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Canglangzhuan Pavilion is facing the river, in the middle is a double-layer pavilion with a black-tiled roof, and on both sides are octagonal gazebos. The pavilion and the pavilion are connected by a [-]-fold corridor. White jade steps, push the door straight in.

The pavilion faces south, and the window lattices leave ghost shadows on the ground. The huge moon-hole floor-to-ceiling cover divides the room into two parts. One half is placed in a four-story sandalwood bright grid cabinet, in which bamboo slips, books, letterheads, etc. The foot table is a square sandalwood table, there is tea on the wooden table to quench your thirst, and the faint incense overflows from the Chilong copper stove, lingering and lingering.

Chao Zixuan walked to the Liangge cabinet alone, and took out a few books from it, "These are probably the books that my master left behind when he was alive. I guess Fu Yuan also wanted to find out. Since I am willing to be honest with the owner, naturally Not hiding it."

Meng Fuyuan was overjoyed in his heart, his heart was exactly what I wanted, he kept his face calm and smiled lightly, "Thank you, Pavilion Master."

"These books in my hand cannot be read by the owner because they involve the exercises of Linghao Pavilion, please forgive me." Chao Zixuan shook the books in his hand slightly, "Oh yes, I almost forgot , My master has left a diary book, but the content is too strange and obscure, the master is resourceful, smart and quick-witted, so he can think about it for me."

"Of course I don't mind, the pavilion master has his heart." Meng Fuyuan asked immediately after hearing the words, "Which one is the diary book in Zixuan's mouth?"

Chao Zixuan thought for a while, then took out a book from the second layer of bright grid and handed it to Meng Fuyuan.

Meng Fuyuan took it with both hands, the paper was yellowed and curled due to its age, Meng Fuyuan was sitting beside the case with the book in his hands, and was about to flip through it, when he heard Chao Zixuan ask, "What is the horoscope of the owner's birthday?"

Why do you ask this?Meng Fuyuan raised his head suspiciously, meeting Chao Zixuan's eyes.

The corners of Chao Zixuan's eyes were slightly curved, with a half-smile, "I've told the owner so much, but the owner doesn't even want to let me know about a little date of birth?"

Meng Fuyuan had no choice but to tell him. Seeing that the other party didn't intend to continue asking, Meng Fuyuan lowered his head, moved his fingertips slightly, and turned a page, and two dragon and phoenix ink characters came into view - Shen Zhuo.

Chao Zixuan pulled out his chin with one hand, looking like a boy. He followed Meng Fuyuan's eyes, and when he saw the word, his eyes became much deeper, "I can understand half of this diary book. Turning back, about half of the back, there are many weird symbols, which I have never seen before, maybe it is an encrypted text created by an ancient tribe. The owner is well-read, maybe the owner knows."

Meng Fuyuan felt inexplicably uneasy, and randomly turned to the last page, only to see dense symbols on it, scrawled like black crawling maggots, seemingly out of order, but Meng Fuyuan recognized it at a glance——

This is the secret language of the Celestials!

In order to record the predictions obtained from divination, the Celestials and Humans will use special symbols, so that even if the predictions accidentally fall into the hands of others, they will not be easily detected.

Meng Fuyuan took a quick glance, and saw that it said——

"I got the handwritten letter yesterday, and I have mixed feelings. However, I hate Si and brother for being ignorant, so I handed over my hands. Knowing that the battle in Xuzhou nearly killed him, why did he insist on making him go with him? My sister has been busy all her life and died young. I only keep her as a memory. Brother Sihe, why bother to ruin the rest of his life in vain just because of a few words? Brother Wang Sihe thinks twice before acting, the destiny may not be kept strictly, and it is really a foolish and cowardly act to bundle up your armor and bow your head to disarm!"

Sihe?Destiny? !

Meng Fuyuan was horrified.

Fortunately, at this moment, he bowed his head and remained silent, and the shock that was accidentally revealed on his face was not captured by Chao Zixuan who was opposite him.

These few words, the amount of information is too large, Meng Fuyuan couldn't digest it for a while, so he steadied his mind, Meng Fuyuan frowned, and read the few lines again, feeling a little bit of thoughts——

150 years ago, Zhuling Haoge from Wuwei Mountain Villa went to Xuzhou together to strangle members of the Demon Cult. The relationship between the two sects is very close. The meaning of "Sihe" in the text is very obvious, it is my father.

This is what Shen Zhuo, the former owner of Linghao Pavilion, wrote to Meng Sihe, the previous owner of Wuwei Villa.

Meng Fuyuan glanced at it, and hurriedly opened the next page, which was not cryptic——

"Stupid and mediocre! Submissive! Resigned to fate! You insisted on burying her only flesh and blood in this world with your own hands! You coward! Mediocre!"

Bury the only flesh and blood? !

Combined with the context, "coward" should refer to Meng Sihe, and "she" refers to the above "sister", who is related to Shen Zhuo by blood. The previous article mentioned that the elder sister died young, and now it is said that the elder sister left behind The flesh and blood were killed by Shen Zhuo. Judging from the "few words" and "the destiny may not be kept", it seems that the death of the elder sister's flesh and blood is related to the "destiny".

Meng Fuyuan turned back to the previous page.

"Make it go with you?" "Keep it as a thought?" Do the "zhi" and "qi" in "make it go together" refer to sister's children?

If so, it is not difficult to understand.

If the first paragraph is just Shen Zhuo's painstaking words of admonition, and there is room for it, judging from the second paragraph, Meng Sihe has already put sister Shen Zhuo's children into a deadlock.

So in the battle of Xuzhou, Meng Sihe indirectly killed the only flesh and blood of Sister Shen Zhuo? !

Meng Fuyuan was frightened, and used two movements of lowering his head and lowering his eyes to cover up the rolling emotions in his eyes, but his eyes stayed on this page for a long time, and his hands never turned back.

Seeing that Meng Fuyuan was engrossed, Chao Zixuan couldn't help asking: "Does the owner understand?"

Hearing this, Meng Fuyuan came to his senses as if waking up from a dream. He didn't want Chao Zixuan to know about the twists and turns, so he shook his head and smiled embarrassingly, pretending to be ignorant, "How can I understand the words that Zixuan can't understand?" ? It’s just a mantis arm blocking a car, overreaching, see if there is a symbol that appears more often, maybe it can be solved?”

"I see." Chao Zixuan nodded, untied a token from his waist and gave it to Meng Fuyuan, "The owner of the villa will study it carefully today, but there is one thing, all the books including this diary book, the owner of the village can read them if he wants. Read it at any time, but you can’t bring anyone in, and you can’t take away the books inside.”

Meng Fuyuan: "Okay, thank you Zixuan."

Seeing the disappearance of Chao Zixuan's back, Meng Fuyuan couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and turned another page in the diary.

It was not until the night fell that Meng Fuyuan came out of the Canglang Pavilion.

I read almost every single word in the diary booklet, only these two articles are related to Meng Sihe, and the rest are all Shen Zhuo’s records of daily life, practice experience, and some pages of the thread-bound book are missing. It happened to be right behind the two pages related to Meng Sihe, which seemed to be torn up by Shen Zhuo, perhaps because the content inside was too important to be kept in the world.

But today I have gained a lot, which is already unexpected.

Meng Fuyuan thought while walking, Shen Zhuo still has a sister?But it's never been heard that he has a sister?

After exiting the Ruyi Gate and passing the bridge, Meng Fuyuan walked along the vermilion corridor all the way to the end, when he saw the guest room, he saw Yan Yuanbai standing quietly against the pillar.It seems to be waiting for someone.

Meng Fuyuan didn't forget about Yan Yuanbai's scheme against him, so he turned his head and left.

Seeing this, Huo Yi hurriedly chased after him, "I know the owner is angry, don't be angry, the owner, I was also quick-talking for a while."

Quick talk?

Yan Yuanbai is a fine person, Meng Fuyuan secretly slandered him, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace, but it's a pity that Master Meng's martial arts are far from Huo Yi's, within a few steps, Huo Yi was already blocked in front of him.

Huo Yiyang looked sincere, "I will definitely keep my mouth shut in the future, and never mention a single word related to...that matter to others."

"Wrong, I'm not angry because of this." Meng Fuyuan pointed out "kindly" with a deadpan face, "Didn't you say that I'm still angry with you because of what happened that night? Hero Yan is really smart. , I guess right."

Huo Yi understood now that this was a settlement of the old and the new.

Feeling helpless and cramped, Huo Yiyi was speechless for a while, and handed the pastry in his hand to Meng Fuyuan as if he was saving the country. He bought it from the pastry shop specially, "The owner hasn't eaten for half a day, so he must be hungry. I bought it for the owner. Sesame Chestnut Cake is still hot."

Meng Fuyuan looked down and landed on the sesame chestnut cake.

The rich and mellow aroma slowly floated out from the oil paper, lingering around the tip of his nose, Meng Fuyuan wanted to refuse, but he couldn't help himself because he was really hungry, so he snorted coldly and reluctantly took it, thinking in his heart that he was lucky enough to pick my favorite food .

Huo Yi heaved a sigh of relief, and finally sent the things out. After a moment of silence, he asked again: "The owner and Chao Zixuan, have you met before?"

At this time, Meng Fuyuan had already untied the hemp rope with his fingers flying, took out a piece of cake from the apricot butter paper, pinched it with four fingers, chewed it slowly, "No."

Huo Yi asked suspiciously; "Then why is Chao Zixuan so close to the owner?"

Probably because of his lack of hands and his soft mouth, Meng Fuyuan raised his eyelids, unable to get rid of his habit of sarcasm, but his tone was slightly softer, "Why? Can't you see other people getting close to me?"

Huo Yi was choked until he was speechless for a long time, and after a long time, he said softly: "Chao Zixuan is too kind to protect and get close to the owner of the villa. There are few good things without a reason in the world. I am afraid that Chao Zixuan has other plans for the owner of the villa."

Meng Fuyuan's eyes darkened when he heard the words, obviously listening, "I know."

Sitting down on the wooden chair in the promenade, the evening breeze came slowly, Meng Fuyuan took out another piece of sesame and chestnut cake, and stretched out his hand to Huo Yi, "Try it too."

Huo Yi waved his hand, "No, owner."

Meng Fuyuan said again: "Take it, I can't finish eating so much, if it breaks, don't I still have to throw it away?"

Only then did Huo Yi accept it.

The cold wind was blowing, the night was getting thicker, Meng Fuyuan sat quietly, Huo Yi stood beside him, the silent silence brought unreasonable silence, the red sun sank to the bottom of the mountain, and the day flew away quietly, it turned out that Meng Fuyuan looked down on those literati who recited poems and made mistakes The scholar is always sad, sad and red, lamenting the passing of time, time is rushing, but at this moment he feels the same, the lightened depression refuses to dissipate like a mist, and he still has to fight for the breath to survive.

How long can 150 years be?In a flick of a finger, he has already passed.

Years have worn away the harshness of war, and life and death are eternal joys and sorrows.

Meng Fuyuan couldn't help but think of Shen Zhuo's words again.

——"The destiny may not be strictly guarded. It is really the act of a dull coward!"

"Yan Yuanbai." In the silence, Meng Fuyuan asked suddenly, "You said, if the destiny wants you to die, will you resign yourself to it? Or give it a go?"

Yan Yuanbai raised his head, and a phantom of a crescent moon gradually emerged behind the mist, looming.

"Huh?" Meng Fuyuan waited for a long time but couldn't wait for the other party's answer, so he couldn't help asking again.

"The latter." Huo Yi gazed into the distance, the starlight was covered by the moonlight, as if it was a meaningless battle destined to end, "I will give it a go."

After finishing speaking, Huo Yi asked in a low voice: "What about the owner? What will happen to the owner?"

Holding the sesame and chestnut cake in his hand, Meng Fuyuan shook the greased paper and the remaining warmth was still there. He smiled softly, "It depends on why I died, why did I die. The way of heaven may not kill me, but the way of the world will kill me. Some fates are A dead end, doomed to be impossible to escape.”

"Master!" Huo Yi couldn't help but raise his voice.

Seeing this, Meng Fuyuan looked up at Huo Yi in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

It was only then that Huo Yi realized that he had lost his composure. Fortunately, Meng Fuyuan didn't delve into it, and just listened to him continue——

"Shen Zhuo is a typical example. He can live alone in a corner, but if he stands tall, the burden on his shoulders will be heavy. The battle of Xuzhou, with his reputation and status, must not stand idly by. Even if he knows about this trip, Nine deaths. My father, Meng Sihe, too, even if he knew it was a dead end, he would go there happily. This is what I said, 'I will die in the world'."

"If one day, the Devil's Cult reappears in the Jianghu, and as the owner of Wuwei Villa, I have the heavy responsibility to protect the Jianghu, then I will inevitably break through this dead end, and the master of Linghao Pavilion, Chao Zixuan, too, we can't hide We can’t escape, but it doesn’t prevent us from giving it a go, breaking the boat, giving it a try, putting it to death and reviving.” Meng Fuyuan smiled lightly, with a relaxed tone, “Tell me, isn’t this like a reincarnation? "

It was another long silence, until the northern stars disappeared, and the southern stars reappeared, and the Milky Way in the sky turned half a circle, and finally the human voice sounded——

"Then I will always be by the owner's side." Huo Yi said piously.

"It's over." Meng Fuyuan didn't comment, got up, and rolled up the oiled paper in his hand, "Rest early, Hero Yan."