In the Huang Mansion, Fang Shuo wanted to speak several times, but in the end, he still didn't say anything.

Since Song An's death involved the monks on the mountain, Fang Shuo felt that it was better for Huang Xingmao not to know. For him, instead of being victimized, let Song An die in this inexplicable fire.

After saying a lot of words, Huang Xingmao seemed to be tired, and he sat on the chair with his head down and fell asleep.

At this time, the housekeeper of the Huang Mansion came over to Fang Shuo and said, "Young Master Fang, please come with me." ”

After retiring from Huang Xingmao, Fang Shuo followed the housekeeper of the Huang Mansion to a side hall.

On the wooden table in this side hall, there were many calligraphy and painting scrolls, just as Huang Xingmao said, he gave Fang Shuo all the hard work he had spent half his life on.

The housekeeper of the Huang Mansion said: "The master said, these things have been given to Fang Gongzi, please take them." ”

Fang Shuo accepted these calligraphy and paintings, tied them together, and made them into a big burden.

Out of the gate of the Yellow Mansion, Fang Shuo looked back at the Yellow Mansion again.

The housekeeper of the Huang Mansion slowly closed the door, and only lowered his head and said, "Young Master Fang, take care." ”

After leaving the Huang Mansion, Fang Shuo returned to the inn in silence.

As soon as he entered the room, Fang Shuo put down the burden on his back and sat on the bench without saying a word.

Thinking of what Huang Xingmao said to himself, Fang Shuo felt a lot.

Huang Xingmao said that he was obsessed with calligraphy and painting and was a lonely person. Then Song An is obsessed with jade, isn't he also a lonely person? Perhaps, it is precisely because the two of them are weirdos in the eyes of others and both experience loneliness that they have become each other's confidants.

And what about yourself? Except for Li Yanchao, the old drunkard, except for He Yan, who is tired, isn't he a lonely person?

Leaving Xiaogushan, leaving Lingquan, leaving Donghaizhuang, leaving Dongwang Town, leaving Jiuhuan Island, and leaving a group of friends, he himself has become a lonely wanderer.

I remember that I once joked, saying that I would live my whole life in Lingquan. Unexpectedly, after He Yan met Mei Yiqing, he desperately wanted to practice, and he really took him to Xiaogu Mountain and worshiped Li Yanchao.

In Donghaizhuang, Qingzhou, Na Huo Changkong went on a killing spree, and Mei Yanhuan did not hesitate to fight for his life for the East China Sea Alliance. What about yourself? He also sacrificed his life to accompany the gentleman, and let go of his hands and feet to fight side by side with him.

Then, in Yunmengze, in the Nine Rings, he also shot. Even, for the relics of the Xuanshuang real person of Cuifeng Mountain, he made a deal with the Fu family with the Taoist book and jade slip.

I remembered that I always told He Yan not to be impulsive in case of trouble, but to be calm. But judging from now, it turns out that he is also a hairy boy who is only twenty-three years old.

As the old saying goes, you should do what you should do at what age. If you continue to practice like this, you will have no problem living for two or three hundred years. But if he really reached the age of two or three hundred years, would he still do it like he did when he was in his twenties? Who knows? Maybe, maybe not. In the future, let's wait until I am really two or three hundred years old to think about it.

Now, this trip to Jingzhou, which only belongs to him, has just begun.

Getting up and coming to the window, Fang Shuo pushed it open to take a look, the heat outside the house was rising, and the cries were noisy. I can't believe that now it's a night over, and a new day has arrived.

Leaving the inn, Fang Shuo went straight to the bronze shop he had been to once last time.

As soon as he saw Fang Shuo, Lao Chang smiled and said, "Young Master Fang, you are here." ”

Fang Shuo said: "The three-day period has passed, come down to pick up the goods." ”

Lao Chang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've already built what Childe wants." ”

Hearing this, Fang Shuo thanked and said, "Thank you, this is the rest of the money." ”

Lao Chang smiled and took the silver, turned around and shouted, "Stone, bring the things that Gongzi has ordered." ”

"Oh, here we are." In response, the stone brought something wrapped in an oilcloth.

"Shhh Shi handed Fang Shuo the thing wrapped in oilcloth, and said curiously, "I've never heard of anyone trying to build this ghost thing, you don't have to be too heavy, how good it is to use wood." ”

Hearing this, Lao Chang frowned and scolded: "Stone, what are you talking nonsense, hurry back." ”

Hearing Lao Chang scold himself, the stone first pressed his eyelids, then stuck out his tongue, and made a grimace at Fang Shuo and Lao Chang respectively, and then ran back.

Seeing this, Lao Chang pointed to the stone and said, "Hey, this kid doesn't understand the rules at all." ”

Weighing the weight of the oilcloth bag, Fang Shuo saluted and said, "Thank you, sir, I will say goodbye." ”

Lao Chang smiled and said, "Okay, Fang Gongzi, please go slowly, what do you want to do next time." ”

Without looking back, Fang Shuo only waved his hand and left the bronze shop.

The Song Mansion suffered such a tragedy, the Song family did not even have a mourning hall, and Huang Xingmao and the neighbors contributed money and efforts to build a cemetery for them in a deserted suburb in the south.

After waiting for everyone to pay their respects, Fang Shuo came here. With the wine from Nanxiang Tower, Fang Shuo poured a glass for Song An and placed the entire wine jug in front of the tombstone.

Fang Shuo bowed and said in a low voice, "Mr. Song, today, Fang Shuo is here to say goodbye to you. The January period was urgent, and Fang Shuo could not stay here any longer. As for who the monk on the mountain was, Fang Shuo didn't know. Therefore, please forgive Fang Shuo for his incompetence in the matter of the Song Mansion, whether he can seek justice for this matter can only depend on the will of heaven. At this point, whether the evil fate has ended, the providence is faint, and no one knows. If you can, if you know, please keep cursing him and resenting him. In the dark, everything has its own ghosts and gods to listen to. ”

After speaking, Fang Shuo said to those who died in the fire of the Song Mansion: "Everyone, your life is over, what can you do about it, I hope that there is really that reincarnation in the world, which can help you liberate." ”

With that, Fang Shuo bowed and turned to leave.

In the Huang Mansion, Huang Xingmao sat in the pavilion of the water pavilion, watching the yellow willow in the courtyard fall leaves. And the butler stood by, waiting.

At this time, Huang Xingmao said: "At this time, Lao Song has already entered the ground. ”

The butler replied, "Yes, sir, it has already been buried in the ground." ”

Huang Xingmao said with a smile: "If I die, bury me and Lao Song together." Under these nine springs, if Lao Song can only be alone in a daze with those broken stones, then he will not be bored to death. If I go, I can still be with him and have a good drink together. ”

Hearing his words, the butler did not speak, only lowered his head and sighed silently.

The yellow willow withered leaves drifted away with the wind, fell into the pavilion of the water pavilion, and also fell on Huang Xingmao.

Raising his head, the housekeeper saw this scene, and when he just wanted to speak, he suddenly found that something was wrong with Huang Xingmao, and he suddenly exclaimed: "Master, master." ”

But Huang Xingmao didn't respond, he was already dead.