Fang Xiaoru returned to the library, and a boy had already enshrined Xi Zhen's letter, Fang Xiaoru had read it, and an intriguing expression appeared on his face. Fang Xiaoru muttered in a low voice: "The Tao is the Tao, the Tao is very Tao, the world is chaotic, everyone wants to take a piece of the pie." The young master is weak, and he is afraid that the air will benefit the people and die in it. Although the auxiliary ministers are loyal, there are many incompetent people. Although the text is clear, the martial arts have been burned and killed, if it is successful this time, the world will be worry-free. If it fails, within a few years, the incident of boiling beans and burning beans on the wall may reappear. Those who are ministers and people, but by the will of heaven, do their best!"

Fang Xiaoru was melancholy in his heart, and he could be regarded as a master when it came to calculating things. Since Liu Bowen's death, everyone in the world knows that Yao Guangxiao and Fang Xiaoru can be in the field of computing and change their lives against the sky, maybe it is just a helpless choice behind the number of techniques.

Ordered the boy to take the wine, Fang Xiaoru drank wildly for a while, and his face was slightly red, and the person had already drifted into it. Fang Xiaoru took out a long cloth wrapped in a long cloth behind the book pavilion and unfolded it, which turned out to be a pine-patterned Guding sword. With a slight drunkenness, Fang Xiaoru pulled out his sword and danced.

The sword light suddenly fluttered, suddenly calm, suddenly smart, and between the thorns and slashes, there was a faint sound of dragon groaning. Fang Xiaoru danced the sword while chanting Jiaxuan's famous sentence: Pick up the lamp to see the sword when you are drunk, and dream of blowing the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, and the pity happened in vain.

After chanting, Fang Xiaoru swung his sword into the sheath, and let out a long roar into the clouds with drunkenness, and then let out a long sigh and burst into tears.

The boy was also dumbfounded, following Mr. for so many years, the first time he saw Mr. dancing with a sword, what was even more rare was that Mr. was actually a master of swordsmanship. At this time, the boy was also embarrassed, and he didn't know how to comfort Mr., so he put a cloak on Fang Xiaoru and said softly: "Sir, the mountain breeze is too cold after drinking, be careful of catching a cold." ”

Fang Xiaoru asked in a low voice: "If a person is sick, the medicine stone can be cured, if the country is sick, what should be used to heal it?"

The boy was silent, Fang Xiaoru tightened his cloak and said: "Tomorrow, the bookstore will be temporarily closed, I hope they can be more diligent, know people and etiquette, and gain knowledge, and then you will clean up and stop and come to me in the capital." After saying that, he strode away, and disappeared into the moonlight without looking back.

Let's say that Xi Zhen and Pei Feng left Longhu Mountain and wanted to go straight to Yuanzhou, but thinking of the battle of Hidden Fog Villa and the friendship of Qian Shangren, the two still made a detour back to Hidden Fog Villa.

A few miles away from the Hidden Fog Mountain Villa, Xi Zhen felt a burst of desolation, and faintly heard the roar of the waterfall, as if he was venting a helpless roar. The two of them were in a heavy mood, they had spent the most meaningful time of their lives in the Hidden Misty Villa, but now it was in ruins. The scene of the original prosperity is long gone, there is not even a remnant of gunsmoke, and the wind blows through the treetops, making a mournful roar.

The closer he got to the villa, the more emotional Xi Zhen felt in his heart, and Xi Zhen whispered to Pei Feng: "Feng, the Hidden Fog Villa is really a blessed land for the two of us, we are still alive now, but the money shopkeeper is gone." In the words, the color of sadness gradually surged.

Pei Feng held Xi Zhen's hand, he knew that no matter what he said at this time, he was very pale and powerless. The only thing she can do now is to stay with her husband tightly and never leave her. Because he had lost so many things, and these things turned into memories and remained in this ruin forever.

When he was still twenty or thirty zhang away from the villa, Xi Zhen hurriedly made a silent movement, and at the same time pulled Pei Feng to jump up and hide on top of a big tree.

Looking at it, I saw a man who looked like a scholar squatting in front of the ruins and sobbing quietly. Although it is now dusk and the mountain is full of mist, since Xizhen Longhu Mountain has come down, the internal force has become more and more exquisite, and the qi of the dantian has become more and more sufficient, so under such conditions, he can still see clearly at a distance of twenty or thirty zhang, and he can also hear the low sound of sobbing and whimpering.

Xi Zhen was surprised, who was this, crying in front of the ruins? Could it be the Zhuang Ding of the Hidden Misty Villa? But most of the Zhuang Ding escaped that day, and for such a long time, they should have been thinking about their own future, so how could they come here to worship? Look at this man again, his back is emaciated, he is a man dressed as a scholar, and there is no such person in the Hidden Misty Villa. The more Xi Zhen thought about it, the more surprised he became, so he ordered Pei Feng to stay on guard in the tree, and he took advantage of the mist to approach the man with a look.

Xi Zhen quietly hid behind a dilapidated rockery, watched the changes, and saw that the man was about thirty years old. Dressed in scholar-like clothes, but the clothes and shoes are already worn in several places. It can be seen that the man must have traveled a long way to get here, and then it seems that this is indeed the case, the man not only looks sad but also has a tired face, and a dusty look.

Xi Zhen was surprised, and heard the man cry again: "Grandpa, my grandson is late, and my grandson is incompetent and can't protect me." Grandpa, you have been thinking about this place all your life, but now you have become a prophecy, how will your grandson see you in a hundred years?"

Xi Zhen was even more surprised, grandfather? Whose grandson is he? Could it be Qian Shangren? No, no, no, no, looking at this man's age and appearance, he is definitely not Qian Shangren's grandson, so who could he be?

Just as he was about to ask what was going on, suddenly a whistle in the distance pierced the sky, and this whistle sounded between the ruins, like a horn urging the Senluo Temple.

Two people wrapped in night clothes jumped up to the man in an instant, and the man staggered and fell back into the ruins, supporting his body with two hands, looking at the man with a look of horror.

The men each showed a bright steel knife, and the light of the knife permeated the cold air. The two slowly approached the man, and one of them said darkly: "Liu Diao, this time I see where you are fleeing, will anyone come out to save you this time?"

After a period of fright, the man called Liu Qian actually stood up, and his weak body actually had a fearless expression on his face when facing the bright steel knife.

Liu Qian calmly faced the two black-clothed guests, and said loudly: "Hmph! Who has not died in life since ancient times, I have long known that you would come." If you kill me here, I will die as I deserve, but I hope that after you kill me, you will still be able to eat and sleep in the face of the unjust souls in this ruin. ”

Another nocturnal man said impatiently: "Liu Diao, you are still so verbose when you die, Lao Tzu has no grievances with you, and I don't want to kill you." But since someone paid for your head, then don't blame my brothers. If you are wronged, go underground and reach out to the king of Yama, my brothers are only responsible for sending you on the road, and I can't blame my brothers if you want to blame you. ”

Liu Liao held his head high, but asked with a little loss: "Okay, in this case, I am going to die, can you two fulfill the request of a dying person?"

"Say, lest you complain about my brother and sister again. ”

"Can you tell me who wants to kill me, please let me understand how to die, so that even if I go underground, I won't be a fool. ”

"Okay, since you don't want to be a fool, then my brothers can be regarded as adults who have done a good thing, you kid can listen well, it's not my brothers who want to kill you, it's the Qilin who wants to kill you. You don't have to thank us, don't worry, it won't hurt, my brother's knives are so sharp, you just have to close your eyes. One of the men in black said jokingly, as if it were not a living life in front of him, but a commodity that could be exchanged for silver.

Liu Diao reprimanded again and asked, "Then do you two know who I am?"

The two laughed wildly: "We know that your name is Liu Diao, as for who you are, we don't want to know, and we don't need to know, we only know that after doing your vote, the two of us can withdraw from the rivers and lakes and enjoy the glory and wealth." ”

When Liu Qian heard this, he stopped talking, knowing that he would definitely die today, so he tidied up his appearance a little, stood up with his head held high, forced his eyes and whispered: "Then come on, if Liu Mou frowns, he will be vain." ”

Xi Zhen admired in his heart, this weak scholar can still be so calm and calm in the face of the fierce god and evil death, which is really amazing.

Just as he was about to come to the rescue, Pei Feng suddenly sneaked to his side, Xi Zhen thought about it and hurriedly whispered a few words, Pei Feng smiled heartily and nodded hurriedly.

The two of them held steel knives and walked slowly towards Liu Diao, and suddenly, there was a sinister laugh from the depths of the ruins, and this sinister laugh was terrifying.

The two hurriedly protected their chests with steel knives, and said calmly: "What kind of person, come out and fight with the uncle for hundreds of rounds, don't hide in the dark and scare people." There was a tremor in their voices.

The sinister laughter sounded again, and the voice flickered left and right, near and far, as if circling around the body.

The two of them glanced at each other, thinking that someone was playing a prank, but the two of them agreed that it was impossible for anyone to be so clever in light skills, and to be able to fluctuate from left to right in an instant. If you have to make an explanation, it's not a human, it's only a ghost. Thinking of this, the two of them searched around with their eyes in horror, swallowing their saliva and their legs trembling.

The laughter sounded again, followed by an old and deep voice, and said in a long tone: "There is nothing here, there is nothing, there is only a pile of white bones left, don't you even let go of a pile of white bones? Forget, forget this place, this place is already a purgatory on earth! ”

The two of them were so frightened that they unconsciously threw down their steel knives, and the most they wanted to do was to escape, but their legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they could not move.