Go out from the west gate of Maple Forest City and walk forward along the official road for about seven or eight miles, then turn left and walk into the path. Within half a stick of incense, you can see the Green Willow River with weeping willows on its banks.
At this time, the evening breeze blew on my face, and the bright moon was reflected in the waves, sparkling.
When Jiang Wang came out of the path, he saw Ling He's thin back, leaning against the river like a silent tree.
"Hey, let's take a look, let's take a look." Zhao Rucheng rushed to him, hanging his neck and said, "You must be hiding from crying, right?"
Ling He was a little helpless, "Why are you here?"
"Your voice is a little hoarse. You must have cried!"
At this time, a rough voice came out of the grass by the river, "Zhao, you know how much you need to take care of sometimes?"
"Brother Hu, are you here?" Zhao Rucheng shrank his neck. Du Yehu, a barbarian, would really attack if he disagreed with him, and he would not take his handsome face into consideration.
"I was drinking here." Du Yehu said angrily, the smell of alcohol lingering in the evening breeze, "I didn't expect him to bring that guy over, too bad luck."
"That's right! Why are you burying him?" Zhao Rucheng continued: "This kind of wolf-hearted thing should be thrown directly into the river and let him flow down the river to feed the fish and shrimps."
Jiang Wang glanced in the direction where Du Yehu came out, "Is he buried there?"
"The third child." Considering Jiang Wang's mood, Ling He explained: "I have not forgotten Pengju's bad deeds, but I still remember his good deeds. My family background is not good and I often don't have enough to eat. Pengju always makes excuses. You asked me to teach you martial arts, and held me until it was time for dinner. He deserved his death, but I couldn't watch his body exposed in the wilderness... Of course you were also very kind to me, during the Qingniu Village that year , in order to save me..."
"What are you talking about?" Jiang Wang interrupted him: "My father told me when he was alive that adults are different from children. The first thing adults must learn is to seek common ground while reserving differences. I won't play with him like that. So you can't play with him either, he's a child. You, Fang Pengju and me, we can talk about our own things. I won't affect your deep affection for him, and you won't affect me breaking up with him. "
"That's the truth." Ling He said.
He looked left and right at the Green Willow River in the night, "It always feels like it was yesterday. Not much has changed here, but we are all different."
"Nothing will never change. The only constant in this world is that it will always change." After Zhao Rucheng said this meaningfully, he shamelessly approached Ling He: "It won't hurt to bury someone. After being buried so late, you two hugged each other and cried, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up from the ground and dodged Du Yehu's flying legs with great speed.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, irritated..." He was halfway through his provocative words, and he quickly bowed and said, "That's wrong, Brother Tiger."
Du Yehu was already gearing up to catch up, "You're right, I was just about to hug you and cry."
Looking at the two people fighting, Ling He said leisurely: "But I believe there are always some things that will not be changed."
"I agree with half of what you said." Jiang Wang said.
The "discussion" between Du Yehu and Zhao Rucheng somehow turned into a melee between four people. The fists and feet come out together, each stumbling. By the end of the fight, everyone was out of breath, laughing loudly, and crying together.
If someone passes by the Green Willow River tonight, there will probably be strange stories about water ghosts and the like.
The four brothers finally left Luliu River side by side, leaving this place that recorded youth and friendship.
No one said anything more.
But Zhao Rucheng finally turned around and muttered:
"When you get there, don't hurt your friends again. Damn you."
…
The moonlight flows in the sparkling green willow river and pours down from the broken roof of Huan Zhen Guan.
I don't know if it was because of the moonlight, but the faces of the two people speaking in this ruined view looked extremely pale.
One of them is an attractive woman. She is wearing a bright red dress. She has an excellent figure and a curvy figure. Especially the dazzling white greasy look on the slightly opened neckline makes people unable to take their eyes away.
Her face is also too pale, and it is reasonable to say that she would be a little weak and sickly, but she just gives people an amazingly gorgeous feeling. Probably because of her too bright red lips?
She just sat on the dusty incense table without any care, so beautiful yet so calm.
She gently wiped her red lips with her little finger and said, "All the beggars in this temple are dead. It's really distressing. What can we ask God for?"
The sound seemed to go around the cobweb in the corner of the eaves first before being sent to where it should be, which seemed a bit empty.
"One cultivator's soul is enough."
The speaker was standing at the door. Unlike the girl in red, he seemed unwilling to get even half of his feet into this dirty mess, and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms.
"Yeah, that's easy to say." said the girl in red dress, "we have to be sneaky to kill several mortals, but to kill a cultivator? Are you afraid that Zhuang Guo Taoist Academy won't come to you?"
"Everyone in this city will die sooner or later." The man said, frowning: "Do we have to choose a place like this to talk?"
The girl in red dress chuckled: "Zuo Guanglie, who was famous all over the world, died here. The people of Zhuang State have turned this place over ten times, and there is no place cleaner than this one nearby."
Speaking of Zuo Guanglie, she actually closed her eyes slightly, showing a drunken look, and even her pale face quickly blushed, "I seem to be able to smell his majestic breath~"
"Back to business." The man interrupted her reverie calmly, "Wei Quji is not someone to be trifled with. Now there is Dong A again. We must find Daozi as soon as possible. Those Qin and Chu barbarians are fighting here. The sacrifice that has disturbed Zhen Guan cannot be carried out. If you ask me, instead of secretly grabbing some mortals one after another, it would be simpler and simpler to directly sacrifice a cultivator."
"There is not only one way to seek death. Why should you stick to this? Wouldn't it be better to draw a sword and cut your throat? Or draw a thunder to bite you?"
Perhaps because of the unpleasantness of being interrupted from her reverie, the girl in red clothes opened her beautiful eyes and suppressed her smile, "Before Daozi appears in this world, you'd better know what it means to be low-key!"
The man seemed a little annoyed, covering his nose and said: "Miaoyu! It seems that the attack on Fenglin Taoist Temple was not your intention! Now it is causing trouble all over the city. If one mistake is made, our great mission will be in vain!"
"What do you know? This world is too big and there are too many surprises! Who would have thought that Zuo Guanglie would die like this? It just happened to ruin our sacrifice plan. At the bottom of the Forgotten River, the bones have been lying dormant for too long! We can't! Another surprise! Dong A is very important in Maplewood City now. We must clarify his strength and bottom line! Certain sacrifices are inevitable. Besides..."
The girl in red clothes named Miaoyu licked her lips: "Did you know that the beggar in this poor temple is not dead? I smelled a familiar smell in Maplewood City Taoist Temple..."
This dirty environment made the man increasingly impatient: "Is the life and death of a mere beggar worthy of my concern?"
This time, Miaoyu only stretched out carelessly, showing off her beautiful figure, "Idiot."
The man narrowed his eyes to cover up the flash of desire in his eyes, "Don't think that you, a Taoist woman in name only, are so presumptuous. There have been many saints in the sect for thousands of years. When the Taoist appears, he will If I don’t want you, I have to wait and see whether I recognize you or not.”
"Red face and white bones, empty and illusory. Can't you see through it?"
"Hehehehe." The man turned around and walked out of the viewing room, "I can't see through it, so what does it matter? That's it."
After a long time, in this quiet and dilapidated old view, a seductive murmur gently sounded, spreading like the moonlight.
"How could he not love me? How could he not want me? I have been waiting for so many years..."
