Thinking of Bi Qing and the things related to him, the gloomy clouds that afternoon, the thin snake-like blood flowing from the spine of the sword in front of the White Pot Waterfall, the heavy color of the usually gentle junior face smeared with hatred, and his unwillingness and resentment before his death, are still vivid. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Xin looked at his right hand, it was the right hand that held the sword and killed the enemy without the slightest hesitation, and it was still the same at this moment.

What happened between him and Bi Qing, Qin Xin can be said to be worthy of his heart.

The revenge of killing brothers has its own position. As for the success or failure of revenge, it is the law of the jungle. And according to the current laws of the empire, Qin Xin couldn't even defend too much.

He did what was considered right, and he survived as a strong man.

Bi Qing was an orphan and often went into the forest alone to practice. Qin Xin originally thought that no one would find out about his disappearance anytime soon. Teachers and students in the Forestry Department of Dongda University have signed exemption agreements with the university, and it is not uncommon for students to go missing when they enter the forest alone. But Qin Xin didn't expect An Jing to put down his training because of Bi Qing's disappearance, search the periphery of Xue Posen, and find the bamboo sword that he broke and buried in the hills.

"That guy is really too serious."

Qin Xin walked on the road leading to the tea room belonging to the tea ceremony club on the campus of Dongming Forestry University, the place agreed by Anjing was not far away, and Qin Xin's footsteps were not fast.

In the slightly sluggish passage of time, a young man in a black tracksuit pacing down the road is trying to tighten the jumble of lines called thinking and ask himself questions.

After leaving the White Pot Waterfall that day, Qin Xin did not apply for the police to intervene immediately, but pretended that everything was calm and nothing happened and returned to the White Rabbit Village, which was not a wise move, and now he was asking himself why he did that.

Recalling all the pictures related to Bi Qing, not only the waterfalls and hills under the clouds that day, but also the shadow of the Wen Wenwen brother with a slightly shy smile on the first floor of the Santian Pavilion in the Winter Great Kendo Club cannot be erased.

After being repatriated by the Forest Patrol Department, Qin Xin originally wanted to devote himself to the kendo, but the Dongda Kendo Club, which was full of newcomers, made him feel very unfamiliar. The hand holding the sword also became jerky. At that time, it was the sweat towel and the daily warm greetings handed by Bi Qing that made him gradually adapt to the alienated kendo club, and gradually woke up from the nightmare of killing day after day.

Now that I think about it, it was just the avengers' calculations. But if Qin Xin wanted to abandon those scenes, he hated them deeply...... He also struggled to do so.

Feelings are not something in the palm of your hand, you can knead them round and flatten at will.

You're going to fall in love with the people you hate, and you're going to hate the people you should love. Indescribable, strange and contradictory, but if it is sincere, it is hopeless, and there is no innocent death.

If you are in such a mood, there is no way.

Qin Xin can tell An Jing the truth, tell him what kind of failed avenger Bi Qing is, and how he killed him and his brother, and how he is worthy of his heart.

Just like his father Qin Ye, he bullies the weak and condescendingly gives others a cold and boring reality, rough and ruthless.

Killing Bi Qing is indeed worthy of his heart.

"But there are some things that I don't want to tell others......"

Qin Xin put away his right hand and put it back in his pocket, walking around the campus at a normal pace.

The figure of his father in his mind was waved away by his shake.

"Cut, who wants to learn from the kind of middle-aged man who is over forty years old and is still disgusted by his daughter......"

opened the paper door of a compartment in the tea room of the Winter Tea Ceremony Society, revealing An Jing sitting solemnly waiting. An Jing was unusually tall, his eyes were fixed, and he sat there like a stone statue.

This compartment is Sakurajima-style and was built in strict accordance with the principles of the tea ceremony, "harmony, respect, purity, and silence". The roof is made of rice straw, the walls are adobe, the columns are logs, the cornerstone is made of uncut rough stones, and the interior is not decorated, and the main color is the color of rotten leaves.

In the space of four and a half tatami mats, it is extremely simple and quiet.

Qin Xin walked in and closed the paper door and sat down opposite An Jing.

"Tell me about what you found."

An Jing picked up the long wooden box beside him, opened it and pushed it in front of Qin Xin.

Inside the box is a bamboo sword that has been folded into three sections: three feet and nine inches, made of butterfly ink bamboo, weighing 600 grams, which is the one commonly used by Bi Qing.

An Jing waited for Qin Xin to finish reading, and then said: "I found it in the hills of Baihu Waterfall, and there was not the slightest trace left nearby, only these few broken bamboo swords, and there were traces of cleaning and wiping on the surface, and the fingerprints were very blurry, and they lost their value as clues. ”

Qin Xin looked at it and pushed the wooden box back in front of An Jing: "You just judged that Bi Qing had slept with the gods based on these broken swords that had no value as clues?" ”

An Jing groaned: "Bi Qing is the main substitute, at least he will participate in the individual competition, the national competition is about to start, but he didn't leave any information and disappeared in the snow podging, plus the broken bamboo sword buried in the hills...... I think this is an incident in which someone else has intervened, and Bi Qing is likely to have suffered an accident. ”

Qin Xin smiled: "If Bi Qing was killed, the murderer did not leave any trace of the corpse after dealing with the scene, but left a broken bamboo sword, and it was a high-grade product produced by the Quyu County Cultivation Pillar Workshop." Isn't it better for the murderer to take it away than to break it and bury it hastily in the hills? ”

"Maybe I was too nervous after committing the crime...... No, it's impossible to be too nervous to dispose of the corpse without a trace......"

An Jing broke free from his thoughts, looked up and saw Qin Xin's smiling expression, and said, "With the relationship between Bi Qing and the senior, if anyone knows something, it is you, senior." Senior, do you know something? ”

Qin Xin said: "Haven't you thought about it, is it Bi Qing's own broken bamboo sword?" ”

"Bi Qing's own broken bamboo sword?" An Jing was slightly surprised, and fell into thought again.

"Why did he do this......

Qin Xin took a sip of the teacup that no one cared about so far, and said, "There are some things that Bi Qing didn't think of telling more people, he was an orphan, and he didn't think that there would be someone like you who searched for his whereabouts after his disappearance...... However, if you tell someone who cares about him like you, he will probably not object.

Bi Qing is a very talented person, having talent means that he can obtain and control more resources, but he is also easy to be dominated by these resources, in the process of using talents, Bi Qing is a little trapped, you see this bamboo sword and then think of his usual clothes and food.

He entered the Department of Forestry because he wanted to make a difference in plant cultivation, but his extravagant life corroded him, and his material conditions were getting better and better, but his original intention was getting farther and farther away. He found out, he was in pain, and finally wanted to break free, so he cleaned and wiped the valuable bamboo sword one last time, broke and buried it, and went into the depths of the snow podson alone, just like the explorers of this country who have been interested in forestry for thousands of years.

I don't know when he'll be back, but he's actually back, isn't he? As a forest scholar, he is. ”

Qin Xin's right hand pressed An Jing's shoulder hard, and he was a little apprehensive about his words, but he still stared at An Jing's eyes calmly.

An Jing's shoulders relaxed: "Although it makes me a little angry without saying goodbye...... Bi Qing can repent and reform, and he is worthy of being a man in the forest. Thank you, senior, for telling me this, and I can finally let go of my worries and go all out to prepare for the competition. ”

Qin Xin let go of the hand that was holding An Jing's shoulder and slapped him on the back, and said with a smile: "What, there are only ten days left for the competition to start, haven't you kid done your best?" ”

An Jing smiled bitterly: "Last time I competed with my seniors, I didn't have to worry about everything, and my turn was big." Not to mention the tactical arrangement, at the beginning, the manager came to discuss with me the matter of customizing the competition uniform, bamboo sword and sensor protective gear, as well as sending the items for review, it was very troublesome, alas, it would be nice if Senior Sister Xiao Jia was still here. ”

"Xiao Jia, ......" Qin Xin thought of the same period when he experienced two competitions with him, the club manager and permanent deputy general of the team competition, who was known as "no matter how big or small, as expected", couldn't help but feel a trace of nostalgia and smiles.

"I can't help you with these things, I have to gather and go to Beijing in two days, come on." Qin Xin stood up and put on a posture of gearing up, "Let's go to the kendo club together?" It just so happens that the master will have nothing to do, and if the teacher approves it, he can instruct you in two moves. ”

"Then it is better to obey your orders, Lord General."

An Jing stood up with a smile and walked out of the tea room side by side with Qin Xin.

After a day of training, with the permission of Gao Shan and An Jing, Qin Xin's perception of his physical state became more and more accurate. There were only ten days left before the start of the competition, and he had no intention of continuing to search for the butterfly disaster. Not to mention the possibility of being injured and losing progress in the butterfly disaster, it is better to take the time to develop tactics that adapt to the current body just by relying on all kinds of unreliable campus weird stories to find the success rate of the butterfly disaster.

Although the campus of Dongming Forestry University is basically full of butterfly humans, after all, there are only tens of thousands of people, and the number of butterflies is insufficient, and the spiritual surge caused by it cannot create a lot of butterfly disasters.

Teikyo is a densely populated area with a high proportion of butterflies, so it shouldn't be difficult to find some moderately strong butterfly plagues with butterfly plague detectors, and there will be a gap of one or two days between each match during the tournament, and then it's good to find a way to improve the progress of making up for the conceptual weakness.

After taking a shower in the kendo club after training, the refreshing Qin Xin rode the butterfly energy motorcycle back to the White Rabbit Village, patrolling for a week, Yan Lan and Yi Che had not returned from the picnic and flower appreciation, but Gao Ling had already shrunk in the quilt in her laneway bedroom.

"Hey." Qin Xin called her, only to be swept up by the nest once.

Not wanting to speak, he understood what she meant, and withdrew through the door.

Zuo Ling is still not there.

Qin Xin sent a few letters to his lover as usual, only to get "I want you to take care of it." "Hmph." "Long-winded!" "Stupid." After waiting for the reply email, I made dinner for myself, Du Chuan, and Gao Ling in the kitchen. Feed yourself, feed the other two, and then go back to the bedroom with Zuo Ling.

The night came and went.

Qin Xin, who woke up the next morning, didn't remember much about what he did last night, he probably just read a book, went on the Internet, and was in a daze.

The single bed on the other side was empty, Qin Xin retracted his gaze, put on his coat and got out of bed, just wanted to go out, when suddenly there was a sound of tires rubbing the ground from the window, it was a car, and listening to the distance of the sound, the car had already driven to the courtyard of the White Rabbit Village apartment.

Qin Xin walked out of the hallway of the living room, and a black and gold car with a white license plate with the first word "Butterfly" was parked in the courtyard.

It should be a bus from the Central Butterfly Hall...... Qin Xin remembered the car he drove last time when his father's assistant Li Bailong sent him home, and the first place on the license plate was also a butterfly.

The driver got out of the car and bent down to open the door for the passenger in the back seat.

The first thing that poked out of the car was a cold white hairpin on the jet-black hair, the tassels made of silver birds were hanging down, the slender clogs fell to the ground, and Zuo Ling, who was wearing a plain blue-edged curly deep coat, walked out of the car with a few small paper bags.

The hem with blue moire decoration on the edge was wrapped around the dress for two weeks, and the triple wide sleeves were lightly wrapped in the hands, and this simple traditional dress was worn by Zuo Ling with a breathtaking slightly chilling beauty.

Before Qin Xin could speak to his lover who had returned from attending the Frost Bell Festival with his mother and sister in Jingshan City, the driver who had closed the car door just now suddenly flashed in front of Qin Xin, and the black shadow caused by his burly body pressed down, and slowly pulled out a bright red and burning bloody sword from behind him.