The spring breeze is soft, the lake is shining, the willows are still around, and the swallows are whispering, which is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Along the West Lake, there are mostly couples walking around, so one of the mother and daughter seems to be very incompatible. The mother walked precariously, and although she was dressed in bright satin clothes, her face was haggard and her expression was awkward. The daughter has a sallow complexion and a thin body, which is not beautiful, but has a temperament that is indisputable.

"Mother, you are not in good health, in the future, your daughter will come to Lingyin Temple alone to pray for her father!" The daughter's voice was gentle and beautiful.

The mother coughed twice before she could speak: "Praying to the gods is a sincere word, how can I let you do it alone?" Besides, I need to move around a lot with this disease. ”

In the eyes of others, this is an ordinary mother and daughter, but if their true identities are revealed, everyone will be shocked. They are the wives and daughters of Zhao Mingxiu, the overlord of Jiangnan, the lord of Chiba Mausoleum, no one would have thought that his wives and daughters would be so ordinary, because of this, their actions will be freer, because no one will notice them.

Zhao Mingxiu made a career in middle age, devoted himself to the ambition and hegemony, and married a wife only to pass on the lineage, and did not require his wife to show off her beauty or intelligence to help her succeed. But since Mrs. Zhao gave birth to her baby girl, she has not received a trace of care from her husband, and she has been neglected with her daughter, and her status is not as good as that of Old Man Zhao's left and right arms - Han Yuxiu and Sikong Rennan. But Mrs. Zhao is kind-hearted, loves the king more than herself, even if she is terminally ill, no one cares and takes care of her, she has no complaints, she serves the king as before, thinking that the old man kills too much, and will be punished by God, and she barely supports the sick body every day, and sincerely bows down in the Lingyin Temple, praying for the gods to forgive the old man's crimes.

"Mother, why are you doing this? Dad doesn't love us at all, you're sick like this, and he left you to go to the top of the moon, what kind of husband and wife is this, I don't believe that the world is really more important than your life? Miss Zhao wiped the sweat of her mother's pale face and hugged her on the other.

"In his opinion, the world is more important than my life, men can always be satisfied only in fighting, and women are only their appendages." Mrs. Zhao spoke weakly.

"No, there must be different men, they only love one woman in their lives, they will always be by the side of the woman, love her, take care of her, and even give their lives for her." Although she has denied her father, this supreme woman has not yet denied men.

Mrs. Zhao shook her head with a wry smile, her daughter was even more simple and romantic than she thought at the beginning, I was really afraid that she would not be happier than herself in the future.

At this time, the mother and daughter were stopped by two hateful-looking men.

The comers were a father and son, and it could be guessed from their similar appearances that their eyes were as big as copper bells and were about to fall out; the same hooked nose; There is a black mole the size of a bean on the left side of the face, and there are black hairs on the mole that drill out; And the same obscene smile and full of yellow teeth, it will definitely make people eat for three days.

Miss Zhao didn't seem to be good, so she hurriedly pulled her mother to the side, but was blocked by the father and son, one left and one right. Father's lewd smile stared at Mrs. Zhao: "You still have a bit of a look, it's better to follow the second master and me, and in the future, I will ensure that you eat fragrant and drink spicy food every day." ”

"Don't touch my mother." Miss Zhao stood in front of Mrs. Zhao.

"If I don't touch her, I'll have to touch you." The son was bolder than Lao Tzu, and he actually stepped forward directly to pull Miss Zhao's chin. "Go away!" Miss Zhao opened his hand.

"Yo, you're pretty good, little." The son and Lao Tzu glanced at each other, "Didn't you say that your father doesn't love you?" My father and son will love you, okay? The son and Lao Tzu approached the mother and daughter at the same time.

"Let me tell you, my father is Zhao Mingxiu, if you bully me and my mother, he will not let you go."

"If your father is Zhao Mingxiu, Lao Tzu will be Lu Qingyu." Where did the son still pay attention, and he didn't think about how many heads he had.

This father and son, who don't know the height of the sky, actually teased Zhao's mother and daughter on the street, but there were countless passers-by on the road, and no one stepped forward to help.

At this critical moment, a calm voice sounded from behind: "Let go of them." ”

The four of them turned around at the same time, and the person who spoke was a thin man who was not very tall, with handsome facial features, a clean cyan robe, and although he held a sword in his hand, he did not look like a strong martial artist.

The father and son believe that they still know a little kung fu, and they still have brute strength and are two people, of course, they don't take anyone in their eyes.

The father also learned from the appearance of a hero in the rivers and lakes and asked: "Boy, report your name, I won't kill the unknown junior." ”

"Chu Xingyun!" The man in Tsing Yi said word by word.

"What?" These three words do carry a lot of weight, which makes the arrogance of the father and son a lot less.

"Chu Xingyun, you...... Aren't you Lu Qingyu's senior brother! "My son's tongue is a little knotted.

"You should say that Lu Qingyu is my junior brother." Chu Xingyun interrupted angrily, "It's okay not to mention him, just mention him makes me angry." He pointed his sword at the two of them, "I just wanted to teach you a lesson, but now I want your lives." ”

The father and son didn't know whether they were intimidated by his sword qi or frightened by his words, so they both fell to their knees, and the son turned around his father: "Haven't you always thought that you are invincible in the world?" Why do you kneel too? "I...... I have weak legs. ”

"It's too late to kneel now." Chu Xingyun turned the sword body, and the sword qi overflowed from the end of the sword, thick and powerful, even in the body of a person with internal strength to protect the body, there will also be internal organs bleeding, not to mention such two scoundrels in the market? Only two screams were heard, and the father and son died.

"If such a person teaches him a lesson, why bother to kill more!" Mrs. Zhao shook her head and muttered.

"Mother, this Chu Shaoxia saved us! Why do you still say that. It's not a pity that such a bad person died. Miss Zhao was jealous and hateful, and shrugged her nose disdainfully at the two corpses.

"Now the world is not peaceful, this kind of deception and fear of evil are everywhere, Mrs. and Miss should bring more entourage when they go out in the future." Chu Xingyun didn't wait for Miss Zhao to thank her, then turned around and left in a hurry.

"Chu Shaoxia, where can I tell the house, the little girl is good to come to thank you."

Chu Xingyun didn't look back, let alone pay attention, just went his own way, but there was a smile on his face.

For several days to come, Chu Xingyun's figure lingered in Miss Zhao's mind. This lonely woman, always tired of the world, has long been tired of the bloodshed and strife in the rivers and lakes, living a sad and sad life, but she is constantly longing and fantasizing, hoping to find a pure and beautiful love, can stay away from the rivers and lakes with her beloved, avoid disputes, and die together in ordinary and happy ways. The appearance of Chu Xingyun made her feel that her dream was not far away, and she wanted to see Chu Xingyun again so much that she would break the strings when she played the piano and prick her fingers when she embroidered. She could only keep painting Chu Xingyun's portrait, and only in this way could she suspend her lovesickness.

On this day, Miss Zhao went to the temple fair alone, she hoped that Chu Xingyun would also go, and then she could meet her there, but naturally she hurried back disappointed, because what there was there was only a sadness and excitement, everyone there was accompanied by a family member or a lover, although they were not too rich and powerful, but everyone had a happy smile on their faces, because they knew that they were not alone in this world, and there were always people who cared about themselves.

There were many storms in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rain began to fall, but the poor woman did not bring an umbrella, so she could only take shelter in the gazebo of the ferry, and her clothes were still wet by the rain that drifted in.

At this time, there was a lone boat floating on the river, but it had fallen into the middle of the water. Miss Zhao knew that it was unlikely to let it come back, but she still symbolically called "boatman" twice, and seeing that the boat did not mean to sail back, she also gave up completely, and stood at the ferry in a daze, not even returning to the gazebo, because the result of sitting there is the same as standing here.

Suddenly, there was no longer rain dripping on her head, and Miss Zhao looked up to see that it was an oil-paper umbrella that sheltered her from the rain, and the person holding the umbrella for her was the person she wanted to see the most - Chu Xingyun.

Miss Zhao was so excited that she couldn't speak, she just looked at Chu Xingyun and smiled, could it be that this man was really the one sent by God to save her? Isn't this all fate?

"Get on board!" Chu Xingyun handed the umbrella to Miss Zhao and plunged into the rain again. He got on the boat first and helped Miss Zhao up.

In the cabin, the two looked at each other and were silent for a long time, and the panting of the boatman's rocking of the boat could still be faintly heard.

Miss Zhao's clothes were all soaked and stuck to her body, and the gauze as thin as a cicada's wings penetrated through, and the bright red belly pocket could be vaguely seen, Chu Xingyun saw that a strand of Miss Zhao's hair was hanging down against her neck, and the rain on it went down into her undulating chest, and she was busy turning her face, and Miss Zhao also blushed and looked for something to cover it in embarrassment. Chu Xingyun said: "I'd better go outside!" After saying that, he got up and walked to the bow of the boat, and stood with the boatman in the wind and rain.

Miss Zhao thought that this Chu Shaoxia was really a decent gentleman, she looked at his back carefully, he was not tall, but he was very resolute. She finally picked up the umbrella beside her, walked out of the cabin, and stood side by side with Chu Xingyun. Chu Xingyun wanted to take the umbrella and let Miss Zhao enter the cabin, but she didn't let go, because Miss was determined to fight the wind and rain with him. In this way, the paper umbrella is supported by two hands, like a happy little home that has just been propped up.

On the surface of the river, the smoke and rain are drenched, the water is blooming, and the clusters of shy white lotus flowers are nodding frequently by the rain, as if they are recognizing the two people who look like lovers on the bow of the boat, and the wind also acts as a matchmaker, blowing their clothes almost together, which is in response to the sentence "There is a fate to meet thousands of miles". But I don't know if such a beautiful scenery is as unattainable as a dream bubble, and whether the so-called thousand-mile marriage is just the wishful thinking of a deep boudoir woman.

When crossing the Qiantang River, it was already night, and there were still several miles to go back to Qianye Tomb, so Chu Xingyun asked Miss Zhao: "If Miss doesn't dislike it, you can go to the cold house for a night." "That's all there is to it." Miss Zhao's answer sounded a little coquettish, "My name is Zhao Xihua, you can call me by my full name or the last two words." ”

Chu Xingyun's premises was a simple thatched hut, surrounded by jagged fences, and piles of straw branches were piled everywhere. The house was dusty and cobwebbed, and it didn't look like a place where people often lived. Zhao Xihua noticed that although the place was not clean, the various portraits of the people hanging on the walls were well protected as if they had just been completed.

"For people like me, home doesn't mean much, it's just a safe haven when I'm hurt or physically and mentally exhausted, and I've been running, challenging and learning since my debut, and sometimes I don't set foot here for a year or two." Chu Xingyun handed Zhao Xihua a bag of clothes.

"Are you challenging those people? But they all died. Zhao Xihua didn't want to ask about the painting, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity, she really wanted to know about this man.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because there are a few I know, for example, the young man with a double fan, he is known as the 'flying knife in the fan' Qin Sanlang, and the bearded man who carries the big knife, is known as the 'snake bone ring knife' Mu Chen, it is said that he uses a knife in a knife, and when the big knife is thrown out, it will lead to nine ring knives, like a snake." Zhao Xihua said like a few treasures.

"They all died by my sword, and it was their deaths that made me famous, so I want to keep their portraits well as a sign of gratitude to them."

Zhao Xihua thought that this Chu Xingyun was really a different man, his purpose was only to be the number one sword in the world, so Qianye Ling was definitely the place where he could display and achieve his dreams, but when his father came back, he recommended this person to him. If Chu Xingyun works for Qianye Ling, he will be able to face him day and night in the future, and with his extraordinary martial arts, he is bound to surpass Sikong Rennan. Thinking of this, Zhao Xihua couldn't help but smile.

"Let's guard the door for the girl! The house was shabby, and the girl had to be grieved for the night. Chu Xingyun picked out the wick and sat on the ground outside the door. Zhao Xihua looked through the broken paper window, and was facing him with a worried face, she suddenly wanted to be the one who shared his worries, but immediately blushed again, and just quickly changed into dry clothes.

Next.

Chiba Mausoleum.

Duanhua Garden.

Mrs. Zhao's bedroom.

"You kneel for me!" Mrs. Zhao has never spoken so harshly to Zhao Xihua as she does now.

"Famous ladies, showing up, staying overnight and not returning, what is this like, if it spreads, what will others think of Chiba Ling, how will they look at me, do you learn three from four virtues in vain?"

"Mother, it's not what you think, Chu Shaoxia is a good person, he really just spent the night like that, and we were innocent." Zhao Xihua knelt on the ground, she was very sad that Mrs. Zhao had wronged her like this and didn't understand her, but she was afraid that she would be angry.

"Even if it is innocent, it will be rumored by others that it is not innocent."

"Do you care so much about the eyes of the world?"

"People live in the eyes of the world all their lives, how can they not care?"

"Mother, let's not talk about this for now, I brought Chu Shaoxia as a guest to thank him well, you can't put people aside! Even if you don't like him, you have to go out and say hello! Zhao Xihua used both soft and hard to move Mrs. Zhao.

But after a few words of greeting, I saw that the people in the mausoleum were all running towards the main hall of Luoxuan in a hurry, and Zhao Xihua hurriedly called a small servant: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" The little guy said: "Five people from the Tianshan Sword Sect came, saying that they wanted to challenge the Chiba Tomb, but they didn't even send a post, so they came to the door, threatening to remove the gold plaque of the Chiba Tomb's 'No. 1 in the South of the Yangtze River' if they couldn't win them." Steward Liu now summoned the people to meet in the hall. ”

"What a guts." Mrs. Zhao slapped the table hard, and coughed again.

"What to do? It's really not the right time to come, my father is not here, Yu Xiu and Ren Nan also followed, although there are Steward Liu and the nine masters, but they may not be able to beat those Tianshan people. Zhao Xihua was also anxious.

"Let's go to the hall first!" Chu Xingyun Dao.

"Hmm!" Zhao Xihua took Chu Xingyun's hand and walked to the hall.

Yunzhu ruthlessly spends intentionally, mistakenly pays infatuation, and drizzles in the year; Young is only for heroic deeds, living up to good fate, green bamboo and green clothes. Looking back at the empty thoughts of the city, it is easy to become sad, and the heart is forgotten when it dies.