The young man was dressed in a slightly simple robe, and he stepped out of the threshold and stepped into the courtyard, the coldness of his body was incompatible with the sunny outside world, and it was as if the whole person was going to dissolve into the sunlight with the passage of time.

Yin Liting stood outside for a while just now, and heard the faint sound of water and cloth coming from the room, so he just waited outside when Qingshu was bathing and changing. In fact, it didn't take long, only about half an hour.

When Qiao Heng walked out, the first thing Yin Liting saw was his silhouette, and he almost didn't recognize his nephew, who he hadn't seen for a long time. The other party looks a lot thinner than the image in his memory. When he looked at himself, he saw that his face was so pale, a hue that could not be associated with words like vitality and health in any way.

This qiē made Yin Liting couldn't help but be dumbfounded for a while.

Then, Yin Liting's attention was attracted by the blood-stained white robe in the room.

Qiao Heng seemed to be a little ashamed, he said: "Didn't the sixth uncle have been waiting outside for me to come out from the beginning? blame me for not thinking well, the sixth uncle has been standing outside for so long, I really think that the sixth uncle has left." ”

As soon as Yin Liting took his eyes off the white clothes, he heard Qiao Heng's words, and he said in his heart, this polite remark was too fake, and he didn't deliberately hide his footsteps, let alone use any breathing techniques to hide his breath, how could he not know that he hadn't left at all.

In Yin Liting's eyes, being polite to this point is a bit close to hypocrisy, he was a little unhappy in his heart, but he didn't deliberately mention this, but directly changed the topic: "Qingshu, are you injured?"

"Uncle Lao cares, but it's just a small injury on the flesh and skin, and it has nothing to do with the body. Qiao Heng casually said the situation, and walked a few steps to the other side, where there was a shallow drainage trough on the ground to prevent water accumulation on rainy days, and he poured the water in the basin down the shallow trough.

Yin Liting paid attention to Qiao Heng's every move, and then frowned slightly. He really couldn't believe what Qiao Heng said, this bloodless face, although the pace of walking was smooth, but in the eyes of people who practice martial arts, it can still only be called floating but not real, that is, the footsteps of a farmer who can only fight a few loose fists in the countryside will not be so vain and powerless. No matter how light this injury is, how light can it be?

"Sixth Uncle might as well come into the house and sit, if my father knew that I let Uncle Shi stand outside and talk, he would be angry again. Qiao Heng returned to the house, picked up the white clothes on the ground and put them aside, "Let the sixth uncle smile." ”

Yin Liting followed him into the room, he already understood that Qiao Heng was cleaning the wound in the house just now, so he didn't let himself in, he asked, "Why are you so seriously injured?" When I knocked on the door outside before, why didn't you call me in to help. ”

Qiao Heng replied vaguely: "Uncle Shi is too careful, it's really not a serious injury, the sixth uncle is at ease." ”

Yin Liting frowned, then stretched out his hand and grabbed Qiao Heng's wrist, he made a posture to check the pulse, and said: "Don't be annoyed, don't blame the sixth uncle for not believing you, it's just that the sixth uncle really knows that you are so strong and want to save face, and when I come back this time, I think you are even more lonely." Your complexion, how can the sixth uncle let go of his heart. ”

Qiao Heng, who was held by Yin Liting's pulse without warning, almost became angry at this moment. A ripple appeared in his eyes, and finally he was hidden in silence. What he said was: "Uncle Sixth is kind, how can I be angry because of this." ”

He maintains this inconsistent appearance, judging from his appearance alone, who can imagine that he has attributed Yin Liting to Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Wuji and others, but he can't stay away from hate. If it is the real Song Qingshu, after committing the great crime of betraying the sect and killing his uncle by mistake, he can still feel Rusi's kindness from Yin Liting, and get such a care that can't be concealed at all, maybe he will be moved to cry directly, but he is not Song Qingshu.

Qiao Heng has always maintained a clear understanding in his mind, that is, whether it is Zhang Wuji, Song Yuanqiao, or anyone else in Wudang, the malice and even kindness they have towards him are all for the real Song Qingshu. The reason why he knew this was not only out of fear and fear that one day he would lose himself in this never-ending reincarnation life, but also because of the little pride in his heart.

Thanks to the blessing of the body he used, he was so reluctant to reject all kinds of malice that others had invested in himself, which was obviously not caused by him, but the person who ultimately took it was himself, which made him willing. But what when he receives "kindness" and not "malice" towards the original body? Even if the kindness is not self-inflicted, does he enjoy it just because it makes people feel comfortable and happy?

Qiao Heng, who has always been arrogant and introverted, does not despise accepting this double standard at all.

He may take advantage of the malice and kindness brought by these original bodies, and he will even be false about it, but he will never take enjoyment for granted, which is to put what little pride he has left on the ground and let others trample on it. Even if Qiao Heng will give up all the persistence in the past, he will never let go of this arrogance.

Beneath his seemingly calm appearance, in fact, there has always been a hidden anger that has accumulated over time. If everything he is experiencing now is what he asks for, then no matter what he encounters or what price he pays, he will admit it. But he has never prayed to the gods and Buddhas for immortality, let alone pursued this kind of never-ending reincarnation, in this situation of forced buying and selling, let him willingly assume the responsibility of the original owner, sorry, he doesn't admit it.

Qiao Heng secretly suppressed his patience here, but Yin Liting was completely stunned. The meridians he had detected seemed to be blocked and broken, and the internal forces were even more empty—which made him almost think that he had a delusion at first.

Yin Liting confirmed it several times, raised his head suddenly, his usual soft eyes became strict, he looked at Qiao Heng's eyes, and asked angrily and sadly: "This is what kind of flesh and skin injury you are talking about?"

As soon as Yin Liting finished saying this, he immediately reacted, why did Qingshu keep saying that he was not seriously injured, and he didn't want others to investigate deeply, his nephew must be unwilling to expose his shortcomings, but he directly probed the things he was most unwilling to expose under ignorance. When he contacted the beginning, Qingshu said that he didn't know that he didn't leave but was waiting outside, which was a kind word, but a real truth.

His fingers clenched Qiao Heng and felt a little pain.

Qiao Heng didn't reply immediately, and the room was quiet for a moment. Then Qiao Heng smiled to himself and said, "Sixth Uncle misunderstood, I have been unable to gather internal strength for a while, and it is not the same time as this injury. I have no intention of deceiving the sixth uncle, but after a long time, I have become accustomed to the situation of not having internal strength, so I forgot to mention this matter to my uncle, and my nephew also feels that if I specifically mention this matter, it will inevitably be suspected of deliberately winning sympathy, so it doesn't matter if I don't talk about it. ”

Yin Liting was a little incomprehensible, why he could bring this kind of thing with a sentence of "it doesn't matter" and pass it lightly. Yin Liting even heard him reassure himself rather calmly: "Sixth Uncle don't worry, although I don't have internal strength now, what danger can I encounter in Wudang?" ”

In Yin Liting's eyes, the young man's expression was so flat, as if he had accepted his fate, as if he thought that he really deserved it. But he always felt that things shouldn't be like this.

To put it mildly, in the eyes of many martial arts practitioners, it may be better to lose their internal strength than to die. Although Yin Liting has never lost his internal strength, he and his third brother have been severely injured and paralyzed in bed by the powerful King Kong finger, which is more cruel than losing internal strength, and he still deeply remembers the feeling of deep powerlessness. He asked, "What about Wuji? Have you let Wuji see it?" He inherited his medical skills from the Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal, he may have a way. ”

Qiao Heng knew that Zhang Wuji was the treasure of the people in Wudang, so he naturally refused to say a bad word about him, he said: "Senior Brother Wuji is benevolent, this time I would like to thank Senior Brother Wuji, with his care, I already feel much better." ”

Yin Liting looked at Qingshu's pale face, "I feel much better" is still like this, what was the situation like before? And isn't this saying, there is nothing to be done about Wuji?

......

Yang Buregret finally coaxed her one-year-old son to sleep, she went outside, and sat down with a sewing dress in her hand. She has a pretty face, and there is a faint remnant of the cold stubbornness left over from the childhood ordeal between her eyebrows and eyes.

After she married in Yin Li Pavilion, she stayed on Wudang Mountain. Because there are many men and few women in Wudang, and since she came to Wudang, she was first pregnant and gave birth to a child, and now she is busy taking care of her own children, she has spent most of her time in her own yard in the past two years, and rarely gets involved in outside things, so that she still doesn't know that Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Wuji and Qiao Heng have returned to Wudang.

She heard someone enter the room, the footsteps were so familiar, she didn't raise her head and said, "Come back, don't leave later, try this dress to see if it doesn't fit and I'll change it." ”

After a while, she didn't hear a reply, so she looked up. Yin Liting sat on the chair, with a little gloomy at the center of his eyebrows, and his eyes looked at a white porcelain vase in front of him, but Yang Buregret was familiar with his every move, and he could already see that his thoughts were no longer here. She pondered in her heart and said, "Your Qingshu nephew is back?"

The words "Qingshu" reached Yin Liting's ears, and he finally moved his body, and his eyes turned to Yang Buregret, as if asking how do you know.

Yang said without regret How could I not guess that there is anyone else besides Song Qingshu who can make you show this expression of lost soul.

When Song Qingshu just "died", Yin Liting hated him for killing Mo Shenggu on the one hand, and couldn't accept the fact that he died like this, and he didn't know how many tears he shed in private, and finally simply pushed all the faults on Chen Youliang, who is still living at ease, basically the kind of "If someone else hadn't completely abducted his own child, Qingshu would not have been so completely wrong". In a sense, Chen Youliang is really not unjust in carrying this account.

Yin Liting said in a trembling voice: "Thinking that we were seven brothers and sisters at the beginning, and we were so unhappy on Wudang Mountain, I just can't understand how things can come to this point in the blink of an eye. Our seven brothers can no longer get together and not talk about it, and now even the Qingshu is gone. Why ...... this?"

Yang Buregret was stunned when he heard it, what is the meaning of "now even the Qingshu is abolished"?

She was just about to say something when another voice suddenly interjected: "Sixth brother, you have a magic barrier!" A man with a calm and stern face walked through the door.

Yin Liting followed the voice and said, "Second brother, why are you here." ”

Yu Lianzhou said: "I heard from the disciples below that you went to see Qingshu and came back, so I came to you." ”

Yin Liting: "Second Senior Brother has also seen Qingshu?"

Yu Lianzhou sighed: "I met him on the back mountain before, and I heard from the senior brother that his muscles and dantian were destroyed, and I couldn't make up my mind for a while and didn't know how to face Qingshu, so I came here to talk to you." ”

Yang did not regret the needle pricked his finger.

Yu Lianzhou said: "I don't know what Qingshu's kid said, which provoked the senior brother to get angry in front of the seventh brother's grave, and I don't understand who Qingshu's temper followed, he was stubborn, and he didn't say a word softly." If it hadn't been for me and Zhang Wuji rushing over, the posture of the senior brother would have been like beating Qingshu to death in front of the seventh brother's tomb. ”

Yin Liting remembered that when he went to see Qingshu before, he stayed alone in the room and cleaned his wounds, he said in a daze: "Qingshu, he didn't say anything to me, he only said that it was a small injury to the flesh, and he didn't say how it was injured, nor who injured it." ”

Yang Buregret took advantage of the two of them talking there and left the room alone.

She is not very familiar with Song Qingshu, and most of the things she knows come from the mouths of others. In her opinion, killing people pays for life, and when Song Qingshu died, she didn't feel anything to be sad about.

It's just that Yang Buregret witnessed the tragic death of his biological mother at the beginning, and later grew up in the Ming Sect with many evil people and strangers, although he still maintained the innocence of his childhood, but in his bones he had a bit of a twist that regarded the world as nothing, or he would not have married Yin Liting regardless of it. Song Qingshu was beaten to death by Zhou Zhiruo in order to protect Song Daxia, and her mother was crushed by the extermination master Taiyi, and later she learned from others that Yin Liting was almost seriously injured by Zhou Zhiruo at the lion slaughter meeting that day, and she was already extremely disgusted with Emei if she didn't show it on her face. When she mentioned this, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart, the habit of the master and apprentice who like to kill people with one palm is really the same. This came and went, and the balance in his heart inevitably tilted to Song Qingshu's side.

You see, no matter how bright and great you were before, once you have taken a fork in the road, you will be completely finished. And those who have not been on the right path from the beginning, who have stirred up all kinds of wind and rain, and who are ruthless and treacherous, only need to lower their waists and lower their posture to say some good things about reform, and no one will be accountable. Look at how well Chen Youliang is alive now?

She never said these things to anyone, because she knew that no one would agree with her.

Yang Buregret walked out of the room, not to breathe, she looked at the sky and felt that it was time to eat, so she went directly to the stove room. She made some side dishes and heated up some dry food by the way. These meals were not for Yin Liting and Yu Lianzhou, but for Song Qingshu.

Men are always less attentive than women. Yin Liting and their senior brothers are the elders of the Wudang faction, each of them has their own small stove, if they want to make some food by themselves, they can also send it over to eat if they want others to do it, as for the junior disciples below, they also know that it is impossible for everyone to have a stove, and they can only go to the side hall to eat with everyone when they eat.

At this time, if the infamous Song Qingshu appeared among the disciples, how would he deal with himself? Thinking about it from another perspective, Yang Buregret felt that he would never be disgusted at this time.

Yang Buregret's speculation was right, Qiao Heng really didn't have the idea of going to the disciples to beg for disgust. Of course, because he is not hungry at all now, he is not in a hurry to eat or not.

Thanks to the Nine Yin Cold Qi in the body, the gastrointestinal function of this body is really not very good. It's not good to eat hot, it's even worse when it's cold, a little harder, harder to digest, or a little irritating, it can make his stomach ache for nearly half an hour, and he is drenched in cold sweat. Qiao Heng's appetite was not very good, and this commotion made his appetite even worse. But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the stomach is not sensitive to the perception of hunger and satiety, he relies on the calculation of the amount of food in his heart, fortunately, his food is not large, and his appetite is lost, so he does not toss new stomach problems.

Maybe he disguised it too well on weekdays and ate too well, about this, neither Song Yuanqiao nor Zhang Wuji, who had been with him for the longest time, found out.

When Yang Buregret came over, he saw Qiao Heng standing under the pine and cypress with his hands in his hands. He turned his back to her, the shadows of the trees falling on him like algae, and he stood in the shadows, but his eyes were fixed on the sun at the junction of heaven and earth in the distance.

Yang Buregret put the tray in his hand on the stone table in the courtyard, and said angrily: "You still have injuries on your body, why don't you rest in the room." Are you hungry? If you're hungry, you might as well eat something first. ”

Qiao Heng turned around and saw a rather playful and beautiful woman between his eyebrows and eyes looking at him, he carefully went through his memory, and then saluted and said, "How dare you bother the sixth sister-in-law to work for me personally." ”

Yang Buregret looked at this young man who used to have the reputation of jade-faced Meng, I don't know if it was an illusion, the moment he turned around, she seemed to feel a rotten aura in him, not a smell that could be smelled in the real sense, but an ethereal perception. He has gone through vicissitudes of life, and he does not have the vitality that a person of his age should have, but after a closer look, this sense of disobedience disappears again, and only a cold body remains.

Qiao Heng looked at the simple but fragrant meals on the tray and said, "The sixth sister-in-law is so skillful, and the sixth uncle is blessed." ”

Yang Buregret showed a happy and shy smile.

Yang Buregret didn't stay here for long, although she married Yin Liting, she was several years younger than Song Qingshu, and the lonely men and widows got together, and they made people gossip in vain.

Qiao Heng only drank a bowl of porridge she brought over, and as for the other meals, he didn't move a single chopstick. He still stood in the courtyard, his eyes chasing the sun in the sky as before, and let the food behind him cool down on the stone table.

When the sun sank completely, so did the surrounding light.

Qiao Heng returned to the room, found the candles and inserted them in the candlestick, he took the flint and steel to light the fire, but these candles had been stored for a long time after all, and he tried to make a fire several times in succession without success. There was no trace of impatience in his eyes, only the mechanical repetition of the action of lighting, and after an unknown number of times, a wisp of flame jumped up from the wick of the candle. Just light one, and the rest of the candle will be easy to say.

He placed the candlestick next to his desk, on which were the leftover rice paper and ink strips of Song Qingshu that he had found digging through. He sat down upright, just like every night in Liujia Village in the past, he picked up a brush and took advantage of the night to transcribe the book.

The books he had written silently were burned clean in the fire he had set when he left the village. Since it's gone, rewrite it.

Until now, he still regarded himself as a teacher in Liujia Village, and the migration of the whole village was naturally much slower than the three of them who came to Wudang lightly, and after they came to settle down on the boundary near Wudang, it was time for him to leave Wudang.

He never planned to stay on Wudang Mountain all the time. Now that his dantian has been destroyed, he is like a wasted person, he can't carry his shoulders and can't pick his hands, what's the point of him staying on Wudang Mountain? As for replacing the real Song Qingshu for Mo Shenggu and keeping filial piety or something, these are just self-comforting formalism, even if he really gave Mo Shenggu an honest linen and filial piety for a few years, could he still crawl out of the ground?

Dead and alive, over the years, Qiao Heng has only seen himself have this "honor", although he never wanted this honor.

As he wrote, the pen in his hand suddenly stopped.

He thought that Song Yuanqiao had already revealed his identity in front of the village chief, and when they migrated all the way here, how could they not inquire about their own affairs, and he thought that he had a complete understanding of what kind of person he was. He doesn't need to think about it to guess what kind of words others will use to evaluate himself, deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, killing uncles and apostasy, and harming fellow believers, and all they hear from everyone is the image of a complete hypocrite and a rampant villain.

No matter what era it is, we always pay attention to the phrase "famous teachers and high apprentices", "their bodies are upright, and they do not obey orders; and their bodies are not upright, although they do not obey orders", they are just talking about how officials govern the people. Who doesn't want their children's teachers to be rich and respected, and who wants their children's teachers to be morally corrupt and depraved in nature, they will only avoid them, for fear that their children will be exposed to bad habits.

He only said that after they migrated, he would go down the mountain and continue to be his teacher, but he forgot that the other party was still rare and willing to teach himself.

During the day, he was still disgusted with other people's self-inflicted amorousness, but he never thought that the most self-inflicted amorous was not others, but himself.

Thinking like this, the pen Qiao Heng was holding could no longer fall on the rice paper, so he threw it on the pen stand. He stood up, the chair grinding against the floor making a screeching noise, and he walked away without looking back. Born villain

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Chapter 66: Heaven and Dragon Slayer, 14