The dagger was very dazzling under the sunlight. When Fang Wanping saw it, his heart suddenly tightened.
He knew what kind of woman Hua Suhong was. Over the years, no one could stop her from doing anything she wanted to do.
"Hong'er, no."
Seeing a trail of blood seeping out from Hua Suhong's neck, Fang Wanping suddenly shouted in shock. Qiao Huaigui, who was standing behind, turned to look, stepped forward and stood next to Hua Suhong and said in a low voice: "Mother."
With tears in her eyes, Hua Suhong turned to look at Qiao Huaigui and said with tears in her voice: "My child, there are some things that I must know the truth about back then."
"Why is this so?" Qiao Huaigui said.
Hua Suhong sighed and turned around and said, "There are some things you don't understand."
Fang Wanping looked at Hua Suhong with worry on his face. At this moment, among the disciples standing behind Fang Wanping, an ordinary disciple wearing a black veil quietly picked up a stone from the ground with his right hand and took advantage of everyone's attention. When all the strength was on the dagger in Hua Suhong's hand, the fingers of her right hand made a flying flower shape and flew the stone in her hand towards Hua Suhong's hand holding the dagger.
There was only a clang sound, and the dagger cut directly into Hua Suhong's throat.
Qiao Huaigui, who was standing next to him, immediately saw the man. He drew his sword and attacked the man. Suddenly, the light of the sword was like a dragon and rushed towards the man's face.
Su Rongya next to her saw this and quickly stepped forward to support Hua Suhong, watching blood spurt out of his mouth. When Fang Wanping saw this, he was immediately furious and looked at the person who made the move.
I saw a flash of sword light, and the figure quickly retreated and stopped on the wall behind him.
On the other side, Shen Hongyan's expression changed and he shouted loudly: "Fang Wanping, you will pay with your life today."
The war was about to break out. The disciples of Shenjiazhuang and the disciples of Yuchang Pavilion fought together in an instant. The whole Shenjiazhuang suddenly became agitated, and Shen Hongyan faced Fang Wanping.
On the other side, Li Maoshan and Shen Feiyu were fighting together. Did they knock away the opposing disciples who came to attack? For a moment, they were surrounded by injured and dead disciples. The entire Shenjiazhuang was blazing with fire and blood was flowing under the white snowflakes. , scarlet and dazzling.
The battle continued, and Qiao Huaigui attacked the man with a long knife.
The two of them chased each other, jumping back and forth in Shenjiazhuang, and they were just a little bit behind every time. Yes, Qiao Huaigui was filled with anger.
Finally, after losing a large number of disciples in Yuchang Pavilion, under the leadership of Fang Wanping, they withdrew from Shenjiazhuang. The disciple who took his life quietly followed the people in Yuchang Pavilion and disappeared from the eyes of everyone in Shenjiazhuang.
Qiao Huaigui hurriedly stepped forward, put the knife on the ground, sat on the ground holding Hua Suhong and cried, "Mother, how are you?"
There was blood coming from Hua Suhong's mouth, she stretched out her blood-stained palm, touched Qiao Huaigui's face, and said with all her strength: "My child, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Qiao Huaigui's tears fell on Hua Suhong's face. Shen Feiyu, who was covered in blood beside him, also knelt on the side and said with tears in his eyes: "Aunt Hua, you said you would live to be eighty years old."
"Sister Su, I have to leave. The child will be left to you after Huaigui."
Su Rongya listened to Hua Suhong's words with tears in her eyes. She held Hua Suhong's hand with a sad face. After nodding heavily, she watched Hua Suhong's hand move from Qiao Huaigui's face bit by bit. It slid down and hit the ground, making no sound anymore.
"Mother."
A heart-wrenching cry echoed across the sky and the earth, and suddenly the sky was covered with dark clouds, and light snow fell on the ground.
The snowflakes grew bigger and bigger, soon covering the blood on the ground, and the whole world turned white again, except that the big red lantern in the yard looked so dazzling.
As night falls, the red lanterns in Shenjiazhuang have been taped down and replaced with white condolence lanterns.
In the room where Hua Suhong lives, a mourning hall is located here.
In the center, Hua Suhong'an was lying quietly in a coffin made of golden nanmu. In front of her was a spiritual tablet with the spiritual status of her mother Hua Suhong written on it. Qiao Huaigui was kneeling to the side, his eyes bloodshot and silent.
The people who came to celebrate her birthday tied their white silk ribbons, said comforting words, and bid farewell to Hua Suhong one by one.
Three days later.
Qiao Huaigui walked at the front wearing mourning clothes, followed by a group of disciples from various sects who came to see him off.
After the funeral was completed, Shen Hongyan followed Qiao Huaigui's request and asked someone to build a small cabin in front of Hua Suhong's grave for Qiao Huaigui to use. Every day, three meals a day are delivered by someone. In Qiao Huaigui's own words, he would observe mourning for his mother for three years.
In three days, New Year's Eve is coming.
And Shenjiazhuang has long lost the bustle of previous years, and the entire villa is in a state of lifelessness.
On New Year's Eve, the arrival of an uninvited guest changed Qiao Huaigui's initial thoughts.
Da da da da da…
A burst of rapid and nervous hoofbeats came from a distance, and a young man rode a horse quickly towards Shenjiazhuang. When he came to the door, the young man got off his horse and hurriedly knocked on the door and shouted: "Master Qiao, Master Qiao."
The person who opened the door was Shen Feiyu. When he heard someone calling Daxia Qiao, he walked up and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
The young man replied: "I'm looking for Qiao Huaigui."
"Then who are you?"
This person was the young man who arrived and left last at the Chonghua Wine Shop. He took off his bamboo hat, flicked the snow on his body and said, "My name is A Niu. I am the owner of a wine shop who asked me to come to him today." .”
Shen Feiyu already guessed almost immediately upon hearing this. To confirm again, he continued to ask: "That wine shop owner?"
The young man thought for a moment and continued: "It's the owner of a wine shop outside Chonghuaji. He said that he will invite Daxia Qiao to Chonghuaji after the new year to discuss important matters."
After A Niu finished delivering the message, he turned around and left on his horse, arriving at a ruined temple outside the city.
The next day, Shen Feiyu came to Hua Suhong's burial place alone. He looked at Qiao Huaigui and said, "The owner of the wine shop asked you to come over in the new year and said that he has important matters to discuss."
"What can it be?" Qiao Huaigui asked.
"I didn't say it, and I didn't ask either." Shen Feiyu replied helplessly.
"Then let him come in person." Qiao Huaigui said.
At this time, Qiao Huaigui was sitting in the front hall waiting for A Niu to come. When A Niu entered the room, he took a rest and drank a glass of water before calming down his excitement. Qiao Huaigui asked: "When did this happen?"
"It should be about two days. The owner of the wine shop also said at that time that if he didn't come, the business would not be able to continue."
The owner of the wine shop knew very well that the reason why the business here was so good, and said that it had nothing to do with Qiao Huaigui. Nowadays, some people have died because of this, so the restaurant owner still cares about Qiao Huaigui's opinion. After all, Qiao Huaigui must have contributed a lot to the fact that this wine shop has been open for so many years.
From the conversation between the two, Qiao Huaigui could tell that the young man named A Niu in front of him did not know much about the disaster in Chonghuaji, nor did he know what happened in Chonghuaji every year.
And he is just a microphone.
