The sword light flickered, and there was a dead silence all around, and even the jackdaws did not dare to cry. The snow on the mountain has gradually melted, and the bare branches of the trees are empty of crystal snowflakes, which seem to burst at the touch of a button. Nature is always the smartest, like the branches of a tree, and they will never try to resist the weight of their own impossibility. Whenever the snow falls to its limit, it either slides off the branches or bounces away.

The same is true of the rivers and lakes, a person who has no brains and a body of brute strength cannot gain a long-term foothold in the rivers and lakes. The rivers and lakes are not the world of martial artists, but the world of wise men. Although Tong Muzhi is not a person in the rivers and lakes, he has an inextricable relationship with this river and lake, just like fish and water, fish can never do without water, even if the fish can't control the turbulent waves in the water, the waves are surging.

After Tong Muzhi sent Yue Shufan away, he thought that Yue Lun was definitely not a good type, as long as Yue Mingshan was here for a day, he would definitely come to the door in time. With the reputation of Baicaozhai in the Southern Dynasty, Yue Lun did not dare to openly come to the door to find fault, but as the so-called open guns are easy to dodge and dark arrows are difficult to prevent, the villain's mind is beyond the comprehension of the upright people. Yue Lun is such a villain, although Tong Muzhi has never experienced the grievances of the rivers and lakes, but he must not stand idly by in this matter.

After learning from the pain, Tong Muzhi sent the dying Yue Mingshan to Wuyi Mountain overnight. Wuyi Mountain is located on the southeast coast and is a secluded place that the immortals have always pursued. The green water in the mountains is full of greenery, and the peaks stand in the sky, which is really a rare place to retreat. It is also the most satisfying place to stay away from thousands of mundane grievances.

Tong Muzhi, a descendant in his twenties, how could he think of sending Yue Mingshan to Wuyi Mountain. There's another hidden story here. The means of rejuvenation of Baicaozhai are well-known in the rivers and lakes, and countless heroes of the rivers and lakes who have suffered incurable injuries will come here to seek healing. The famous old man Cangsong is also one of them, and he is also a martial arts predecessor who does not ask about mortal dust in this Wuyi Mountain.

However, things in the world are so entangled, if you don't make trouble, things will naturally find you. The old man Cangsong is a famous swordsman in the southeast of the famous town, although he is not as invincible as Yue Mingshan, but there are few opponents in the southeast coast, but Fan Wen of Jinyue Palace is not an easy opponent to mess with, in addition to his imperial court background, his flying flower wrong leaf hand also happens to be the deadly nemesis of the old man Cangsong. After a big battle, the old man Cangsong lost his hand, seventy-two flying flowers in the wrong leaf nails, and was sent to Baicao Village by the apprentices when he was dying, but fortunately Tong Muzhi rescued him to survive, and since then he has no grudges in the rivers and lakes, and is determined to return to Wuyi Mountain.

Tong Muzhi was right to send Yue Mingshan to the old man Cangsong, and it didn't take long for Yue Lun to come to the door. But there was no trace of Yue Mingshan and Yue Shufan, so he had to give up. Tong Muzhi's heart was itchy with hatred, but he couldn't do anything, he was a powerless person, how could he be able to defeat Yue Lun, who was superb in swordsmanship.

In a trance, time ran by like a foal, twenty years, and Shufan walked for twenty years. Tong Muzhi also got married and had a young daughter Sixue. On this day, a young man came to Baicaozhai with a bloody baggage, he wore a hat on his head, and wore a tight gray-black linen clothes, and the sword in his hand was particularly conspicuous, which was incompatible with his dress. As soon as he entered the door, Tong Muzhi felt that this person was familiar, and the sword seemed to have been seen somewhere, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

The young man took off his hat, faced Tong Muzhi, and asked coldly, "Is Mr. Tong Muzhi here?" He didn't recognize Tong Muzhi, but Tong Muzhi saw him at a glance, because he looked too much like his dead sister. Especially those eyes, those eyes that a man would sin when he looked at them.

Tong Muzhi trembled, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. The young man was still expressionless, no one knew what Yue Shufan had experienced in the past twenty years to make him so calm, no, it should be cold, just like Huo Dingtian back then. Shu Fan looked at him for a long time, and then he saw Tong Muzhi, but he still did not show the joy of reuniting after a long absence, but continued to look at him coldly, and then said: "Uncle? The tears that were rolling in his eyes suddenly filled Tong Muzhi's face, Tong Muzhi nodded desperately, and invited Shufan to sit down.

Shufan refused, he lifted the bloody burden in his hand, and said, "Don't sit, where is my mother's grave?" I want to go. Speaking of this, he seemed to be a little moved, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but only a little, and then said, "I want to go. . . Look. He didn't say to worship, but to see, no one can figure out what he thinks in his heart at this time, I'm afraid that only Huo Dingtian can understand it in this world.

Tong Muzhi wiped his tears and pulled Yue Shufan to Tong Qian'er's tomb. Yue Shufan knelt down with a puff and smashed the stone slab in front of the tomb alive, he didn't shed tears, but he was crying in his heart. Crying is a move that the weak will make if they want to gain the sympathy of others, and they can also cry in their hearts, crying only to themselves. Yue Shufan closed his eyes, he didn't want to open them for a long time, so he knelt like this for a long time, and Tong Muzhi didn't persuade him, he knew that this child had grown up and no longer needed anyone's protection.

Yue Shufan then put the bloody head in front of the tomb and said, "You will avenge your own revenge, and the child will avenge you." Tong Muzhi suddenly realized that this was Yue Lun's head. But at this time, Yue Lun was already a generation of grandmasters in the Southern Dynasty, and he abandoned the signboard of the Kuaijian Gate and set up his own portal to call the Imperial Sword Villa. There are more than a few hundred disciples under him, how can Yue Shufan get his head! No one knows.

However, Tong Muzhi was still pleased, he really didn't misunderstand Huo Dingtian back then, Tong Muzhi asked: "Fan'er, how is your master now?" After Shufan kowtowed three times, he stood up and said coldly, "It's dead." Tong Muzhi asked in surprise: "What?" How could it be dead? When was this? Shu Fan seemed to have a little more murderous aura in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and continued to answer: "Last autumn." Tong Muzhi was stunned, he didn't know how to comfort this child, but fortunately, only he knew in the whole world that he still had his dear father alive in the world.

Immediately, Tong Muzhi pulled Shufan and said, "Who else do you want to see here?" Shufan's eyes seemed to soften a lot, but he only said two words briefly: "Father." "That's right, he also wants to see Yue Mingshan, the only dear person in this world. After Tong Muzhi informed Yue Shufan of the original story, Shufan did not look back, and once again set foot on the dust.

Three days later, there was bad news from the Imperial Sword Villa, a person broke into the Imperial Sword Villa alone, slaughtered more than 100 disciples, almost all the masters in the door were killed, and the head Yue Lun was also murdered. This news immediately caused a panic in the rivers and lakes, no one could have imagined that after 20 years of establishment, the dignified Imperial Sword Villa would be turned into ashes overnight, or buried in the hands of one person, which is incredible.

"Daddy, the boy is back." A long and powerful shout attracted the attention of Yue Mingshan on the mountain. He held the cane in his hand, turned his head slowly, flicked the silver threads on his head with his left hand a few times, and narrowed his eyes into a slit, carefully looking at the young man in front of him. is so young, seeing Shufan's sturdy body and cold eyes, Yue Mingshan seems to see him again. At that time, he was also as high-spirited as Shufan, and he was unstoppable. But what do you get now? The family is ruined, and the loneliness dies.

Yue Mingshan smiled, full of pathos. Yue Shufan also smiled, but his smile was a little stiff. Perhaps it was the first time they had laughed in twenty years, the wind was still blowing, the fog was still shrouded, and the mountains were silent, and only their laughter could be heard. Yue Mingshan laughed and cried, this is not the expression that a swordsman should have, Yue Shufan did not cry, he looked at his father quietly, his father is already old, no longer has the sharpness of the past, and now his father is an old man who can no longer withstand harm, even though he is only about fifty years old.

Yue Shufan sat beside his father, put his arm around his father's shoulder, and said, "It's windy on the top of the mountain, let's go home!" "Home? The word home Yue Mingshan is obviously very unfamiliar, twenty years, he has not had a home for twenty years. "Where's home?" Yue Mingshan struggled to open his eyes and asked in a daze. Yue Shufan's eyes were red, but there were no tears, he raised his finger and pointed at Yue Mingshan, and then pointed at himself, and said with a gentle gaze: "Home is here." ”

After many days, Yue Shufan rushed back to Baicao Village with his father, and once again worshiped Yue Mingshan's wife, Yue Shufan's mother, Yue Mingshan lay in front of his wife's grave and cried bitterly, as if he could still smell the fragrance of his wife's body, and he could also see his wife's gentle eyes, Shufan stood quietly, without crying or speaking.

At this time, Tong Muzhi had already embarked on the road to Mengshan. Everyone knows that Tong Muzhi is a powerless doctor, and he is afraid that he will be entrusted by others to go to Mengshan this time, so it is difficult to refuse. As for his personal safety, it seems that it is no longer important, for a person in the rivers and lakes, Yinuo is really more important than a daughter, and sometimes commitment is even more important than life.

But in Yue Mingshan's opinion, Tong Muzhi's life is not just his life, but a member of their family, this family, there can be no less people, Yue Mingshan sighed softly and asked, "Fan'er, what are you planning?" Yue Shufan seemed to see through his father's mind at a glance, he didn't say much, just lifted the sword in his hand and pointed in the direction of Mengshan, and said sharply: "Go to Mengshan." ”