Jin Shaoming's subordinates searched for three days and three nights at the bottom of the cliff, except for finding a mysterious pool of blood, they did not see any trace of Mu Lingyun, and Mu Lingyun seemed to have disappeared from the world suddenly, and there was no news.

Zuo Xiangyang woke up every day and went to the place where Mu Lingyun disappeared, at first he was looking for it, but then he really couldn't find it, he began to wait, wanting to wait for her to appear, which lasted for two months, and finally was knocked out by his father and brought back to Liangcheng.

Zhan Guard woke up after being in a coma for five days, he told Jin Shaoming that Mu Lingyun was safe and sound in the carriage when he passed out, and he didn't know what happened after he passed out, there were no useful clues at all, and under several blows, Jin Shaoming spit out a mouthful of blood and fell.

After Ziyang's doctor's diagnosis and treatment, the wound on Jin Shaoming's leg was too deep, hurting the meridians, and he didn't listen to persuasion, he had to go down to the ground when it was time to lie on the bed to recuperate, so that the wound became more and more serious, and in order to fully recover, Jin Shaoming had to ensure that his feet could not walk for a long time.

This result surprised the subordinates who followed Jin Shaoming, and from this time on, Jin Shaoming sat in a wheelchair to recuperate.

Time passed, spring went to autumn, and three years passed in the blink of an eye, and in these three years, Jin Shaoming settled in Ziyang, either on the city wall overlooking the Eastern Jin Dynasty, or in the place where Mu Lingyun disappeared, staying all day.

Jin Shaoming was on the city wall of Ziyang as usual, nostalgic for the days when he accompanied Mu Lingyun to watch the Eastern Jin Dynasty on the city wall, and a familiar voice came from behind him: "I guess, you must be here"

Jin Shaoming didn't need to look back to know who the owner of this voice was, it had been three years, and he had to listen to it a few times every year, and he couldn't forget it, and said: "This year, you came early."

The person standing behind Jin Shaoming laughed, strode to his side, and his handsome face was Zuo Xiangyang, who was stunned by Zuo Guangji's hand knife, and said: "I just finished a dart, not far from Ziyang, I'm here."

Jin Shaoming pursed his lips and was silent, in his eyes, Zuo Xiangyang was a kraft candy that couldn't be shaken off if he stuck to his body, and every year he would take a period of time to Ziyang to disturb his originally peaceful days, just like now.

Zuo Xiangyang can be regarded as knowing Jin Shaoming for three years, although he still doesn't know Jin Shaoming's identity and name, but Zuo Xiangyang can be said to know everything about his stinky temper, seeing that he doesn't speak, he knows that he is disgusting himself, he shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said: "It's been three years, don't you have to go home?" ”

Jin Shaoming's eyes changed slightly because of his words, his lips opened slightly, and he murmured: "Go home, where is she, where is my home"

Zuo Xiangyang's eyes were flat, and he suppressed a strong longing in his heart, he thought that his love for Mu Lingyun was no less than that of Jin Shaoming, but unfortunately, in order to hide his love at the beginning, he wanted to leave Mu Lingyun in the dart game, he agreed to Murong Wan'er's request to get married, and from that day on, he was no longer qualified to say his love.

Jin Shaoming sat on the city wall for a day, knowing that he couldn't see the Eastern Jin Dynasty when night fell, so he used his internal force to come down from the city wall, and the whole person sat in a wheelchair without moving.

Behind Jin Shaoming, Zuo Xiangyang had already changed from his surprise at the scene just now to his current habituality, and said: "Fame, your martial arts have improved a lot."

Jin Shaoming rolled his eyes at him bluntly, it is not a problem to go to the city wall in a wheelchair, and it is not a problem to know how to have some internal force, the fingers of his right hand moved slightly, and the guards waiting for the exhibition under the city wall stepped forward to push Jin Shaoming's wheelchair.

Zuo Xiangyang followed leisurely and said, "It's been three years, isn't your leg injury healing?" ”

Jin Shaoming glanced down and replied indifferently: "Okay"

Zuo Xiangyang froze in place with a sluggish expression, and after coming back to his senses, he caught up with him and said, "Since it's okay, then you are still in a wheelchair, it's not too troublesome."

The corners of Jin Shaoming's mouth were slightly hooked, and he spit out three words: "I'm willing"

His leg injury was indeed serious at that time, but it was not so serious that it could not be healed for three years, his leg injury had healed two years ago, but he had been in a wheelchair for a year, he was used to it, so he sat for another two years, so that people who did not know the inside story mistakenly thought that his feet were useless.

Zuo Xiangyang was very speechless for his answer, who doesn't want his feet to be sound and can walk, he just doesn't want to.

Zuo Xiangyang did his best to pester Jin Shaoming, wanting to get some things about Mu Lingyun's past from him, and under the same starry sky, in the world-famous Tibetan Sword Villa of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, a figure quickly climbed the wall and landed steadily.

This person is dressed in white clothes, holding a paper fan in his hand, and his handsome face has a male and female posture that is difficult to distinguish, this posture is like the appearance of a pretty son, if Jin Shaoming and Zuo Xiangyang are here, they will definitely find that this boy looks no different from Mu Lingyun who is dressed as a man.

Behind this handsome man, a person dressed like a small guy fluttered his limbs in horror and fell heavily to the ground in a strange posture.

When the pretty boy heard the voice, he hid to the side, covered his face and said, "Liu Qing, you are also a member of our Tibetan Sword Villa, why can't you even climb over the wall?"

was called Liu Qing's little maid by the pretty boy, grinning and rubbing the painful places on his body, and asked puzzledly: "Miss, is it a person from the Hidden Sword Villa, must be able to climb over the wall?" ”

As soon as Liu Qing's words came out, the pretty boy hurriedly ran to her side, covered her mouth, and reprimanded: "How many times have I told you, don't call me Miss anymore when you leave the villa, you have to call Childe, Childe!" ”

Liu Qing was frightened by the pretty boy, and nodded stunned, indicating that she knew.

It turned out that this handsome son was a master dressed as a man, her identity was great in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, she was the niece of the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, Lie Zhanping, the only cousin, named Lie Yi'an, and Liu Qing, who was dressed as a small maid next to her, was her personal maid.

Three years ago, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, who was out on errands, brought back a woman covered in blood and announced that he had brought back his niece.

At that time, Lie Yi'an was stabbed in the chest, his life was in danger, the owner of the village found countless famous doctors and holy hands to treat her, but unexpectedly saved her life, people couldn't wake up, after being in a coma in bed for a year, one day suddenly woke up, and when he woke up, he didn't remember anyone and things.

Lie Yi'an lost her memory and forgot everyone, but she did not forget her martial arts, and she often made trouble in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and the people in the villa were loving and angry with her, and when she talked about her evil deeds, she could talk about three days and three nights.

At this moment, Lie Yi'an took advantage of the inattention of the guards of the villa to run over the wall to the street outside, and said to Liu Qing: "Go, today the son will take you to see and see."

Liu Qing pursed his lips, he said this every time, can he change some new words.

Lie Yi'an took Liu Qing straight to the largest gambling house in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, at the door of the gambling house, Liu Qing desperately grabbed Lie Yi'an's sleeve and said: "Childe, Zhuang mainly knows that we enter the gambling house, he will kill us, and we have no money, Childe, why do we enter the gambling house?" ”

Lie Yi'an took the hand of the fan for a moment, put away the fan and gave Liu Qing a chestnut, and said: "You are stupid, can you still use your brain except to eat?" It is precisely because we have no money that we have to go to the gambling house, and what gambling house do we have the money to go to"

Before Liu Qing could figure it out, Lie Yi'an took the opportunity to break free from the hand she was holding, and flexibly entered the gambling house, Liu Qing, who couldn't stop her, could only stomp his feet and go in.

The owner of the casino is worried that she will suffer a loss, and has been strictly ordering Lie Yi'an not to enter the gambling house for half a step, but Lie Yi'an is a person who can play, and he promised on the surface, and drilled into the gambling house behind his back.

As soon as he entered the gambling house, Steward Zhang of the gambling house greeted him with sharp eyes, and said with a smile: "Third son, you haven't been here for a long time, how are you going to play today?" ”

Lie Yi'an waved his hand, pretending to be depressed, and said: "Alas, don't mention it, it's not the last time I was caught by my father, and I was punished by the family, so I just lay down at home to recuperate."

Liu Qing followed Lie Yi'an into the gambling house, and when she heard her words, she almost couldn't hold back her skills, she could see her young lady lying without making drafts, and she could also say that white was black and death was alive.

When Steward Zhang heard Lie Yi'an say this, he showed a little worried look on his face, and said: "Third son, the lobby is chaotic, there are many people, maybe someone will leak the news to the owner, why don't you two go upstairs to play this time?" ”

Lie Yi'an's eyes lit up, the goal was achieved, nodded and said: "Then Cheng, just go upstairs to play, this time Steward Zhang, you guard the door, don't be taken back by my father when the time comes, then I won't come next time."

"Third son, please rest assured"

Under the guidance of Steward Zhang, Lie Yi'an walked up to the second floor of the gambling house. The gambling hall is divided into floors, and the first floor is full of people on the ground floor who are fighting a little, and once you go up to the second floor, every bet is huge.

It was not as noisy as the first floor, but the second floor was quieter, and Lie Yi'an casually pushed open a private room, and the people in the private room stopped talking and looked at her.

If you talk about being thick-skinned, no one can compare to Lie Yi'an, obviously there are some people she doesn't know, she can also be cheeky, and said: "This son has nothing else but a lot of money, but this is the first time to come up on the second floor of the gambling house, can you take the younger brother for a ride?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the old foxes in the private room showed their sly eyes, enthusiastically pulled her to the table, and said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, it's just that the little brother looks at the eyes, I don't know which son?" ”

Lie Yi'an politely waved at them and said, "The little brother is not talented, he is from the Tibetan Sword Villa."

After the people in the private room heard Lie Yi'an's name, they all showed strange looks, and those who wanted to think carefully before also reconsidered it in their minds, among them was a man who was almost a son of Lie Yi'an, glanced at her, and said: "From the Tibetan Sword Villa, then which one are you in the Tibetan Sword Villa, don't be swaggering and deceiving in the name of the Tibetan Sword Villa at that time."