The flesh and blood of Zheng Kuisan and He Tietou were unattractive. It was too troublesome to dig a hole to bury their bodies. Guo Chuanlin simply tied their bodies with rocks and threw them far into the middle of the river to feed the fish, destroying the corpses and destroying all traces. A few hours later, it was daybreak, and morning mist shrouded both sides of the river. Looking out from the cabin, the center of the river was hazy. No corpses could be seen, and there were no dirty blood stains. It was clean and all gone.
Li Qixian lay quietly on the bedclothes, breathing heavily. This was the first time since her escape that she slept so deeply, so sweetly, and so peacefully. With her junior brother watching over her, she was not afraid even if the sky fell.
Guo Chuanlin looked at her defenseless sleeping face and thought in his mind, what if the leaders of the Quicksand Gang were so angry that they followed the whereabouts of Zheng and He? The peak masters and elders of the five peaks and branches of the Huashan Sect are fiercely loyal, so what if they are blocked along the way? After pondering over and over again, he suddenly laughed. Soldiers were coming to stop him, water was coming to cover him up, and these troubles didn't matter. If the master and senior brother were really dead, then let him take care of the little senior sister.
As the sun rises in the east, the merchant ship pulls up its anchor and sails down the river. Guo Chuanlin went to the bow of the boat to get a basin of water, washed his face comfortably, squinted his eyes and looked at the woods where the murder was committed last night, a chill appeared between his brows, the boss of the boat had no idea that there was an extra woman in the cabin, stupid Han said hello and shouted at his boatmen to work harder and take advantage of the good wind to travel a few more miles.
The wind turbine surged, the merchant ship swayed left and right, and creaked. Li Qixian was awakened by the shouts. She stretched lazily, thinking that she was at Luoyan Peak, starting a new day. But these were all her illusions. Li Qixian opened her eyes and looked around. Everything that happened in the past was vivid in her mind. She stayed for a moment, as if she had realized something, her face changed drastically, and she felt sad.
Guo Chuanlin brought a basin of water into the cabin, soaked the towel, wrung it out and handed it to her hand. He said in his usual tone: "We are on the boat. Let's wipe our faces to refresh ourselves. The water is a bit cold."
"Thank you... thank you..." Li Qixian covered her face with a towel, choked and unable to speak. Her nose was sore and tears burst into her eyes.
Guo Chuanlin sat next to her, put his arm around her shoulders, patted her twice, and comforted her: "It's okay. It's all over. If you have any grievances, tell me and I will make the decision for you!"
"My dad...he...he..." She sobbed for a long time and told intermittently how her father and senior brother were killed.
Ding Qian suffered a tragic accident and died tragically on the mountain behind Luoyan Peak. The leaders of the two Songshan sects in Huashan believed that it was Han Bing who had done it, and led their followers to track her down, but in vain. Li Yizhu took his apprentice and daughter back to Shibaliping of Luoyan Peak, but their lives could never go back to the past. Hong Kun consciously took over the pole and barrel left by Guo Chuanlin. He got up at dawn every day and went to the Hanli Spring on the top of the mountain to fetch water. Li Qixian began to practice sword hard, as if he was a different person.
Li Yizhu didn't show too many emotions on his face. He often left Luoyan Peak and didn't come back for three to five days. When he was with his apprentice's daughter, he didn't talk much. He only taught them swordsmanship, and his requirements were almost harsh. Li Qixian realized that his father had something on his mind, and it seemed that his concern was not directly related to the kidnapping of his junior brother. She asked her over and over again in private, but Li Yizhu didn't say anything. When he asked urgent questions, he scolded her with a straight face.
The dull and dreary days lasted for several months.
On this day, Li Yizhu suddenly called his apprentice and daughter to his side, took care of them solemnly, packed his bags, and stayed at the inn in Huating Town at the foot of the mountain for a while, waiting for news about him. Although Hong Kun was puzzled, he always listened to his master's words and agreed obediently. However, Li Qixian felt that something was wrong and wanted to find out.
"I'm not joking with you. This matter is very important. You must do as I say. Go to Longxing Inn in Huating Town and stay in two rooms. Don't hang out. Wait patiently. It can take as little as three days and as many as five days. , if I can't come, Uncle Zhou from Hechuan Valley will come to you. You must listen to his arrangements. You must listen to every word clearly and follow it to the letter! Do you understand me?"
By the end of his words, Li Yizhu's voice was fierce and his face was extremely solemn. Even Li Qixian stuck out his tongue and did not dare to say a word.
These were his last words.
At noon that day, Hong Kun and Li Qixian packed their bags and left Luoyan Peak. They failed to say goodbye to Li Yizhu. He had left Shibaliping a few hours ago and was missing.
Everything went as arranged by Li Yizhu. The two of them waited hard at Longxing Inn. As time went by, they became more and more anxious, like ants on a hot pot, anxious. Waiting until the early morning of the fourth day, the Sixth Master Zhou Ke suddenly appeared in front of them, his face was ashen, his spirit was listless, and he looked like he was about to collapse. He brought bad news. Li Yizhu visited Lingyin Cave at night to assassinate the leader and was shot dead on the spot. Li Shi summoned Luoyan, Songhui, and Xiaozi disciples to gather at the Shibaliping New Year Hall and publicly announced that Li Yizhu was from the Qingcheng sect. The spy has been hiding for more than 20 years and has been plotting to seize the position of leader of the Huashan Sect with deep intentions. Just when he was about to succeed, Li Shi's second disciple, Jiang Shangliu, caught him.
Jiang Shangliu was ordered by his master to trace the whereabouts of the remnants of the Qingcheng Sect, and accidentally discovered that Li Yizhu's wife, Li Qixian's biological mother, turned out to be a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect. She died due to dystocia, and Li Yizhu named his daughter "Qixian", which has a profound meaning. On the seven strings of Lingling, listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines. Li Yizhu never forgot his mission.
Li Qixian never dreamed that his name would be deeply imprinted with the Qingcheng Sect! She wanted to cry, but not a single tear came out. She wanted to wail, but no sound came out. Sadness seized her heart, and what sat in the inn was just an empty body.
"Let's go quickly. It's too late. The Second Senior Brother and the Fifth Senior Brother have already come to arrest you. Master was furious and said personally that if you cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again with the spring breeze. This time, he will not be merciful. !”
"Uncle Zhou, will you let us go?" Although Hong Kun was shocked, he still retained a trace of sobriety.
Zhou Ke let out a long sigh and said sincerely: "Senior brother has been as kind to me as a mountain. No matter what happens, I will leave a little incense for him. You go all the way to the west, find a way to sneak into Jiaguan, find Guo Chuanlin, and be sure to meet Guo Chuanlin. He will join."
"Guliangcheng? Guo Chuanlin?" Hong Kun's mind couldn't turn around.
Zhou Ke nodded without further explanation. He took a deep look at Li Qixian, patted her on the shoulder and said: "Cheer up, your father died unjustly. If you want to avenge him, do as I say. Grit your teeth and live well!"
Hong Kun immediately thanked his uncle, dragged Li Qixian and left. Zhou Ke was worried and secretly escorted them out of Huashan before returning to Hechuan Valley alone.
The experience that followed was a nightmare from which they would never wake up. The two of them were like wild dogs in desolation, running for their lives day and night, gnawing hard steamed buns and drinking bitter raw water. The Huashan sect's men and horses were chasing after them, and they passed each other several times. , just reach out and pull them out from their hiding place.
After entering the Liusha Gang's territory, the pursuers gradually failed to catch up. Hong Kun and Li Qixian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that after escaping here, there was finally a glimmer of hope.
