lost Lao Zhang's life, and after Zhang Qingzi escaped from Kaifeng, he rushed all the way back to Sanssouci Valley.

At that time, Sanssouci Valley and a group of fast horses transported cloth to the south of the Yangtze River, nearly 100 people, more than 30 vehicles, and the momentum was mighty.

After the farewell of their relatives in the valley, they returned home, and many children remained in a grassy valley, running in circles, surging to and fro. She walked aside, and just as the ball flew towards her, she caught it on her shoulder, and with the instep of her foot twice, kicked it back to the shouting of the children.

She stared blankly at them for a moment, saw how carefree they looked, and then sighed.

Mu Feng, who had already received the news, had already come to greet her, and when a vegetable field entered the courtyard, she had already told everything about the trip.

Mu Feng had a lot of feelings in his heart when he heard it, and now Zimo and Zhang Qingzi have become important criminals of the government, if they continue to be involved, I don't know what Sanssouci Valley will do in the future.

"My family official is awake?"

invited her into the house, Mu Feng poured tea by himself, and watched her drink it in one gulp, but she was still speechless.

"What's going on?" she could see the other's hesitation and unease.

"Brother Fang, I sent him to Chang'an. Mu Feng saw her get up on the table in anger, and hurriedly continued: "Sister-in-law, don't be angry first, let the little brother make it clear...... Brother Fang didn't wake up after you left, and Mr. Qin was almost helpless in the end, and his words lasted for three days at most...... In three days, where can we invite the Holy Hand Lao Li to this place? The younger brother had no choice but to send someone to send Brother Fang to Chang'an, and entrusted Mr. Qin to take care of him all the way in the carriage, hoping that God would have mercy on them, so that they could rush to Chang'an, and the Holy Hand Lao Li would rescue Brother Fang. ”

Zhang Qingzi listened to him without saying a word, looked at this good brother of Xiao Chu coldly, and said, "I believe what you said first, is there any arrangement for this way?"

In order to prevent my sister-in-law from coming and looking for her, the younger brother repeatedly asked several brothers. He took out a map - this is the Wanbaolou Journey of the rivers and lakes, on which the mountains, rivers, dense forests, and other rivers and lakes people love to walk on the terrain is depicted very clearly. He pointed out the route to Zhang Qingzi, and then drew the agreed secret mark and explained it clearly.

"Give me a fast horse and some dry food. ”

"Do you want to change your clothes and change your appearance a little?"

"No, no one will trouble me before I catch paperwork at sea. ”

It makes sense for her to say this, Kaifeng will find out her identity and then issue a sea fishing document, and time will not be ahead of her.

After only resting for a while, Zhang Qingzi got on his horse and said to Mu Feng: "I can escape from Kaifeng on this trip, it is all up to Lao Zhang to sacrifice his life for me, and the person who killed him is Cao Yujing, a swordsman from Pingjiang." After Xiao Chu recovered from his injuries, he asked him to avenge Lao Zhang. I remember that in the past, in the Xinyi League, Lao Zhang had the best relationship with him. ”

She didn't go to Xiao Chu, just as Mu Feng knew about Chu Kexing, she also knew that if Xiao Chu knew about Fang Zimo's situation, he would definitely go to Chang'an together regardless of his injuries.

The most feared thing about the famous masters in the rivers and lakes is that they will be seriously injured and difficult to treat, and they will be able to live if they have broken their foundation, but what they have learned through hard work will be wasted, which is really worse than death.

According to the route guided by Mu Feng, Zhang Qingzi was wearing the stars and the moon again, riding a horse to catch up. Since leaving Chang'an, her whole body has lost weight, and the injury on her leg collapsed when she fought desperately to escape for her life in Kaifeng, so it has not healed yet. Her haggard complexion, lack of sleep, and worries in her heart made her look like Zhang Qingzi, who was once beautiful.

On this day, the sky was shining and the cold wind was gusting, and she came to the Xiyue Temple at the foot of Huashan Mountain along the road.

She didn't sleep all night, she was sleepy, and it was very dangerous to ride a horse at night, and her spirit could not relax at all, and when she arrived at the entrance of the temple, she dismounted and planned to go in to rest for a while.

She tied the horse to an old maple tree, turned around and saw the secret mark on the wall, her heart suddenly tightened, and she ran into the temple, where Mr. Qin and a few men were really there.

Gu Mufeng's men were all wounded, and Mr. Qin was bandaging their wounds, and these wounded people looked awkward, tired, and depressed. Zhang Qingzi stepped forward in a panic and asked, "What's wrong?"

When Mr. Qin saw her, he immediately fell to his feet and sighed: "Providence is like this, the old man is ashamed of Zhang Nuxia and Mu Dalang!"

The old gentleman burst into tears as he spoke: "In the middle of the night yesterday, the old man really couldn't stand the tiredness and fell asleep, but he missed the time to apply the needle, and Fang Daxia's body was soaked in too much blood, and he died of exhaustion...... The old man thought that it was useless to go to Chang'an like this, so he asked everyone to go back the same way, but also because there was no good rest all the way, and everyone was bound to go on the road in this temple for half a day before dawn. As a result, when they came in, they met three people from the rivers and lakes, and everyone carried Fang Daxia, told them to recognize them, and started to move at once...... Fang Daxia was robbed by those three people!"

One of the people on the side was young, his shoulders and wrists were bandaged, and the gray cloth strips were soaked in blood, and he said with a dejected face: "Those three people have signed up for their numbers, they are the Chang'an Sword King, the Flesh and Blood Butcher Knife, and the Wild Fox, and our brothers are invincible to them." The Chang'an Sword King said, since Fang Daxia is dead, you don't have to die for this...... The villain really didn't want his brothers to die for this, so he told everyone to put down their weapons...... Zhang Nuxia, if you blame me, let me pay for my life alone!"

Zhang Qingzi was suddenly speechless, as if he had lost his thinking, and the whole portrait was squeezed by the invisible walls on all sides, unable to move.

Mr. Qin sighed: "This trip Mu Dalang is entrusted to the old man, and the old man should be responsible, if he is more tight, he will not enter this temple and ask the three of them to rob Fang Daxia." After he finished speaking, he picked up the tiger head knife left on the ground, cut his throat with a knife, threw the knife, and bent over at Zhang Qingzi, but he couldn't stand up anymore......

Everyone accompanied Mr. Qin all the way, respecting his temperament, although the friendship was not deep, they couldn't help but be sad at this moment.

A young man was about to pick up a knife, Zhang Qingzi finally came to his senses before the blood sprayed by Mr. Qin flowed, and said weakly and sadly: "Brothers have worked hard all the way, I don't blame you, if you want to blame, you can only blame the will of heaven for this! Please go back and talk to the young valley master, Zhang Qingzi and Fang Zimo are grateful to all of you in Sanssouci Valley, it is difficult to repay this life in this life, and if you meet in the next life, you will definitely repay this kindness!"

The man who spoke in front of him said: "Lady Zhang's words are serious, I dare not be ashamed, and I have one more thing to tell." Last night, after Mr. Qin went to sleep, I was by Fang Daxia's side and listened to him whisper before he died. He closed his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up, and the villain thought he had heard it wrong at first, but then thought about it carefully, it should be Fang Daxia's last words. ”

Zhang Qingzi wiped her tears and asked, "What did he say?"

"The years are uncountable, so people don't know where to go, and the most important thing is that they can't stay in the world. ”

............

On a small road outside Chang'an City, both sides are full of frosted vegetable fields, leeks and bean sprouts look far away, in the warm and bright sun in winter, like two huge golden carpets spread on both sides of the road, the slight frost white on it is even more crystal shiny.

The carriage seemed to be heading towards the entrance of the Heavenly Palace.

And he slept quietly and peacefully in the carriage, and perhaps when he woke up, he could drink and talk with his good brothers in the palace and enjoy life.

When he is asleep, there will no longer be the troubles of the rivers and lakes, the sorrow of the love of the children will no longer be incomprehensible, and there will be no loneliness of separation......

Nothing in the world could intrude on him.

Those were left to the people around him, and he, as always, was calm, smiling and watching.

The Chang'an Sword King was looking at him at this moment.

Old Ghost Lin sat outside the carriage, holding a wine jug in his hand, drinking it one by one, looking back at the car, he couldn't help tilting the wine jug, and the wine spilled down, as if there was a wine glass on the ground, and someone would soon drink this glass of wine.

The wild fox tugged on the reins of the horse and jokingly said to the car: "Could it be that the Sword King is remembering Fang Zimo?"

The Sword King of Chang'an said calmly: "I didn't feel this way a few days ago, but now I feel that I don't know what I want to do when I go back to Chang'an." Even what I was about to get from Lord Wei couldn't bring me any happiness. ”

Old Ghost Lin took a sip of wine and sighed: "It's a pity that a good swordsmanship like "Flying Sword into Qingyun" has been lost!"

The wild fox smiled and said: "Poor Dao feels very happy, first he knew the news of Kaifeng's success, and then on the way back to Chang'an, he picked up Fang Zimo in vain, although the person died, but he also achieved Lord Wei's wish." This time out of the mountain, the poor road only seeks to fly Huang Tengda, and if it goes smoothly, it will definitely be able to gain a foothold in Chang'an in the future. ”

After saying these words, the Chang'an Sword King and Old Ghost Lin were silent, but they sneered in their hearts.

Thinking about the past, Lingyun Sword Immortal founded the Xinyi League in Chang'an, what a beautiful scenery, the rivers and lakes talked about it, and they all praised the hero! Now he died quietly, just because he was stabbed, how lonely, how sad...... The people of the rivers and lakes are like this, don't look at the majesty of today, who knows where the blood and cold soul will return tomorrow?

............

She woke up in the middle of the night and called twice, "Official, official?"

When she touched it, there was no one beside the bed, and she looked into the darkness with empty eyes, and suddenly burst into tears.

It took a long time for her to get up, she had no strength in her body, and she seemed to have a hard and cold ice in her stomach.

She slowly came to the table, lit a candle, and took from a bowl the crisp yellow that Li Li Ayu brought back during the day, a small piece, yellow and bright, made of taro cooked and sliced and smeared with batter and fried, with almonds added to it, and it was fragrant when it was just out of the pot.

She took a small bite with great difficulty, chewing hard—her teeth were as good as her father and grandfather had never broken in their old age. But she looks like a toothless old woman now, and it seems that the crisp yellow in her mouth is a stone that can't be broken no matter how you bite it.

swallowed this mouthful of crispy yellow, and then she began to retch, vomiting for a long time, until the soft and sticky crispy yellow she swallowed was vomited out.

She cried again, looked back at the sleeping Ah Yu, and cried even more sadly.

After two more bites and vomiting out, she put down the little piece of crisp yellow that was left, blew out the candle, slowly moved to the side of the bed, and lay down.

Ye Yunsheng didn't know all this, he was still complaining to Jiang Shouhua about his wife not long ago, saying, "She is not sensible at all, she doesn't even want to take medicine, so if she goes on like this...... What should I do if I and Ah Yu are called in the future? ”

At the foot of the bed was a bag of replacement clothes, a strap to bandage the wound, Jiang Shouhua was dressed in a blue shirt, barefoot, sitting cross-legged, and was doing his luck.

When her Sunday had passed and she had finished her work, Ye Yunsheng said: "It's worth the hard work every night in the past few days, you can already be lucky on Sunday, and you can recover from your injuries in less than seven days according to this situation." ”

Jiang Shouhua opened her eyes, but she didn't dare to look at him, her eyes fell on the strap that bandaged the wound, and the wound in the shoulder socket was itchy, and her face was red again. She has short hair, and the biggest advantage is that her face is clean and everything is clear.

"Don't say thank you!" he saw her open her mouth, first blocked a sentence, and then said: "Now the enemy is around, I have to take care of the family and it is inconvenient to do it, I can only watch, when you are injured, you can have more helpers, you thank me now, I will not thank you at that time? ”

Jiang Shouhua was amused by his words, like a jasmine blooming - pale, but fresh and elegant, pleasant.

Ye Yunsheng saw that her face still didn't have much blood, so he said seriously: "Prepare some blood-replenishing food for you tomorrow, and your complexion will get better in a few days...... How does it feel like secretly raising a little lady with a big belly. If you don't know about it, you're afraid you'll guess like this?"

Jiang Shouhua turned her face, ashamed and annoyed, but there was nothing she could do about him.

When he saw her turn her face away, her serious appearance changed, and he said with a smile: "It's still a shy little lady." ”

Packing up the clothes that had been thrown aside, he clapped his hands and left the cellar, and he returned to the courtyard, the smile on his face disappearing, and he let out a long sigh.

Seeing that Yan, who was seriously injured when she came to the house at that time, returned and recovered almost like an ordinary person, but her wife was getting thinner and thinner, and she looked terminally ill......

The biggest headache is that he can't use his strength at all.

I don't know if it's because the pressure has been getting more and more these days, and he has encountered too many troubles, he has gradually become accustomed to this feeling of helplessness, the pain slowly turns into numbness, and the sadness will be covered up with jokes......

In addition to accompanying his wife during the day, he went to teach Zhao Yu to practice swords.

The noodle stall is no longer done, and Lao Li still hasn't found a cure for it in the past few days.

He was so sleepy that he seemed to be able to sleep standing up, but he didn't want to sleep.

I took a sword trick in the courtyard, and I didn't move, and my mind was a mess of sword moves, and every time I practiced swords these days, I was like this.

In the past, his thoughts on sword moves were clear and unambiguous, but now the feeling became more and more blurred, as if he had become a person who could not use a sword.

In the past, he would be anxious, hesitant, and overwhelmed.

But he has been useless in the world for so long, and he has not touched the sword for seven years, and he has let go of his former attachment.

When he decided to practice swords, he thought it clearly, if he couldn't practice in a day, in a year, or in a lifetime, it didn't matter.

For him, practicing swords now is just for peace of mind.

Therefore, although his divine sword moves were chaotic and disorderly, his breathing, mood, internal breath, and thoughts were extremely calm.

Not wanting to be strong, not being complicated, not being wise and untruthful, he became a tree rooted in heaven and earth in the dark night, in an inconspicuous and simple and decaying courtyard.

In the early morning, the sky was still dim and dark, he collected the sword trick, washed his face, went into the side room to boil water, and transported the "Xuanji Pure Root Recipe" for a week. It's just that unlike usual, he only ordered two bowls of noodles, ate one bowl for himself first, and left one bowl for his daughter.

He put down the bowl, took some water and wiped it clean, imagining in his heart that his wife was already up...... He couldn't bear to wake up his wife, so he only asked Ah Yu to get up, helped him put on his coat, and fetched water for Ah Yu to clean her face, rinse her mouth, and then tell her to eat noodles.

In the morning, I stayed at home, talked with Ah Yu, and watched the little guy running around in the yard...... When it was almost noon, his wife hadn't woken up yet, so he couldn't help but pat it and called, "Ah Tan, it's time to get up." ”

Ah Tan's whole body was a little stiff, lifeless, and cold.

He was stunned, and in disbelief reached out and patted again.

The hands that had once held the sword, the most stable hands, actually began to tremble, and he stretched out his fingers to probe Ah Tan's heart - because Ah Tan has no internal breath, no matter how advanced his internal strength is, he can't sense the other party's internal situation with his qi.

The pulse is so weak that it can be like a gossamer, and his life hangs by a thread.

He quickly stretched out his palm, pressed it on Ah Tan's vest, and carried the bright light to guard the gods, his inner breath was like a river and sea surging, starting from the heart gate, walking for a week, Ah Tan's body was soft and warm, and his breathing was stable.

He withdrew his hand and began to call again: "Ah Tan, wake up......"

Tears flowed, and he didn't dare to speak up, for fear of startling his daughter outside.

In a small house, a small person, so helpless, so desolate.

He kept calling, and Ah Tan was finally awakened, and said in a low voice that was almost inaudible: "Official, don't cry." ”

And she fell asleep again.

He rushed into the side room and took an old ginseng, boiled it in clean water, and went back in the middle to breathe again. I took a small bowl, fed it with a spoon, couldn't feed it, took a mouthful, fed it to my wife's mouth, and sent it in with some internal breath, and was about to feed the second mouthful, when I saw my wife's whole body bounce straight and straight like an offshore fish, and squirted out the ginseng soup.

"Oh my God, no, no! God, please!"

He fed it with his mouth again, and this time his wife did not overreact, and when a bowl of ginseng soup was fed, he knelt on the ground with tears on his face and kowtowed to God three times.

"Ah Yu, my father won't teach swords in the afternoon. ”

"Why?"

"Your mother is not in good health, and I have to take care of him at home. ”

He touched his daughter's head, "Ah Yu is going to Zhao Yu to play for a few days?"

"If I don't go, I have to take care of my mother. ”

He felt very tired, but Ah Yu said this, he didn't want to force the child, so he left the yard, went to the street to find an errand boy, gave some money, and went to Zhao Mansion to take a few days off.

The weather has been gloomy and gloomy these days, and it makes people tired to look at it, and the cold wind in winter is even more rampant, Chang'an City is even more depressed, and the lively East Market is also cold.

He sat down on a chair in the courtyard, thinking about what happened to Zimo and Haruko for a while, and thinking about what would happen if his wife died, and Ah Yu couldn't stand it......

Lao Li has been here twice before, and he has changed five pairs of medicines, but there is no improvement. Ah Tan either vomited, or still couldn't eat food after taking it.

Lao Li said that this is an extremely difficult heart disease to treat, and it is estimated that he was frightened by the nine difficulties, lost the instinct to eat, and the medicine is useless.

No matter how big the tonic medicine is, it is useless if you can't eat it.

It is said that there is a "Shih Tzu milk" left for 20 years in the heaven and earth of Jiangning, and the aroma in the altar can make the mouth salivate for a long time.

Ye Yunsheng sighed, and said in his heart: "Even if it is close at hand, I don't have the ability to ask the heavens and the earth to hand over the 'Shih Tzu milk', let alone so far away?"

When I think of the restaurant called Heaven and Earth, I always unconsciously think of the poem of the Southern Tang Dynasty......

The rain is murmuring outside the curtain, and the spring is beautiful. Luo Ji is not tolerant of the five colds. In my dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for joy.

Alone without relying on the column, infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to see when it is difficult to see. Flowing water and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth.

The Southern Tang Dynasty died, but there are still remnants of the Jianghu people in the south of the Yangtze River, forming the romantic and stubborn Southern Tang Dynasty relics.

Lao Li has already entrusted a friend, please go to Jiangning, this friend is the person of the Southern Tang Dynasty Relic, the heaven and earth is the restaurant to which the Southern Tang Dynasty Relic Yun belongs, there must be hope to come a little......

In the blink of an eye, he got up and went back to the house and looked at Ah Tan, but it was only an hour, her face turned pale, and her breath faded.

If it doesn't work, you can give her a lot of air, and you can hold on for a few days.

It's useless for you to beg me, when the manpower is poor, I can only do my best.

Yunsheng, prepare for the worst......

Outside, the sky was still gray and cold, and the clouds were overcast, but it never rained.

He wanted to be sunny, to warm up his cold body.

Or, just a heavy rain to wash away the tiredness on your body.

It could not be better than it is now so gloomy and dreary.