When Zhu Qiu woke up, the sky was already a little dark, and the sun in the distant mountains was only half of his body, reflecting the clouds in the west, and the blood was as red as blood. He slept all day on this recliner!

Zhu Qiu rubbed his eyes and turned over, but he fell into the thin blanket covering his body. Zhu Qiu was startled, and quickly sat up, but saw that Monk Mingkong was meditating with his eyes closed in front of the Buddha Hall.

Perhaps hearing something, Mingkong opened his eyes and said to Zhu Qiu: "I have already told your mother that tonight, you will rest here with me." After sleeping for so long, and going to wash, the food is buckled on the table, and after eating, I have something to tell you. ”

Zhu Qiu agreed, stuck out his tongue, and ran away.

Seeing that the sky was darkening one by one, the bright sky looked at the blue and hazy sky in the distance, and the color of compassion in his eyes became thicker.

Waiting for Zhu Qiu to fill his stomach, he sat down cross-legged in front of Monk Mingkong, but Mingkong didn't speak for a long time. For a long time, Zhu Qiu was a little impatient, and then Mingkong said slowly: "There may be some fighting tonight, don't be afraid." Sit down behind me and don't move. ”

Zhu Qiu's child's temperament, where did he think so much, he didn't even know what the fear in Mingkong's mouth meant, but when he heard that there was a fight, he was secretly excited in his heart. When his father was still in Yuezhou, he sometimes fought with Mingkong, and often let him watch from the sidelines, he just felt like dancing, chic and good-looking. Zhu Qiu got up excitedly and sat behind Monk Mingkong, his eyes flickering, looking impatient.

At this time, the candles up and down the Fang Mansion were bright, and the lantern torches were brighter than the day, and even some places where no one usually went were hung with a few lanterns. After a while, more than a dozen Kong Ming lanterns rose one after another, and even the roof was clear. In the whole house, there may only be the Buddhist hall of the monk Mingkong, which is slightly darker.

The hustle and bustle of the night gradually subsided, and slowly, only the screams of twitching could be heard in the treetops, which made people's hearts tighter and tighter.

The gate in the front yard suddenly slammed, and everyone's hearts shrank and loosened for no reason, shrinking because they were frightened, and loosening because they finally came. People are not afraid of things, they are afraid of waiting.

Fang Shouxin waved his hand, several guards stepped forward with knives, and slowly approached the gate, and several teams of Western muskets commanded by Fang Shouli were also loaded, and the muzzles were aimed at the gate.

Unbeknownst to him, a few words of French muttered at the door. Yuezhou is a newly occupied colony by the French, and it is not surprising that some people speak French, but strangely, when they open the door, there is a group of French soldiers in front of them. Everyone couldn't help but scold in their hearts, these Gallic chickens were just a waste of everyone's nervousness.

The leader was a French ensign, who looked into the courtyard and was startled, only to see that the courtyard was open and open, and there were white dazzling blades everywhere, and there was a row of black muzzles, aiming straight at him.

The second lieutenant's face turned pale, and he muttered a few more words, and then Fang Shouli also saw it, so he came over and muttered a few words in French. The second lieutenant talked to Fang Shouli for a few rounds, shook his head and left.

Fang Shouli turned around and said loudly: "It's okay, the French saw the bright hall here, thought we had a banquet, and wanted to come over for a drink." I've sent them away. ”

There was another scolding in everyone's hearts.

Fang Shouli hurriedly walked to his father's side and said in a low voice: "Father, the Frenchman heard about Ruan San'er in the morning, came to check, although I coaxed them away, but listening to the second lieutenant's meaning, they may not leave immediately." ”

Fang Xianzhong nodded and did not speak. But it is not a taste in my heart. It turned out that this morning, after Hu Laosan heard about Ruan San'er, he didn't come to Fang's house, and only sent a small attendant to say that he was sick. The wind knows the grass, and the board sees the loyal ministers. This Hu Laosan has always been close to the Fang family, and he usually has to exchange courtesies, but today the Fang family was in trouble, so he turned around and left. And this Frenchman, although he usually has some contacts, are all official, and have never had deep friendships, but at this time he hurried over, it is really like paper, thin and thick is difficult to know.

Master Fang sighed for a moment of vicissitudes of life in his mind, and he didn't realize that after the French left, the knowledge on the tree gradually disappeared, and he didn't know that the lights around Fang's Mansion were gradually extinguished, and it was as if heaven and earth were born when the universe was desolate, silent, dark, only Fangfu was brightly lit, straight into the sky. This time, it is in response to a poem of the sages: the wild path is dark, and the river boat is bright. This Fang Mansion is a ship sailing in the wind and waves in the dark, guarding a glimmer of light.

But the light did not last long. A gust of wind blew, although it was the hot season in Yuezhou, someone actually fought a cold war, and saw that the black clouds covered the moon, and it actually looked like it was going to rain. There is a hot-tempered one, and he will scold his mother when he opens his mouth. But when I opened my mouth, I realized that I couldn't make a sound. At this time, the front door was violently shattered into powder, and everyone saw that the lantern on the front eaves was broken and extinguished, and then they felt that along the front door, a coercion invaded the courtyard if it was tangible. The lantern torches on the branches of the rockery in the front yard are extinguished one by one from far and near, as if the wind is gently pushing the darkness forward. The darkness opened a long wall, pushing closer and closer, and pressed towards the people. Everywhere the long wall passed, there was no sound and the lights were extinguished. The wind continued to blow forward, blowing through the first few courtyards that stood at the front, and those few people were silent, as if their bones had suddenly been sucked out and withered into piles of flesh.

Seeing such a strange scene, not only the nursing home of the Fang Mansion was stunned one by one, but even the three brothers Fang Shouxin, who had always been brave, Fang Shoude, and Fang Shouli, who were wise, were also at a loss. I thought that the door was cleared, everyone knife to knife, gun to gun, even if they died, they could fight a few, vigorously. I didn't know that what I encountered was such an inhuman strange thing, so that your blood was sprinkled with no place, and it was persecuted.

The wind blows the black wall, which seems to be slow but fast. Among the crowd were those who were clever and wanted to turn away but couldn't pull their legs, and those who were timid wanted to open their mouths to shout to the sky, but they couldn't make a sound. At this time, it was said that it was too late, but a figure suddenly jumped out of the front hall, but it was Fang Wanrong who rushed forward, and his hands made a few strange gestures in a row during the run, running to the front, which could be compared with the black wall, Fang Wanrong reached out and took off the sachet on his waist, and sprinkled it in his hand, only to see pieces of golden lotus petals condensed in the air, seemingly chaotic, but if you look closely, they are connected as a whole, and they are scattered, and they are like a wall. That coercion, when it reached the petals, was stunned.

Taking advantage of this stagnation, Fang Wanrong turned around and shouted at everyone: "All retreat to the door of the front hall!" This is the secret method of the Xuanmen, be careful! ”

Someone laughed softly in the dark, and the voice should have been a young man. Then I heard an old voice say, "Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers? If you don't enter the level of the product, you dare to come out and show your eyes? Another old voice faintly continued: "It seems that the Zhu family is really withering, so let's understand the century-old enmity tonight." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the coercion was getting thicker and thicker, just now it was just a tangible substance, but now it is getting thicker and thicker, and gradually it is like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, glowing with scales. Fang Wanrong stood in the courtyard, struggling to support, the beads of sweat on her face, and the waterfall rolled down. The golden lotus petals condensed in the air, sandwiched between the two forces, first appeared a few cracks, followed by those far away from Fang Wanrong, as if they were pulled apart by life and shattered into several pieces. Seeing this, Fang Wanrong suddenly sat down cross-legged, bit her middle finger, and waved her hand, and the rain of blood was sandwiched between the petals. For a moment, the petals coexist with the rain of blood, separating light and darkness.

In the darkness, I heard the old man before me say again: "If you die, you will die, why bother holding on?" It's a lot of effort. After speaking, the dark cloud shook its head and shook its tail, and it turned into a dragon, and it hit head-on, and the golden flowers and blood rained down.

Fang Wanrong's face was pale, her hands connected to the magic trick, and she tried her best, but she only condensed the pollen in the air for another moment, at this moment, the oolong roared, and the tail swept sideways, Fang Wanrong's intuitive pressure was like a mountain, and she couldn't support it anymore, and the pollen suddenly fell into the sky - thinking about the flowers blooming at that time, the heavenly maiden loved mercy, but now it is just an instant, and it is scattered into mud. Fang Wanrong spit out a mouthful of blood, and her body flew out like a paper harrier with a broken thread in this rain of flowers. Fang Shouxin leaned forward, caught his sister, and as soon as he received his hand, he stepped back quickly.

Unexpectedly, the oolong was not in a hurry, stopped for a while, slowly dispersed the dragon form, and gradually faded away.

But seeing the darkness, three people slowly came out. The two old and the young, I think they are the three people who spoke just now.

Everyone saw that the old man was generally fat and thin, of medium stature, and in his fifties, but his face was full of red light and his spirit was strong. Just one with jet-black hair and one with snow-white hair. The young man in the middle, holding a folding fan in his hand, wearing a melon hat in his clothes, and wearing a jade jue around his waist, but at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he is very handsome and talented.

The young man arched his hand at everyone and said, "Qingmen, Aixin Jueluo Zaihong, I have seen you." ”

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, but they never thought that the person who resorted to the kind of black tricks just now was actually this elegant and handsome young man in front of him. I never thought that this young man was still a member of the Manchu royal family! At this time, Fang Xianzhong's voice came out loud from the front hall: "It's a guest from afar, and I invite my son to come in and talk." ”

Zaihong smiled and walked forward. Everyone avoided tigers and leopards and gave way to a large passage. Zaihong didn't think about it and stepped into the house.

Fang Xianzhong's heart was full of doubts, and he didn't understand why Qingmen wanted to show up. This secret method on the rivers and lakes has always been known to only a few sects. His daughter can make the goddess scatter flowers, presumably it was also taught by his son-in-law Zhu Yizhou. When encountering such a secret method, ordinary people in the rivers and lakes can't escape, so they can only wait to be killed. Fortunately, those sects are extremely self-disciplined and do not attack ordinary sects. Since the Qingmen has already laid out the carriages and horses, and wants to kill the Fang family, why did he stop and speak when he had the upper hand?

Zai Hong came to the door, sat down by himself, stopped for a moment, stroked the folding fan with his hand, and without waiting for Fang Xianzhong to ask, he said first: "I heard that a few days will be the sixtieth birthday of Uncle Fang." I originally planned to wait for Uncle Fang's birthday and then bother him, but something suddenly happened at home, so I had to ask the master for forgiveness a few days in advance. ”

This bloody affair of destroying the door, in Zaihong's words, is like greeting each other between old friends.

Fang Xianzhong shook his head, smiled bitterly in his heart, and did not show weakness in his mouth, so he replied: "It's bothering the son." When people are old, it is no different if they have one more day or less day. The old man just didn't know, why did the son suddenly stop just now? ”

Zaihong smiled and said: "The vendetta of the rivers and lakes, although it is endless, there is no reason to implicate the innocent. Zhu Yizhou is not in the Fang family at the moment, and the grievances between me and the Zhu family do not have to involve the Fang family. Today's matter, if Abbot Fang can hand over the Zhu bloodline and the Mingkong monk, Qingmen will naturally not be embarrassed by the Fang family. ”

"When the old man saw his son, his intuition was unusual. I never thought that Childe would say such a thing, is it because he looks down on old age? Although the old man left the country at a young age and lived in this Yuezhou for a long time, he still couldn't do things that violated morality. If Childe stops, it is for this sentence, and Childe will be disappointed. The old family is not greedy for life and afraid of death. ”

Zaihong sighed slightly and said, "How light is one person! What a family! One person takes righteousness by suicide, but one person; A family values righteousness and neglects life, the family does not exist, and righteousness is attached? ”

"From the old age's point of view, one person is like a family, and there is no difference!"

Zaihong got up and arched his hand: "It's me Meng Lang." That being the case, then ......"

Before Zaihong could finish speaking, a voice suddenly shouted: "I don't want to die!" It's just a few children, what's wrong with handing it over? We can't beat it again, and it's not the same in the end?! ”

It turned out that everyone in the courtyard was crowded at the door to listen after Zaihong entered the house. When I heard that I could live, I was very excited. After a while, I heard that Master Fang had rejected Zaihong's proposal, and my heart suddenly went to the ice cave again. It's really what the storyteller said, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no way to break in hell.

Seeing that the two of them were talking a few words, they had already finished speaking, and Zaihong stood up and was about to leave. Thinking back to the terrible scene just now, the cowardly one was clearly bold at this time, mixed with the crowd, and couldn't help but shout out.

Hearing this shout, Zai Hong was happy, but Fang Xianzhong's face darkened. Inside and outside, there was silence for a while.

Zaihong chuckled and said: "Since Uncle Wang and his family disagree, so let's do it, I will leave a stick of incense time, you can discuss it carefully, after a stick of incense, let's make a calculation, it's not too late." ”

After speaking, he turned around with the two elders in black and white, walked out of the door, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.