late snow

"Hey, young master, but I haven't seen you in a few years, your skill has been greatly reduced." The woman in a red gauze smock sat on a branch with her legs crossed, looked at the people under the tree with winking eyes, and said with a coquettish smile : "Why do you still see through the red dust and shave your hair to become a monk?"

Zhan Hua looked at her indifferently, "Liu Jin'er?"

"It's hard for you to remember me." Liu Jin'er put up her sleeves and covered her mouth with a chuckle, "Young master, I'm afraid you can't imagine that I'm still alive?"

"You have taken refuge in Cangkongmen." Zhan Hua's tone was affirmative.

"How can you say you're taking refuge? I'm an empty-handed person." Liu Jin'er looked at him affectionately, "It's a pity that I lied to my lord because of you, young lord, how can you repay me? "

Before the words fell, the eyes of the woman who had been lazily leaning on the tree just now were sharp, and the long bone whip struck down in the air. Zhan Hua swept his long sleeves and rolled up the long whip, but his wrist was tightly entangled by the whip. Unable to break free, he simply took advantage of the momentum and flew towards Liu Jin'er.

Liu Jin'er, who was still at ease, suddenly changed her face when she saw him make a move, and flew up while stepping on the tree trunk next to her.

Cold sweat broke out on Liu Jin'er's forehead, she squatted on the branch and gritted her teeth and smiled, "Young master, it's rare for an old man to meet, why bother to kill him like this?"

The criss-crossing thin silver-white threads glowed coldly between the trees, and the crimson tulle fell gently and turned into pieces of red, falling down one after another.

Zhan Hua was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, and when the silver thread wrapped around her wrist and fingers was taken away, the tree where Liu Jiner was was fell down suddenly, and she flew to hide, the silver light flashed in front of her eyes, and a coldness went straight to the bottom of her heart, secretly said Not good, but it's too late to hide.

The silvery white thread turned reddish, and drops of blood fell to the ground.

Liu Jin'er's eyes widened in astonishment, her head suddenly separated, her beautiful head rolled a few times, and hit the tree stump at Zhan Hua's feet.

Zhan Hua didn't even look at it, he stepped lightly, and flew towards the direction of the inn, only the whistling wind remained in his ears.

The wind was a little strong, Zhao Yue signaled Liu Changfang to close the window.

"43 years ago, a map appeared in the martial arts world. Some people said that it was a treasure map. If you find it, you will be rich and powerful; " Zhao Yue said with a smile: "No matter the rumor is true or not, if there are more people robbing, everyone will believe it, and a bloodbath will be set off."

Ji Huai twitched the corner of his mouth, "Brother Zhao, are you talking about the book?"

This kind of clichéd story, he has read many times in the cover of the book of the mean of the university, if it is put in reality, Ji Huai just thinks it is nonsense.

"Of course not." Zhao Yue said helplessly, "I'm talking about things that actually happened——"

"That picture finally fell into the hands of Senior Gongsun Zhi, who was the leader of the Wulin League at the time, but he suddenly disappeared mysteriously. People in the Wulin have been looking for his whereabouts all these years because of the picture in his hand. "Zhao Yue looked at Ji Huai, "Compared to my younger brother, I also know that the respected grandfather, Mrs. Ji, was the senior Gongsun back then."

"In these years, he has been hiding so deeply that no one in the martial arts can find him, but just a few months ago, there was a sudden news that Gongsunzhi from back then came to the city in Wanwan. Come on," Zhao Yue was a little puzzled at this point, "Didn't my brother notice it at the time?"

Ji Huai was taken aback for a moment.

What were you doing at that time?

Ji Huai thought about it for a long time before he remembered.

After the old man of the Ji family passed away, many relatives and strangers came to pay their condolences, but at that time he was so disgusted by his words that he went to Fenghua Building to get drunk.

At that time, he was busy fighting crickets, walking birds and visiting Fenghua Building with his friends, was busy getting angry with his mother, was busy arguing with his two twin brothers... he was busy indulging in debauchery, blaming others.

He was dazed for a long time, and at this moment he finally had a little clarity, and under Zhao Yue's guidance, he remembered what was wrong at that time——

There were too many things and people that were wrong, but he didn't notice any of them at the time.

"That picture..." Ji Huai said in a daze.

"That picture is on my brother." Zhao Yue stood up suddenly, bowed to Ji Huai to the end, and said sincerely: "My brother, this picture is of great importance. It not only involves martial arts, but I also hope that my brother can focus on the overall situation!"

Ji Huai quickly reached out to help him, "Why did Brother Zhao say that?"

"This picture is today—" Zhao Yue looked solemn, but was suddenly interrupted in the middle of the sentence.

"Who!?" Liu Changfang's expression froze suddenly, and she pulled out a soft sword from her waist. The sword was as fast as the wind and blocked Zhao Yue's face. The clanging sound of metal clashing was very clear in the quiet night, and someone broke through the window.

The monk in white stood in front of the window, his gaze fell on Ji Huai.

"Ji Huai, come here."

The voice was chilling and slow, covering up the owner's fleeting anxiety.

Zhao Yue grasped Ji Huai's hand when he heard the words, and said sincerely: "Your brother must not!"

Ji Huai looked at Zhan Hua with a complicated expression, and when he had time to say more in the future, he heard Zhao Yue shout: "Liu Changfang, stop him!"

Then he clapped his hands, the door opened from the outside, and more than a dozen people in black robes and masks surrounded the two of them and took them away.

Ji Huai was held up and dragged forward, turned around hastily, and met Zhan Hua's murderous eyes.

"Brother!" Zhao Yue grabbed his hand, "This person is definitely not a kind person!"

Ji Huai turned his head and was put on the carriage.

The carriage was speeding along the official road, Ji Huai was so jolted that he wanted to vomit, and he held onto the door frame with a white face.

Zhao Yue was not much better than him, grabbed the window and vomited out, angrily shouted at the driver: "You bastard! If you don't know how to drive, get someone else!"

The man in black robe who was driving the car murmured apologetically, he didn't know if he really changed his person or slowed down, the car was much more stable.

Zhao Yue wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "I made my brother suffer."

Ji Huai obviously adapted better than him, he said: "Just now what did you say this picture is related to?"

"Today." Zhao Yue cupped his hands in the direction of the capital, then lowered his voice and pointed to the sky, "Guo Zuo."

Ji Huai frowned, "Brother Zhao is serious?"

"It's absolutely true!" Zhao Yue raised his hand and swore, "If I, Zhao Yue, say a lie, it will be struck by lightning that day, and I will die!"

Ji Huai stared at him for a while, "Brother Zhao is serious, but if this matter is true, why don't you directly issue an order? Ji Fu will definitely hand over the map to the royal family."

"I understand that you have doubts, but this matter involves a lot, and too many people should not know about it. If there is a big fanfare, it may backfire." Zhao Yue paused and said: "I am seriously ill today, and the situation in the palace is turbulent. Lu... In comparison, it's just martial arts disputes, which are the safest for you."

Ji Huai felt physically and mentally exhausted, and said: "Since this picture is so important, brother Zhao will take it."

Zhao Yue smiled wryly and said, "If I could take it, I would have taken it long ago. Did you ever have any tattoos or things you carried with you?"

Ji Huai frowned, "No."

He didn't even have a few moles on his body, and the items he carried with him, such as pendants and jade pendants, had long been taken by him, and nothing was left clean.

"That's it." Zhao Yue said helplessly, "We are all looking for that picture, and you are the only clue."

"Why?" Ji Huai was puzzled, "How come one or both of them are sure it's me?"

"Because Mrs. Ji gave you a watchword before he died." Zhao Yue looked at him, "Hanyu——"

"This is the key to the map."

Ji Huai was stunned.

——Ji Ming asked to see him by name before he died.

At this time, Ji Huai has been estranged from his grandfather for many years, except that he will deliberately avoid him every year and holiday, and also avoid those mocking, curious, disdainful... embarrassing eyes.

He hadn't seen Ji Ming for a long time. The old man was lying on the bed, and when he saw him coming, he waved to him with a very weak voice, "Qilang, come here."

Ji Huai walked three feet away from the bed, but refused to come any closer, and lowered his eyes and shouted in a low voice: "Are you looking for me?"

Ji Ming seemed to want to hold his hand, but he stood a little far away, and the old man couldn't reach it.

"Qilang, don't blame grandpa." Ji Ming didn't force him, but just looked at him gently, "Don't blame your mother either, we are the ones who let you down."

Ji Huai only felt that the anger in his heart was going to overwhelm him. He had a sullen face and didn't reply.

"But grandfather really has no other choice..." Ji Ming sighed, "In my whole life, no one could keep me, and in the end I made a huge mistake..."

Ji Huai clenched his fists tightly, lowered his eyes and did not speak.

"Qilang, everyone's mouth makes gold, and the accumulation of ruins destroys bones." Ji Ming coughed and took a long time to calm down again, "...don't blame your mother, it's not easy for her..."

Ji Huai just felt that he could no longer bear the dull and bitter smell of medicine, and wanted to turn around and leave, but was left in place by Ji Ming's next sentence.

"The tomb of your father Ji Yu... ahem... it's a tomb..." Ji Ming covered his mouth and coughed a few times, obviously feeling extremely uncomfortable, but he still managed to finish, "When you leave home in the future... remember to put Bring back your father's body..."

"Your father is in the northwest...Northwest...Shiyuan City——" Ji Ming was a little excited when he said this, his voice raised a lot, "Go and pick him up in person!"

Ji Huai frowned when he heard that, he had never met his father Ji Yu, he only knew that he died of a serious illness before he was born, but he didn't know that his tomb turned out to be the Clothes Tomb.

"Qilang... You have reached the crown now, and your grandfather left you a watchword..." Ji Ming looked at him with complicated eyes, as if he felt guilty and reluctant, but he still forced himself to say it, "Qilang , from now on you will say... Hanyu... Hanyu..."

Ji Huai only felt his brain explode with a buzzing sound, he shook his body, and looked at Ji Ming in disbelief.

How dare he! ?

What does he mean! ?

Why should he! ?

Why is it that when a person is about to die, he has to leave him with a blatant expression, lest others know that Ji Qi is a bastard?Want people all over the world to poke him in the back and scold him?

Wouldn't it be nice for him to die so cleanly?

"I've already entered the genealogy... Qilang... remember it well... bring your father back..."

Ji Huai wanted to rush up and grab him by the collar and ask him why he had the face to mention Ji Yu!

Ji Ming seemed to be finally relieved of the matter in his heart, closed his eyes and smiled wryly: "...you often came to our courtyard when you were young...do you remember the poem that your grandfather taught you?"

"City Que... Fu San Qin... Feng Yan... Wang Wujin..."

"Shichiro... remember..."

"Qilang...the world is so difficult, people's hearts are unpredictable...you must, learn to be smart..."

But at that time, Ji Huai had already been stunned by the word Hanyu, and all the clothes and poems were left behind by him. He only felt that the blood in his whole body was hot, and he was eager to say something, scold something , to refute something, to vent out all the anger and contempt.

He was trembling with anger, clenched his fists, stared at the person on the bed, wishing to attack him with the dirtiest and most violent words, but under the extreme anger, he said angrily: "You—"

The person lying on the bed looked at him sadly and guiltily, and stretched out his thin hand towards him, as if he wanted to say something more, but unfortunately his strength was exhausted, and when Ji Huai opened his mouth, it seemed that all his anger was drained , that skinny hand was Qilang who failed to touch him, and suddenly dropped down.

Ji Huai staggered back two steps——

"What did you think of, brother?" Zhao Yue couldn't help asking when he saw his expression was very pale.

Ji Huai twitched the corners of his mouth, and laughed at himself: "I have always hated this word, and no one else is allowed to call it, so there is nothing to think about."