The young man leaned against the big tree and looked into the distance. As the clouds gradually faded, Ling Ye was about to finish his meal.
"What are your plans?" He took the bowl and chopsticks from Ling Ye's hand. The two of them stood under the tree, facing each other.
Ling Ye was silent, then slowly shook his head: "I don't know." Then he looked at the distant mountains behind the other party, as if to others, but also to himself: "I just can't stay."
The young man blinked lightly, then smiled leisurely, and turned to look over there. As he looked around, he felt a little too mature for him: "Why don't you stay with me here, and go up the mountain every day to collect firewood and treasures, so as to strengthen your health?" The body. We go to the fields every day to remove pests, pick fruits and water vegetables to satisfy our hunger. When we reach adulthood, or when we have the ability to protect ourselves, we will give up farming and join the military, and go out to have some adventures. What do you think?" At the end, he said He turned his head and looked back with a smile in his eyes: "I have nowhere to go."
Ling Ye was silent, then took a step back, bowed to the other party solemnly and thanked him: "The kindness of a meal is a new gift. Although I don't know when I can repay you, I must keep it in my heart and don't dare to forget it."
The young man did not move, just looked at Ling Ye without saying a word, then shook his head silently, turned around, and only raised the bowl and chopsticks in his hands forward as a return of courtesy.
Ling Ye smiled slightly, and although he stood upright, he had no words to say. He only looked at her deeply, then turned to leave.
The young man was silent and couldn't help but ask: "Where are you going?"
Ling Ye paused and heard the other person say: "There are two mountains here, and there are a lot of woods. It's already late at night, and with our pace, it's impossible to get out of the mountains and forests before dark. And if you stay in the woods overnight, there may be mountains. The harm caused by insects and wild beasts.”
Ling Ye was silent, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the road ahead. It was quiet, and he could only see the path leading into the forest, but not its depth. Even though it was a long time, I just said: "I can go anywhere, but I can't stay. - Farewell."
After Ling Ye said that, he left without looking back.
The young man was silent for this, and couldn't help scratching his head. He watched Ling Ye walk away before looking down at the bowls and chopsticks in his hands. Although the chopsticks had been wiped clean by Ling Ye with his sleeves, there was still some oil residue in the similarly wiped porcelain bowl, which looked bright now.
The young man looked at the bowl and smiled, then folded his arms and raised his head, then looked at Ling Ye: "What a good guy, but a bit stubborn."
However, the man had already turned into the shade of the trees, knowing the way but not where he was going.
…
The sky and the earth are long, spiraling into the cave.
Ling Ye huddled in the corner and shivered, the pain all over his body surged like a tidal wave, causing his lips to turn blue and his face to be pale, and his veins to bulge like tree roots covering his body, it was extremely terrifying.
"Ouch--" There were wolves howling and owls crying at night, which made it even more weird.
…
At dawn, there was a well, and the rising sun reflected three reds in it: but it was the person who scooped out a red pill of bath water with a spoon and fed it to the man who was pretending to die, and wiped away the juice that overflowed from the corners of his mouth with a silk scarf.
The living dead person is Wang Gaoyang, the head of Hengshan Mountain. And the beautiful woman who was giving medicine in front of the bed was his first wife, Mrs. Hengshan Han Junru.
At this time, a person came to see him.
"Master." He was born with handsome features and a pure demeanor. Because of his upright posture and slender figure, his uniform was extremely decent, as if it had been tailor-made, and showed his heroic spirit. This person is the second disciple of Wang Gaoyang and the second senior brother of the Hengshan Sect—Cheng Yiren.
Han Junru likes to be quiet by nature, but now he has no intention of listening to the medicine. He only feeds medicine to his husband and completely ignores the disciple's report.
Cheng Yiren paused for a moment after briefly describing the general situation, and then lowered his body a little: "As above."
Han Junru ignored it, then scooped up the soup again, looking at the red pill in the spoon calmly, and finally said: "So... you are really the evil son of that dead man."
Cheng Yiren was silent, and the disciple who had never wanted to die was not mentioned at all. He could not help but feel sad. However, when faced with his master's question, he did not dare not to answer, so he bowed his head and said, "This matter was said by Chu Shiyun himself, and it must be true." It's true. - But..." He didn't want to add, but he hesitated, so he glanced at the other person's back. When he saw the other person looking back, he hurriedly lowered his head: "But since this son is the Queen of the Supreme Sect, Ling - Ling Why would Xiufeng murder his own grandson before he died? - Although the disciple had not gone there that day, not long ago, the disciple had asked the surviving friends who had been there about the details of that day, and According to the recollections of many people, they all said that as soon as they entered the courtyard, they heard or saw the boy being beaten out of the east chamber."
Han Junru seemed to be silent, and then turned away: "Ling Yunzhi's white hair, not many ordinary people on the road... or guys who like to chew their tongues have ever mentioned it."
"Yes." Cheng Yiren nodded hurriedly, and then said: "Looking at the recent information sent back by the disciples of various departments, there are many forces or individuals who, three or five days ago, had something on a large straight path leading to the Jueqing Gate. They all said that a white-haired man was going somewhere with a child. After everyone checked the date, they all confirmed that this happened before the war broke out. "
Han Junru only looked at the red pills of the decoction. After about a breath, she nodded lightly: "That's all."
Although his voice was soft, Cheng Yiren fell into silence. However, even though he hesitated, he still held back his displeasure in the end: "On that day, after the rescue and examination by the Xiaoyao Sect and the determined and solemn expressions of the elders of the disciples and friends, it can be confirmed that this child is truly a real person. He was struck by the Juexin Palm, which is unique to the Jueqing sect." He was afraid of accidentally offending his wife, so he glanced at the other party. When he saw that the other party seemed unmoved, he lowered his head cautiously and spoke at a slightly slower pace. : "Although because Ling Yunzhi was too protective, no one present could break into the east chamber where Ling Xiufeng died suddenly to inspect the mutilated body, but many people still passed through the collapsed doorway and saw Ling inside. Xiufeng, sit and die in the teahouse..."
Han Junru was unmoved for a moment, and then slowly turned his gaze to the other person. He stared for a moment, then turned back and said, "What do you want to say?"
Cheng Yiren was silent for this, then bowed his head and confessed: "Ling Xiufeng's Juexin Palm has long been transformed. It is so vicious and cruel that it was once said that there will be no life after death. Even though his skills were weakened to the edge of collapse, this was the last moment before his death. The palm... is definitely not something that a weak young man can withstand, let alone this person is his grandson? So... the disciple just doesn't know, the origin of this palm is because this child is disobedient to him without knowing how high it is. , or because...this boy is not——"
"What does it matter?" Han Junru was giving medicine to her husband and then used a brocade handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth. Her question made Cheng Yiren fall into silence.
After a while, Cheng Yiren finally did not dare to disobey his superior and chose to close his eyes: "No."
"If not." Han Junru didn't look at him. She just wiped the sweat from her husband's brow and said calmly, "Don't talk nonsense."
Cheng Yiren remained silent, and finally said respectfully: "Yes..."
At the same time, among the other four mountains.
Since the tragic death of the leader Zhao Yidao, the Taishan Sect has been temporarily replaced by its eldest disciple Han Feng. Now he is sitting in the teahouse in his dormitory, but after reading the letter in his hand, his expression is solemn, and he gets up quickly He went to the door and said, "I'll report it to Master's Wife, and then we'll make a long-term plan."
"Bang!" At the same time, the leader of the Hengshan Sect, Sang Qiuyu, also complained about Chu Shiyun's cruelty. However, even though he was unwilling to accept it and hated him so much, he could only suppress his anger and squeezed out one sentence from between his teeth: " Chu—Shi—Yun!”
Sang Qiuyu's left leg had long been amputated to the knee, and now the yellow leg of a copper tripod was used as a prosthetic leg. It was divided into four sides, with the top and bottom rounded, which fit well.
"I'm convinced..." The foreign affairs disciple who came to kneel down to report couldn't help but complain in his heart. He was so nervous that he was sweating profusely. Although he knew that asking for instructions at this time might provoke anger, he would be blamed if he didn't ask, so he shrank back. He said from the corner of his eyes: "Zhang, head..."
Sang Qiuyu suddenly turned his head and glared at him. Looking at his face, he almost wanted to eat him alive.
The foreign affairs disciple secretly grinned, then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand, and said bravely: "Then, how should we deal with that kid?"
Sang Qiuyu's eyes were filled with anger, but he couldn't get angry. He had to turn his back and waved his hand: "Look for it!" Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to dig it out for me! "
"Yes!" As if he had received an amnesty, the foreign affairs disciple turned around without even standing up. When he stood up and left, he did it in one go and felt silky smooth.
After the disciple left, Sang Qiuyu slowly turned around and saw that his face was full of ferocity and rage. He was so frightened that the disciples waiting aside collectively lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.
"Dog... east... west..." Sang Qiuyu gritted his teeth and cursed secretly. Then he turned back angrily and glared at the memorial seat in the high hall in front of him. The ferocious expression on his face gradually turned gloomy, almost oozing with water, and he slowly raised his trembling right hand. He clenched it into a fist: "Ling, Yun, Zhi——! Let this bastard end the hatred between you and me with his life!"
It's time, Huashan Sect.
"Hey..." Sun Buwei, the leader of Huashan Mountain, shook his head helplessly after listening to his disciple's report. Finally, he closed his eyes and waved his hands to indicate that he was retreating.
His first wife, Lin Qian'e, was sitting next to him. After watching his disciples leave, they were the only two people left at the huge peak cliff viewing platform. There was silence for a while, and then he turned around and asked, "What should we do about this?"
Sun Buwei remained silent, then he opened his eyes and sighed. He walked to the cliff pavilion on the side with a cane and said: "When has it been time to retaliate against each other? One revenge is too little. Huh. Including us in the Five Sacred Mountains, all major sects and Juemen. Grudges, or conflicts between various sects, are mostly inherited from the previous generation, or even the regret and unwillingness of the previous generation, who were either dying or dying because they were defeated and humiliated by others. Now they are heartless. When the family is destroyed, both the creditor and the creditor have long since turned into bones and dust. Is it possible... that this life-and-death feud will be passed on to the next generation again?"
Lin Qian'e was silent for this, then raised her eyes and asked: "The Five Sacred Mountains have always been of one mind. If we don't send someone to help this time, wouldn't we be indifferent to friendship and lose our appearance?"
Sun Buwei glanced at the horizon, but had nothing to look forward to, so he turned back to his residence in a complicated and tired manner: "I'm tired. - Madam, please take care of the arrangements."
Lin Qian'e watched the other party leave, then shook her head silently, turned and looked in the direction of the Songshan Sect.
The Songshan sect lives in the east.
"You have rebelled against me!" Old Madam Huang Xiuxin was so angry that she stood up and slapped the table. Holding a Qingyun staff in her hand, she pointed at Liao Minghua, who had his back turned to her, and scolded and reprimanded her in public: "After all, you are a The master of the sect! You have a certain status in the world! What a shame for you talking about the morality of the world with your colleagues in the world, talking about the rules of the world with those evil thieves and reckless men, saying that you should have principles in doing things, and convince people with reason when doing things, but now the time has come On your own head, okay! What kind of harm does not harm your wife and daughter, what kind of hatred does not involve the family!? What kind of hatred does that little kid have against you? How old is he! Are you going to kill him?" As for this, I have to hit this traitor on the head with a stick: "I'll wake you up first!"
"Ouch!" Liao Minghua angrily grabbed the Qingyun staff and pushed it aside, stamping his feet and saying fiercely: "You can't see your son's empty sleeves that are catching the wind!"
It is true, and it is true. He lost his left arm that day. If his eldest disciple hadn't sacrificed his life to save him and died on his behalf, Huang Xiuxin would have lost the chance to stand here and preach to him.
"You!" Huang Xiuxin was so angry that she felt anxious again. She sat back and covered her heart: "I, I..."
"Old Madam!" All the disciples and attendants were shocked, but thanks to the quick eyesight and quick hands of the maid, they were able to support her and sit back in her original position: "Madam, don't be anxious, calm down, let your breath go smoothly, let your breath go smoothly, and open your mouth more slowly. Slow down..." The maid was waiting beside her, caressing the old lady's heart, but she was very frightened.
Seeing that his mother was slowly regaining her breath, Liao Minghua, who was still in a state of anger on the surface, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. With this breath, most of the anger in his heart disappeared in an instant, and then with a gloomy face, he asked Xiang and knelt down. The messenger disciple at the door said: "Although there are many ways to reach Qishan Mountain, there are even more people who are expected to sneak away secretly. Even if my Five Mountains secret agent cannot find them, there should be some people who have sneaked away from other sects alive. They have not yet entered Moyun Peak. Will your department send someone?" Go ask?"
"Ah, yes." The disciple who sent the message was also worried about the old lady's condition. When he heard the question from the leader, he hurriedly returned to report: "Although I don't know who is going, in the past two days, I have sent more brothers to various sects. Various factions are in contact, but there is news, one..." But before he could finish his words, the old lady over there who had regained her breath immediately smashed the Qingyun Hua in her hand: "Shut up!"
clang clang clang...
The crutches fell to the ground, and everyone fell silent.
The old lady was really very angry. She pointed tremblingly at the messenger disciples over there a few times, and then glanced at the disciples on both sides who dared not look at her one by one. She was so angry that she slapped the tea table. : "Get out!—Everyone, get out!"
"Old——" The eldest disciple Tong Qingshan wanted to speak out, but was immediately stopped when the old lady glared at him. Then he cupped his fists and urged everyone to leave with him in disgrace: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and leave quickly." Walk."
"I know, I know." All the disciples were impatient, also because they were unwilling to give up, but they were all sulking in low voices, and no one dared to speak up. All the maids also looked at each other, and then you urged me and I urged you to leave here.
In the blink of an eye, there was only one messenger disciple left in the ranks of disciples, feeling extremely isolated. And when he just stayed there, the old lady and the personal maid cast angry looks, and he was immediately startled and grinned, and hurriedly resigned to the old lady and the head: "Disciple, please leave. Disciple, please leave."
"Hmph!" Seeing the other party running away in embarrassment, the personal maid snorted, and then went to coax the old lady to pay attention to her health, regardless of how ugly Liao Minghua's face looked next to her.
"Hi...Hi..." The old lady caressed her heart to breathe, and then tapped her heart several times with the back of her finger to slowly suppress the discomfort in her heart temporarily. However, she glanced at Liao Minghua who was clenching his fists and saying nothing. She was not angry, but when everyone else left, her anger also dissipated, so when she spoke, she lost her temper and became worried: "Back then, the Hengshan faction fought with others to arrest the murderers, but later they were killed by the Jueqingmen. Because of the loss, he handed over the reward to others. When your father heard about it afterwards, he contracted with a few people to vent their anger on the humiliated Hengshan brothers and gathered a crowd to seek justice at Jueqingmen. But in the end, everyone lost to him and were humiliated. But when it comes to being young and vigorous, your grandparents among the Five Mountains are even more ignorant of life and death! Back then, Ling Shengtian of the Jueqing Sect and Yang Yunxiao of the Supreme Alliance were on the same page, and they had been fighting openly and secretly for many years. It was difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior, and no one dared to challenge them, but your grandfather and the others went to challenge them, relying on the new spirit of the Five Mountains' newly formed alliance, and relying on the secret activities and verbal 'support' of several corrupt officials and powerful officials. Ling Shengtian planned to replace Ling Shengtian's status in the world. How many heroes cheered for them and waved flags to cheer them up? They were actually laughing at them! You know how much money was gambled behind the scenes! I wish they would be annihilated and suffer losses. Die!"
Liao Minghua's face was gloomy, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"At that time, the country was in turmoil. How many sects ceded their interests to powerful people in various places just to save their lives? It was precisely because Ling Shengtian did not want to do this that he was jointly suppressed by the local corrupt gangs and the chamber of commerce. They concentrated their efforts and left. It's like setting fire to your body!" When the old lady said this, she felt sad. She couldn't help shaking her head and wiping tears: "In the end, one died and three were injured, and half of the two thousand children became ghosts in a foreign land. With this power, if you are loyal to the country, He may seek lives for the people, or he may gain fame and good fortune, but in the end, he sacrifices himself like this and rarely ends up with a good death... What a pity for so many good men with heroic nature."
Liao Minghua remained silent, and then just glanced at Huang Xiuxin before striding out of the room: "Nagging on endlessly... Those old things have nothing to do with me. I only know that my father was in Ling in those days." Hateful in Xiufeng's hands! I was defeated in Ling Shengtian's hands! And now, I am losing my troops there again! Returning in a great defeat! This is the King of Heaven, I am here..." Because he was far away, I couldn't hear clearly, but again Suddenly there was a roar: "Someone is coming——!"
Upon hearing this, Huang Xiuxin couldn't help but her eyes flickered, but in the end she could only sigh resentfully: "Thousands of desires can bring disaster, but loyalty is the most harmful to others..." Then with the help of the maid, she stood up and went Burning incense at the altar is a way of complaining to the deceased: "The rivers and lakes are huge, and the mountains are higher than the mountains. Even if the Jueqing Sect does not exist, there will still be people who are more outstanding than the previous generations to succeed them. If the power is greater than its huge Fortunately, since we can't compare with it, we should have self-awareness and choose to settle for the next best thing and be prudent and long-term. Even if it is just for fame and fortune, it can be considered transparent. But no one wants to see through..."
"Sigh... As the leader of the sect, how can I not think about what is behind me? And when I am in the world, how can I just say a word of justice..."
