Further south in Tiannan Marsh Forest, there is a forest with a radius of five hundred miles.
The tall trees in the forest are clustered together, completely blocking the skylight. In the dark environment, the green vines the size of an adult's arm are terrifying. After digging into the thick trunk, they climb up to the sky with claws and claws, trying to breathe. fresh air.
The years are turning, the seasons are changing, and the fallen leaves over the years have accumulated a thick layer under the trees. Even the most amazing herb collectors or old hunters dare not set foot in such a place, because they know that those The pile of damp and rotting leaves is as tall as a person, and there are even many quagmires and swamps of various sizes and depths hidden under the piles of leaves.
This is the restricted area of life.
The only plank road going south is located on a cliff at the edge of the forest.
It's a pity that this plank road has been in disrepair for a long time, and many people have fallen from it into the poisonous miasma under the cliff. No one dares to try to go further south.
And if someone can successfully pass this plank road, the world will suddenly open up, with mountains and tall forests nestled among each other, and a continuous stretch of buildings located behind the cliffs and forests.
In the center of the continuous buildings, in front of the road leading to the tallest bluestone palace, there is a tall archway with only two words on it: Murong.
Hengyu lowered his head and looked away, silently walking under the archway.
Taking the archway with "Murong" written on it as the boundary, the building complex behind the cliff is divided into inner and outer squares. However, as more and more young people have gone outside in recent years, gradually Some people began to change their names to the inner city and the outer city.
The outer square belongs to Hidden Valley's property, and the even older palace complex behind the archway belongs to the Murong family.
This is different.
As Murong Yin's adopted son, Hengyu was very lucky to have a large courtyard mansion in Neifang, otherwise he would have been stopped as soon as he passed the archway.
The avenue behind the archway is three feet wide and thirty-three feet long, all paved with white marble tiles. Walking on it gives people a neater impression than the inner city avenue of Suzaku City.
Along the way, Heng Yu kept his head lowered. It wasn't until he left the avenue and turned to the street on the left that he raised his head slightly.
"Twenty-two ways." Hengyu thought silently in his heart.
In just a short stretch of the avenue, Hengyu found at least twenty-two eyes that glanced at him.
As for whether there are still unnoticed glances, Hengyu, who is now at the peak of the second grade, guesses that there will be more.
People who were born and raised in Hidden Valley have been immersed in the two skills of hiding and tracking since childhood. Even the most dull people have already become good at it due to years of exposure.
It was only after Heng Yu joined Hidden Vision that he learned that the person who created the defense that was loose on the outside and tight on the inside was the contemporary Zhang Lv. It can be said that the Hidden Vision branch among the three branches of Zhang Lv was in the hands of Murong Yin. Strong.
Mentally weighing the possible consequences of Murong Yin pushing him out to warn Murong Xiu Ming, Heng Yu was about to pass the first mansion on this street when a door opened.
Hengyu turned his head to look, and saw a woman in a slightly loose skirt coming out of a side door. The woman's eyes met Hengyu's, and she immediately lowered her face in panic.
Hengyu's eyes were filled with undisguised shock and disgust, and he quickened his pace and walked towards the end of the street.
"Hengyu." A woman's voice sounded weakly from behind. Hengyu couldn't hide the ending in his eyes. He only regained his composure when he saw the old man standing in front of the door at the end of the street.
"Master, I thought you would come back last night."
The old servant should have just woken up. At this time, he came forward and yawned.
Heng Yu had a smile on his face and asked: "Uncle Li, you didn't sleep last night, did you? Your body is not as strong as it used to be, so you have to be careful. I don't want to be the only one left in such a big house in the future." people."
The old man dragged his residual leg and limped behind Hengyu, trying to tie off his damp coat.
Hengyu had no choice but to stand in front of the door and enjoy the service of his servant Lao Li.
Lao Li sniffed Hengyu's coat, showed his rotten teeth, and said with a smile: "Young master, you must have taken a shortcut."
Hengyu was very convinced of Lao Li's ability and wondered: "You haven't walked through Nanluo Forest for so many years, how can you tell the shortcut I took just by smell?"
Lao Li followed Heng Yu into the gate, and after closing the door smoothly, he said with an honest face: "In a place as big as Luo Lin, I will never forget those recorded and unrecorded roads in my life, let alone every road. Each has its own unique smell, just like a new wine from an old cellar. The initial flavor has not changed, so my judgment cannot be wrong."
After saying that, Lao Li looked at Heng Yu with wide eyes. Heng Yu had a smile in his eyes and said helplessly: "Okay, today I will make an exception. You can drink an extra bottle of wine."
"Come on, young master, you haven't had breakfast? I'll bring it to you."
"Just keep it the same."
Lao Li walked to the kitchen. Heng Yu looked at his limping back and sighed silently.
If his parents were retainers of the Murong family, then Lao Li was a servant who had stayed in his family since he made a noise. But his parents didn't treat Lao Li as a servant at the beginning, and he wouldn't do it now.
The house is very big, but in order to take care of Lao Li's legs and feet, Hengyu and the others stayed in the front rooms.
Arriving at the spacious main room with simple tables and stools, Hengyu placed a stick of incense on the memorial tablets of his parents on the altar, and heard a woman's voice at the door.
"Wuxia, just let me do it."
"It's okay, Uncle Li, it's easy to spill the porridge if you scoop too much."
Lao Li followed Si Wuxia and walked through the door.
Hengyu looked at the woman with a neat skirt, frowned and then regained his composure, and nodded lightly.
Si Wuxia frowned, nodded slightly towards Hengyu, and walked quickly into the main room carrying a plate.
Looking at the old table and stool in the middle of the hall, Si Wuxia was obviously stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and quickly placed the plate on the table.
Lao Li invited Heng Yu to come to the table and said, "It's not that the young master doesn't know Lao Li's cook, he just keeps doing the same thing."
Seeing Si Wuxia put a stack of pickles and a bowl of thick white porridge on the table with his hands and feet, Hengyu's eyebrows softened a lot and he looked at Lao Li.
Lao Li smiled and said, "Young master, it's not like I don't know. I never eat in the morning."
Hengyu nodded, gently opened the long wooden stool and sat down, "That's right, a glass of wine in the morning, the more you drink, the better."
Si Wuxia hesitated a little, but said cautiously: "Hengyu, Uncle Li's legs can't handle drinking so much wine."
"Then you can help me persuade him?" Heng Yu put down the chopsticks he picked up and looked at Si Wuxia with a sneer.
Lao Li looked at the expressions of the two young people, his already cloudy eyes were filled with sadness for no reason, and he patted his lame leg several times, which shocked both Hengyu and Si Wuxia.
Lao Li laughed loudly and said: "You young people still don't understand. It's just like those old smokers. At my age, if I don't drink some wine every day, my legs will hurt every day."
Si Wuxia looked like he wanted to argue but didn't dare to speak anymore. Old Li pointed at the bench opposite Hengyu with his big hand, "Wuxia must not have eaten when he came to Hengyu so early. I'll get you a bowl of porridge." .”
Si Wuxia glanced at Hengyu who was immersed in eating, neither standing nor sitting.
At this time, Lao Li was already limping out of the door. Before going out, he turned around, winked at the girl and smiled: "Why don't you sit down? It's not like you haven't eaten at this table before. Are you afraid of eating too little rice? Oh, the porridge is really porridge, because all the food has gone to this tall guy."
Si Wuxia smiled.
After all, Hengyu couldn't remain indifferent and said helplessly: "Uncle, how old am I and am I still growing?"
After speaking, he picked up the rice bowl in front of him and whispered: "Then sit down."
Lao Li said he was going to the kitchen, but Hengyu didn't come back after he finished a bowl of white porridge with pickles.
Si Wuxia saw that Hengyu hadn't looked at her since he glanced at her when she entered the door, and hesitated several times.
After Hengyu finished eating, he put it on the wooden tray according to its original placement, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Hengyu~"
Si Wuxia lowered her head, holding her thigh with her fingers through the hem of her skirt. She looked at the water splashes blooming on the hem of her skirt with a hazy vision, "Can you listen to my explanation?"
"You know, my parents have never been able to get out of Yinlu's prison. I had no choice but to ask Murong Xiu Ming."
…
"Crack——"
The tray overturned and the old porcelain bowl shattered into countless pieces on the ground. Hengyu never turned around, "Then why didn't you go find Lei Dian before? He is the one in charge of the hidden laws!"
"Ah, I forgot, Lei Dian is dead. Maybe you slept with him before... What a good death."
Si Wuxia lowered his head, bit his red lip with his teeth, and choked out: "It's not what you think..."
Hengyu raised his head and looked at the misty sky outside the corridor. He was silent for a while and said, "Let's go. You're such a dirty woman, just sleep with others all the way. See if you can save your... parents." .”
A gust of wind passed by...
The beautiful silhouette of my childhood sweetheart has long gone.
Hengyu lowered his head in a daze, while Lao Li squatted in front of the door with difficulty, picked up a piece of broken porcelain and sighed. He didn't know whether he felt sorry for the bowl from before, or for the person who held the bowl and ate with him before.
"Is she gone?" Heng Yu knelt down, picked up a piece of porcelain and clasped it in the palm of his hand.
Lao Li took Hengyu's hand and removed the bloody fingers one by one. He said angrily: "I don't know who you got such a bad temper from. Your parents handed you over to me. I How can I be so embarrassed to reunite with my elder brother and sister-in-law after this?"
"Then don't go down." Hengyu simply sat on the ground, looked back at the empty lobby, and said softly: "My innocent parents are actually dead in prison."
Lao Li slowed down in bandaging Hengyu and asked, "Then why didn't you tell her just now?"
Hengyu shook his head, "My adoptive father told me this when I begged him for mercy."
"I was actually begging for mercy, but unfortunately it was too late. ...At that time, Murong Xiu Ming was looking at me, and their father and son were looking at me."
"The most ridiculous thing is that my adoptive father comforted me and said that the relationship between brothers cannot be ruined just because of a woman. I understood at that time that everything I seem to be doing now is because I still call him my adopted father."
Lao Li bandaged Heng Yu slower and slower, gritted his teeth and said, "When my eldest brother and sister-in-law died in the civil strife, I knew that there was no good person named Murong."
Hengyu stood up, "Uncle Li, can I ask you something?"
Lao Li also stood up, with a simple and honest smile on his weather-beaten face.
"There are a lot of eyes on this street. If she doesn't have time to come into our place, she can't stay."
"Ta-ta-ta-"
Lao Li limped one leg and took a few big steps back. He looked up and down at Hengyu with a complicated expression, his eyes full of disappointment.
Heng Yu laughed and said, "I asked you to take her out of Hidden Valley. Don't you always brag about the road to Nanluo Forest? Do you know everything that others know? I'm begging you; 1!"
Lao Li breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and then asked cautiously: "Has the matter really reached this point?"
Heng Yu's eyes were full of pain and he blamed himself: "There will be civil strife in Hidden Valley soon. If Wu Xia stays here, he will be hurt even more because of Murong Yin's temptation to me."
Lao Li is Hengyu's only family member in the world, and he actually doesn't want Lao Li to stay in Hidden Valley.
But Lao Li had already seen through Hengyu's intention and said with a smile: "I promise you, I will find a safe and good place with that Wuxia girl, but I will come back later, so don't think about driving me away."
Hengyu flatly refused: "You must not come back, otherwise Murong Yin will discover your whereabouts, and we will all die. I will let Murong Yin put his mind elsewhere for a while, and you will leave tonight."
Lao Li thought of the old man who had been sitting on the tall jade seat all year round, and also refused: "As soon as Wu Xia and I leave, you will also be suspicious of Murong Yin!"
"Don't worry, I have a way."
Old Li frowned but refused to agree. Hengyu had no choice but to whisper his detailed plan. Old Li thought for a long time and finally sighed helplessly: "This is too risky after all. You Isn’t this risking your life?”
Heng Yu smiled and said, "As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger. Men of our generation should have the courage."
