After this day, it seemed that all the qiē was restored to peace. Romance debuts

The clouds on the rivers and lakes were treacherous, and they were once again separated from the manor with the couplets of "One Door Seven Jinshi, Father and Son Three Tanhua".

Lin Shiyin embroidered flowers on her small building, and the sycamore outside the window was still the sycamore, but there was one less handsome young man who would visit every day under the tree.

Dragon, he's here for the "Treasure of Mercy Flowers"! You see, he came so diligently before, and now that he has the cheats in his hands, he can't even see a shadow. If it was directly handed over to Shangguan Jinhong, how could he have a chance to see the treasure book, his mother obviously gave him a big opportunity, but he didn't appreciate it!"

Lin Shiyin's expression was faint, and the needle and thread in her hand kept shuttling.

"You're still young, and there are some things you don't understand. He is such a proud person, for a person like him, the thing he thinks is 'he is still in his heart, although he has not regretted it even if he dies', since he has already said that he will not want "Pity Flower Treasure Book", and completely disdain it, I forced it over......" plus the words that were said later in order to get him to accept the treasure book, probably in his eyes, this is almost an insult.

Dragon: "If he wants to die, let him die!"

Lin Shiyin couldn't listen to these words of death and death, and she smiled bitterly: "You children, you always lightly put the word 'death' on your lips, and you don't think about what it means at all. People in the rivers and lakes are like this, and they die simply, but have you ever thought about the people who survived?"

"Whether he is looking for death or not wanting to die, his life is his own, what does it have to do with me? Why does what I want to do have to do with what he thinks?" A drop of water fell on the embroidered handkerchief, "He said that if he didn't want to, he would let me go, I would leave, but why did I have to follow his wishes, I didn't have enough patience in my life, he blamed me and blamed me, I only knew that I wanted him to live." ”

Long Xiaoyun had never seen Lin Shiyin crying, and immediately panicked.

"Mother, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said anything to make him die. It's just that...... What if he was teaming up with Shangguan Jinhong to make a scene? You can see through your temperament at a glance, and you don't know the sinister rivers and lakes, it's too possible, isn't it?"

Lin Shiyin didn't speak, she continued to embroider, but her hands were trembling slightly. If you can really see through it at a glance, why is he the only one who has said what is in her heart for so many years.

......

Since Qiao Heng got the "Treasure of Mercy Flowers", he has been studying the content on it, analyzing it in depth, breaking and refining the knowledge inside, and then integrating it into the huge and complicated knowledge system in his memory.

He had been exposed to the power systems of various worlds, and knew a variety of cultivation methods, whether it was an ordinary item suitable for the general public, or a high-level exercise that stood at the top of the world, he had a lot of memories in his mind.

However, among these various exercises, no matter how precious they are, there are still very few that are really useful to him, and there is no pattern at all. Just like in the previous world, he was carrying a quick version of the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Wudang Nine Yang Exercises, and with a little push, he could clearly feel that the two peerless exercises of Jiuyin and Jiuyang, which were the best martial arts, were completely useless to him.

I don't know when I developed the habit, when Qiao Heng is free, he always likes to write on paper. He took the medicine for a few days and felt a lot better, so he picked up the habit again.

Shangguan Jinhong heard that his subordinates said that Qiao Heng was in good health in the past few days, so he was ready to come over to take a look.

After he walked into the room, he didn't hide his steps, but Qiao Heng was standing in front of the desk, concentrating on writing his own words, and didn't look back at Shangguan Jinhong.

Shangguan Jinhong didn't disturb his interest, but picked up two or three pieces of rice paper from the table, and saw that the words on each paper were in different handwriting.

At this time, Qiao Heng stopped writing, and he asked curiously: "What kind of handwriting does my father think is more suitable for me?"

Shangguan Jinhong flipped through a few more pages and said, "It's all good." What are you going to do here?"

Qiao Heng: "It's nothing, it's just a casual practice, nothing special." ”

Shangguan Jinhong remembered his lost memory, didn't he even forget the handwriting? He comforted: "Don't worry, you will definitely remember what you should remember." ”

Qiao Heng said noncommittally: "Maybe." ”

Shangguan Jinhong saw that he began to study ink again and prepare to write, and said, "You are in good health, what kind of writing do you practice?" He told himself to speak as kindly as possible, but he was not a kind person himself, and he did not succeed in either pretending or allowing himself to express his true feelings.

Qiao Heng: "I like it." ”

When you want to do something you love, you don't need a reason.

Qiao Heng remembered something, he took out a thin book, and said: "I have already transcribed the "Treasure of Sympathy Flowers", and I have forgotten to send someone to send it to my father in the past few days, since my father is here, I will not trouble others." I took a look, this "Treasure of Sympathy Flowers" is useless to me, and it is better to copy a few more calligraphy books to scatter my mind if I have the kung fu to practice it. ”

The young gang leader of the No. 1 gang in the rivers and lakes does not practice peerless exercises, but prefers to practice writing and calligraphy. Qiao Heng felt that Shangguan Jinhong probably wouldn't like what he said, but the young man who would constantly curry favor with him so that his father could teach him martial arts in person had already disappeared.

But to his surprise, Shangguan Jinhong didn't get angry when he heard what he said.

Shangguan Jinhong remembered his conversation with the doctor that day, frowned slightly, and decided in his heart that he would let the doctor come to him.

Qiao Heng said suddenly: "I advise my father to set up another young helper." ”

Even Shangguan Jinhong, who didn't react when Qiao Heng said that he didn't plan to practice "Pity Flower Treasure", at this time, his face, which had never been violently emotional, suddenly changed color, and he said, "What do you mean by this?"

Seeing that Qiao Heng didn't answer, Shangguan Jinhong said again: "Is someone talking nonsense in front of you?" This is a criminal record, if someone hadn't deliberately said some specious words, and used Jing Wu's excuse to provoke the relationship between their father and son, these things would not have happened later.

"My father was too worried, and it had nothing to do with others. He said as he hung his wrist as he wrote.

Shangguan Jinhong saw that he was reluctant to reveal his tone, and he did not force him. He said: "Your task now is to take care of your body, and you don't have to worry about other things." ”

Qiao Heng only cared about practicing calligraphy by himself, and didn't say a word.

After Shangguan Jinhong left from Qiao Heng, he immediately called Chief Manager Lu.

"Find a few people to watch, let the young gang master rest assured in his yard to recuperate, if anyone goes to visit him, he will be pushed. ”

Mr. Lu was shocked, he had served Shangguan Jinhong for many years, so he naturally knew that he had always had one thing to say and two to say about the helper.

He said that he was to let the young helper recuperate, and the young helper could only "recuperate", saying that it was in the yard, and the young helper could only be honestly confined to the yard, and not want to step out of the threshold for half a step. He asked people to stop everyone who visited the young gang leader, which meant that the young gang leader was cut off from everyone in the gang. Let someone else look at it...... Isn't this like a trap?

Mr. Lu replied with a smile on his face without changing his face: "My subordinates understand." ”

In fact, Shangguan Jinhong had no such intention at all.

If you talk about power and martial arts, he is among the best in the world, but if you talk about expressing your emotions and intentions, you have to count them backwards.

Thinking that he couldn't bear to train his son to be a killing tool without self and personality, he devoted himself to cultivating Jing Wusheng, neither teaching his son the mysteries of martial arts, nor explaining one or two. Only an amorous and sensitive person like Li Xunhuan can see the love and care implied by Shangguan Jinhong, except for him, in the eyes of others, isn't this the helper not paying attention to his son at all?

Now too, Shangguan Jinhong felt that someone was dividing their father and son, and he was worried that Qiao Heng would not pay attention to cultivation, so he simply forced him to recuperate, which happened to prevent people with other intentions from contacting Qiao Heng, killing two birds with one stone.

Shangguan Jinhong said again: "Call the doctor who treated the young gang master before, I need him to give me an explanation." ”

Manager Lu: "Yes." ”

......

There were suddenly a few more strangers in the courtyard, and of course Qiao Heng found out.

The little maid serving Qiao Heng was panicked, and she stepped forward to get close to a few people, trying to understand what was going on.

"Brothers, can you tell me what's wrong?"

A very young-looking steward stood up, he didn't answer the little maid directly, but hugged his fist in the direction of the room where Qiao Heng was, and said in a tone that didn't know whether to say polite or lukewarm: "I hope the young helper knows, the helper has a word, so you can recuperate." ”

Qiao Heng's voice came from the room: "I know, you guys go back." ”

The young steward said: "The young gang leader has misunderstood, his subordinates are ordered to guard here, how can they leave without permission?"

The word "guard" was used exquisitely, and the little girl's face changed.

The steward said: "There are many people outside this courtyard, which is not conducive to the young helper's recuperation, and the young helper does not need to go out." ”

Qiao Heng in the room, he smiled and threw the pen on the table, and then coughed: "Shangguan Jinhong, it's really good!"

In the eyes of several members of the Money Gang who were guarding Qiao Heng, Qiao Heng seemed to have accepted his fate, neither shouting nor making a fuss, and was incredibly quiet.

On weekdays, apart from asking the little maid to hide there and move a stack of books from time to time, he didn't give any other orders.

Shangguan Jinhong will bring the doctor to check Qiao Heng's pulse every few days, although Qiao Heng's physical condition seems to be fine now, in fact, the foundation is already empty, the doctor was given a gag order, and he didn't dare to tell others about the situation of the young helper, which is also a matter of course, and if you change to any sect, you probably don't want to see the news that "the physical condition of your heir is actually not very good" spread.

Every time Shangguan Jinhong left from Qiao Heng, his eyes were gloomy.

The young steward who has been guarding Qiao Heng said in his heart, it seems that the contradiction between the gang leader and the young gang leader is irreconcilable.

......

Qiao Heng's decision to tailor a book of exercises for himself was by no means sudden, he had been faintly brewing for a long time.

He never formally set out to create exercises that suited him, because he knew that he had not accumulated enough, his knowledge was not rich enough, and his insight was not enough to support him in realizing this idea.

It is by no means an easy task to surpass so many sages throughout the ages by oneself.

Therefore, he is even more afraid of experiencing countless failures and ending up without a problem, and even the last glimmer of hope will be dashed. So he kept this idea buried deep in his heart, and he didn't even dare to think about it, until it was finally unwilling to hide it and broke through the ground directly.

And now, he obviously mustered up great courage and set a goal for himself, to struggle, to chase, but he felt a kind of ruthlessness that bordered on self-abandonment.

If it fails every time......

That's a failure.

It is to go crazy to sudden death, and in the blink of an eye, reincarnate again!

What he once hated extremely much has now become his biggest reliance.

Sarcasm, funny, funny.

It's like the silent ridicule of life, a mockery of fate!

Qiao Heng closed a book in his hand, he closed his eyes for a while, and then stood up from his chair.

The books in the scripture building were written at a fairly high level, and he almost skimmed through them quickly, and it was worthless to stay in the Money Gang any longer, or rather, the world no longer meant anything to him.

After dinner, he asked the little maid, "Has my father not returned to the gang for the past few days?"

"Hui Shao Gang Master, this is indeed the case. ”

"Wait a minute, you bring some more oil lamps. Although Shangguan Jinhong confined him to the courtyard and prevented him from moving around, there was no shortage of materials he needed.

The little maid couldn't help but persuade: "The young helper is in good health, and reading and writing still need to combine work and rest." ”

Qiao Heng bowed his head dispensably and said, "I understand." ”

The little maid was afraid that Qiao Heng would hurt her eyes when she read and wrote at night, so she took all the oil lamps and candles in each room in the courtyard in one go, ensuring that when they were lit, the house would be as bright as day.

Qiao Heng said to the maid: "You go back to your room tonight and go to bed early, you don't have to wait for me outside." ”

"If there is a bed outside, the slave and maid will sleep there, if I go back, what should I do if the young master has something to call the slave and maid?"

What, but after glancing at Qiao Heng's expression, he replied a little reluctantly "yes".

After the little maid left, Qiao Heng practiced calligraphy alone for a while. When it was getting dark, he sat down, holding his forehead in one hand and a hairpin in the other.

When the moon was on the willow tops, he picked up an oil lamp in the style of a maid holding a lamp, and instead of lighting it, he casually tilted the lamp a little bit, and the oil contained in it spilled on the desk, staining the paper on the table. These lamp oils are clear and colorless and tasteless, and they are all first-class goods of one or two lamp oils and one or two gold.

He put down the lamp and picked up a new one.

On the curtains, chairs, and shelves...... He sprinkled the lamp with oil.

The young steward listened to the sound in the room outside the room a little strangely, although the helper didn't pay attention to the young helper, but if the young helper had a problem under his guard, he would definitely be killed. He knocked on the door and asked tentatively, "Young helper, do you have anything you need to order?"

Qiao Heng coldly ordered: "Come in, remember to close the door when you come in." ”

The young steward frowned slightly, he didn't forget to put on his stand as a young gang leader when he was in this situation, but he could only choose to obey Qiao Heng's orders.

Outside, the wind was bitter and whining, and the dry branches reflected in the moonlight.

When the door was opened again, the person who came out was actually Qiao Heng, not the few members of the Money Gang who were dressed in yellow just now.

He held a candlestick in his hand, walked without hurry, draped over his shoulders with a large coat, and his other hand slightly caged the neckline.

Qiao Heng threw out the candlestick in his hand without looking back, and under the precise control of the internal force, the candle fell into the room.

A small flame lit, it jumped with joy, as if it was testing something, expanding its sphere of influence little by little, and finally showing its sense of existence in a continuous posture of crawling on the ground.

In the cold wind, when his ragged hunting figure disappeared into the night, he left it behind him in the courtyard, and the continuous flames rose into the sky with an unstoppable momentum, piercing the sky!