Only then did Fu Yunge suddenly react. He smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and nodded in agreement.
"Their current movements are still under the control of Qiongtian Palace." Su Jiuqin stood up slowly, and Fu Yunge, Du He and others also got up and followed them towards the door.
Opening the door, the snowy wind outside was still strong. In the early hours of the morning, the air is the coldest, as if even the fire in the house is freezing.
Du He wrapped his wife and child's clothes tightly and rubbed his chin with the back of his hand. Su Jiuqin and Fu Yunge walked a little ahead, and they seemed to be able to see the shadow reflected on the ground in the vague haze.
"Huh, it's so cold." Fu Yunge exhaled a breath of gray breath and looked at the line-like river surface in the distance.
"It's a pity that the river view is not good. Looking back at the autumn scenery in full tide, it can be said that each season has its own scenery." Su Jiuqin said to himself, "I played "Panthera" while playing the piano in the winter morning, and there were grouse and thrushes singing around. And. The fire in the boat is the greatest joy."
Fu Yunge nodded at first. But suddenly I thought about it and raised my head:
"Hey... uh, senior, there is something I don't know whether to say or not..."
Su Jiuqin waved his hands calmly: "It doesn't matter if you just tell me."
Fu Yunge scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well, I forgot to mention it just now. Senior, your junior brother went to Man Chao Qiu Se to find you, and even dismantled your boat..."
The hand that had just been raised was stopped in mid-air by Su Jiuqin.
Seeing this, Fu Yunge took half a step back: "Uh, senior, please be patient..."
But after all, Su Jiuqin is a highly cultivated person. He stood there, calmed down for a moment, and finally sighed: "It doesn't matter if the boat is dismantled. But my junior brother... are you sure you mean Le Xuanxing? This happened a few days ago?"
Fu Yunge had no choice but to stand where he was and tell Su Jiuqin exactly what he had missed. The Du He family followed and listened patiently from behind.
The cold wind gently blew the corners of Su Jiuqin's clothes. After thinking for a moment, he felt a little uneasy for the first time.
"...I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..."
He murmured, his eyes suddenly became distant and close, as if he had nothing to focus on.
"Senior..." Fu Yunge asked tentatively.
After pondering for a while, Su Jiuqin held his forehead and seemed to be very helpless with the reality: "Forget it. Deal with the Jiangliang City matter first. After the situation is stable, I will handle it myself."
After that, he whispered to himself: "...I hope...he won't come to your door in the next few days."
Fu Yunge was a little worried about his situation, but Su Jiuqin quickly adjusted his state, as if he had never heard of it at all. Everyone contacted the boatman to board the boat. It was dawn again, and the small boat slowly cut through the winter fog and headed towards Jiangliang City.
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At the same time, far away, in front of a lonely old grave.
The withered forest covered the scene, the light of the sky shadow faded away, and everything seemed to be only black and white cloud shadows. The withered leaves turned into pieces, some were hanging on the branches, and some had turned into slush, scattered and desolate.
It's deserted, empty and chaotic. Not even a wild beast appeared in the surrounding areas, as if this was a corner forgotten by the world.
Just when everything was quiet, a dark figure suddenly flashed out of this place where no trace should have been set foot.
Immediately, as the figure floated past, a light snow dust rolled up. The dead leaves on the branches suddenly shattered and fell from the branches one after another, like flowers withering.
It was as if the surrounding scenery gradually became colored with this person's visit.
The visitor seemed to be eager to find something when he came here, and his steps seemed a little more hectic than when he came. But when he saw the tomb that had been covered in dust for a long time, he suddenly became calm.
Then, he slowly approached with gentle steps. Then, he took out something from his waist, held it in both hands, and placed it in front of the grave.
Examining what was before him, his eyes were blank. Watching all this quietly, it seems that the passage of time has been forgotten.
A long time passed. His silence was finally broken by his own voice:
"……that's it."
"Really? My friend, after waiting for so long, I finally listen to you. May I ask, can I have a sip of your wine?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a strange voice quickly followed from the other end of the grave. The voice was lazy and leisurely, as if he had just woken up from a beautiful dream.
"?!"
The visitor's face suddenly changed with shock, a delicate light flashed in his hand, and a long sword as slender as silk was shaken out!
However, before he could attack, he heard another voice coming from the other end:
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Life is short and I have to enjoy myself. I am just an ascetic in the vast land, asking you for a drink. If you don't give it to me, I will leave. If you give it to me, I will sing to you, hehehe. "
The visitor's eyebrows were surprisingly cold. He did not attack immediately, but said sadly: "This is no place for you to come. Now, leave immediately."
The cold wind howled. Under the overcast sky, the round dome seemed to be solidified.
The atmosphere was extremely cold. After a while, the sound of "Haxaul" came from the other end of the tomb. Then, there was a pair of footsteps falling slowly to the ground.
However, this person did not choose to turn around and leave, but walked out from behind with a swagger.
The visitor's eyes seemed to be able to freeze ice into pieces at this moment.
What he saw was a colorful robe that was incompatible with the surrounding environment. Looking again, it turned out to be a set of monk's robes.
The monk did not look old. There were slight wrinkles at his temples and his face was red. He walked around the visitor, looked him over, then turned his head and looked at the grave carefully.
After a moment, he shouted as if he suddenly realized: "I understand. You are so quiet, you are mourning the dead."
"..." The visitor had already tightened his hand on his waist, "... let's go."
The monk chuckled. He took a detour and went straight to the tomb. He stretched out his hand and patted the dust on it: "But I can't walk. There are three reasons - first come, first come, first come, first come. I come here to sleep first. You, a latecomer, have no reason to rush." I'm leaving; secondly, you and I have to respect the old and love the young. I'm older than you, and you, a junior, have no morals to let me go; thirdly..."
However, before "Three Lai" could be said, a soft light suddenly cut through the chaos, and the light flashed past like a sharp edge cutting through the black curtain.
There was an unexpected cold light on the rapier, and he refuted Ru Ru. However, the dexterity of the monk's body was no less impressive, and he nimbly dodged away by just an inch.
He didn't even move his steps. He turned to stand up straight, looked at the sword in the hand of the visitor, and said with a slight smile: "Third, if you are drunk here, someone should take care of you. Otherwise, if you catch the cold, it will make things worse."
"This sword is as thin as silk and as loose as cattail. You are no different from this sword."
