"The sound of rustling on the dried leaves is very similar to the scene of stepping on the snow after a heavy snowfall that year. There are no mountain ghosts at night in Taibai Mountain, and the strange books are really all conjured up by literati to deceive children. I don't know what's wrong with Uncle He's hand, it still hurts. By the way, although the big sister that day was weird, she kept smiling and crying, but she was really beautiful!" Chen Anzhi followed behind his father, thinking boredly. It has been thirteen days since I left Anqiu, and it is also the fifth day since I entered Taibai Mountain.

In the past ten days, Chen Qingshuang has already taken care of several waves of chasing soldiers. The good hand of the Broken Sword Guard, who was the first to catch up, ignored the order from the Jingshi side as long as he followed the whereabouts of Chen Qingshuang's father and son, and thought about catching Chen Qingshuang and his son and going back to ask for credit. But I don't want to think about why the Beijing Division Headquarters only dared to give such an order, and naturally the whole army was annihilated. When Chen Qingshuang fled, he didn't spare any hands, and his attack would only be more ruthless, and the dozens of pursuers of the first wave of Broken Sword Guards followed with great fanfare, and then disappeared silently in the waves like traces on the beach.

When the second group of Broken Sword Guards arrived at the place where they had been fighting, all they saw were severed limbs and stumps scattered all over the ground. The blood that flowed out dyed the yellow leaves of the ground red, and it was as tragic as this murderous autumn. There was still one alive mouth left, and the leader of the team, Song Quan, the "Goose Walking Knife", was cut off and hung on a huge pine tree. A branch sticking out of the tree stabbed roughly into the lute bone on one side of him, grinding away the flesh before piercing a large hole in the white bone. However, Chen Qingshuang sealed Song Quan's bloodline again, so as not to let him bleed to death. Song Quan's body hung alone, occasionally swaying back and forth like a pendulum when the mountain wind blew.

When he was rescued, Song Quan was already crazy, his eyes were wide, but he was like a dead man without a god. The nervous twitching of his face from time to time only slightly returned to a bleak vitality. The giant pine was shaved off a large piece of bark, and the four big characters "Lessons from the Past" were written with a cloth head dipped in blood. These four words, which were not murderous, were put together with Song Quan's tragic situation, which made the Broken Sword Guard, who arrived later, feel a chill. Now the Broken Sword Guard only dared to follow secretly ten miles away, but he no longer dared to step forward to provoke.

"Over the mountain range in front, you can reach Jizhou. Chen Qingshuang thought of this and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Jizhou already belongs to the boundary of the Northland, and no matter how powerful the Broken Sword Guard is in the Great Zhou, he will have some scruples when he arrives in the Northland.

"Anzhi, find a place to rest and recuperate, and continue to set off in an hour. Chen Anzhi was stunned and said, "Father, are you going to travel overnight today?" "Well, we all started to rest at this hour a few days ago, and we didn't set off until the next morning. Broken Sword Guard's dog nose is probably used to it. They weren't familiar with the terrain over here, and it was just a very good tracker who could hang us from afar. We were taken by surprise and set off overnight today, crossed the mountain in front of us, and arrived at Jizhou. Then you won't have to worry about this swarm of flies anymore. ”

Chen Qingshuang still has a layer of worry, after all, the escape time is too hasty, and there is basically no backhand to prepare, just take one step at a time. I'm afraid that if the time drags on for too long, when a few of the worship elders of the Broken Sword Guard come over, it won't be as easy as it is now. But naturally there is no need to talk to Chen Anzhi about this thought.

"Daddy, why did the people from the imperial court come to hunt us down?" Chen Anzhi, who was sitting on a piece of bluestone chewing dry food, saw the rare relief on Chen Qingshuang's face for many days, and couldn't help but ask this question that had been bothering him for a long time.

Chen Qingshuang was silent for a long time, and suddenly bowed respectfully to the north, turned around, and said with a smile: "An Zhi, there are some things that I was going to tell you when you are weak, but now that the situation has changed, it is better to say it at this time." Chen Qingshuang's next sentence directly made Chen Anzhi jump; "I'm not your biological father." ”

Chen Qingshuang gently patted Chen Anzhi on the shoulder, motioning for him to continue listening, "I still remember that a few years ago, when you asked me about being alone, I was furious on the spot. Mainly because I thought He Ying had seen something and instigated you to take my words. And the performance at that time was mainly for He Ying to see. Sixteen years ago, I was the left envoy of the lonely gate, and I have always been good friends with the king of Ji. ”

"On the eve of the battle of Taibai Mountain, King Ji's body was already dead. At that time, I was entrusted with one thing, let me disperse the soldiers of Jizhou, and take the subordinates who were willing to go with me to surrender to Cheng as today's son. He said that the world has been in turmoil for a long time, and now that his life is short, there is really no need to continue to add to the chaos. At that time, I was accompanied by a favorite concubine beside King Ji, who was already two months pregnant, and that was your mother. ”

As if he didn't see Chen Anzhi's stunned look, Chen Qingshuang continued: "In order to hide people's eyes, keep the only blood and blood of King Ji, and prevent the imperial court from being wiped out, I became close to your mother. Your mother is a priest of the Golden Moon Clan, and she used her clan's secret technique to cut off your breath for two whole months, so that you were born at the right time and not arouse suspicion. But after all, this kind of secret art is too dry, and as soon as you are born, your mother will die because she is too weak. Your weakness is also the root of the disease that fell at that time. ”

Chen Qingshuang felt the water vapor slowly filling up around her, frowned indiscerningly, and continued: "You can't call me daddy anymore in the future." As for me, I am also a close friend of your father, King Ji, if you want, you can call me uncle. ”

After a slight pause, Chen Qingshuang continued: "An Zhi, do you know why you were given this name. Chen Anzhi was shocked by the information he learned today, and his head turned into a piece of mush, and he shook his head blankly. Chen Qingshuang said: "Your name was given to you by your mother. Anzhi, Anzhi, takes the meaning of Anran. She wants you to live your life in peace. It's a pity that there are always people of one kind or another, for one reason or another, to disturb our peace. ”

When he said the last sentence, there was already a deep hatred in his tone. Chen Qingshuang pulled Chen Anzhi over, lifted his breath slightly, and pointed at the sword and waved it forward, and the water vapor that had been quietly surrounding was broken through a big hole, and the two quickly passed through the hole. There was a very slight muffled grunt in the distance.

The night suddenly darkened, and the moonlight, which had been a little pale white, was obscured by the thick clouds that came from nowhere, and it was like a thick black veil in front of me, and no matter how hard I tried to open my eyes, I saw a rich black like unmelted ink.

It seemed that the wind was blowing by, and the bare branches that had been soaked by the frost and snow were even more severe and pointed to the sky were broken, and then gradually dissolved in the drizzle that had slowly filled the surroundings at some point. However, whether it is wind or rain, it always dissipates quietly when they approach Chen Qingshuang's father and son.

Chen Anzhi didn't know how long he had been led, his legs were numb as if he had lost consciousness, and he just moved forward mechanically. It may have been only a quarter of an hour, or it may have been several hours, as if there is darkness ahead that will never get out, and people are discouraged and want to give up and resist. However, as long as he felt that Chen Qingshuang's footsteps in front of him were as stable as ever, step by step, he would dispel the fear in his heart that was slowly accumulating by this boundless darkness without a trace.

Chen Qingshuang's footsteps suddenly stopped, Chen Anzhi didn't steady, and hit Chen Qingshuang. Chen Qingshuang led Chen Anzhi to sit down on the bluestone, and said loudly to the night sky: "The wind and rain are like returning to the people in the night, the two predecessors of the Laoshan faction, I still have some friendship with the Du Zhangjiao of your faction, why bother fighting in this poor mountain and bad water, it is better to stop and go to Jizhou with Chen to drink a few glasses of water and wine, so that I can do my best to be a landlord." "There was no response, just the wind was stiffer and the rain was heavier.

"Daddy, what strange names these two seniors have, returning to people like a dark night?" Chen Qingshuang looked at Chen Anzhi dotingly: "Anzhi, didn't you say it, you have to call me uncle in the future." Returning to people like rain and rain is not the name of the two predecessors, this is talking about the two mastery of the Laoshan faction. "Wind and rain like obscurity" is said to be the art of calling the wind and calling the rain of Laoshan Mountain, the legend can summon the Gang wind above the nine heavens when practiced to the depths, and it can also lead to the water under the nine springs to turn into rain, the wind is dissolved, and the water of the Forgotten River destroys the soul, which is the most domineering. And 'Night Return' is a formation that allows you to return to your original position in the end no matter how you go. Anzhi, you see, isn't it the bluestone when we were resting before, it seems that we can't turn out before dawn" After speaking, Hengjian sat down next to Chen Anzhi on his lap.

The sound of the wind became more and more poignant, like ten thousand ghosts crying together, stimulating the ear drum to swell faintly. Xu had been in the dark for a long time, and his eyes had slowly adapted to the darkness around him. Chen Anzhi was horrified to find that the pouring rain around him was all black, falling to the ground, but it would not seep into the ground, and after accumulating for a long time, countless small pools of water bubbles and dirt were raised. The rain accumulates more and more, and slowly flows around the bluestone.

Outside the three-foot circumference of the bluestone, there is a faint sword qi released. As soon as the black rain touched the sword qi, it was like droplets of water falling on the burnt red steel, and only the sound of "snorting" was heard, and then it dissipated into nothingness. "As long as Daddy is there, you don't have to be afraid of anything. It may be that the experience of this day made him frightened and physically and mentally exhausted, Chen Anzhi snuggled up to Chen Qingshuang's side and muttered, "It's obviously my father, not my uncle." And he fell asleep in a daze.

Dongfang had begun to turn white, and Feng Xingkong's face became more and more blue, as if his entire face was covered with grass juice, and he felt that as long as he moved slightly, juice would flow down his chin. And Shangguan Yu, who was sitting cross-legged across from him, had a crystal white face that was getting more and more yellow, as if it had been turned from a piece of mutton fat jade to amber, revealing a thick ominousness.

This is a sign that the Laoshan school of exercises has been run to the extreme, and excessive consumption has begun to disperse the exercises. Rao is in such a situation, the two of them still look calm, and they don't seem to feel the danger of the upcoming Gong Dispersion. "Senior sister, I can't imagine that Chen Qingshuang's toughness is strong, and he can't be touched by the wind and rain this night. Now that both of our spells have been reversed by him, I'm afraid we'll be unlucky. When the sun rises, I will go against the luck of forgetting the river, and my sister will be able to ride the wind and escape at that time. ”

Shangguan Yu's eyes were tender, and he smiled. At this time, she was about to finish her work, the original black green silk gradually turned white, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes began to appear. But the charm and charm of this smile made Feng Xingkong, who was usually used to seeing Shangguan Yuqing's beautiful face, stunned. "Senior brother, back then, the teacher repeatedly explained that 'against the luck of forgetting the river, the spirit is gone', and you must not act rashly. The soul is destroyed, and there is no chance to escape into reincarnation and meet in the next life. If you are gone, even if my Shangguan Yu can live for another hundred years, what fun will there be. This place is also quite beautiful, if you and I can bury ourselves here, it will not be in vain. ”

Chen Anzhi was woken up by a faint human voice, rubbed his eyes, and saw that Chen Qingshuang was still sitting safely on the bluestone, and felt at ease for a while, so he turned around and looked around. Three thunderous sounds suddenly sounded in his ears: "Qingzhou Yuan does not return, welcome friends here, the rest are scattered!" When he drank to the last "The rest are scattered!", suddenly the rain stopped and the wind stopped, and a round of scorching sun jumped out from the side of the mountain, and the light that suddenly appeared made Chen Anzhi squint.

A middle-aged man who was round like a ball of meat rushed to his face, the man was dressed in splendid clothes and smiled. hugged Chen Anzhi and said to Chen Qingshuang: "Brother Qingshuang, the mountain road is rugged and difficult, it is better to go to my Qingzhou Mansion with my virtuous nephew to talk about the love between you and me who have not seen each other for many years." Chen Qingshuang slowly stood up from the bluestone, stumbled slightly, and immediately stood still. said to Yuan Bugui's jaw, "In this way, then there is Brother Lao Yuan." ”

Yuan Bugui let go of Chen Anzhi, turned to the north, and said: "Laoshan is closed to the empty couple, today is a big day for me and Brother Qingshuang to get together, and it is not appropriate to fight again." Please go back to Laoshan as soon as possible. Another day, I will personally visit Guishanmen to pay tribute to the two of you for their hospitality to my brother Qingshuang today. ”

Yuan Bugui's voice was like a clash of gold and iron, popping out word by word, revealing endless killing meaning. Feng Xingkong and his wife knew that if it weren't for Yuan Bugui's last shout to interrupt the duel between the two and Chen Qingshuang, they were afraid that they would have died at this time. He saluted Yuan Bugui from afar, and the two walked down the mountain with each other.