Sky Wind·Sea Rain·Lights

The stone door burst open, and the frosty air rushed towards the face, extinguishing the weak candle.A large number of artificial ice cubes were piled up here, and the crystals reflected a faint light. With this little light, they could clearly see the rectangular ice coffin placed in the center of the room.

The man in white lying quietly inside is vaguely visible.

That was Le Xuanqing's body.

Le Shuhan didn't know whether to be sad or happy. He supported the coffin and knelt down. The appearance of the person in the coffin could still be discerned. His eyebrows were like ink, his skin was as white as fat, and his lips were as red as blood. time is no different.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he would still be lucky enough to see his grandfather. His heart was as excited as a surging river, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help sighing that Qu Huarong hid his grandfather's body here, which made the souls of the ancestors of the Le family restless for a long time. In order to satisfy his twisted and perverted desire for longevity.

His fists were clenched tightly.

Qiao Zhan helped him up and said, "Shuhan, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's take Daoist Le out first, and bury him generously when we return to Butterfly Valley."

"Okay." Le Shuhan nodded.

Qiao Zhan bowed his hands to the ice coffin: "Le Daochang, I offended you."

The three men held the head, middle and tail of the ice coffin and walked out, while Yu Lan'er was exploring the way ahead.Walking from the darkness to the light, I saw a group of Cao Xu's men responding at the mountain gate. The officers and soldiers wrapped the hemp rope around the ice coffin and tied it several layers, and then inserted two arms-thick coffin-carrying posts through the center of the rope loops. The four soldiers lifted the coffin and walked down the mountain like flying.

When Le Shuhan and the others walked away, Zhuo Beishan stood in the grass and looked down. Cao Xu's soldiers and horses were fighting fiercely with the group of Tianfengtang guards. On the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood.

As expected of a man under the governor's command, this kid is really resistant to beating, and he insisted on holding on for so long.Zhuo Beishan smiled, put his index finger and thumb together to form a ring, put them between his lips and blew a bright whistle.

The whistle echoed through the mountains.

Cao Xu spat blood before looking up, seeing the figure disappearing in the vegetation, he grinned and said, "It took so long to finish, my bones are almost broken."

He shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Retreat!"

The sun was scorching hot, and the sun was like a burning fireball. The people who carried the coffin felt that the weight on their shoulders was getting lighter and lighter. When they looked down, they found that the bottom of the ice coffin had begun to melt, and the water mixed with the smell of corpses was dripping all the way.

The smell is scattered in the air, and when it is blown by the wind, the stench is very bad.Le Shuhan looked at the soldier in front of him covering his nose and frowning, turned his eyes down and got off his horse, walked to the coffin bearer and said to him, "I'll come."

The soldier was embarrassed: "Mr. Le, this, this is not appropriate..."

"Nothing out of place".He lifted a corner of the coffin and continued walking with the other three, saying, "Go to the back and rest."

Qiao Zhan tightened the reins and turned his head, seeing Le Shuhan's serious face, he knew that he probably couldn't bear it again.After all, he was his own grandfather, he would not be at ease after death, and he would be dissatisfied if he had to torment others like this.The ice coffin won't last long, and there are still a few hours before the sun sets.

"...Go to the next town and buy a solid wooden coffin."

Qiao Zhan took out an ingot of silver from his pocket and handed it to a soldier beside the horse. The soldier took the silver, looked at Le Shuhan again, and nodded: "Hey, Mr. Qiao, you should be more careful."

Qiao Zhan said: "Go early and return early, don't delay too long, we will wait for you by the entrance of the town."

After a day and night of exhausting travel, the group of them finally rushed back to Butterfly Valley at dawn.Standing at the foot of the Qingfeng cliff and looking up, I saw the rising light of the red sun covering the entire mountaintop.

Unexpectedly, this trip to steal the coffin went so smoothly, and several people silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuo Beishan built a pergola in front of his forehead with his hands, looked at the scenery on the top of the mountain, and couldn't help sighing: "Today's sun is so red, like fire."

Le Shuhan nodded: "Yes."

He also looked up, and there were layers of smoky gray clouds floating around the red sun, "The weather is not very good today, it seems to be raining." Such thick clouds, layered on top of each other, can't be seen clearly, it must be heavy rain.

"wrong."

Qiao Zhan's pupils gradually dilated: "That doesn't seem to be clouds, it's... fire!"

"Someone set fire to Butterfly Valley!"

Ignoring the others, Qiao Zhan swung the whip in his hand and rushed up the hill in the direction of the fire.Le Shuhan also got on his horse and followed behind him.The more you go up the mountain, the bigger the fire, and the hot air pours into your nostrils, making you almost suffocate.

The water source near Butterfly Valley is scarce, and the wind on the top of the cliff is strong.Once there is a fire to put out, it is even more difficult.The nearest stream is far away from the top of the cliff, and the fire has already devoured all the houses with grass and trees in the effort of pumping water back and forth up the mountain.It is necessary to cut down all the vegetation around the fire site to prevent the spread of the fire.

When we reached the top of the mountain, we saw thick fog.

Qiao Zhan covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and rushed in, but his arm was pulled back by someone, and Le Shuhan's voice sounded next to his ear: "A Zhan, wait. The fire is too big, you can't go in now."

"No, all my herbs are still inside."

Qiao Zhan struggled to get in, but he didn't care about others.This is the place where he grew up. His memories and the precious relics left by his master are all inside: "There are also my master's and my father's spiritual tablets, and there are other people's in the ancestral hall..."

"Valley Master—"

A charcoal-like man rushed out of the fire, kneeling at Qiao Zhan's feet, coughing violently.The clothes and fabrics on his body had been completely burned, only the armor on his shoulders hadn't melted, and the hot metal scalded his flesh into blood-red blisters, dripping with pus.

"what is the problem?"

Qiao Zhan asked, "Why did it suddenly catch fire?"

The guard shook his head: "No, it wasn't a fire. Someone deliberately set it on fire."

Qiao Zhan gritted his teeth: "Who is it?!"

They had only been down for a few days when something happened to Butterfly Valley.The man seemed to know their whereabouts like the back of his hand.The only person who went to Butterfly Valley before was Luo Qingyue, but he is dead now.Could it be Xie Qianqiu?

impossible.

After all, he is an official ordered by the imperial court, and besides, he has coveted the secret recipe of antidote for a long time, even if he went up the mountain, he shouldn't have done what bandits would do, and with his bullying character, he shouldn't behave like this.

Who else?Who else? !

The guard glanced at Le Shuhan uncomfortably, clasped his hands and said falteringly: "Yes, it is Le, Le Songyu."

Qiao Zhan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he staggered two steps back.Le Songyu was expelled from Tianfeng Hall, and even dared to come to Butterfly Valley to make trouble and set fire to the mountain.

He clenched his fists and asked coldly, "When did he go up the mountain and what did he do here?"

The guard replied: "It was Qi Meng who first found out that he was rummaging for things in the cliff cave of Qingfeng, so he went to stop him. Unexpectedly, Le Songyu killed him without saying a word. The few of us resisted desperately but failed to stop him, let him break into the cave. Into the ancestral hall..."

Qiao Zhan gritted his teeth: "You let him enter the ancestral hall..."

"The owner of the valley atones for his sins."

The guard said in a trembling voice: "This subordinate did not do his job well, and Le Songyu succeeded for a while. He pushed the candlestick on the altar table, and the fire started. We fought fiercely with him while we were busy saving people, and suffered heavy losses."

"Where are the others?" Le Shuhan asked.

The guard said: "Not yet, haven't found it yet."

"Search the mountains for me!" Qiao Zhan raised his sleeves, "I have to dig three feet to find this old thing!"

"Yes."

Hearing the wails of maids all over the floor, Qiao Zhan felt a pain in his heart, and the flame of hatred that had subsided a few days ago was ignited again, and he He rushed into the ancestral hall desperately, stepped on half a piece of wood at the foot of the threshold.

Looking down, I found that it was a broken tablet on the shrine. It was broken in two from the position of the word "Lin". It's almost impossible to read the writing.

"Master...!!"

Qiao Zhan knelt on the ground, tremblingly merged the two wooden tablets into one, looked up, and saw that the tablets of the 29 relatives of the Qiao family that had been placed on the shrine had all been destroyed, broken, burned, and scratched. , The whole house was in a mess.

Qiao Zhan said tremblingly, "Father, mother..."

Seeing him kneeling on the ground, gathering the few tablets on the ground like treasures, Le Shuhan closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he also knelt over and joined Qiao Zhan to put together the few tablets that were still available. The pieces of wood are gathered together.

A ball of anger burned in his chest, and all the anger was aimed at Le Songyu.Even if the father who gave birth to him did such a disregard for human relations, he was determined to make him intolerable.

Lin Baifeng and Qiao Yinzhu are his juniors, even though they have different temperaments, they were already forced to death by him when they were alive, and after they died, they would come to the ancestral hall where their souls are placed to make a mess. What kind of enmity is this?

"Little... little master..."

Beside the altar of the shrine, an old voice sounded weakly.Qiao Zhan hurriedly leaned over and pushed away all the curtains and beams on the man's body, only to see Chang Pu lying on the ground with bruises all over his body, and the blood on the corner of his lips was still wet.

"Uncle Chang..."

Qiao Zhan hurriedly helped him up, let him lean half of his body in his arms, and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse.I don't know if it affected the wound, and it caused Chang Pu to cough violently, and blood slowly dripped down the corner of his mouth.

"Stop poking around, young master," Chang Pu gently pushed his hand away, took a breath, and took out a piece of bloody paper from his bosom. It was the detoxification that Qiao Zhan wrote down in the cliff cave the day before yesterday. He panted and laughed, "...Le Songyu never thought...this prescription...would be taken away by my useless...old man."

Qiao Zhan hugged him tightly like a child.

"Don't talk about Uncle Chang, just close your eyes and take a rest."

Chang Pu shook his head and smiled: "Silly boy, I can't open my eyes when I close my eyes. While... I still have breath, I finally got you... back. In this life, I... I'm sorry Lin Guzhu, but me, but I finally helped you, young master... to do the right thing."

Qiao Zhan took the bloody prescription, held back the tears in his eyes, sucked on his red nose, and tightly held Chang Pu's hand: "Don't leave me... Please, I haven't replaced Master yet." To give you a pension, I still have, I still have a lot to say... I want to tell you."

He didn't know how to stop the passing of life. Qiao Zhan now realized that even after so many years, he possessed superb medical skills and kung fu, but he was still helpless in the face of death.

Chang Pu's eyes gradually brightened, and his body suddenly convulsed, but he squeezed Qiao Zhan's hand tightly, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat with all his strength: "Young master... live well... go on."

The convulsed body suddenly relaxed, and the hand holding him lost strength instantly. Qiao Zhan burst into tears, holding the person in his arms until his old body cooled down completely.During this period, he didn't answer anyone, and he didn't listen to anyone.

Zhuo Beishan yelled and cursed from outside the house, and Le Shuhan whispered concern in his ears.But from the beginning to the end, Qiao Zhan kept his arms around Chang Pu and did not let go. He deeply realized at this moment that this was his last relative in this world, and this person had just passed away before his eyes.

So far, Qiao Zhan has completely become a person with nowhere to return, a lonely soul.

No one will talk about Lin Baifeng's past with him again, and no one will look forward to him in Butterfly Valley, waiting day and night for him to come home.

When Lin Beichuan stepped into the ancestral hall, a guard rushed up from behind and knelt on the ground and said, "Lord Lin, the owner of the valley, the people from Tianfeng Hall have already killed up the mountain, and a group of warlocks followed Master Xie Qianqiu to surround him from the other direction. Qingfengya, the soldiers are still desperately resisting, please tell me what to do next!"

"Xie Qianqiu is here too?"

Lin Beichuan sneered and said, "It's just right, I'm worried that I don't have time to clean up the house."

Qiao Zhan got up, wiped away a tear from the corner of his eyes, and he was holding the sphenoid fan at his waist tightly in his hands.Now that the fire was getting weaker, facing the mountain wind, he stepped out of the gate of the ancestral hall and said: "Leave a team to continue cleaning up the mountain, and the rest follow me."

"This blood debt should have been paid long ago!"