Luo Yuxuan and Xiumei sat down side by side and said, "Xiumei, you have a different feeling today than on weekdays. Xiumei smiled: "What does it feel like, but the clothes you wear are different." Luo Yuxuan whispered in her ear: "It's more beautiful and beautiful than usual." Xiumei smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to say sweet words, why didn't you find out before." Luo Yuxuan grabbed Xiumei's palm and held it, and said solemnly: "Xiumei, you and I have gone through hardships together, and we can finally be together, I will treat you well in the future." ”

Xiumei said: "I believe what you say, and I will take good care of you and my mother-in-law." The two of them promised each other, and the small room was lit by candlelight, and the warmth was boundless.

When the two of them were immersed in happiness and joy, they only heard the slight sound of the window, and a figure pushed the window open and jumped in. The two of them were shocked back to reality by the sound, Xiumei got up and asked, "Who is it?" I saw a person sitting against the wall with his hands on his shoulders, covered in blood, and it seemed that he was injured.

Luo Yuxuan picked up the candlestick and took a closer look, only to see a person with a silver beard and white hair, a sword in his hand, his clothes were stained with blood, and he was panting. Luo Yuxuan blurted out and exclaimed, "It's Mr. Zhang!" Xiumei also exclaimed: "Why is Mr. injured?" The two helped Zhang Ziyang up from the ground and sat down on a chair as they spoke. Xiumei hurriedly opened the makeup she brought, took a red magnetic bottle from a box, took scissors, and cut off a piece of cloth. When he came to Zhang Ziyang's body, he opened the magnetic bottle, poured the medicine powder inside on Zhang Ziyang's wound, stopped the blood flow immediately, and bandaged the wound with a cloth.

Zhang Ziyang held his sword firmly beside him, then looked at Luo Yuxuan and Zhou Xiumei, and said, "You two are finally together, I'm very happy!" Luo Yuxuan heard it in a fog, looked at Zhang Ziyang, and then at Xiumei, and said: "Mr. Zhang's words, the juniors don't understand very well. Zhang Ziyang hissed: "Do you have tea, I'm so thirsty, pour me a cup." ”

Luo Yuxuan said: "Yes, yes." Hurriedly ran to the table, poured a cup of tea from the teapot, and brought it to Zhang Ziyang's hand. Zhang Ziyang took the tea, raised his head and drank it in one sip, handed the empty cup back to Luo Yuxuan, Luo Yuxuan poured another cup, Zhang Ziyang drank it as usual, Luo Yuxuan was about to pour it again, Zhang Ziyang stopped: "Yuxuan, it's enough, don't pour it." ”

He glanced at Luo Erren again and said, "You all sit down, I have something to talk to you." Luo sat down on the stool as he said.

Zhang Ziyang said: "There must be a lot of questions in your minds, who am I, why am I armed with martial arts, why did I disappear inexplicably, why did I become the so-called thief in the mouth of the imperial court, why did I break into your new house in the middle of the night with a sword in my hand, and why was I injured, isn't it?"

Luo Erren nodded. Zhang Ziyang smiled, sighed again, and said: "Alas, now, if you want to hide it, you can't hide it, you are all credible people, I will tell you the whole thing!"

Zhang Ziyang said to Zhou Xiumei: "Xiumei, does Yuxuan know that you know about martial arts?" As soon as he said this, Luo Yuxuan was taken aback, turned his head to look at Xiumei who was sitting beside him, and said: "Xiumei, you really know martial arts, it seems that my guess is right." Xiumei said: "You already have some suspicions, I know I can't hide it from you." Luo Yuxuan said: "After you saved me last time, I thought, how could a weak woman rescue me from the hands of the Tartar so easily, but I really don't dare to imagine where you learned a martial art, this seems to be too whimsical as you said, and then I didn't think about it again, but this thought has always remained in my mind." ”

Xiumei said: "Yes, I am good at martial arts, and Mr. Zhang is my master." Luo Yuxuan was shocked: "The more you talk about me, the more confused I become, how did Mr. Zhang become your master?" Xiumei said: "This is true. However, I know martial arts and my husband teaches me martial arts, except for Master and Brother Ah Cheng know, even my father and mother don't know. He explained to Luo Yuxuan: "Brother Ah Cheng is Master's servant, hey, Master, Brother Ah Cheng, why is he not with you?"

Zhang Ziyang's expression was gloomy, and he said: "Ah Cheng and I were chased by the Tartars, Ah Cheng became a cover for me, and I was killed by the Tartars halfway through!" She was afraid of being noticed by relatives and friends outside the room, so she didn't dare to cry out loud, so she only sobbed lowly. Although Luo Yuxuan had never seen Ah Cheng, he had heard the fat aunt say that Zhang Ziyang had a scholar, and he thought it was Ah Cheng as they said.

Xiumei cried for a while, and Zhang Ziyang comforted: "Xiumei, don't be too sad and sad, Ah Cheng went out with me this time, and he also killed several Tartar soldiers, he died well, and he died enough." The words still can't hide the bitterness.

Xiumei stopped crying, and Zhang Ziyang said to Luo Yuxuan: "The whole matter is still up to me, Xiumei is just my apprentice, and she doesn't know anything about me." ”

Luo Yuxuan took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Xiumei, Xiumei wiped away her tears and said: "Master's actions are secretive, although the disciple has long had questions, he has not dared to ask, for fear of violating the door rules. Since Master is willing to say it tonight, it couldn't be better. ”

Zhang Ziyang nodded and said slowly: "Actually, I am an old minister of the former Ming Dynasty. Luo Erren was taken aback when he heard this. Zhang Ziyang said again: "I am just a six-rank military attache in the former Ming Dynasty, my martial arts are from Kongtong, and I am a disciple of the Kongtong faction." The number of martial artists, but I told Xiumei. ”

Xiumei nodded and said, "When the master first taught me martial arts, he told me about the origin and sect of the martial arts of the sect, which was intended to inform the disciples that from the first day of learning the martial arts of the Kongtong sect, they must abide by the rules of the door, always drink water and think of the source, and must not forget their roots. Zhang Ziyang said: "You remember what I said firmly, very well." He also said: "After the former Ming Dynasty died and the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the Central Plains, our old ministers cared about the Han people, how could we let the Yidi foreign tribes enslave our Han people and occupy the foundation of our Han people." So they rose up to resist, helpless and weak, lonely and difficult to sing, although they had the intention to kill the thief, but they were powerless to return to the sky. A group of our colleagues and aspirants have been in the Qing court for several years, and also caused great trouble to the Manchu emperor, so they sent heavy troops to encircle and suppress at one time, because the disparity between the strength of the enemy and us is too great, most of the brothers were killed and martyred, and only a small part was left to break through and escape, and I was one of the escapees. ”

When Zhang Ziyang said this, he felt dry again. Xiumei stood up, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, and said, "Master, you drink saliva and speak slowly." Zhang Ziyang took a sip, licked his chapped lips, and continued: "Our group of people were scattered by the Qing soldiers, and when I broke out from the northeast, I was injured in many places, although it was not fatal, but it was painful, tired and hungry, and finally I couldn't support it and passed out in a forest." ”