As soon as he said goodbye to Liu Zhi, Xie Wule went straight to Qingzhou.
The matter between Liu Zhi and his mother could not be forgotten in his mind for a long time. Let yourself realize how childish and ridiculous your thoughts were ten years ago. Gou Ba is dead and Emperor Yanqing is extremely clear. In this peaceful and prosperous world, how can anything happen again? The promise he made to support his aunt was left behind again.
I just hope that my aunt will be healthy and well in these ten years. Otherwise, I will really regret it.
Xie Wule's lower Dantian has now been perfected. Because he practices Qi, his skills are extremely profound and can match those of ordinary people who practice inner strength. His attainments in Qinggong have also improved to a higher level due to his long journey across mountains and rivers. His speed is extremely fast and his breath is long-lasting. It can travel hundreds of miles a day, which is better than ordinary horses.
After a few days, they were not far from Qingzhou. Xie Wule thought that he was in rags, so what a way to visit his aunt! He hurriedly changed direction and ran towards the city closest to him.
When he left the city again, Xie Wule was dressed in a brand new robe, his hair had been washed and re-tied, his face had no stubble, and with a little remnant of time on his face, he was once again a gentle and elegant Confucian scholar.
Xie Wule nodded with satisfaction, climbed on the horse he just bought, and continued towards the Song Mansion.
One day later, Xie Wule arrived in front of Song Mansion.
The courtyard is full of messy trees, some of which have grown almost to the outside of the wall, and the courtyard wall is also completely dilapidated. Looking up at the plaque, the gilt words "Song Mansion" were covered by dust and looked unflattering.
Xie Wule hurriedly knocked on the door of the mansion, but there was no movement for a long time. Then he stopped a passerby and said, "Brother, is there anyone else living in this Song Mansion?"
The passerby looked at Xie Wule, then looked around the Song Mansion, and pulled Xie Wule aside: "Brother, what is your relationship with the people from the Song Mansion? Why are you standing in front of their house?"
Seeing the strange behavior of passers-by, Xie Wule was confused: "Can't people stand in front of the Song Mansion?"
"Brother, it's not just a matter of whether people can stand in front of the Song Mansion. Anyone who passes by his door or gets even a little closer will get seriously ill when he goes back. I don't care about you, brother, or the people in the Song Mansion. What does it matter? Just listen to my brother’s advice and leave immediately.”
After saying that, the man hurried away, leaving Xie Wule alone who was even more confused.
Xie Wule then discovered that the Song Mansion was originally in the center of the city, and many people would pass by it. Now, those who can detour are doing so. Those who cannot be detoured are far away from the Song Mansion, and the walk is also special. quick.
Xie Wule wanted to stop another person to ask what was going on, but when they heard that they were inquiring about the Song family, they turned around and left. Others also stayed away from Xie Wule.
Xie Wule had no choice but to give up the idea of asking others and planned to find out for himself. As soon as he reached the door of the mansion, an old woman hurried over, took Xie Wule's arm, and motioned for Xie Wule to leave.
Xie Wule followed and retreated far away.
The old woman glared at Xie Wule and said angrily: "Young man! Why are you disobedient? Didn't someone just tell you not to get close?"
"Fortunately, I didn't leave. I was always here watching you, so you saved your life!"
The more Xie Wule listened, the more mysterious he became: "Old lady, what's going on in the Song Mansion? From what I see, there's no one in charge of the courtyard. How could this happen?"
Seeing Xie Wule's reluctant look, the old lady asked, "Are you related to the people from the Song Dynasty?"
Xie Wule nodded.
"You are related to them. Don't you know what happened?"
Xie Wule scratched his head in embarrassment: "Actually, I haven't been here for ten years, so I don't know what happened. I asked the old lady to tell me."
The old woman Nan Nan was thinking something to herself. She raised her head for a moment and said to Xie Wule: "You haven't been here for ten years. It's normal not to know the reason. I will explain it to you, but you have to promise to leave immediately after knowing the reason."
Xie Wule nodded in agreement.
"This started ten years ago."
"Ten years ago, there was a war between Kang Mo and all the members of the Song family died. Only his wife, Shu Yiyue, was left."
"Shu Yiyue held a funeral for the deceased, and the whole house was hung with white cloth. So far, everything is normal."
"But two years later, Shu Yiyue suddenly drove away all the servants and maids in the house. At that time, people thought it was because she was too sad and moody."
"The servants who have been in the Song Mansion all year round also took care of her mood and went home without saying anything. They all thought that they could not change today and wait until Shu Yi calmed down before going back. After all, the Song Mansion has always treated us well, people We are all worried about Shu Yiyue."
"But that was not the case. After a while, the servants came back one after another, but no one opened the door. Some people who were worried about Shu Yiyue's accident forced the door open and rushed in while shouting: " Madam," while looking for her."
"But after a while, the screams of those people came from the house, and then a few more people stumbled out with blood on their clothes and pale faces."
"The people waiting in front of the mansion hurriedly came forward to support these people and asked what happened. Those people were babbling for a long time, but before they could say anything, their eyes suddenly opened and they were bleeding to death! "
"Now the people waiting outside the door couldn't help it anymore. They thought it was a thief who broke into the Song Mansion. They shouted to protect the wife's safety, so they rushed into the house swarm."
"Unexpectedly, everyone was blocked at the gate of the mansion. It turned out to be the head of the Song family who had been dead for more than a year. Everyone was shocked and at a loss."
"The head of the Song family looked at everyone with an angry face, as if he was about to get angry. At this time, Shu Yiyue grabbed his arm from behind. The head of the Song family glanced at Shu Yiyue, ignored everyone, and closed the door of the house."
"It was only then that everyone reacted and dispersed with frightened faces. However, not long after those people returned, they died for various reasons. Over time, it became what it is today."
After the old woman finished speaking, she looked at Xie Wule: "Now you know how dangerous you are today, no matter what business you have with Song Mansion, don't go there. Have you found it?"
Xie Wule nodded and thanked: "Thank you, old lady, for telling me the reason. I will leave now."
Xie Wule left under the old lady's gaze and disappeared into the crowd.
After Xie Wule made sure that the old lady couldn't see him, he turned into a small road and walked towards Song Mansion.
The old lady told me this for my own good, and I couldn't live up to her kindness, but I also had a reason why I had to go to Song Mansion.
Xie Wule became furious when he thought of someone pretending to be his uncle, and now he went to deceive his aunt. Xie Wule couldn't suppress the murderous intention in his heart. When he came to a remote place, he jumped up and entered the Song Mansion.
The house was desolate, the branches of the trees were in disorder, and many of them were dead. The open space in the courtyard is also overgrown with weeds, and the paved stone paths have been swallowed up.
Xie Wule carefully looked for the figure of the fake person. Suddenly, she realized that Shu Yiyue had seen herself in the distance.
Shu Yiyue looked panicked and turned around to escape. Xie Wule took three steps at a time and came to Shu Yiyue. He circled around Shu Yiyue a few times and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with him: "Auntie, don't be afraid, it's me, Xie Wule."
"It turns out to be nephew Xie. I haven't seen you for many years. You have changed a lot. Why do you think of this place today?"
Xie Wule noticed that when Shu Yiyue was speaking, her eyes were constantly looking around, and her self-blame doubled in her heart. She thought that her aunt had been so scared all these years: "Don't worry, aunt, I will definitely kill this fake uncle when I get up today." Don’t let him ruin my uncle’s reputation anymore.”
Shu Yiyue was shocked when she heard this: "Nephew Xie, where did you hear the rumors? I am the only one in the Song family, and there is no such person as you mentioned."
Seeing Shu Yiyue's scared look, Xie Wule must have been killed by a thief. His heart ached even more, and his murderous intent became stronger. He drew his sword and went to look for the person pretending to be Song Zhengjing again.
"Xie Nephew, you go sit in the lobby first, and I'll get you some snacks." Shu Yiyue pulled Xie Wule, tears threatening to roll down at any time from her eyes.
Xie Wule comforted him: "Auntie, don't worry about me, that thief is no match for me!"
"Yiyue! How brave you are to break into my mansion and kidnap my wife! The thief will take your life!"
An urgent call came, and Xie Wule felt happy. You didn't wait for me to come looking for you, but you came to the door yourself, holding the sword and turning around angrily.
"Is it Nephew Xie?" The visitor was stunned for a step, sheathed his sword, looked at Shu Yiyue, and smiled: "Yiyue, why didn't you tell me that Nephew Xie was here? I almost committed a major crime. wrong."
Xie Wule watched every move of the man in front of him, and his expression, tone, and movements were no different from Song Mingjing. Xie Wule suddenly recalled Qiang Bai and hesitated: "Who are you? Did the imperial court send you here?"
Xie Wule tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest and asked. Yang Yi knew that Song Zhengjing was dead. If he really sent someone here, no matter what the reason was for blaspheming his deceased uncle, he would definitely go to the imperial city to ask for an explanation.
Song Zhengjing was stunned. He didn't look angry when Xie Wule said this. He walked around in front of him and said, "What are you talking about, nephew? I am Song Zhengjing."
"You are so stubborn. My uncle passed away ten years ago. Since you don't repent, I don't care what your identity is. I will kill you with the sword today!"
Xie Wule's patience ran out, and he struck Song Zhengjing's vital point with one sword strike, his sword movement extremely fast and without any sloppiness.
Shu Yiyue had walked between the two of them when they were confronting each other, and now she suddenly stood in front of the fake Song Zhengjing.
Xie Wule was shocked and hurriedly tried to withdraw his sword, but it was too late!
Just as he was about to stab Shu Yiyue, the fake Song Zhengjing violently pulled Shu Yiyue back into his arms. With a gentle force, Shu Yiyue fainted. At the same time, he waved his right hand and a purple-black mist appeared out of thin air, shocking Xie Wule. retreat.
"Is your nephew okay?" Fake Song Zhengjing asked.
Qi? no! Completely opposite to Qi's sense of vitality. Xie Wule was still in shock and looked up at the fake Song Zhengjing: "Who are you!"
The pretended Song Zhengjing smiled calmly and said: "My dear nephew, I don't know what you are talking about. I am Song Zhengjing, the former magistrate of Qingzhou, the father of Mingxing and Weiwei, and the husband of Yiyue..."
"Your uncle!"
