Jianghuke

Ever since he broke up with Fang Huaiyuan in Tianshui Town last time, Kang Yuanming didn't care about it anymore, and concentrated on fanning the flames everywhere, trying to make the whole Feihua Pavilion restless and the hearts of the people scattered.

Those secrets that Chong Qinghuan had ordered never to be leaked are being talked about in teahouses and restaurants all over Pingwei Prefecture.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the traitor who made a lot of noise in the past two days was actually a white-clothed faceless traitor. However, it makes sense. After being a young pavilion master for so many years, he was robbed of the pavilion master by a bastard who didn't know where. No one can swallow this breath."

"Damn, it was obviously adopted by the old pavilion owner with good intentions. When did he say that he must give Feihua Pavilion to him? He is ungrateful and ambitious! It's really better to have a dog."

"Oh, that's not true. Ching Qinghuan was also in bad luck, and became sick from this kind of ignorant thing. I see that Lingde Lake is quite chaotic recently, and Feihua Pavilion won't..."

"Don't talk nonsense! There must be nothing wrong with Feihua Pavilion. We have Lingde Lake nearby as a backing, which blind gangster dares to make trouble? There are too many good days, and the damn thing is white clothes and no face."

"Yes, yes, as long as Jiang Wuzhou dies, the situation will be calm again in a few days. The Baiyun faction is really loyal, and they are here to help again this time. In my opinion, it is better for Sect Master Yao to be the old man and lead the red line." , Tell the pavilion master about the family marriage, let the two factions get closer, and we will also be a little happy!"

"Brother is right! Xiao Er, I invite you to serve Xifeng wine again! Come and drink."

"Hahaha, you are polite..."

Kang Yuanming was satisfied with what he heard, and casually rewarded the passing Xiaoer with some money.Suddenly saw a disciple of Baiyun rushing in, whispering in his ear: "Brother, Brother Huaiyuan hasn't returned for five days, and he didn't send a letter back. Why don't we look for it?"

Kang Yuanming frowned slightly.

Naturally, he knew where Fang Huaiyuan was fooling around, but it was too much to not hear from him for five whole days, and he felt a little annoyed at the moment.

"I probably know where he is, and I'll go find him later, so don't say anything." Kang Yuanming winked at him, pretending to be helpless, "Huaiyuan is also a person who makes people worry. It’s spoiled. The wine in this store is good, sit down and have a few glasses before leaving.”

The disciple couldn't refuse, and after a few glasses of wine, he became completely drunk.

Kang Yuanming ordered Xiaoer to help him upstairs to rest, settled the bill, and immediately rushed towards Tianshui Town without stopping.

There was a dead silence in the other courtyard.

When I first entered the door, I felt something was wrong.

Kang Yuanming stared at the mess in the east wing with a gloomy face, and searched around again, only to find Fang Huaiyuan who was half dead in the dungeon.

After a while, he walked out of the dungeon with Fang Huaiyuan in his arms, and said, "Dark hall eighteen, nineteen."

"Subordinates are here."

"Notify those hidden stakes buried in the Baiyun faction to search for Jiang Wuzhou near Tianshui Town." Kang Yuanming paused, looked down at the festering wound on Fang Huaiyuan's body, and said coldly, "As long as you die, don't leave live!"

"Yes!"

At the foot of a barren mountain not far from Tianshui Town.

In the earthen house that was half down by the rain, Zong Qinghuan sat by the fire, warmed himself with two sips of wine, frowned and said, "This snow is really heavy."

The people around immediately chattered, and you started talking about me.

"Yeah, it hardly ever snows in previous years, just a couple of snowflakes here and there, which means it's winter."

"The scones are ready. What kind of stuffing does the Pavilion Master want to eat? Ouch, be careful of burning your hands."

"Young Master Jiang is really too. It's really easy for the pavilion master to come to such a remote place where nothing shits like a bird."

"Whatever stuffing you want." Chung Qinghuan took the scones and lazily leaned against the pillar, which was very different from when he was in Lingde Lake, "Feihong, the human skin mask ordered anonymously was sent to the Tianshui Town? If you make a mistake, you will be beaten by me."

"There will be no mistake, Pavilion Master. If I make a mistake, I will twist my head off and give it to my brothers as a ball." The human being called Feihong said, "It's just a little strange that Zhang Huaiyuan is also in Tianshui Town, and the human skin mask In the end it was taken by him.”

"Although the guards in Qingsongyuan are not very strict, but Wu Zhou was able to leave Lingde Lake without anyone noticing, he must have had the help of others." Zhong Qinghuan tapped his index finger on the wine pot unconsciously, "But Zhang Huaiyuan This person... I don't think Wu Zhou will cooperate with him, he's too clumsy and easy to do bad things. What's going on with the Baiyun faction?"

"On the bright side, he looks safe. The pavilion master only ordered the arrest of the traitor before, but he didn't reveal who it is. But now it is rumored everywhere in Pingwei Prefecture that Mr. Jiang is a traitor. I'm afraid it's the Baiyun sect again. Good job!"

"Yeah." Zhong Qinghuan raised his head and took another sip of wine, "It's not been a day or two since they regarded Wu Zhou as a thorn in their side. What kind of obligatory shit is that! They just want to take the opportunity to cut grass and roots. Wu Zhou also cares about this. , I don’t want to leave Feihua Pavilion... who would have thought that this time they would sneak away alone.”

Feihong couldn't help but moved forward and said, "It's not that the pavilion master has done too much."

"Oh?" Zong Qinghuan cast a sideways glance at him, "Are you itchy?"

"How can it be, I won't get out of bed for at least three days after being beaten up by the pavilion master." Feihong shrank his neck, "But the pavilion master, what Mr. Jiang said is not without some truth. If there is only the Baiyun sect, it's okay to say, and there is Xuanzong If it gets mixed in, it will be hard to say whether it will be sheep or wolves that will be swallowed up."

"I'm still thinking about it." When this was mentioned, Zhong Qinghuan became a little irritable, "Wu Zhou is too tight."

The tattered straw curtain at the door of the earthen house was lifted, and a person came in and said, "Master, the snow outside is light, you can continue on your way."

"Have you had enough rest?" Chu Qinghuan stood up, and flicked off the black ash on the edge of his robe, "Whoever finds the deputy pavilion master first, I will nominate him as the deputy of the right guardian."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up, they were gearing up, and disappeared into the boundless white snow with hula.

In a cave somewhere in a barren mountain.

Cen Xi is working hard to feed Jiang Wuzhou with water.

The old wounds were not healed and new scars were added, and he was running around day and night in the wind and snow. Jiang Wuzhou finally couldn't hold on, and developed a high fever.

"Zixi...I'm so cold..."

"When the snow is lighter, I'll go out and find some firewood and come back." Cen Xi glanced at the fading fire, with a sad face, and took off his coat to cover him, "Brother Wuzhou, why aren't we here?" How long will you stay in the other courtyard?"

"Fang Huaiyuan is in Xuanzong... His status is not low... He has been missing for so long, someone will definitely... someone will come to find him..." Jiang Wuzhou murmured a few words, leaned into his arms, and there was no place on his body. She wasn't shivering anymore, even her hair was trembling, "...Qing Huan, is it... so cold in the ice coffin?"

Sometimes he was confused and sometimes sober, and when he was confused, he would always call Zong Qinghuan's name.

Cen Xi sighed, lifted a few strands of hair and looked at it, and saw that the wound underneath was inflamed, so he lowered his head and touched his forehead again.

Very hot.

If he continued to stay on the mountain, he might not survive tomorrow night.

Doctor Cen's eyes were sour, he hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "Brother, let's go down the mountain. There is a medical clinic in Tianshui Town, even if you are caught halfway, it is better than dying here."

"No, don't..." Jiang Wuzhou's cheeks were flushed, but his lips were bloodless. He nestled in his arms and talked nonsense, "I don't want to go back to Lingde Lake...it's so cold there. You left me... Somewhere warmer, okay?"

Cen Xi had no choice but to hold him tighter, hoping that Xue would stop.

The wind and snow whizzed past outside the cave without stopping, until the remaining heat from the fire had dissipated, Doctor Cen finally couldn't sit still.

"Brother, I'm going to pick up some firewood and I'll be back soon."