The dining room of the Hengshan faction is located in the east of the main hall of Qingheyuan in Houshan, there are four large windows, the ventilation is excellent, the sun is abundant, spacious and bright, it is the place where all the miscellaneous disciples eat, it is the beginning of noon, and the dining room is already full of people. At this time, there are only twelve or thirteen-year-old disciples, Xu is because of his young age, and he has just started to get started, and he has a big heart to play, and he actually uses chopsticks or steamed buns in his hands to play and play, some people take the lead, and naturally some people follow the coaxing, and the dining room is suddenly chaotic, and chopsticks and steamed buns are flying everywhere.

"You hit me. ”

"Oops......"

"Throw steamed buns at me again, and I'll take your food and make you hungry. ”

"This is mine. ”

"Why are you smearing vegetable soup on my face?"

"My new clothes. ”......

For a while, the dining room was frolicking and playing, Li Zifeng, who had just come here from Shangqingyuan to get a meal, stepped into Qinghe Garden, and when he walked to the door of the main hall, he happened to see the scene of a pot of porridge in the dining room, his brows couldn't help but tighten, and his face sank.

A few slightly older disciples may have felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and when they turned around, they saw Li Zifeng standing at the door with a gloomy face, put down his rice bowl and quickly got up and knelt on the ground, "Senior brother." ”

The dining room suddenly fell silent, and all the miscellaneous disciples instantly knelt together, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Li Zifeng sighed silently, and he was not in a hurry to ask, but he avoided the mess on the ground, walked slowly to the table, picked up a soft steamed bun and looked at it carefully, and after a while, he said coldly, "Since you don't want to eat, then don't eat today." From now until the end of noon, and from the beginning of the hour to the end of the hour of dinner, all of you, kneel here to keep your meal. ”

The miscellaneous disciples were dejected one by one, and they no longer had the strength to fight, and they didn't dare to disobey Li Zifeng's order, so they said in unison, "Yes." ”

At this time, the little disciple kneeling in the corner opened his mouth hesitantly, "Big... Senior brother, this matter started because of me alone, if you want to punish me, you can punish me alone. ”

Li Zifeng looked at this little disciple who was only ten years old, his voice was still a little immature, he already knew how to bear everything, and there was a little approval in his eyes, but he didn't spare him because of this, and frowned slightly, "That is the case, you will clean this place alone in a while, and no one else will be allowed to help." ”

"Yes. ”

The Hengshan faction has always had a clear division of labor, and the cleaning work of the dining room is all in charge of the disciples in charge of the dining room, and one of the disciples thought that the little junior disciple who had just started was only responsible for the simple work of delivering clothes on weekdays, but at this time he was going to be punished for the heavy cleaning work, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he took a step on his knees, "Senior brother, you don't allow others to help, but what if we are voluntary?"

Seeing this, the others also echoed, "Senior brother, we also participated in the fight just now, so we also have a part in cleaning the table and the ground." ”

Li Zifeng smiled with relief, "Then we have to wait until you kneel after the punishment." As he spoke, he looked at the little disciple who took the initiative to admit his mistakes, for some reason, looking at him, he would always think of himself when he first worshiped under Ouyang Ze's door, and at this time he suddenly remembered to pick a sensible child for Ouyang Ze to be a disciple, because he had been busy and there was no suitable candidate, he was delayed, but it was just right at this time... So he asked, "You... It's called Mo Xuan?"

The little disciple lowered his head, "Yes." ”

"How old are you this year?"

"Eleven years old. ”

"Good. Li Zifeng nodded, "After finishing the work in the evening, go to Yuntian Pavilion to find me, I have something to tell you." ”

"Yes. ”

The study room of Yuntian Pavilion is bright and tidy, spotless, and there is a piece of rice paper spread out on the spacious bookcase, and the rice paper presents four big characters 'Hongyuan Villa' on which the ink has not dried.

"Hongyuan Villa ......" Li Zifeng, who was sitting in front of the bookcase, whispered, and then picked up the pen and wrote down the words 'Li Muyang', for some reason, whenever he mentioned these, Li Zifeng felt weird, and always felt that something was wrong.

'Uh!' The pen in his hand slipped and fell on the white rice paper, splashing a little ink, Li Zifeng suddenly felt as if his head had been hit hard by a hammer, and it hurt violently, and the scene in front of him actually had a double ghost, and then gradually transformed, forming another scene, the study room that was familiar in the past, but at this time, it looked very unfamiliar, where is this? Li Zifeng muttered, shook his head, closed his eyes again, tried to relax himself, leaned back on the chair, raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples.

At this time, the sound of gentle footsteps gradually approached, very harsh in the quiet study, Li Zifeng opened his eyes suddenly, reached out and grabbed the wrist of the person who came, and when he came back to his senses, the study in front of him was still the familiar study, and the person in front of him was his fellow disciple Xu Zining, who relaxed.

Xu Zining was taken aback by Li Zifeng's reaction, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Li Zifeng let go of his hand, stood up and smiled awkwardly, "Scared you?"

"It's quite heavy. Xu Zining complained and frowned slightly, rubbed his reddened wrist, and unintentionally saw the face of the person in front of him slightly pale, and sighed lightly, "You have an ugly face now, do you know? Are you sick? Do you want to find Elder Yaodan?"

"No, maybe it's a little tired. Li Zifeng pretended to smile lightly, "Look at you, why are you so wordy at a young age?"

"Hongyuan Villa, Li Muyang..."Xu Zining saw the words on the rice paper clearly, "Why did you study Hongyuan Villa again?

Li Zifeng walked to the basin shelf, wrung a clean hand towel, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, hung up the hand towel again, and folded back to the bookcase to pack up the paper and pen, "Wang Zhuang, the hall master of the Lingye Palace who was caught a few days ago, he confessed that he had a connection with Hongyuan Villa recently......" Li Zifeng said, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and stared at Xu Zining in a blink of an eye, "What did you just say?"

"I..." Xu Zining suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with Li Zifeng's reaction, and after thinking about it, he said, "I said why did you study Hongyuan Villa again..."

Next sentence. Li Zifeng frowned.

"Next?" Xu Zining hesitated, "Next... Oh, I mean, do you have a grudge against them?"

Li Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right." ”

"What?"

"Back then, I was seriously injured and lying at the bottom of the cliff, and that position happened to be not far from Hongyuan Villa......"

"Oh, okay, what are you thinking about so much?" Xu Zining found a cool ointment and kneaded it on Li Zifeng's temples, muttering, "If you continue to think like this, you will go crazy sooner or later." ”

Li Zifeng gently opened Xu Zining's hand, "But I really ......"

"Hey... Stop!" Xu Zining waved his hand, walked to the outhouse, took an apple and nibbled on it, "Besides, should you tell me that your childhood memories are slowly recovering?"

"Hey!" Li Zifeng walked over quickly, "Do you know that this apple has not been washed!"

"What? cough cough ......" The apple flesh that he had time to swallow was stuck in his throat, Xu Zining coughed violently, and finally drank the tea handed over by Li Zifeng to relieve it.

"Senior brother, you can't hurt me like this. ”

Li Zifeng was helpless, and he couldn't say anything, so he just raised his hand and patted him lightly.

"Oops..."

In the autumn mountains, the weather is changeable, the sky that has just been clear gradually glooms, the autumn wind blows, bringing up the branches of the trees, and blowing down a few dead leaves, and a gentle drizzle after a while.

Wangshan Cliff is located on the west side of Houshan, which is the highest place in the whole Houshan, with steep mountains and thousands of walls. The surrounding mountain peaks loom in the background. Not far away, a few lone geese fluttered their wings in the sky. Li Zifeng stood in a fairly flat open space, staring at the vast expanse under his feet, letting the drizzle fall on his face and melt into his clothes.

Whenever it was a rainy day, the helplessness when he woke up in Shang Qingyuan that year would flood into his heart, and he would feel a burst of sourness, wanting to cry but couldn't cry, as if something was lost with that memory.

At this time, an umbrella appeared above his head at the right time, Li Zifeng came back to his senses, and hurriedly saluted, "Master." ”

Ouyang Ze nodded, looking at a trace of sorrow flashing in Li Zifeng's eyes, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this apprentice is meticulous in handling documents on weekdays, and he is a good hand at helping to take care of sect affairs. After all these years, Ouyang Ze never mentioned the scene when he rescued him from the foot of the mountain, but even so, he still couldn't avoid his thoughts of looking for the past, and once he got into the tip of the horns, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to pull it out without taking some time.

After being silent for a long time, Ouyang Ze asked, "What do you remember?"

Li Zifeng hesitated for a while, opened his mouth, and finally couldn't say anything. He could see that Ouyang Ze deliberately withheld his emotions when he mentioned Hongyuan Villa, it seemed to be... hatred, and for the reason for this emotion, Ouyang Ze has always kept silent. Therefore, you can't say anything until everything is clear.

After thinking about it, Li Zifeng lowered his eyes, "No." ”

Ouyang Ze sighed heavily, taking in the slightly changing look on the face of the person in front of him, but he didn't ask any further, "If you can't think of it, don't fight, beware of being sad." ”

At this time, Li Zifeng really wanted to repeat the first words that he said when he woke up in Shang Qingyuan that year, 'I'm afraid'. But after all, he has grown up, he is no longer a child, and some things cannot be left to himself. But there are some things that he can't wait to find out immediately, that is, his past, and thinking about it, he suddenly has a bold idea in his heart. But this idea can only be buried in the heart and carried out in secret.

Thinking of this, Li Zifeng forcibly pulled his thoughts back, then took the oil-paper umbrella in Ouyang Ze's hand, and asked tentatively, "Master, are you looking for a disciple here, do you have something to order?"

Ouyang Ze smiled deeply, "In the past two days, while you are free, you should take a good rest first, and after a few days, when the sect is lively, you will be busy." ”

"Huh?" Li Zifeng raised his eyebrows, not knowing what was going on, but looking at Ouyang Ze's calm eyes, he seemed to have thought of something, and smiled knowingly, "Master don't worry, disciple understands." ”

Hung Yuen Villa

The rain was pouring down. As the autumn breeze blows and the coolness rises, a man in black walks through the pavilion corridor, walks to the front of the room and stops, and stands a wet oil-paper umbrella at the base of the wall.

Gently pushing the door open, when I first entered the room, a screen splashed with ink and landscape came into view. Bypassing the screen, a tea table was placed firmly in the center of the room. A middle-aged man in a dark cyan robe sat in front of the tea table, sipping tea leisurely, seeing that the man in black was uninvited, he was not angry, but quietly poured tea into the tea bowl opposite him and motioned for him to sit down.

The heat rises steamingly, and the faint aroma of tea wafts in the air, which is refreshing. But at this time, the man in black did not have that kind of leisure and elegance.

"According to the informant, Wang Zhuang has already explained the news that he came here to talk to you. The man in black frowned slightly, "Dad, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that the Hengshan faction is going to make a move on Hongyuan Villa." ”

"What's the hurry?" The middle-aged man was still sipping tea leisurely, seemingly unaffected by the emotions of the person opposite, "If you are in a hurry, you can't do a big thing!"

The middle-aged man who spoke was Li Muyang, the owner of Hongyuan Villa, and the man in black opposite was Li Muyang's son, Li Shijie, the owner of the young village.

Li Shijie listened, drank the hot tea absentmindedly, Li Muyang poured him tea again, and said with a smile, "Tea must be drunk slowly to have a taste." ”

Li Shijie glanced at the coldness that flashed in Li Muyang's eyes, picked up the teacup again and brought it to his mouth to drink it all, only to feel that the bitterness had already spread in his mouth, up to his heart and lungs, "How many more people will die before you are satisfied?"

Li Muyang slammed the tea bowl on the table, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an imperceptible sneer, "Are you questioning me? Or perhaps, you are still pitying your short-lived brother?"

Li Shijie squeezed the tea bowl tightly, his half-brother Li Shiying, who was only seven years old, was forced to fall off the cliff by the person in front of him, he cried and searched for two days and two nights, but to no avail. slowly accepted the fact of Li Shiying's death, but what made him even more chilling was that the Li family didn't even give him a simple funeral.

Li Shijie's eyes were red, and his voice was choked, "Unscrupulous means to achieve the goal, even giving up your relatives, aunt and brother, is the best example." ”

"That's enough! It's not a pity for the despicable mother and son to die!" Li Muyang slapped the table hard, and the teapot and bowl on the table also trembled, "Do you know? Your current mood is very dangerous. ”

Li Shijie's expression was dull.

Li Muyang leaned forward, leaned close to Li Shijie's face, and said word by word, "Clean up your ridiculous emotions." Then he sat back and continued to drink tea leisurely, as if nothing had happened, "Two days later, you and the dark line should be outside and infiltrate the Hengshan Sect Library to steal the treasure map and seal. As for the joints, I'll tell you then. ”

A trace of surprise flashed in Li Shijie's eyes, the seal is a token of the Hengshan faction's dispatch of various martial arts decent, losing him is equivalent to losing most of the command of the martial arts, and the treasure map is the place where the Hengshan faction hides the treasure, which is used as Liang Jingchao's reserve fund every year. Stealing two such important things came out of Li Muyang's mouth, as if he was describing his day's diet and daily life.

He also vaguely remembered that fifteen years ago, Li Muyang had led people to infiltrate the Hengshan faction in an attempt to steal it, but in the end, due to the opponent's tight defense, it ended in failure, thinking of this, he smiled helplessly, "Your wish that was not fulfilled fifteen years ago, but now you want me to complete it for you?" It's just that if I miss, I don't know if you will have the good luck you had at the beginning and come back alive." ”

Li Muyang smiled and said, "I believe in you." ”

Hengshan School Shang Qing Yuan

A secret door in the shape of a bookshelf in the study opened, Ouyang Ze held the candlestick alone, and walked into a secret room by the dim light, on the wall in the center of the front of the secret room, there was a portrait hanging, and two spiritual positions were placed in front of it, and the name of 'Hu Ziyun' written on one of the spiritual seats became an eternal pain in Ouyang Ze's heart.

Hu Ziyun is his beloved wife, but died at the hands of treasure thieves fifteen years ago, at that time, she was still pregnant with their child in her belly, the blank spiritual seat next to Hu Ziyun's spiritual seat was set up for the unborn child, he had already obeyed the door rules, and tried his best to forget about it, and not long ago, when he found out the trend of the attempted collusion between Hongyuan Villa and Lingye Palace, the murderer's face appeared in his mind again, that is the current owner of Hongyuan Villa, Li Muyang!

Ouyang Ze looked at the portrait of Hu Ziyun on the wall, took out a handkerchief again, carefully wiped the spiritual position of Hu Ziyun and his unborn child, and finally couldn't control the tears that had already overflowed, and swore fiercely in his heart, "In the past, according to the rules, I couldn't do anything to them, but now... Ziyun, don't worry, if Hongyuan Villa does something harmful to the world, I will definitely kill Li Muyang and avenge you and the child!"

Hongyuan Villa, Li Shijie's study

Li Shijie walked with the wind, returned to his study with his breath, and before he could catch his breath, he waved his hand to put the pen and ink inkstone and teacup on the bookcase... Everything that could be touched was pushed down, and after a 'clanging' sound, the ground was in shambles. A servant who was about to enter the door to serve tea stopped and hesitated in shock, but was immediately frightened away by the next angry shout of 'Get out!' from the people in the study.

"Why be so angry?" a ghostly voice came from behind the screen in the corner of the study.

Li Shijie looked at the long figure behind the screen, his eyes were like torches, as if he was about to burn through the screen that separated the two. But when he was young, he withdrew his gaze and erupted into self-deprecating laughter, and his body trembled slightly, until a tear flowed down the corner of his eye.

The black shadow seemed unmoved, quietly waiting for him to vent all his emotions, then sighed slowly, as if regretfully, "After all these years, you still can't forget your poor brother." ”

Li Shijie's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, his fists and fingers tightened, he pinched the corner of the table tightly, smothered his breath in his chest, and made a hoarse voice, "Dare to mention him again, believe it or not, I will make you like this residue and fragments all over the ground?!"

The man in black finally couldn't bear it anymore, and walked out from behind the screen, facing the dim light, and gradually revealed his face. He was long and thin, with bronzed skin, well-defined and deep features, dark ice eyes, wild and uninhibited, and a dissolute smile on his wicked and handsome face. This man's name, like his style, is called 'Floating.' ’

The floating shadow is Li Shijie's secret entourage and guard, called the master and servant, but in fact, it is the eyeliner that Li Muyang planted next to Li Shijie, and the purpose of the floating shadow is to protect and monitor in the dark.

Li Shijie was extremely disgusted with the two faces of the floating shadow, and was looking for opportunities to get rid of him all the time, but when the opportunity was really in front of him, he hesitated, because the floating shadow still had some use value for him. He had no choice but to live patiently in this contradiction, thinking of this, the corners of his mouth pulled out a trace of an invisible wry smile, "Dad is really good in front of you! Any suggestion you have, he will almost listen to it, including this mission that may be in vain!"

"Don't worry, with me, I won't let you die. ”

Li Shijie stared at the floating shadow face tightly, so calm that he could no longer see the slightest emotion.