Wudang――

Those who practice martial arts often need to retreat, or go out to travel, and it is normal to not see anyone for ten days and a half.

Zhang Wuji's martial arts are profound, comparable to Zhang Sanfeng, the head of Wudang, and can no longer be speculated by common sense. Zhang Sanfeng's retreat was as short as a few days, as long as a month, and now he is directly closed to death. With the precedent of Master Tai in front, no one was surprised that the disciples on Wudang had not seen Senior Brother Zhang for a few days, at most they thought that he had gone to the back mountain to practice martial arts and retreat.

And Qiao Heng, since Ren Mingshan invited him to fight without authorization, Wudang was rectified by several uncles and uncles and Senior Brother Zhang, and no one dared to deliberately provoke him. Senior Brother Song stayed in his room all day long, and never took the initiative to talk to someone, even if someone happened to come to him but didn't see him, he would only think that he was just going out.

So, it wasn't until the afternoon of this day that Yu Lianzhou happened to find Zhang Wuji and Qiao Heng for something, and found that the two had disappeared together.

Song Yuanqiao stood in Qiao Heng's room, and on the table in front of him was a letter that had been opened. He had been standing here for a long time, looking through the half-open window at the pine trees in the courtyard. The moon hung high, and the courtyard was like stagnant water and empty, making the whole courtyard a little more cold.

Qingshu asked Zhang Wuji to take him to Chen Youliang.

Song Yuanqiao thought a little dazedly, the second brother had said that it would be good to leave these things to them as elders, why didn't Qingshu want to wait a little longer, he must have to solve this matter in person?

Qingshu thought that he would not believe him, and would definitely hand him over directly when others came to Wudang to ask for an explanation, so as to protect Wudang's reputation.

This kind of distrust from parents and children made Song Yuanqiao feel like someone holding a dagger and scratching a scar in his heart without hesitation.

After returning to Wudang, he never took the initiative to see Qingshu. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he doesn't dare, Qingshu is now in a situation where his skills are completely wasted, and he doesn't have his own reasons, he is afraid that Qingshu will resent him.

Every time he saw Qingshu, he admonished himself to be kinder, just like he did with other people, but he failed every time. He can clean up the door without hesitation when dealing with other disciples who commit such crimes and kill the elders of the master's sect, but in the face of his own parents and children, he deeply understands what it is to struggle and cannot bear it, and he can't be ruthless, so he has to be more strict with Qingshu.

Their father and son haven't been friends for a long time, obviously they are close father and son, but they get along like host and guest. Once Qingshu was willing to talk to him no matter what, and at that time he reprimanded him for being buoyant and unstable, but today, Qingshu no longer refuses to confide even a word of his heart to himself.

He can only rely on his every move and attitude to guess what he is thinking in his heart.

Song Yuanqiao sometimes asked from other Wudang disciples what Qingshu was doing recently, and what he got was always a few words without exception.

"Returning to the senior uncle, the senior brother has never walked out of the courtyard, and the disciple has not seen him in the past few days. ”

"Senior Brother Song seems to be practicing calligraphy in the room recently. ”

"Senior Brother Song has been copying books recently, and it is unknown what kind of disciple he writes. ”

Who would have thought that such a person who is accompanied by books all day long is actually the jade-faced Meng Wei, who was famous in the rivers and lakes back then?

Before Qingshu returned to Wudang, he had the habit of copying books. When he was in Liujia Village, Song Yuanqiao turned over a few books he had transcribed. However, at that time, his attention was more focused on the handwriting of those different masters, because he couldn't practice martial arts, he had to turn to practice, just thinking about the bitterness and helplessness hidden behind it, he couldn't read it anymore, and finally had to turn it over and put it down.

This time, Song Yuanqiao forcibly suppressed the affection, sighed, and picked up a book with a name he had never heard of.

What books has Qingshu been reading and what has he written? How sad it is that he, a father, wants to understand his son, and can only use guò to knock on the side.

When Qiao Heng had nothing to do, he silently wrote a lot of books that he remembered. What Song Yuanqiao picked up was the "Fireside Night Talk" written by Wang Yongbin in the Qing Dynasty, which has not yet appeared.

Even though Song Yuanqiao had made a lot of psychological preparations before this, his feelings still had unquenchable waves as he read.

“...... Fathers and brothers have good deeds, and children learn from them.

Fathers and brothers have evil deeds, and children learn from them.

It can be known that fathers and brothers teach their children, and they will be righteous and take the lead, and there is no mediocre words. ”

The words on it seemed to turn into a sharp blade in an instant, Song Yuanqiao could barely breathe, and he ...... Sure enough, he blamed himself. If you complain well, you should indeed complain.

He said, "If the son does not teach, the father is guilty." You are a rebel, and I am not a foolish father. ”

Song Yuanqiao came to the Zhenwu Hall again, and like every day and night before, he bowed deeply to the statue.

There is a bright moon and clear breeze on the Wudang side, while the rain is still continuous on the Jiangzhou side.

The sound of "Song Qingshu" revealed the identity of the person who came.

When the visitor heard Chen Youliang call out his name, he did not rush to deny his name, but walked straight into the room.

Chen Youliang's sharp gaze fell on Qiao Heng, he clapped his hands, and said, "What a rare guest, Song Shaoxia is here, I don't know what advice you have?"

Qiao Heng did not answer his words.

Chen Youliang doesn't need his answer, he is not a good guest uninvited, he still understands this truth. Even so, he still pondered the other party's intention in his heart. Song Qingshu has an arrogant temperament, but he has lost his courage, and he never understands the truth of "constantly being chaotic when he is decided", and he dared to frame him openly before, which is to determine that he does not dare to find himself at all.

The people of Wudang hated him for killing Mo Shenggu, and Song Qingshu couldn't even find anyone who could support him.

"Don't come unharmed, Chen Youliang. Speaking of this, Qiao Heng paused for a moment, and then said, "Wrong, it's time to change your name to King Han." ”

Qiao Heng leaned his umbrella against the door.

Chen Youliang said with a smile: "Song Shaoxia is really courageous, he dared to appear in Jiangzhou City before the charges on his body were cleared, could it be that when he saw that Leader Xu was dead, he deceived me that there was no one in the Red Turban Army?"

Although Song Qingshu's martial arts are good, he can't reach the "invincible" Cheng Dù, not to mention those patrolling soldiers, in order to guard against the assassination of King Ruyang recently, he has laid more than one hand just a martial arts master in the open and in the dark. Song Qingshu walked all the way just now, and no one stopped him, which was abnormal.

The young man dressed in crane on the other side did not show a shy and indignant expression as he imagined, but just looked at him with a quiet look, which made Chen Youliang a little uncomfortable.

Qiao Heng said: "You and I know what the facts are. ”

Without waiting for Chen Youliang to say anything, Qiao Heng said again: "You only think that you are a smart person on the top of the head of heaven and earth, but you don't know that you are nothing more than that." As soon as you fell under Xu Shouhui's command, King Yin Ye concluded that 'Brother Xu was bewitched by this person, and there will be trouble'. That Xu Shouhui is ignorant and ignorant and doesn't listen to dissuasion and asks for his own death, do you really think that no one knows what you are doing?"

It was the first time that Song Qingshu had lost face like this, Chen Youliang's face was a little unsightly, and he said: "What did King Yin Ye say, how did you know that? If you want to use this to shake me, then it's better to avoid it!"

There was a sound of fighting in the distance. Chen You forgave and said, he has a helper! Song Qingshu is now infamous, where is the helper?!

Zhang Wuji clenched his hand into a fist and punched the person who was confronting him, and the man received this punch, fell on the trunk of the tree with a bang and fainted. Zhang Wuji suddenly jumped high, dodged one leg that suddenly swept towards him, and reached out to slash at the back of the neck of the other person, who also fell.

A middle-aged man dressed as a soldier suddenly jumped down from a tree, and stabbed straight at Zhang Wuji's Baihui acupoint with a sword, making a sharp and ruthless move, and at a glance, he knew that this person was not an ordinary soldier, and he didn't know where Chen Youliang recruited this person. Zhang Wuji didn't look back. The closer the blade of the sword came to Zhang Wuji's body, the more he felt that the sword body was in a deep quagmire, and he was in a dilemma. The man frowned and stabbed several times, but none of them hit, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, a buzz in his mind, and the universe shifted?!

He looked at Zhang Wuji and said in horror: "You are ...... Zhang Wuji!"

With Chen Youliang's ear power, he would never miss this shout, and he couldn't hide his consternation.

Another person who had just heard the sound of a fight and rushed over to support, saw Zhang Wuji's face, and let out an exclamation, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground, "Sect Master?!" Immediately his legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground regardless of the rain on the ground, this person actually happened to be a member of the Ming Sect.

Zhang Wuji said helplessly: "It's me." ”

"Song Shaoxia has such a great ability, he can actually let the dignified Ming Sect leader be your lackey!"

Chen Youliang's face was calm, and he seemed to be completely unafraid of what they were visiting late at night, and it was just for Xu Shouhui's death, but what if they knew that they had done it themselves? In a word, they couldn't kill themselves at all now! He held the anti-Yuan righteous army, and he was the great righteousness!

Qiao Heng looked at him unmoved.

Chen Youliang: "I know you want me to give you an explanation." ”

He snorted, "What's there to say about that." You disciples of famous schools have been without food and clothing since you were a child, and you were born with the secrets of famous teachers, and we are just small people, and we can't afford to climb high, and we don't want to climb. However, now that you have finally created a foundation, you famous factions have come to get involved, so don't blame the little people for turning their faces. Song Shaoxia knows a lot, and he has caught up with such a background, who else can you go to if you don't use you as a raft? Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for being born in Wudang!"

Qiao Heng didn't think it was angry, and even got very interested, who did he want to argue, he counted carefully: "King Han's ability to reverse black and white is really extraordinary. But your scolding is even scolding yourself, King Han was born in Shaolin, and then switched to the beggar gang, Shaolin, the beggar gang which is not considered a famous and decent family. In the end, he devoted himself to Mingjiao and came under the command of Mingjiao Xu Shouhui, is Mingjiao another big faction?"

Chen Youliang: "So what? Although you mock me in your hearts and are ruthless, I am for the sake of all the people, and in the future, I will have a lot of people who respect me and look up to me!"

"You're wrong again. Qiao Heng, "Let me ask you, when Han Shantong rose up against the Yuan Dynasty and arrested his son Han Lin'er, was it you or me who wanted to blackmail him? The leader of the Beggar Gang Shi was bold, honest and honest, and saved countless people, and killed the Shi Gang Leader and arranged a puppet to impersonate him, so that the person who held the power of the Beggar Gang was you or me? If it wasn't for the escape for your life, would you have joined the Red Turban Army? The person who laid a solid foundation for the Red Turban Army was Xu Shouhui or you? In the end, it was you or me who killed him and replaced him and stole his results?

"You are not planning for the people, you are only doing this for your own selfishness! You are by no means a person worthy of admiration, you are just a scourge to the people. ”

Chen Youliang's face was pale, and anyone who was lifted like this would not have a good face. How could he not know that this Song Qingshu was so eloquent, which made him want to tear his mouth directly. But thinking that Zhang Wuji was outside, if he really did something, although he would not kill himself for the sake of the righteous army, but the death penalty could be avoided and the living crime could not be escaped, not to mention anything else, just abolishing his own martial arts, it was enough for himself.

Chen Youliang sneered.

"Don't you hear the phrase 'good people don't live long, and disasters will last for a thousand years'?" he continued, "Song Shaoxia didn't come late at night just to scold me, right? But if you are here to kill me, I advise Song Shaoxia to go back as soon as possible!"

Outside, there was still lightning and thunder, the wind was howling, and Qiao Heng came all the way in the wind and rain. He finally got off Wudang, how could Chen Youliang let him go, not only did he not leave, but he walked in front of Chen Youliang, maybe he simply regarded Chen Youliang's words as a breeze and ignored it completely.

He still had a cold smell of rain on his body, and he looked unarmed, but he knew that he still had a blood-stained soft sword wrapped around his waist.

But he hasn't pulled it out until now.

Because his hands were a little numb, and his body was too cold, as stiff as old rotten wood.

There was a brazier burning in the house, Qiao Heng felt the warmth, and the chill on his body melted little by little like ice in spring.

Chen Youliang: "I open the skylight and speak brightly! You couldn't kill me in the past, you can't kill me now, and you won't be able to kill me in the future! I hold the military power in my hands, and there are countless rebels under my command, and millions of Li people are counting on me to kill Tartars for them and help them live their lives. The king of Ruyang is eyeing outside Jiangzhou, Zhu Yuanzhang is beyond the reach of the whip, and I hold the power of the righteous army in the Jiangzhou territory, if I fall, I dare not say that most of the Yuan Dynasty will be implicated because of this, but at least the entire Jiangxi province will inevitably return to the rule of the Tartars, and millions of Li people will return to the dark days!"

"Song Qingshu, do you recognize what I said or not!"

Qiao Heng: "Although I don't want to say it, I have to admit it...... You're right. ”

Chen Youliang sat steadily, and he said, "If you have the guts, you can come and kill me! I will sit here and never make a move, but do you dare to kill?"

Qiao Heng looked at him, as if he wanted to see if he was telling the truth or the fake. His face was not insulted by contempt, and it was no different from the expression he had at the beginning.

Chen Youliang also looked back at him generously.

Qiao Heng's hand was on his waist. It looks like it can't bear the cold wind coming out of the house, and people can't help but close the crane they are wearing.

A thunder in the distance illuminated the whole world with dazzling brightness.

No, it wasn't just lightning, it was mixed with a lonely sword shadow like a water, and the dazzling light was the light reflected / out of the sword body, suddenly like lightning, and the silver light just lit up and quietly disappeared.

There was a soft bang, as if something had fallen.

After that, after a thunderclap that shook the beams of the house as if it were trembling, peace finally returned to heaven and earth.

Chen Youliang still had a mocking smile on his face, but the person had already fallen diagonally on the couch, and blood oozed out of his heart little by little. Maybe in the last moments of his life, he was wondering why Song Qingshu really dared to do it, or maybe he didn't realize his death at all.

Qiao Heng held a sword in his hand, and the body of the sword reflected the ridicule in Chen Youliang's eyes, and this ridicule turned out to be the best explanation for himself.

He looked at Chen Youliang who had fallen, and his face was blank.

He raised his other hand to block his eyes, knowing that there was only himself in the room, but he subconsciously didn't want others to know his true feelings.

Chen Youliang is actually right, he didn't dare, at least he didn't dare in the past.

His life seems to have been repeating the trajectory of struggling, resigning, compromising, struggling, resigning, and compromising again. Patience and suppression of his own nature have become his habit at some point.

He will never admit the guilt that he has to bear, but even if he hates the accusations and retributions of others, he will never have the courage to fight back, because he knows that the other party is truly innocent. Isn't it natural for these victims, and those involved in them, to come and take revenge because they have suffered so much from their original owners?

His identity determines that he has been on the unreasonable side from the beginning.

Chen Youliang is actually right, as soon as he falls, the entire Jiangxi province will fall into chaos. The Yuan army was encouraged and would inevitably take advantage of the victory to pursue, and several surrounding provinces would be implicated by it. War has always been forged by blood and corpses, Chen Youliang is the hope of millions of Li people, and now he is where the righteousness lies. He's just here to crusade/punish a villain who bullied him, but he still doesn't take advantage of it.

His brain was struggling. There is such a party that says, kill him if you want to, he will only take your forbearance as weakness, and you have the ability to kill him. And the other side said, If he dies at your hand, you may become a sinner for the ages, and then what difference will you have from the man whom you once despised and despised you?

But with the swing of the sword he had just swung, it was as if some shackles had been shattered in his heart.

Obviously, he is also innocent.

But who really thinks he's innocent too?

The real perpetrators are nowhere to be found, and the innocent victims torture each other, how funny!

Thinking about it, Qiao Heng couldn't help laughing, and he coughed before he gradually stopped.

Qiao Heng's hand covering his eyes trembled slightly, and then slowly clenched into a fist and put his hand down. He frowned slightly, reached out and wiped the corner of his lower lip, and unsurprisingly saw a trace of blood red on his fingers.

Forcibly destroying Dugu Jiujian is still a little too reluctant.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at Chen Youliang who was leaning on the couch, his expression uncertain.

Qiao Heng held the sword, and when the blood had just died, he cut another wound on Chen Youliang's neck, and the blood immediately gushed out along the wound, like a blooming flower. Qiao Heng looked intently for a while before looking away.

He picked up a / brush on the table and dipped it in his blood.

You want to be admired by all people, but he wants to make you ruined and discredited.

Is death the same as the end of all qiē?

No, at least for him, death was never the end of a qiē.

He has struggled for so long under the so-called "providence in the dark", and he has never escaped. Don't look at the countless experiences he accumulated in the process of constantly falling and getting up, and finally learned to turn the tables and find a seemingly bright way out of a thorn, but he knew that this was just like the occasional release in prison. Nothing that should be changed has been changed, what should have escaped is still fleeing, and a moment of relaxation will bring you back to your original form.

Is the one in this world destined for their own trajectories a long time ago?

If not, why is he always hopeless to roll over.

And if so......

That's a coincidence, anyway, Chen Youliang is destined to be defeated by Zhu Yuanzhang soon after, and then die of an arrow in his body, if Zhu Yuanzhang is really born emperor, what does Chen Youliang have to do with Zhu Yuanzhang if he dies early or later, anyway, he will definitely calm the world and return the Central Plains to a bright future. Maybe Chen Youliang died at this time and his appetite, he directly received Chen Youliang's subordinates, and took advantage of the situation to encircle and suppress the king of Ruyang, although Jiangxi Province was chaotic for a while, but for the whole history, maybe it will promote the stability of the world and promote the establishment of the Ming Dynasty in advance?

Besides, there is also Zhang Wuji, the pride of the world and the pride of heaven that integrates atmospheric luck, what else do you need to worry about.

If a qiē develops towards the worst possibility......

The pride of heaven and the emperor of the mandate of heaven are still there, how can there be such a possibility, there must not be such a possibility.

He stretched out his hand and pushed Chen Youliang, and Chen Youliang lay on the couch.

The candle shadow reflected Qiao Heng on the wall, and I saw that the gray shadow raised his wrist, holding the pen between his fingers, and the pen walked between his wrists. Line by line, he wrote directly on the clothes on Chen Youliang's back.

With a crackle, the brush that had just completed the task was thrown to the ground by Qiao Heng.

Qiao Heng looked out of the door, although he couldn't see the figure, he could still hear the constant sound of fighting. He walked out of the room, and when he reached the doorway, he bent down to pick up his oil-paper umbrella and stepped over the threshold.

He stopped under the eaves, and the sound of the wind, the rain, the croaking of frogs from nowhere, and the faint sound of thunder in the distance, seemed to break through some obstacle, and brushed his ears with unprecedented clarity.

He looked at the qiē around him, and the qiē in front of him was obviously seen when he came, and there was nothing new, but at this time he refused to let go of the slightest.

In the middle of the night, everything that was originally inadvertently seen seemed to fade its color under the washing of the rain, and became pure black and white, and those whites, as hazy as the fog, gradually melted into the darkness.

Little by little, he felt his eyes, and he could no longer see half of the bright colors, only pure darkness.

He couldn't see anything.

Again, he was alone in the dark.

He took a step, not into the rain, but down the corridor. His figure disappeared at the end of the corridor in a few moments, but the direction in which he was moving was not the direction from which the sound of the fight came.

How could he go to Zhang Wuji? It's better never to see each other again, they are not the same person in the first place.

......

Zhang Wuji stunned another person with one palm, he respected in his heart that these people were all anti-Yuan righteous soldiers, and his subordinates refused to use all their strength, and they were quite afraid. The person in the Ming Sect was in a dilemma, on one side was the former sect leader, and on the other side was his comrades, and it was not easy to interfere for a while, so he had to kneel on the side and not help each other.

Zhang Wuji didn't want to hurt people, and shouted: "I respect you all for being heroes, why do you have to work for Chen Youliang, this treacherous villain? If I can't hold my hand for a while, I hurt all the heroes, and I will inevitably hurt the harmony, let's stop together?"

When he said this, he was misunderstood as a threat: "Although Sect Leader Zhang is strong in martial arts, his two fists are invincible to his four hands, how can we be afraid of you? How can the King of Han be a traitorous person, could it be that Sect Leader Zhang mistakenly believed someone's rumors!"

This Chen Youliang's ability to bewitch people is really first-class. Since the other party is unwilling to stop, he can only accompany the other party to fight. He wanted to fight quickly, but he was stronger than people, and it seemed that he couldn't do it. Although he gave Senior Brother Song a signal flare and asked him to call himself when he was in trouble, Senior Brother Song was not around, and he was a little relieved in his heart after all.

Zhang Wuji's martial arts are profound, and when he moves his real character, the people who attack around him are naturally invincible. When he stopped, except for himself, there was no one standing in all directions, either fainting or struggling and moaning on the ground.

The kneeling Mingjiao man trembled and asked, "Teach ...... Sect Master, what's wrong? Don't let the flood wash away the Dragon King Temple, the family doesn't recognize the family. ”

Zhang Wuji said: "You get up first." You were all deceived by Chen Youliang, and Leader Xu was not killed by Senior Brother Song, he was killed by Chen Youliang. ”

"Ahh......h How could this be!"

Zhang Wuji shook his head and said, "It's too late to explain more, I still have something to do, so I'll take the first step." ”

He was drenched in the rain and was in a mess. He came to Chen Youliang's room and saw that the door was actually wide open in this stormy night, and there was no sound of speech inside, not even breathing.

Zhang Wuji's face changed. Immediately walked into the room, a faint smell of blood was caught by him, he followed the smell of blood, only to see a man lying on the couch.

He walked over, and lines of bloody words were written in blood on the man's back.

"It is disloyal to lead a teacher to learn art and change the sect at the same time; it is unrighteous to ruthlessly kill a benefactor without regard for kindness; if he breaks his oath and goes back on his word, he is untrustworthy; and the wolf's ambition to steal a high position deserves shamelessness! Such a disloyal, unrighteous, untrustworthy, and shameless person is inhuman! What is the use of keeping it!"

Zhang Wuji bent down and turned him over, looked at his face, and sure enough, it was Chen Youliang.

He habitually probed the other person's snort, and was sure that the other party was completely dead. Only then did he straighten up, he looked around, except for himself and Chen Youliang, who had died, there was no one else in the room.

What about Senior Brother?

Why didn't you see my brother?

At this time, the Mingjiao man who met outside stumbled up. He was just an inconspicuous pawn in the Mingjiao before, and he didn't know much about the grievances between the upper echelons of the Mingjiao and Chen Youliang, as soon as he walked into the room, he saw Chen Youliang lying on the couch covered in blood, and his legs were weak with fright.

"Master!"

Zhang Wuji looked at him with a bright anxiety on his face, "Did you see a young man about the same age as me when you came over, wearing a Taoist robe inside and a crane on the outside?"

The man thought hard for a moment, and said with a bitter face, "This ...... I really haven't seen it. ”

Zhang Wuji pressed one hand on the table next to him to support his body. He was puzzled and flustered, did his senior brother leave on his own, or was he held hostage by others? Or was it ...... Senior brother wants to take this opportunity to completely draw a line with Wudang?

He pulled himself together and looked around again.

There was a line of footprints with water stains on the ground, this must have been left by Senior Brother Song, right? He followed the footprints and walked out, struggling to identify the footprints on the ground of the corridor. Walking and walking, he had to stop, in front of him are a few forks paved with soft cobblestones, where there are eaves to block the rain, naturally you can still see some footprints of water, but when there is no eaves to cover, the rain in the sky falls, the soft cobblestone path is washed away, how can you identify any footprints?

He closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and finally couldn't resist a hard punch on a tree beside him.

Then he picked up the light work and disappeared.

......

At this time, Chen Youliang's mansion in Jiangzhou City was completely in chaos.

"Han Wang's sting!"

"Martial law! Martial law in the whole city! Search for suspicious people!"

"Don't be impatient, the former Ming Sect advocates Wuji, but it is also involved, and it is prudent to be cautious in this matter. ”

"This Zhang Wuji married the county lord of Tartar, and he didn't know what his surname was! Besides, didn't he say that he also had a fellow Taoist priest!

......

Qiao Heng held an umbrella and walked alone on the street. He felt that he probably had a fever at this time, and he almost saw a flaw in front of Chen Youliang. And now, he can't hold it anymore.

At this hour, the businesses on both sides of the street have been closed for a long time. Of course, it's not quite right to say that all the shops are closed.

The old craftsman sat on a stool, holding a planer in his hand, and planed the wood little by little.

How can anyone who lives in the world not die, the pawn will die, the general will die, the common people will die, the official will die, no matter what kind of martial arts master you are, you will still die if you are cut off by someone. When there is a war in the world, there will be more deaths.

The old craftsman's face was expressionless, and his long face was as stiff and rigid as the coffin board under his hand. The young apprentice yawned and stood by and gave him a hand.

"Do you still have business?" said a young man's voice.

"Pick up! If there is business, you will pick it up. The young apprentice hurriedly answered, and then turned to look at the door.

It was a ...... who wasn't much older than him Taoist. He seemed to be wearing a dark Taoist robe on the inside, and on the outside was an extremely elegant crane, since he was dressed like this, even if he was not a Taoist priest, he was still a believer.

"I wonder who this Taoist master is going to order a coffin for?" the apprentice asked.

"To myself. Qiao Heng sighed.

The sound of planing wood suddenly stopped, and the old craftsman stopped what he was doing, looked at him with his cloudy eyes, and then lowered his head and went on with his work.

The apprentice was stunned for a moment, and asked in a daze, "Why...... Why?" he had seen a widow who was dying and had no one to send him to his end, and came to make a coffin for himself, but why did this man make a coffin for himself when he was so young?

"Because I'm dying. He had a gentle voice, and he always spoke in a tone that could not be fast or slow, and he seemed to be extremely patient.

The apprentice asked, "Dare to ask where the chief's family lives, and when is it better to send this coffin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the young Dao Master was silent.

Qiao Heng suddenly felt that his throat was very dry, he took out a silver ingot and put it aside, "Just do it at this price, I'll take it myself when it's done, if I don't come......"

He drew the soft sword from his waist and hesitated as he was about to place it next to the silver ingot, though it was only an extreme moment, and finally he put the sword down. He said, "Just put it in a coffin and bury it in a north-facing place." ”

He only had a rare impression that his original home was in the north of Jiangzhou, far away from Jiangzhou......

......

Qiao Heng himself didn't know how he left the coffin shop.

He touched his forehead and lowered his hand again.

His forehead was hot, but his body was getting colder.

Every step he took was filled with stagnant water under his feet, but it was as if he was stepping on thin ice, consuming not his body but the energy and will of the whole person. When they are depleted, one's sanity will no longer be maintained.

Sickness and darkness are the two factors that are most likely to induce estrus breakdown.

Qiao Heng was blind and couldn't see the road in front of him. He tripped over a stone and hit him on one knee. The oil-paper umbrella in his hand fell to the ground, and the wind blew and rolled into the corner.

The strength that pretended to be in this life was washed away by the rain.

The rain soaked his clothes and even more so his face.

"Who's in front!" A group of soldiers in bright armor walked over from the other side of the street, and the leader shouted at Qiao Heng.

Qiao Heng didn't answer the other party's words, regardless of the weakness of his body, he stood up strongly, he stood up with one hand behind him. There is only one person, but the other party has a whole team of people, but it inexplicably makes people feel that Qiao Heng is more calm.

As soon as he stood up, the leader of the opposite team immediately saw his Taoist dress. As soon as he waved, the whole team immediately surrounded him.

The leader pulled out his sword and pointed at Qiao Heng.

"Okay, the thief is ...... before he restricts his hands" The leader was stuck in the middle of speaking, he looked at Qiao Heng's face in disbelief, and said, "Song Qingshu?"

He was already having a fever, but he was drenched in the rain just now, and he felt even more groggy. For a moment, Qiao Heng almost didn't realize that the name was calling himself.

Qiao Heng wanted to say something, but he coughed impatiently.

The leader thought that he was going to attack him, but he was already clinging to the tip of the opponent's sword, and he stabbed a little nervously.

"Senior Brother Song!"

Zhang Wuji saw this scene when he rushed over, and the hand in his sleeve was tightly clenched into a fist. He took a deep breath, and he said to the leader, "Don't be nervous, put your sword down, and have something to say." ”

The leader obviously knew Zhang Wuji, he said: "I have heard for a long time that Sect Leader Zhang and Wudang Song Qingshu are not on good terms, and now it seems that this is wrong!"

"No, that's true. Qiao Heng finally spoke. Zhang Wuji will always be the kind of person he envies and is most jealous of, just thinking about it makes him full of unwillingness.

As soon as he grasped the blade of the sword, blood flowed from between his fingers, and instead of pulling it out, he took it into himself.

He was really physically and mentally exhausted.

His world was dark and disgraceful, and he didn't like it.

The leader subconsciously drew his sword outward, but he couldn't move, "Crazy!"

Zhang Wuji's voice trembled: "Senior brother, don't get excited!"

Qiao Heng pressed the blade of the sword and continued to stab deeply into his body, Zhang Wuji wanted to snatch the sword directly, but he didn't know how deep the sword pierced, for fear that this snatch would directly hit the heart.

Qiao Heng even taught the leader with the sword: "Murder must be stabbed to the end." As he spoke, he slammed the blade of his sword before Zhang Wuji could react.

"Senior brother!!!" Zhang Wuji fell to his knees. That's how it goes...... How did things come to this......

All of them came to an abrupt end.

Others always say that Qiao Heng never forgets, but he knows that it is just a joke. According to scientific point of view, he just has a short-term memory and a long-term memory ability that is far beyond ordinary people. Ordinary people will forget what happened in a year or two, and he may not forget it for ten years, twenty years, or even a lifetime, but what he has experienced is more than a lifetime.

But there was one thing he remembered, he had no home for a long time. Even if he had a home, he couldn't find his way home.

The apprentice asked where his home was......

This makes him how to answer.

He only knows that the world does not belong to him, and he does not belong to this world.

He didn't bring it with him in life, he didn't take it with him in death, he had nothing but an unrecognized name.