "He looks very sad."

"You go." Tang Ou said.

Shen Guangming wondered, "Why don't you go?"

"I can't go. Seeing me will only remind him of Master. Since he knows my name and knows that I am Master's apprentice, it means that he has been concerned about things on Ziyun Peak all these years."

Shen Guangming nodded suddenly, turned and left.

When entering the mourning hall, Shen Guangming was taken aback.

Zhang Ziyun was wiping Zhang Ziqiao's face beside the coffin.His movements and expressions are extremely gentle, and the sternness and haggardness of the first meeting seem to have disappeared.

Shen Guangming didn't dare to approach, for fear of disturbing him.After Zhang Ziyun finished these things, he turned to look at Shen Guangming: "Who are you?"

Shen Guangming claims to be Tang Ou's friend.Now he is not afraid that Tang Ou will jump out and beat him up.

Zhang Ziyun didn't respond when he heard this, and turned his head to look at the coffin in a daze.

"Are you hungry?" Shen Guangming asked, "Can I have porridge?"

"I don't drink porridge, I drink blood." Zhang Ziyun said calmly.

Because he spoke too calmly, Shen Guangming didn't know whether he was telling the truth or falsehood for a moment, so he looked at him blankly.

Zhang Ziyun glanced at him and smiled.When he smiled, he looked more like Zhang Ziqiao, and Shen Guangming's eyes were sore from watching it.

"I'm not hungry, go back and rest." He said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Shen Guangming hesitated outside the door for a moment, then turned and walked slowly.

Zhang Ziyun stayed for several days.He really didn't eat anything, only drank water, and spent most of his time sitting in the mourning hall in a daze.It's still cold, but it's time to burrow.Zhang Ziyun didn't go, he went to the peak early in the morning and wandered outside the small courtyard.

Shen Guangming thought he would destroy the lock, but he just touched the cold lock body, wiped off the dew, and then jumped over the courtyard wall to enter.

Shen Guangming broke off the pear branch and held the branch with all its petals in his hands.The villagers at the foot of the mountain gathered on the mountain road, wanting to send off the immortal on Ziyun Peak.Seeing the immortal's disciple coming out carrying the coffin, the villagers stepped forward to help, but Tang Ou refused.

He carried the coffin on his shoulders, and walked with heavy steps, stepping up the mountain step by step through the wet spring soil and the new grass stalks.

Zhang Ziqiao didn't have a will, Tang Ou discussed with Zhang Ziyun and decided to bury him on the peak.

Shen Guangming and him dug a deep pit and put the coffin in it.When Tang Ou covered the earth, Shen Guangming still felt dazed: he couldn't believe that Zhang Ziqiao was really gone.

However, he and Tang Ou nailed the coffin to death.

Tang Ou was inserting the wooden plank into the ground, Shen Guangming was about to step forward with a pear branch, but he was pulled away by the people passing by.

Zhang Ziyun changed into a suit of clothes, which were old but neat.He pulled out the board and threw it aside without looking at it.

"No such thing. He doesn't like it."

Zhang Ziyun carefully inserted the pear branch into the freshly turned soil, sat aside, and resumed his previous attitude of sitting in the mourning hall.

This time even Tang Ou also sat with him.

Shen Guangming packed his tools and quietly went down the mountain.

He has never had a family member die, but he also had the experience of pretending to be relatives to eat and drink when walking with Fang Dazao. Seeing that the mountain people were still surrounding the mountain road, he took out the piece of silver he treasured and gave it to them.

After sending those people away, Shen Guangming sat outside the locked practice room and ate cakes.After sitting for a while, I suddenly heard flocks of birds chirping in the forest below the mountain, and when I looked up, I saw flocks of birds fluttering around.

There were still two half-dead monks imprisoned in the firewood room. Shen Guangming was extremely vigilant, for fear that it was someone from Shaolin who came to rob the prisoner.He was about to run to find Tang Ou and Zhang Ziyun when he caught a glimpse of bright red flashing in the forest out of the corner of his eye.

Monk...dressed so coquettishly?

Shen Guangming stopped.

After a while, the horse neighed.A white horse stopped in front of Shen Guangming.

"Who are you?" The man on the horse was dressed in a red-brown robe, looking down at Shen Guangming, "Where is Tang Ou? I am Lin Shaoyi, and I want to find him."

Shen Guangming: "..."

It's like roast duck.he thinks.