Two flowers bloom, one on each side. When Xu Zhuchen was traveling westward alone, Han Ling and Zheng Yu were sitting in the Yanshan Inn, looking at each other. Although they were silent, the tacit understanding of pen pals for five years had already made them know that this was the safest and most comfortable state for each other.
After Xu Zhuchen left, Han Ling took off his mask early and removed the support in the wheelchair. After regaining his height, he still looked thin and thin, but he had a tall frame. Standing next to Zheng Yu, he looked imposing.
After a while, he walked up to Zheng Yu, quietly stretched out his hand, and waved it in front of her eyes.
"Han Ling," Zheng Yu's eyes were filled with fire, magnificent and dazzling, like a tempered sword embryo, "Although I can't see it, I can still hear it."
Han Ling retracted his hand and pretended to be angry: "You can always look at me when I speak, and you are extremely accurate. Aren't I afraid that you are scheming and deliberately showing weakness to deceive me?"
With his cautious and calculating character, he had the nerve to accuse Zheng Yu of being scheming.
Zheng Yu didn't feel annoyed. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled softly: "If I want to lie to you, why would I resort to scheming? I would have dug through the floor of the room and made you fall flat on your face."
They smiled at each other, and they seemed to have returned to the age five years ago, when they were young and heroic, and became friends because of books.
Han Ling sat back in the wheelchair, and Zheng Yu's eyes turned to his face. He took out the book from his chest and flipped through a few pages - the entire book was densely filled with conversations between him and Zheng Yu.
From choking each other when they were young, to understanding each other as adults, and then to supporting each other in recent years. They had been friends like this for five years.
Han Ling placed the book on the table and sighed softly.
"Actually, I'm quite...unexpected to see you."
Zheng Yu smiled and said, "What? Did you not expect that I am a crippled blind man, or did you not expect that I am the owner of the Yanshan Inn who is dressed to perfection?"
Han Ling smiled and shook his head.
"I didn't expect that you didn't look down on me."
He held the armrest of the wheelchair and said softly: "A man who vowed to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, but has achieved nothing."
"On the way to my escape, I kept my name incognito and kept myself low. Whether it was the senior sister who was kind to me in my sect, my classmates who were worried about me and fearing that I would die in the ring, or Zhu Chen——" He sighed again He said, "Without exception, while showing kindness, they look down on me from the bottom of their hearts."
"Ask yourself, I am indeed not a person that others can look up to.
"What are the rumors in the world? Yes, I endured the humiliation in my enemy's house for seven years and never thought of avenging my family; I used all the despicable methods in the martial arts competition and beat the man half to death;
"Not only that, as a warrior, I don't even have internal power. Even the internal power I have around me comes from my best brother, Shi Song..."
Zheng Yu's expression did not change and he said gently: "Han Ling, you have gone to an extreme. As far as I know, at least Miss Xu Zhuchen has no intention of despising you."
Han Ling snorted lightly and was noncommittal.
Zheng Yu added: "What's more, your amazing skills were taught by me, how can I look down on you?"
Han Ling turned to look at her, with a smile on his lips.
"Yes, I am an eternal sinner and a disgrace to the martial arts world."
Zheng Yu also laughed.
"Then I am an accomplice to the crime, your accomplice."
The oil lamp on the table burned out, the flame twitched a few times and stopped burning.
"It's late at night." Zheng Yu stepped forward, took the oil lamp, and said softly to Han Ling, "Go to bed first."
She led Han Ling to the guest room. The wheel hub of the wheelchair slowly pressed against the wooden floor, making a soft and resilient "creak" sound, as if to declare her familiarity with the territory. Han Ling followed closely behind her. In the darkness rushing towards them, Zheng Yu was the only light guiding him forward.
"arrive."
Han Ling stepped forward and opened the door, and was immediately shocked by the sight in front of him.
At that time, the rain had stopped, the clouds had cleared and the fog had dispersed, and a bright moon hung brightly in the sky. The moonlight shines in through the simple carved windows, casting the entire room with a hazy silver layer, making it look like a fairyland.
Opening the window, the vast Zhishui in front of you is vast. The moonlight shines on the rushing Zhishui, and is stirred into pieces, making the waves sparkling.
Han Ling turned to look at Zheng Yu. Her body was hidden in the darkness, but her face was gently reflected by the moonlight, as if the moon was paying tribute to the beauty.
Han Ling tried hard to contain his feelings, thanked Zheng Yu and closed the door.
Under the moonlight, he took off his boots and sat on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep.
Five years ago, he would never have imagined that he would be able to escape from Mu Mansion and see the person on the other side of the page.
At that time, Han Ling was seventeen years old, the most youthful and frivolous time. In order to humiliate him, Mu Yuntong always resorted to all kinds of despicable means.
One hot noon, Mu Yuntong's servant suddenly called him to the woodshed and asked him to take dozens of bags of books piled in the woodshed to the backyard and burn them.
Han Ling looked at the sacks piled up in the woodshed, and at the boy's triumphant face, and put a bag of books on his shoulders with a sullen expression.
The sack was heavy, and the books inside made Han Ling's shoulders and back hurt. But he didn't say a word, he just put the bags of books on his shoulders and walked to the backyard with heavy steps.
The boy was originally planning to make fun of him, but he was a little disappointed when he saw that Han Ling not only did not complain, but diligently moved the books away. He followed Han Ling, trying his best to say some unpleasant words and make some obstacles for him. Han Ling pretended not to hear anything. Even when the boy tripped him down on purpose, he just got up, patted the dust on his face and body, and continued walking forward as if it was nothing.
The boy completely lost interest and said, "Move well, be careful of the master beating you" and left the dirty woodshed.
Han Lingquan pretended that he didn't exist and walked back to the woodshed.
It hurt, every muscle in the body was shaking with pain, the legs were trembling from the pressure, and the thin arms were already red from being strangled.
Hatred, every surviving thought in his body was hatred for Mu Yuntong, the boy, and everyone.
Han Ling carried bag after bag, as if he couldn't feel tired. The servants have long been dissatisfied with his "pretending to be noble", so naturally they will not leave him dinner. Han Ling felt as if he was melting, sweat dripping into the ground, and the sack on his body was almost crushing him.
He walked into the woodshed again, but his trembling arms could no longer carry the sacks. He tried several times, but somehow he untied the sack and dozens of books fell to the ground with a loud bang. Those soft and white pages are like his gone life.
People passing by the woodshed heard a loud noise and rushed over to ask, "What's going on!" Han Ling's legs trembled, his eyesight turned black, and he could hardly see clearly. There was a ringing in his ears, and he knew that he was about to lose consciousness, and he also knew that he was going to be whipped again.
Somehow, he used his last strength to pick up a book and stuffed it into his arms.
It was already midnight when Han Ling woke up. He tried to stand up, but his arms and legs were as weak as if they had no bones. Perhaps because he would not scream when he fainted, Mu Yuntong did not whip him, but asked someone to take him back to the room.
It's said to be a room, but it's actually just a big shop. Han Ling carefully took out the book from his chest, causing two or three people around him to smack their lips in dissatisfaction.
At that time, he was holding the book and didn't know that his destiny had changed.
There was no light in the room, so Han Ling went to the window and opened the pages of the book in the moonlight.
It was a very new book, and the date of completion was written on the back cover, which was at the end of last month. I was able to write such a thick book, but it was only published last month, and it will be destroyed in a sea of fire this month. Would the person who wrote this book have thought of it?
He turned over a page and saw a very handsome name inscribed on the title page: Lan Zhiqing.
Han Ling had been trapped in Mu Mansion for two years and had lost touch with the outside world. Seeing this name that he had never heard before filled him with an indescribable joy.
He opened the text and found that it was a book about time, flowers and grass.
The fire that had just been ignited in Han Ling's heart was instantly extinguished by the heavy rain. He felt unspeakably uncomfortable, his fingers that turned the pages of the book began to tremble, and the pain in his body kept whipping him.
After turning a few pages, Han Ling's eyes blurred, and tears fell uncontrollably on the pages.
He worked as a handyman in Mu Mansion for two years, which was by no means a long time, but for seven hundred and thirty-one days and nights, he thought about escaping from here all the time.
He was once the most famous young genius in Meichuan, the successor whom his parents devoted all their efforts to cultivate, and the most trusted and respected brother of his younger siblings.
He was once the most outstanding heir to the Collapsing Cloud Palm, a young knight who rode his horse to fight against injustice with Zhu Chen and Lao Shi, and a child who rode his horse and whipped his whip as he pleased.
Now that I am living in dust and mud, I wish I could not live without these beautiful memories.
Why hasn't he fantasized about "adventures"? Possessing a book can restore his broken meridians to their original state; or it can give him the ability to go to heaven and earth, allowing him to leave this desperate and bullied place.
Han Ling thought in despair, I am afraid I will spend my whole life here.
He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wanted to wipe away the tears on the page, but when he looked at the page, he found that the tears on it were gone.
The summer night is indeed sultry, but it won't make the tears evaporate so quickly. Han Ling was hopeful, folded the page in half, and pressed out a mark.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for the pages to be stretched flat, and it was as if the traces of what had just happened had never existed.
Han Ling heard his heart beat like a drum. Regardless of the pain in his body, he climbed to the stove and picked up a small piece of charcoal.
"Who are you?"
The dark toner rolled down on the page. Han Ling stared at the three words, nervously waiting for a response.
But the person on the other side didn't know whether he paid no attention or went to bed. There was no movement for a long time.
Han Ling was afraid that the other person would think that his tone was a question, so he quickly added a few words: "I am Meichuan Han Ling, the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance. May I ask your surname?"
Han Ling stared at those words, afraid that he was not humble enough. He kept staring until he almost fell asleep, but there was no response from the other party.
Unwilling to give up, he flipped through the pages several times, but couldn't find any other words.
Han Ling held the book in his hand and thought in a daze, God, why have you taken back all the gifts you gave me?
Han Ling stuffed the book into his arms and stumbled back to his bed. Needless to say, he woke up many people along the way, and he ignored all the dirty words.
He lay back on the bed and listened to the people around him cursing and searching for the chamber pot. Urine fell into the chamber pot and the whole room smelled of filth. He didn't even realize it, he just hugged the book and stared at the rafters.
After staring for a long time, my eyes became sore and I couldn't help but hold the book tighter.
Han Ling didn't sleep all night, and no one on the other side of the book responded to him all night.
The next day, he got up with heavy dark circles under his eyes and was about to go to work, but he was stopped by the boy who was delivering the order. He told him: "The master has given me an order. You were exhausted yesterday. You can rest today." He said After saying this, he didn't say anything unpleasant to bother Han Ling and left in a hurry.
After all, Mu Yuntong was also Han Ling's father's first disciple, his most gentle and reliable elder brother, and the family member he grew up with. Mu Yuntong's poor treatment over the years might just be the pretense of his subordinates.
But Mu Yuntong had an old relationship with him, but the young man didn't. Today, the boy's reaction was very unusual.
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster, and he needs to find out. Seeing that everyone in the backyard and front yard saw the servant coming to deliver a message to him, Han Ling went back to the general store, changed into a pair of shoes, and walked into the mansion with great swagger.
Mu Yuntong was not in the master bedroom, so Han Ling went to the living room to look for him. He walked lightly and walked all the way to the living room, where he vaguely heard some voices.
Han Ling lowered his body and squatted in a clump of arrowroot outside the window.
He heard a male voice, very old, with a slight smile: "This kind of business is a win-win situation."
Mu Yuntong also chuckled and responded vaguely.
A very penetrating female voice said: "Then, I would like to congratulate you in advance. I will come to visit you when the business is completed."
Mu Yuntong stood up quickly and said: "I don't dare to take it. I really don't dare to take it. The villain's current status depends entirely on your mercy."
Han Ling frowned when he heard this. He was about to stand up and angrily scold Mu Yuntong for his servility when he heard the man say: "Then, in order to live up to our expectations... about the martial arts competition, we have to pay tribute to the leader."
Han Ling was struck by lightning, numb all over, and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Mu Yuntong was seeing off guests and didn't hear any strange noises here. Han Ling sat awkwardly among the flowers and grass, puzzled.
Mu alliance leader?
Although there is no news in the house, the change of position of the leader of the martial arts alliance should cause an uproar in the world. Take his father Han Boli as an example. When Han Boli was elected as the leader of the martial arts alliance, the children on Meichuan Street sang nursery rhymes:
Leader Han, it’s amazing
Collapsing Cloud Palm, turning the world upside down
If your family has difficulties
He is the first to fight against injustice
Mu Yuntong succeeded as the leader of the martial arts alliance, but there was no news even from Mu's house. Han Ling couldn't figure out why, but he understood one thing: Mu Yuntong's succession was predicated on killing his father.
Mu Yuntong treated him uncharacteristically today, and Han Ling sneered. This was because the martial arts conference was about to be held, and he, Mu Yuntong, did not want his distinguished guest to change his mind because of his mistreatment of Han Ling.
If you want to hold a martial arts conference to make your name famous, then I will make your plans fail. Han Ling stood up holding on to the wall and prepared to intercept the guests at the front door.
Suddenly, he felt a heat in his chest.
Before Han Ling woke up this morning, he hid the book in his chest for fear of being discovered by his roommates. He was so angry just now that he almost forgot about it.
Han Ling was a little irritable. He took out the book and as soon as he opened it, he was stunned.
Just under the traces of charcoal he left last night, there was a line of beautiful red characters:
"Han Ling, don't be impulsive. Go back to your room as soon as possible. Take care of yourself."
