The causal connection is just a "habitual association" of people, who do not have it, and feel that they have become a burden to everyone, and forget that he himself has provided for everyone for a month. Novel www.し wxs520.com

His mind, full of distress, began to be active. He thought that the four people who had formed an irreversible friendship were all young, brave, hardworking, and positive, and that they should have other goals every day in addition to hanging out, practicing martial arts, and talking and laughing.

In fact, five people like them, who care about each other with all their hearts, from money to life, always support each other, never flinch, and make decisions together, whether alone or together, can be resolutely carried out, whether they attack in all directions, or in a concentrated attack, whether secretly or openly, whether from the tunnels or from the trenches, whether by stratagem or strength, they will surely be able to open a way to achieve the goal they want, no matter how far away the goal is, and how many difficulties and dangers there are。 And the only thing that made Fan Xiaoqi feel strange was that several of his partners didn't think of it at all.

He thought about it repeatedly, and even racked his brains seriously, trying to find this unrivaled force that the four people were screwed together

He believed that if he found this direction, just as Archimedes found a lever, this force could turn the whole world upside down!

This thought has been lingering in his mind repeatedly, but it has never come to fruition. A few more days passed like this, and one day, he moved to Nangong Wuji's room again.

At this time, Nangong Wuxian was sitting alone in a chair in a daze, Fan Xiaoqi seemed to see what he was thinking, so he asked him with a kind and amiable smile, "Hey, brother." What are you thinking? Say it, maybe I can help you with your worries. ”

So, Nangong Wuxian thought for a moment, chuckled and replied, "Then, let's fulfill your wishes." A friend of mine, a friend of mine, please hear me clearly!" Nangong Wuxian paused here and smiled gloomily, "An earl from my province, that is, the province of Berry, a noble earl, fell in love with a sixteen-year-old girl who was as beautiful as the goddess of love at the age of twenty-five. She was at the age of her innocence, but she revealed a fiery thought, not a woman's but a poet's, not a likable, but a fascination. She lives in a small town and lives next to his brother. Her brother is a parish priest. My brother and sister came to my hometown, and no one knew where they came from. When everyone saw that she was so beautiful and her brother was so religious, they didn't think to ask them where they came from. Moreover, some people say that they came from wealthy families. My friend is a local lord, and he can seduce her and forcibly possess her as he pleases. He is the master, who will come to help two strangers from other places? Unfortunately, he is a decent gentleman, and she married her. This idiot, this idiot, this fool!"

"Why do you say that? doesn't he love her?" asked Fan Xiaoqi.

"You'll understand in a minute. Nangong Wuxian said, "He brought her back to the manor and made her the number one noble lady in the province, and it should be fair that she was very worthy of her status." ”

"What happened?" Fan Xiaoqi asked with some impatience.

One day, she was hunting with her husband. Nangong Wuji's casual expression didn't change, but his voice was very low and he spoke quickly," she fell off her horse and fainted. The Count rushed to her rescue, and when he saw that she was suffocated by her clothes, he slashed them with a dagger so that she exposed her shoulders. Can you guess what's on her shoulder, d'Artagnan?"

"Can I know?" Fan Xiaoqi continued to ask.

"A lily. Nangong Wuxian replied, "She has a brand on her body!"

Nangong Wuxian drank a glass of wine in his hand in one gulp.

"It's terrible!" Fan Xiaoqi said loudly, "What are you talking nonsense?"

"I'm telling the truth, my dear, the angel turned out to be the devil. The poor girl used to steal. Nangong Wuxian looked at Fan Xiaoqi's eyes and said seriously.

"How did the Earl deal with it?" Fan Xiaoqi continued.

"The Count is a great lord, and he has the right to judge from top to bottom in his domain. He stripped the countess naked, cut her hands behind her back, and hung her from a tree. Nangong Wuxian continued.

"Oh my God! Nangong Wuxian! Wouldn't this make a murder case!" Nangong Wuxian shouted.

"Yes, a homicide case, nothing else. Nangong Wuji's face was as pale as a dead man, "However, it seems that this wine is not enough for me to drink." ”

He grabbed the last remaining bottle of wine, put it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp, like a normal man drinking a glass of wine. Then he rested his head on his hands. Faced with his appearance, Fan Xiaoqi felt terrified.

"This made me stop looking for beautiful, romantic, amorous women. Nangong Wuxian raised his head and said, but he didn't want to continue to tell the story of the earl. "Now God has given you the opportunity to put an end to such thoughts. Drink!"

"So is she dead?" Fan Xiaoqi asked in a somewhat indistinct voice.

"Then you still need to ask!" Nangong Wuxian replied, "Stretch out your wine glass." Eat ham, strange guy!" Nangong Wuxian shouted, "We can't drink more wine." ”

"So, what about her brother?" asked Fan Xiaoqi timidly.

"Her brother?" Nangong Wuxian asked rhetorically.

"Yes, what about the priest?" Fan Xiaoqi looked at Nangong Wuxian with curious eyes.

Nangong Wuxian paused for a moment and continued: "Oh! I'm going to inquire and want to hang him up too. However, he took the lead and left his position as the priest of the parish on the night of the first day and fled. ”

"At least figure out who this villain is, right?" Fan Xiaoqi asked with a smile.

"Probably the first lover and accomplice of that beautiful girl, a man with a head and a face. He presumably disguised himself as a priest in the hall, presumably in order to marry off his mistress so that she would eventually have a home. Let's hope this guy will be dismembered. Nangong Wuji's eyes were a little gloomy, and his voice revealed a faint hatred.

"Oh my God!!" The horrific story made Fan Xiaoqi stunned.

"Eat this ham, d'Artagnan, it tastes great. Nangong Wuxian cut a slice of ham and put it on the young man's plate. "It's a pity that there aren't even four such ham cellars. Otherwise, I'll drink fifty more bottles. ”

Such a conversation drove Fan Xiaoqi crazy. He couldn't listen any longer, so he put his head on the table, lay on the table and pretended to be asleep.

"Young people don't know how to drink now," Nangong looked at Fan Xiaoqi with pity and said, "However, this one is the best among young people." ”

The appalling thing that Nangong confided without a trace made Fan Xiaoqi stunned. However, there are still many things that are vague in the half-concealed confession. First of all, it was told to a half-drunk man by a completely drunk person. Although Fan Xiaoqi felt foggy in his mind after two or three bottles of Burgundy wine fell into his stomach, when he woke up the next morning, he remembered every word of Nangong Wuxian clearly, as if those words were imprinted in his mind when they came out of Nangong Wuji's mouth. All doubts made him want to understand things clearly. So he ran to his friend's room, determined to continue last night's conversation. However, he found that Nangong Wuxian had completely calmed down, that is, he had become the most shrewd and inscrutable character again.

Moreover, after Fan Xiaoqi shook hands with Nangong Wuxi, he first clarified his thoughts.

"I was very drunk yesterday, dear Fan Xiaoqi," Nangong Wuxian said, "I still feel uncomfortable today, my mouth is sticky, and my pulse is beating fast." I bet I must have said a lot of nonsense yesterday. ”

When he said this, he stared at his friend so firmly that he felt a little cramped.

"No," Fan Xiaoqi replied, "if I remember clearly, what you said was very ordinary." ”

"Well, that's weird, I thought I told you the saddest story. He looked at the young man as if to peek into his heart.

"Seriously," Fan Xiaoqi said, "I seem to be more drunk than you because I don't remember anything." ”

Nangong Wuxian didn't believe this, so he said again: "Dear friend, you won't fail to notice, everyone has their own drunkenness, sadness or happiness. As for me, when I am drunk, I am sorrowful. When I was a child, my stupid nurse poured a lot of tragic stories into my head, so now I love to tell them when I'm drunk. This is my disadvantage, the main one, and I admit that apart from that, my wine virtue is good. ”

Nangong Wuxian said these words extremely naturally, and Fan Xiaoqi's thoughts were a little shaken.

"Oh! it is true," said the young man, still trying to find out the truth, "it is so, I remember, I remember it as if in a dream, we talked about the hanging. ”

"Ahh ”

"Yes, yes," Fan Xiaoqi said again, "I remember, yes, that's ...... Wait a minute...... It's about a woman. ”

"Yes," Nangong Wuxian almost turned pale, "That's the story of my blonde, and every time I tell this story, I'm so drunk that I'm going to die." ”

"Yes, yes," Mr. Fan said, "is the story of a blonde woman, tall and handsome, with blue eyes." ”

"Yes, she was hanged. Nangong Wuxian said this in an unexpectedly flat tone.

"She was hanged by her husband, a lord you know. When Dardani said this, he stared intently at Nangong Wuxi.

"Alas, you see, how a person who unconsciously talks nonsense can affect the reputation of others. Nangong Wuxian shrugged his shoulders and said, as if he felt sorry for himself, "I don't want to get drunk anymore, Fan Xiaoqi's habit is too bad." ”

Fan Xiaoqi looked at him with a smile and was silent.

Nangong Wuxian suddenly changed the topic and said, "By the way, thank you for bringing me that horse." ”

"Do you like it?" asked Fan Xiaoqi.

"Yes, but it's not a hardy horse. Nangong Wuxian replied with a faint smile. He seemed to have forgotten all the sorrow he had just had.

"You're wrong, I've ridden it for less than an hour and a half, and it looks like it's only going around the wall. Fan Xiaoqi said.

"Ah, you make me regret it. Nangong Wuxian sighed lightly.

"Do you regret it?" asked Fan Xiaoqi in disbelief.

"Yes, I lost it. Nangong Wuxian shrugged his shoulders and explained.

"How did you lose?" Fan Xiaoqi asked.

"Here's the thing: I woke up at six o'clock this morning, and you slept soundly. I had nothing to do because I drank too much last night and I was groggy. I went downstairs into the lobby and saw that one of the two was haggling with a horse dealer to buy the next horse, because his horse had died of a stroke yesterday. When I came to him, and saw him bidding thirty denarii for a scorched horse, I said to him, 'What a coincidence, gentleman, I have a horse to sell.' ’

"'That's a very good horse,' he said, 'I saw it yesterday, and your friend's attendant was leading it. ’

"'Do you think it's worth a three, three, or four silver coins?'

"'It's worth it, will you sell it to me for this price?'

"'I don't sell it, but I want to bet it with you. ’

"'You're going to bet it on me?'

"'Not bad. ’

"'How do you gamble?'

"'Roll the dice. ’

"Bet on it. Eventually, hey...... I lost that horse. Alas, but," Nangong Wuji continued, "I won the horse armor back. ”

Fan Xiaoqi's face sank after hearing this, and he lowered his head and did not speak.

"Are you unhappy?" asked Nangong Wuji.

"Yes, frankly I'm not happy," Fan Xiaoqi replied, "that horse will one day make people recognize us on the battlefield." It is a piece of physical evidence, a memorial. Nangong Wuxi, you are wrong.

"Hey, dear friend," Nangong Wuxian continued, "You put yourself in my shoes and think about it, I'm bored to death." Besides, honestly, I don't like that horse. Well, if it's just for someone to recognize us, then the saddle is enough, and the saddle is pretty good. As for the horse, if there is no one, there will be no more, and there will always be a reason to explain it clearly. Hell, a horse is going to die, just because my horse dies of meliasis or dermosis. ”

Fan Xiaoqi still listened with a straight face.

"This really makes me unhappy," Nangong Wuxian continued, "You seem to value those two horses very much, and I haven't finished talking about what I'm doing?"

So Fan Xiaoqi asked, "What else did you do?"