After working hard for two or three years, they finally saved some money. Just when they were planning to take Mrs. Xue to live in the town, one day by chance, they rescued a dying Jianghu guest by the stream at the foot of the mountain.
Originally, the bastard didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but the young man's heart was already hardened. His mother had helped so many people back then, but no one had ever shown mercy to their orphans and widowers.
But Sangmenxing said that the Jianghu guest had luxurious accessories and must have an extraordinary background. If he saved them, they would receive some reward, and maybe get some other opportunities. If he died, he would scrape off all his belongings.
The bastard always only obeys Sangmen Xing's words, so he naturally agrees.
The two teenagers went to great lengths to wake up the Jianghu guest. Unexpectedly, the Jianghu guest kicked his legs to death after only saying a few words.
"Da, eldest son? Why are you here?!" Jiang Hu Ke, who was seriously injured and had a high fever, was completely unconscious. "My eldest son, you are a rich man. Hurry, go back quickly. Don't let Beichen's gang of bastards catch you, otherwise The divine religion will definitely be shaken!"
——These two sentences changed the lives of two teenagers.
The Six Sects of Beichen are famous all over the world and are the leaders of the righteous path of martial arts in the world. The two young men had heard their stories when they were working in the town. It was a magical world with fragrant clothes and shadows, flying in the sky and wielding swords, and enjoying grudges and grudges. It was completely different from the poverty and remoteness they lived in.
Sangmenxing was extremely alert, and he deduced several pieces of information from these two short sentences.
First of all, there is an 'eldest prince' who is exactly like him;
Secondly, the status of the 'eldest prince' is very noble. Once something happens, the 'religion' will be shaken;
Also, the 'eldest son' is a force hostile to the Six Beichen Factions.
The Sangmenxing endured his greed for valuables and refused to touch the Jianghu Guest's belongings. Instead, he carried the body all the way downstream, along the moat to the edge of the town, and the body was collected by Yizhuang.
Soon, a group of men in gray masks with astonishing momentum came to the town. They took away the body from the village and rewarded the villagers with a lot of money.
Sangmenxing immediately went to ask an acquaintance of the Yizhuang handyman, and learned that the group of people had mentioned that they wanted to return to Netherworld Huangdao when they were buying dry food and clothing, which was where the Demon Sect was located.
Sangmenxing suddenly felt excited and immediately planned to go to the Hanhai Mountains to have a look.
The bastard felt that it was too dangerous to go to the legendary demon sect headquarters based on a few words from a dying man, so he tried hard to persuade Sangmen Xing not to be impulsive.
Only then did Sangmen Xing reveal that he actually still had some memories of things before he was two or three years old.
He vaguely remembered that there was a child about the same size as himself. They were fed when they ate, and comforted when they cried. Their exquisite tiger-head shoes were inlaid with large beads, and there were shining silver bells hanging above their heads. There were beautiful jade flowers under the eaves. The wind chimes tinkled. They were playing around on the large and soft bed. When they accidentally rolled down, a group of people rushed over to hug them...
"No matter what, I'm going to take a look! No matter if I die or if I go all the way in vain, I have to try! I can't die in this remote place for the rest of my life!" The tall and thin boy in ragged clothes said firmly, and said that he was dirty and dusty. It couldn't hide his stunning beauty.
The son of a bitch can only agree.
"Fu Bao, when I come back, I will build a big house for you and your godmother, wear silks and satins, and eat chicken, duck and fish every day!"
These were Sangmen Xing's last words before he left.
This journey lasted for three years.
The candle light gradually dimmed, and Mu Qingyan stood up and replaced it with a crude oil candle.
"Brother Zhengyang was not yet fifteen years old when he left. The Hanhai Mountains were a long way away. He didn't have much money on him, and he didn't know how he got there." Xue Youfu sighed, "Later I asked Brother Zhengyang, he But he didn't say anything. He's no longer like when he was a child, talking to me about everything - how is Brother Zhengyang doing at your place?"
Mu Qingyan did not answer, but asked: "When he came back three years later, he killed everyone in the village?"
Xue Youfu sighed again, "...Actually, half a year after Brother Zhengyang left, a group of people suddenly came to the village and picked up the Guo couple and several neighbors near his home. They came back a few months later. Later. Only then did I know that the person who picked them up was Nie Hengcheng."
Xue Youfu didn't pay much attention to this matter at first. At that time, he was busy working everywhere to earn money in order to make his mother live a more comfortable life. It was a long time before he heard the news that the families who had been picked up had made a lot of money. But no matter how the neighbors asked, they dared not reveal even a word.
More than two years later, one day Xue Youfu finished his work in the town. He went home with a sore back and boiled water to cook porridge, served his old mother to eat and sleep, and then prepared dry food for the next day so that his mother could have food when he was not at home. Satisfy hunger.
The seventeen-year-old boy inherited the physique of his hunter father. He was tall, round and powerful. He originally wanted to work in his father's old business, selling furs and animal bones to make money faster. However, Madam Xue, who was already stupid, would start crying like crazy whenever she heard the words "hunting in the mountains", so Xue Youfu had to give up.
Late at night when the moon was above the treetops, he looked through the window and saw red light and black smoke rising in the air towards the end of the village - the Xue family's thatched house was located exactly in the middle and back of the Gravel Village, otherwise Mrs. Xue would not have met her back then. Little Mu Zhengyang came from the end of the village to fetch water.
Xue Youfu immediately got out of bed and ran to the end of the village. What he saw was a shocking sea of blood. The burning house exhaled hot breath. The male and female owners of several households nearby Guo's house were all lying in a pool of blood. The tongues were cut out on the bodies. The chin was flattened, the stumps were scattered, and the children were left crying on the ground.
Xue Youfu's heart skipped a beat and he went straight to Guo's house.
I saw Guo Sanwang and his wife cut off their limbs and nailed them alive to the broken wall, while their lovable only son Guo Dabao fell to the ground with his head missing.
Xue Youfu knew how much the Guo couple loved their son, and his food and clothing were as good as those of the young masters of the rich men in the city.
I remember it was a cold day when he was six years old. Madam Xue cooked two more hot chickens and asked her son to secretly send them to Mu Zhengyang to eat. When Xiao Xue Youfu walked to the door of Guo's house, he saw Mu Zhengyang wearing a tattered single coat, shivering in the cold wind. He was so hungry that he could hardly stand. The Guo couple sneered and poured a bowl of sour water. Give him soup and rice. At the same time, Guo Dabao was dressed warmly and delicately, sitting on the kang and eating braised chicken legs.
A tall young man stood at the back of the room, holding a long sword dripping with blood. As he turned around, Xue Youfu saw his face and rushed forward in surprise: "Brother!"
As he got closer, he discovered that there was a ferocious bright red flower mark on the side of Mu Zhengyang's slender neck. He touched it tremblingly, "He, did they burn you with a soldering iron? Did they torture you?!"
After three years of separation, the poor and haggard boy of the past became a handsome young man with decent clothes.
"Fu Bao, I'm back." Mu Zhengyang smiled, shook his wrist, shook off the blood drops on the tip of the sword, and sheathed the sword, "We have grievances and revenge."
Only then did Xue Youfu know Mu Zhengyang's current situation. Although he had gone through all the trouble to reach the Hanhai Mountains, he was regarded as a counterfeit. Now he was lucky enough to survive, but he still couldn't clear his name.
The bed frame in the house was opened, revealing two holes in the floor tiles where gold and silver were buried.
Mu Zhengyang pointed to the first cave, where a dozen round snowflake silver ingots were neatly stacked, "This is the reward they got for betraying me more than two years ago."
He pointed to the second cave where gold, silver, pearls and emeralds were piled. "These are the jewels my biological mother left to them more than ten years ago."
Xue Youfu was dumbfounded. Not counting silver bars, just one or two pieces of jewelry from that pile would be enough to support ten country children, yet the Guo couple abused Mu Zhengyang like this.
Mu Zhengyang pulled out a short knife with a sharp light from his waist and put it solemnly into Xue Youfu's hand, "Fubao, this world is as dark as night. You can't tell whether the place you are in is the human world or the underworld. There is no god. God will give us justice, but we can only find justice ourselves. Those people in the village who have bullied our godmother, regardless of gender, we will not let go of any of them."
Xue Youfu raised his head and looked at those beautiful eyes with cruel blood. The resentment that had been buried for many years welled up from the bottom of his heart, so he firmly held the dagger...
"...Then you two slaughtered the whole village." Mu Qingyan gently picked away the shaking candles.
Xue Youfu shook his head: "We only killed those who had insulted my mother and those ungrateful animals. After that, we set a fire and burned the whole village. Brother Zhengyang put a few sacks in the fields. Venomous snakes, scorpions, insects and ants. No one can live in Gravel Village anymore, and those who are not dead have no choice but to escape."
Mu Qingyan was very patient, "What happened next? What are Mu Zhengyang's plans?"
Xue Youfu shook his head, "Brother Zhengyang said that Nie Hengcheng had many eyes and ears, so he couldn't see me often, so as not to harm our mother and son. He gave me a lot of money, asked me to change my name after him, and also found a kind-hearted master to call me I went to become a disciple and lay a good foundation. I was not good at martial arts, so I could only practice some external martial arts. Based on my qualifications, Zhengyang selected some suitable internal skills and mental methods, compiled them into a booklet, and gave me guidance on how to practice. .”
Mu Qingyan asked: "So, Mu Zhengyang hates Nie Hengcheng very much? It is absolutely impossible for him to work for him?"
Xue Youfu laughed: "Working for Nie Hengcheng? How is that possible? Brother Zhengyang dreamed of eating Nie Hengcheng alive and then taking back the Mu family's inheritance." His expression darkened, "It's a pity that Nie Hengcheng not only has lackeys, but his own cultivation is unrivaled in the world." Wait a minute. No matter how you look at it, the Nie faction is like a piece of iron that cannot be penetrated by a needle or poured out by water."
Mu Qingyan frowned and walked around the room, seeming to understand something.
After he stood still, he said: "Master Xue, please continue."
Xue Youfu said: "In the next few years, until Brother Zhengyang disappeared, we met in secret four times in total."
"The first time was when I first mastered martial arts three years later, and I recruited more than a dozen people to build a small village in the Funiu Mountains. Brother Zhengyang came to congratulate me with wine late at night, and we drank a lot on the roof. Field. That night Brother Zhengyang was very happy, saying that he finally found a way to defeat Nie Hengcheng. If the plan succeeds, not only Nie Hengcheng, but also the entire Nie faction will collapse, and he can also take back the divine religion, dominate the world, and be famous in history."
Mu Qingyan raised his eyebrows, "He didn't say what the solution was?"
"I didn't say it." Xue Youfu shook his head, "Brother Zhengyang said that no matter how difficult it is, he will carry out the plan smoothly."
He continued, "The second time we met was two years later. One night, Brother Zhengyang suddenly brought over a crystal box, which contained a fresh and watery Snow Ganoderma."
"Snow Ganoderma?" Mu Qingyan's heart moved, "This rare thing only grows on the inaccessible snow-capped mountains. As long as it leaves the snowy area, it will wither and wither in less than ten days."
Xue Youfu said: "Yes, Brother Zhengyang said that this snow Ganoderma lucidum is hard to exchange for a million dollars. He happened to go to Xueling for business a while ago and picked it up to replenish my mother's depleted body."
A smile appeared on the corners of Mu Qingyan's lips - Very good, this is connected.
"Besides sending snow Ganoderma lucidum, what else did he say?"
Xue Youfu said: "That time Brother Zhengyang was even happier than the last time. He took me to drink more than a dozen bottles of wine, and said with a smile... that he had met a girl who could live and die together. Well, she is also kind-hearted and loves to talk and laugh. When Nie Hengcheng meets the Lord of Hell in the future, he will bring the girl to meet my mother."
"I was worried that the girl would look down on my mother. But Brother Zhengyang said absolutely not. She is the best girl in the world, and her heart is as pure as the clear sky. Oh, by the way, that girl's name seems to be 'Xiao Shu'. Well, although I heard that the women from the Demonic Cult are all fierce and domineering, this name sounds like a virtuous lady." - He intuitively thought that Mu Zhengyang's sweetheart should also be from a sect.
There was a strange look on Mu Qingyan's face, "Does Mu Zhengyang really like that girl?"
"Of course."
"Isn't it hypocritical?"
"Brother Zhengyang wishes he could take out his heart and give it to her!"
Mu Qingyan asked again: "Mu Zhengyang never took advantage of that girl?"
This time Xue Youfu hesitated, "Well...the third time I met Brother Zhengyang was more than a year ago. That time Brother Zhengyang was a little lost. He said...he said..."
He glanced at Mu Qingyan hesitantly, and Mu Qingyan said coldly: "Master Xue has passed away, so you might as well tell me anything you want so that you and I won't lose harmony."
Xue Youfu gritted his teeth: "Brother Zhengyang said that he accidentally injured his twin brother, your father, Master Mu, the eldest son Mu Zhengming!"
Mu Qingyan turned around suddenly, his eyes like lightning.
Xue Youfu gritted his teeth and continued: "Although Brother Zhengyang usually complains about Master Mu, saying that he is too meek and has no enterprising spirit, I know that Brother Zhengyang still respects and loves this elder brother very much. He often He said that after the Nie family is pacified in the future, he will let Mr. Mu go wherever he wants and do whatever he wants, and he will be free and free from any shackles."
The biting aura on Mu Qingyan's body calmed down, "Why did he hurt my father?"
Xue Youfu had a look of confusion on his face, "Brother Zhengyang was drunk and his words were slurred, and I didn't understand him very well. It seemed that he wanted to do something, but your father didn't agree, so the two brothers got into an entanglement and he accidentally hit him. Brother Zhengyang also said that it was fortunate that 'Xiao Shu' didn't know his plans. If she knew that she had been used, I wonder if she would forgive him."
"That's all you said during that meeting?" Mu Qingyan asked.
"That time, Brother Zhengyang just felt uncomfortable and came to me to complain. After he woke up, he left, nothing else."
Mu Qingyan sat down solemnly, "There is a fourth and last meeting. Let's talk."
Xue Youfu looked sad: "About half a year later, it happened to be my mother's birthday, and Brother Zhengyang came to send gifts in the middle of the night - this time he finally saw a smile on his face again. He said happily, Miss Shu He agreed to his marriage proposal, and he plans to pick a good day to propose marriage. He also said that Nie Hengcheng’s life is only a few years away, and his wish will soon be fulfilled."
"Unexpectedly, that was the last time I saw him. It's been almost twenty years now, and I haven't heard any news about him. I had long secretly guessed that he was...already..."
The sturdy man suddenly shed tears and was so choked that he couldn't speak. "Brother Zhengyang has had a miserable life. He met a mother like Mrs. Ouyang who couldn't handle things, a wolf-hearted beast like Mr. and Mrs. Guo, and a cunning old bastard like Nie Hengcheng." , finally had a good life, but he...he..."
"There's nothing he can't get through." Mu Qingyan said calmly, "Mu Zhengyang's hands were bloody. He killed everyone who should be killed and who shouldn't be killed. The world's martial arts world was turned upside down by him. There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. How many talents were amazing in martial arts. Even when a great hero dies, he doesn’t know who to settle the accounts with. Even if Mu Zhengyang went to the underworld of the King of Hell, it wouldn’t be considered a loss."
The candles were extinguished and the sky was getting brighter. Mu Qingyan strode out of the house, and You Guanyue quickly followed.
After the two of them had walked dozens of steps, You Guanyue said: "Leader, the person named Xue may not have said everything."
"I know, don't be in a hurry." Mu Qingyan said calmly, "You can't force him to ask about such things. You have to let him think of it slowly."
"But I already know a lot."
Chapter 123
The Library Pavilion is not a taboo place in the Qingque Sect. Generally speaking, anyone can enter as long as the sect leader or the key disciple allows it. Song Yuzhi is the key disciple of this generation.
Looking around, there are stacks of bookshelves that are as high as the top of the beam, displaying various martial arts and mental arts books of the Qingque Sect, as well as more than two hundred years of martial arts history and ancestor records, plus dots of hidden compartments. , without the guidance of someone familiar with it, people who suddenly enter will not be able to find what they need from the vast sea of messy files.
Cai Zhao once heard Mu Qingyan say that in fact, Jiuzhou Baojuan Pavilion, which is a sect, has the same routine, especially they are more unscrupulous than the Six Beichen Sects, and they do not take into account the dark secrets and sinister martial arts accumulated over two hundred years. Its number.
Later, the leader of the church often only knew the handwritten records of the first two generations. However, Jiuzhou Baojuan Pavilion was a forbidden place that no one was allowed to enter. If you wanted to know more about the past, you had to roll up your sleeves and read a few pieces. Brick-thick historical books, struggling with piles of files.
The incense burner was filled with gentle smoke, and Cai Zhao sat behind the desk and patiently flipped through the buttery paper as thin as cicada wings.
Song Yuzhi climbed up the ladder and took down an unknown number of dusty scrolls from the high shelf. After unfolding them, he placed the few pieces of tissue paper in front of Cai Zhao, "These are the last few. My grandfather's secret letters are all there." Here it is, the rest of the records have been written openly in the sect’s books.”
