Speaking of this, Tang Fei'er's face turned pale, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she sobbed in a low voice. Shen Feiyang hurriedly stood up, found a tissue on the table, and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his mother's eyes.

It was a long time before Tang Fei'er stopped crying.

Shen Feiyang lived in Tangjiabao for a week, and Tang Fei'er also took the time to accompany him to the deep mountains of Shenlongjia to visit Wu's mother's family. A few days later, Shen Feiyang prepared to go down the mountain to continue looking for clues to his father's death, and he said to his mother:

"Mother, I am ready to go down the mountain tomorrow to find the murderer of my father as soon as possible and avenge my father. ”

"Kid, do you have any new clues?" Tang Fei'er asked with concern.

"Mother, there are no new clues yet, but if you don't look for it, you won't find any clues, I believe that as long as I work hard, I will definitely be able to find the clues to the murderer who killed my father back then, and the truth will be revealed to the world sooner or later.

Now, according to Qi Yiyan, Third Uncle Qi and your account, I think it is still necessary to grasp two people, one is the fungus oil, and the other is Tang Chuan'er of the Tang Sect.

If you want to know the truth about my father's murder, you have to start with these two people. Mother, what do you think of me?"

Shen Feiyang earnestly asked for his mother's opinion.

Now Tang Fei'er is already like a withered body, her heart is like ashes, and the two people she loves the most in this world, one of them has left her forever, and the other has grown up.

Should the husband's revenge be avenged? Should it be avenged? Not to mention that it is difficult to find the murderer, if it is found, it will inevitably be a killing, when will it be revenge, and is it necessary to take revenge?

It is only right for his beloved son to avenge his father, but it is bound to be full of danger for him to take revenge, and it is not okay to let him go, and it is not okay to let him go, but in this situation, he can only let him go.

If her son encounters any misfortune in the past, then she will not have the courage to live in the world in this life.

Tang Fei'er hesitated for a long time and slowly said to his son:

"Child, revenge must be avenged, my mother did not wait for your father's promise, and the grievances of the rivers and lakes are no longer lingering, I just ask you to be safe.

When you go, there will be too many dangers on the road, how can you rest assured that you are a mother, but when your son is born in this world, he will not even take revenge on his father, how can he be worthy of being called a son?

What's more, you are the son of Shen Lang, the lone wolf in the Snow Mountain, and you have more righteousness and responsibility on your shoulders than others.

Originally, my mother wanted you to stay with me for a while longer, but now my mother has no reason to keep you, and you have to rely on yourself to go your way.

The two clues you just mentioned are the key to finding out the truth about your father's murder, you must be careful when looking for them, the hearts of the people in the rivers and lakes are sinister, you must keep an extra eye.

Oh, there's a clue, I suddenly remembered, when your father took you away, he said that he had a wax chip, and said that it was very important, and you can visit this wax chip by the way. You can leave tomorrow and stay with you for another night tonight. ”

Tang Fei'er said something, Shen Feiyang knew that his mother had too much helplessness and sadness, so he nodded silently.

After dinner, Tang Fei'er called Shen Feiyang to her side with Dongmei and Qiu Ju, and she said to Shen Feiyang:

"Son, when your father left, I played him a song called "Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms", and tomorrow you will leave your mother again, and I will give this song to you and to your father.

If your father has a spirit in heaven, I am sure he will understand my feelings and will definitely bless you with success in heaven.

Dongmei, Qiuju, I'll play, you two sing a song, let's sing it in its entirety. It's been almost twenty years, and I haven't played or sung this piece in its entirety.

Son, if you dance the sword for your mother, you will dance your best "Yanqing Eighteen Waves". You prepare. ”

"Yes, mother. "Yes, Aunt Tang. ”

All three answered.

Tang Fei'er sat in front of the guzheng and asked the three of them to find a good position, only to see her ten fingers of both hands walking quickly on the strings, the melodious and far-reaching sound of the piano, like clear spring water flowing out of the strings, and the sound of the piano, Dongmei and Qiu Ju sang:

The plum blossoms are playing with a high wind, the thin jacket is light, and Luo is floating freely, and the green leaves are a little shy and shy

Three points of dark joy reflect the red robe, plum blossoms and two alleys to welcome the spring song, Rui Xue dissolves into ice jade skin

Mistakenly take Luoying as intentional, Hongchen is a dream, who is stupid, and the plum blossom three makes a group of immortals

The fog surrounds the clouds, the birds are noisy, the butterflies and dancing bees are flying and colorful, and the heart of Dan composes the nine heavens

Empty reverie, laughing, picking stamen, breaking the intestines, thinking of the hometown, and playing green

Quoting "Three Alleys", I don't feel that my soul is flying, I complain and tears are stained with clothes, and I arrange flowers and flowers on a different day

To be lonely and ironic, afraid of the east wind, blowing overnight, I once walked alone on the white waterfront

The two ecstasy souls of the early plum and the remnants of the snow are like skin cream, and the fragrance has been smelled at night

Invite friends to walk under the forest with respect, spend a lot of flowers, remember drunk, forget to groan, hide the wind and cold, why be it

A Hongyan pen dotted the red lips, don't forget the rainy boat in the south of the Yangtze River, only the plum valley is a narrow lotus

Zhixue pressed the wind and Xiaosu, Jun Fei stepped on a horse to fight, and the Yiren waited for thousands of days

The silver wire is loaded into the plain, and the palace lane turns to the ice silk string, and the scenery is boundless and no longer exists

I intend to return to Japan, and I hope to return as soon as possible

The plum blossoms flew down and three lanes, and the snow country city broke the lonely here, and it was so warm that people greeted people with smiles

Who can know the moon by the water and the third world of drunken dreams will see the light of the sun after a thousand years

Jumping into the fire phoenix, the pine branches are covered with silver and white snow, but in January, I see two flying swallows

The beauty town is a hero's mound, the red face is gone, the wind is paved, and the face is groaning, looking back at a thousand points

Zeng slaughtered the dragon and leaned on the sky phoenix, talking about heroes, and there was no trace of dreams when they returned to their dreams

The sword light flashed through the blue and white blades, and the Zhaoyang dancers practiced in white, and the zither strings played the Jiaowei piano

Shachi is unrestrained, blood-dyed clothes, fragrant tears, looking forward to the return of the king, and the Yiren are stubborn as before

The heart is the same as the magic building, and the thing is not a broken mirror, not a Chinese New Year's Eve

Laughing and dying of infatuation, infatuated with love, broken people, old and merciful, died under the king's knife

Do not regret the lonely dream of a thousand years, look forward to your peace day and night, and the pink butterfly flies to the acacia line

Leaving plum alone, remnant snow tears, plum blossoms, no one in my heart, only hope that the original monarch returns

It is difficult to have both beauties and hibiscus like faces and willows like eyebrows, and in August, I know that when the cicadas rain

At dusk, the flower pond takes the plum in the ice, the wind and snow and the waning moon are left to survive, and sit quietly and give up the peace of mind

The fragrant shoulders and jade feet are lightly appreciative, and there are beautiful women, jade, and feathers are cold and smoky in the night

Flowers and shadows, flowing water, flowers are not flowers, and Qingshui Ling is only left between flowers and dreams

Lonely flowers still have to yearn for not understanding people, haggard, and living and dying with you

Where to go to the south of the Yangtze River under the small stone bridge, the water flows with me and smiles a thousand sorrows

The plum blossoms eventually fall all over the ground, and the dead wood does not bloom in the heart, so only the roots remain

The sparse shadow and sunset Mo sit on the clear pu feather fan and shake the smoke and clouds around the beam for three days

The sound of the piano is empty and loud, and the little bridge is panicked when it is heard, and his heart is closed and drooping

Non-human, non-demon, not with the suffer, forget the ten generations of hard love, and then reincarnate into the world to find the king

Goodbye is like a stranger, only to meet polite words, but kneeling under the skirt

I hope that you can regret it in your memory, and the white feather is fluttering, and the finger is lightly dialed, and the meaning is scarce, and love is not love

Love is not love, one person is infatuated, one person is sad, heartbreak and sadness are sad songs

The liver and intestines are broken in the sad autumn, tired and tired, and do not return to the autumn yellow leaves in the sky

Make a winter coat again, and the plum blossoms in spring are another year of flowers

Plum blossom three lanes, non-three lanes, thousands of lanes, plum blossom fragrance, Xiaomeng without traces, tears and traces

Back to the moment to convey the spirit, just like a flower blooming without a trace, concentric circles are drawn concentricly

The indifferent heart painted on the Moxin Courtyard, the plum blossoms came from the deep mountains

Don't let Qiongxiao and the cave sky, the tide is full of flowers, and the mountain flowers are full of white clothes

The sparse bamboo is lightly oblique, the green water is new, the circle is here, the flowers are fragrant, and the forest is looking for the world

Linxi Fishing Office Pan Jun should be like the bright moon of Tiantai Mountain, 45-foot waterfall spring

There are many silky threads, and women's hands hurt, and a thousand voices are not full of feet, and the peach and plum do not drink

But the remnants of the red snow fly in the spring, and the breeze on the first floor is a stream of moon

I don't know who it belongs to tonight, listen to the west window, listen to the drunken lying rail, the rivers and mountains are picturesque, and the ink is thick

The cold pool water is sparkling, the shadow is like a flower, the smile is silent, and the Tsing Yi brocade crown

The fog is gone, the lips are light, the sky is blue, the wind is like snow, and the sky is empty

Clever smile, beautiful eyes, pen and ink, spring dyeing, bee dance leisurely

Shen Feiyang danced to the rhythm of his mother's zither and performed the swordsmanship of "Yanqing Eighteen Waves" twice, and his mother's "Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms" just finished playing.

At the end of the song, Tang Fei'er's long ten fingers pulled and plucked, and the leisurely sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.