Ji Nan's autumn is the most unintentional and affectionate. In the night, stepping on the stacks of dead leaves on the road, the crisp sound of crushing is also pleasant. Step back, back and forth, hear the empty chirping of wild frogs, in the sound of yellow flowers falling one after another, but also add a spice to this ethereal mountain. Walking with lanterns, accompanied by friends, enjoying the autumn scenery in gossip, and the silence of the night, it is also a kind of Yaxing.

However, the mountain scenery is unappreciated, but it is also a pity, but it is not to blame for its incomprehensible style. Perhaps, it is just because in his heart, there is a melancholy that is colder than autumn and lonelier than autumn......

In this way, the red candles are flourishing between the houses, and the three people of Luo Tangfeng are side by side, which are very close to each other, but there is also a slight distance. Luo Tangfeng is on the left, Wang Chi is in the middle, and Yun Mengze is on the right. A candlestick, a table, a person sitting on the ground, holding a pen and drawing, faintly saying something obscure, even without a doorway.

"I see, is this where all cause and effect go...... Yun Mengze muttered, "Worry so much, don't you torture me?"

The evening breeze pushed open the window next to the table, and a small black shadow took advantage of the wind to enter, Yun Mengze looked up, but it was a white dove staying in front of the table.

"Ah, Master Pigeon, you're here......" Yun Mengze pretended to be polite, "It's probably no good......" he muttered quietly.

"Hmm...... Who sent it......" Yun Mengze untied the envelope on the pigeon's leg, "let me see...... Well...... Fairy Rou...... That guy, huh......"

"Hmmm......"

"Huh?"

"Hmm!"

The three eyes swept over, Yun Mengze stood up, so startled that the pigeon almost flew away, calmed down a little while exhaling and holding his breath, and suddenly sighed: "Build!"

After speaking, Yun Mengze hurriedly tore a piece of paper, picked up the pen and wrote, folded it and tied it to the pigeon's leg, and said: "Speed!

The pigeon flew away, Yun Mengze was relieved, sat down and was about to continue writing, but realized something, coughed a few times, didn't look back, and said directly: "Luo Tangfeng, you haven't slept yet, right?"

Hearing this, Luo Tangfeng's pretended to open his eyes instantly, and he got up vigilantly and said, "Naturally, I still don't feel at ease with Your Excellency. ”

"That doesn't have to be ...... You see how restful that king sleeps, huh?" Yun Mengze said, holding the pen and continuing to write and draw.

"Just because he's unsuspecting doesn't mean I'm defenseless. Luo Tang Feng said, "What Your Excellency has done is too stupid, and it is not in line with your identity, so it is natural for me to be vigilant." ”

"Good, good...... Then you plan to stare at me all night?" Yun Mengze smiled and changed the topic again, "What is that Wang Chi afraid of, or what are his shortcomings?"

"How?" Luo Tangfeng asked.

"What do you say!" Yun Mengze turned his face and said, but saw that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was covered with purple bruises, "It's really out of proportion!"

Luo Tangfeng smiled and said, "It's good to get used to it...... But even so, it shows that he is not wary of you. ”

"Hmph!" Yun Mengze said, "That's it, don't deal with such a rude scoundrel!"

The night was long, and the stream was murmuring. This night, just as the candlelight was gone, dawn was ushered in......

The next day, Luo Tangfeng got up, put on his clothes, tied up the heavenly ruler, walked out of the door, looked back at the sleeping two, smiled goodbye, and walked in the direction of Ji Nan's inner mound.

In March, Luo Tang came to Zhang Liangyou to pay tribute to him, not to say guilt, but at least, there was always something here that he couldn't let go of, so he couldn't feel at ease.

In addition, this Ji Nanshan tomb is also very particular. The inner and outer mounds are all in Kanshan, this mountain is densely forested, the terrain is gentle, the middle high side is low, and it is divided into the inner mound and the outer mound from the inside to the outside. The inner mound is naturally the elder, and the outer mound is the opposite, but having said that, its specifications are not noble or low, just like the original Guan Zhu Ji Nan is only three feet of land.

After all, it is the place of the tomb, and the scenery does not need to be detailed, the only difference from other sects is the layout of the sun, so that the flowers and trees can always catch up with the change of the seasons in advance, even if it is winter, it also contains the vitality of change.

In less than half a pillar of incense, Luotang Feng traveled here. I saw a man lying next to Zhang Liangyou's grave, drinking wine and spitting sulk. He was dressed in Ji Nanguan's suit, with a long sword at his waist, but he was forty years old, and his masculinity did not disperse. Vaguely, there seems to be a coiled dragon and a crouching tiger in his eyebrows. But his beard is not deliberately long, and it rises and falls with laughter with the high bridge of his nose.

Yes, he was laughing, half into the yellow spring, half into the blue sky. For the Yellow Spring, leave a sad elegy, and for the blue sky, make an unjust song of grievances. He took a sip of wine, poured another sip on the grave, and proceeded silently.

"Alas, say that you have a short life, you don't believe it, fold it in the hands of juniors, you ......" The man finished speaking, and laughed twice, but he looked particularly sad.

"Come on...... Your favorite wine, which you have kept and refused to drink when you were alive, and now, tsk tsk......"

"So many brothers and sisters have left...... The small ones are for survival, the big ones are for their lives, and you have survived that catastrophe...... Alas......"

These words made Luo Tangfeng frown, but before he had time to ponder, the man slammed the wine jar to the ground, shattering it with a clear sound, as if bidding farewell to the soul under the nine springs. After the event, the man calmly left, singing loudly: "After a few joys, the world is embarrassing, how similar is a thousand autumns and a year old, push the cup and change the ......" After the song, he laughed a few times, and then disappeared.

While watching, Luo Tangfeng also stepped forward, facing Zhang Liangyou's tomb, making three deep bows, and then kneeling on both knees: "Criminals Luo Tangfeng, bow to Xuandong Taoist." I am ashamed of my face, and I would like to give you a false courtesy and tell the green soul under the spring!"

"Congratulations on sending the Taoist back to heaven!"

After three knocks, Luo Tangfeng didn't get up. It is true that although there is a reason for the incident, after all, it was killed by his own hands, so naturally he can't be relieved of it at once.

The warm soft light embraced the young man, as if he was relieved, as if he was forgiving, and accompanied by a wisp of breeze, sweeping away the dust in his heart. In his heart, light and darkness are mixed, as if day and night coexist, and the sun and moon rise together.

"Alright, get up!"

Luo Tangfeng hurriedly looked for a voice, but the man was leaning against the tree and facing him, with a strange expression, not solemn, but also by no means kind.

"See Uncle Yang!" Luo Tangfeng got up and saluted, "The junior is Luo Tangfeng." The reason for Uncle Zhang's death is the death of the younger generation......"

"Admit it so readily?" Uncle Yang looked angry, "You are not ashamed?"

"Back to my uncle, the younger generation is worthy of it. Luo Tangfeng replied, "At that time, it was not impulsive, for friends, for masters, for the overall situation, and when the killing intent arises, there is no reason to be afraid." ”

"Worthy of it?" Uncle Yang stepped forward, drew his sword, but took it back, "Lao Tzu just chopped you off in a fit of will, you might as well take off the name of this so-called Hanxu Dao!"

When Luo Tang heard this, he was not afraid, but he also stepped forward, and said lightly: "Uncle Shi is drunk." ”

Hearing this, Uncle Yang roared angrily, attacked with one palm, and rushed straight to Luo Tangfeng's chest, Luo Tangfeng did not dodge, hit both the blows, and fell heavily into the distance, blocked by the woods, and was scratched and scratched, a few mouthfuls of dirty blood spit out, and stood up slowly, but his face was not bitter.

"Uncle Shi has sobered up?" Luo Tangfeng asked, and stepped forward again.

"Boy!" Uncle Yang jumped and swung his sword forward, the sword roared, and the cold light approached Luo Tangfeng's neck. At this moment, Luo Tangfeng was instantaneous, blocking it with one foot, turning his strength and shaking Uncle Yang away.

"In a hurry, Uncle Shi also showed a flaw......"

As soon as these words came out, Uncle Yang was bruised, with a sword in his sheath, and his hands were used together, launching a fierce attack. Although Luo Tangfeng is calm, after all, the strength itself is far from the same, and his shoulders and waist are also deeply injured.

"There is no order, it is so broken!" Luo Tangfeng thought. Focusing on a moment, at the moment when the sword stabbed a palm turned away, took advantage of the momentum and went up, abandoned the ruler and rushed into a punch, but unexpectedly did not move a minute, in an instant the scabbard went straight to the heart door, Luo Tangfeng got up and retreated, it was a sword split, now, it must not be able to dodge, Luo Tangfeng was hard to connect with soft armor, and kicked each other again, opening the distance.

"Arrogant ......" Luo Tangfeng covered the blood, the weapon left his hand, and he was seriously injured, at this moment, it is admittedly very unfavorable, after all, the accumulation of years, even if it is urgent, but there is also an insurmountable gap.

I wanted to sober him up with words, but the wine did not fade. Words of persuasion are not available, if this battle cannot be avoided, then do the opposite, leading it to expose its flaws!" Luo Tangfeng analyzed.

"Uncle Yang is drunk, but he can't be persuaded after all. However, the swordsmanship is becoming more and more clumsy, which gives the juniors a chance!" Luo Tangfeng stood upright, "I have been taught!"

"Lao Tzu will sacrifice your blood to the sky!" Uncle Yang shouted, a sword slashed away, suddenly, the mountain wind was blowing, the fallen leaves were flying, and the momentum of the sword was like the wind and rain in the river and the sky, and the sea and the sun were condensed.

However, at such a moment of crisis, Luo Tangfeng just closed his eyes and listened, waiting in the fierce heartbeat, waiting for a moment of life and death. Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes, dodged sideways, the sword grazed his shoulder, and took advantage of the momentum to slap his palm in an instant, only to hear Uncle Yang spurt out a mouthful of blood, and fell down on his knees.

"Narrowly defeated......" Luo Tangfeng barely stood up, "Just like a master like my uncle, anger will also make it show flaws......"

didn't have time to think about it, Luo Tangfeng's eyes suddenly turned black, his face was pale, he felt dizzy, and he leaned against the tree and fell.

The blood on his arm dripped down his white clothes, spreading a pool of blood on the ground, and he clutched his wound until the dead leaves in front of him gradually blurred, and he could no longer hear the sound of the wind in his ears......