"Brother Qu, it turns out that you are hiding in Huizhou", Luo Zi, the old guard light cavalry captain, greeted him.

Qu Lingyun was stunned, and then the two hugged each other, as if they were long-lost brothers. Qu Lingyun slapped Luo Zi's sturdy arm, "The tiger head of the Xiaoqi camp is still the same, but it's a pity that I'm blessed."

The second monk who was originally nervous touched his bald head, and the murderous wandering monk Rao was well-informed and unreasonable.

It turned out that Qu Lingyun was also the light cavalry captain of the Beifu Bingxiao Cavalry Battalion, that is, the top boss of the fisherman Geng Dali, who died in battle on the bank of the Tongou River.

I think that Luo Zi, Qu Lingyun, and Zhu Biao were called the "Three Tigers" of the Xiao Riding Battalion. Although most of the old soldiers in Beifu who were scattered in Kyushu at the beginning were riddled with injuries and illnesses, they eventually lived in despair. But there are also many generals like Qu Lingyun who have made great achievements and left, and then disappeared in this river and lake, and there is no trace of them.

"Qu Lingyun, the light cavalry captain of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, knock to see the young master", Qu Lingyun, who was blessed, lifted his green shirt, knelt on his knees, and burst into tears, not thinking that he would be able to see Yang Gong's descendants again in this life.

"Uncle Qu, I often hear Daddy Geng mention you."

"Geng Dali, that rabbit cub, I think when he kicked the camp back then, he ran faster than Lao Tzu, and he didn't follow the young master out this time?"

"Geng Dali is dead," Yang Ze said softly.

It turned out that Qu Lingyun was reluctant to join the Tianyou Army after the Beifu soldiers were dismissed. Alone in this Huizhou incognito, hard work for decades, the knife is sharpened on the stone, people practice in the world, did not think that he worked hard to build a huge industry, rich on the side, and even bought a few small islands in Mata Lake, built the famous Lingyun Villa in Huizhou.

"Geng Dali died well, good, good", Qu Lingyun got up and sprinkled a bowl of wine on the ground in front of him, and said solemnly, "Brother Geng goes all the way."

Then he picked up a jar of drunken immortal wine that had not yet been opened, patted off the sealed wax, and raised his head to "goo, goo" and drank it.

"I didn't think that I would be able to leave alive one day and die when I joined the Beifu soldiers", he drank to the end of his life and took the case, "happy, happy".

After drinking, he looked at the calm Luo Zi, with a helpless meaning in his eyes, "It's a pity that Brother Zhu Biao has not heard from him, I want our brothers to have a pot of turbid wine in the Wuhan camp in Cangbei back then, one person and one bowl, the sword broke through a thousand armors, and killed ten thousand black horsemen in Cangbei." The one that was killed was called a pleasure, I remember that Zhu Biao also blocked an arrow for me back then", Luo Zi said this, Qu Lingyun, who was sitting opposite, was stunned, as if he had returned to the green years of the golden iron horse, the war drums shook the sky, the people and horses screamed, and the flag covered the sun.

"Hey, old. This Jianghu is old, and we are also old", Qu Lingyun picked up the wine that Luo Zi had just poured and drank it all again, "It's still the same taste, the wine is full of longevity gall wood scoops, and the flowers are blooming in the fairy hall for the Spring Festival."

Outside the window, there were three gongs "tuk-tuk-clang", followed by a shout of "the weather is dry, be careful of the candles". It was late at night, and Yang Ze, Luo Zi, and Qu Lingyun were still drinking.

He didn't expect that a nameless gang like the Jingzhou Qiao Snake Gang would dare to plot against the young master.

He invited Yang Ze and his entourage to live in the Lingyun Villa he operated, after the Beifu soldiers were dismissed, the state capitals around the country were constrained in everything, for fear that the Beifu soldiers would rise again and have been suppressed, but this businessman business was the most capable, but let this light cavalry captain who once galloped the field make a huge industry, of course, this also made Lingyun Villa independent of the dynasty, with its own family and subordinates, not subject to the state capital of the dynasty.

Along the way, Lingyun Villa naturally had someone to answer, which shows that this Lingyun Villa is very powerful in Huizhou. Yanguilou stands on the shore of Mata Lake, and this Lingyun Villa is built in the middle of Mata Lake.

Stepping on the boat of the island building, a good view, Ye Qingxuan and Liu Ru enjoyed the night view of the lake with relish, about half an hour The distant island gradually came into everyone's eyes, and magnificent buildings appeared in front of them.

Coincidentally, part of the business of Lingyun Villa is still the business of Hengyuan Tonghuizhou Branch. This Lingyun Villa is built on a small island in the middle of the lake, with three-storey buildings rising from the ground, horns and cornices, carved beams and painted buildings, and the momentum is magnificent.

A servant in Lingyun Villa had already informed the mansion in advance to vacate several of the largest wings for their group to live in.

After a night without words, Yang Zean slept peacefully until dawn.

On the second day, after Yang Ze got up after washing, Qu Lingyun came to wait outside with his family early in the morning.

There was a portrait hanging in the living room, and Yang Ze looked carefully and found that it was his grandfather Yang Wanli.

"When I heard of Yang Gong's passing, I was deeply saddened. Ten years ago, I often missed Yang Gong, so I ordered someone to draw this image according to my memory, I don't know if it looks like a god?", Qu Lingyun looked at the portrait of Yang Ze and was stunned, I don't know if he thought about something wrong, and explained beside him.

"It's not like, it's not like", Yang Ze shook his head, "It's exactly the same, it's exactly the same", Yang Ze stroked this portrait that was exactly the same as the ancestral hall, but he didn't expect Qu Lingyun to be so affectionate and righteous.

Jianghu children, rivers and lakes.

For some people, a farewell is not a reunion after a year, but a goodbye in the next life.

"Peerless girl, this is the young master Yang Ze, the grandson of Engong that I often mention to you", Qu Lingyun pointed to Yang Ze and said to a handsome little girl behind him.

The little girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a soft-wool brocade cloak, which at first glance was made of fox fur such as Saiwaite, like a hibiscus out of the water, especially a pair of big eyes with water spirits, and the autumn waves were stacked. The delicate and fair skin is the pearl of the owner of Qu Zhuang, called Qu Wushuang, which naturally takes the meaning of "the pearl is out of the dust, and there is no match in the world".

"Well, Wushuang please give the young master a greeting", the little girl bowed and saluted, and Yang Ze got up to return the salute.

At this time, the housekeeper of Lingyunzhuang, who led the way last night, walked in and whispered a few words in Qu Lingyun's ear, and Qu Lingyun seemed to be embarrassed.

"Master Qu Zhuang, you are busy, I have nothing to do to go around the village", Yang Ze saw that there seemed to be something, since Qu Lingyun didn't say it, it was inconvenient for him to ask. He knew that such a big family business naturally had private matters to deal with.

"Young master, then I'll say goodbye first, let Wushuang accompany you around", after speaking, he turned his head and looked at the pearl in the palm of the composer's palm kindly, and said softly, "Wushuang girl, you take the young master around, you have grown up, don't just care about playing with children's temper."

"Knowing grandpa", Qu Wushuang pushed his grandfather out, "You go and get busy with yours, don't worry about handing over the young master to me, and ensure that he won't lose a single hair."

Qu Lingyun bowed to Yang Ze, and then left with confidence.

It was too dark last night, and Yang Ze didn't take a closer look at the construction of this small island.

At this time, accompanied by Qu Wushuang, he found that this small island was hundreds of acres large, and there was a hill more than 100 meters high in the east, which was high in the east and low in the west. Lingyun Villa is built on the mountain, facing the water and backing the mountain, but it is a treasure land of feng shui. There is a small bridge built near the water, and it is rare that there is a stream flowing down this mountain, which is a quiet scene.

"Brother, my father often nags you, and the past of the Beifu soldiers. I'll take you to see the wooden magpie I invented, right?", the little girl took Yang Ze's hand and walked out, and said softly, Yang Ze felt that Qu Wushuang's small hands were gentle and delicate, as silky as satin.

"Mu Que?", Yang Ze looked dazed, and the little girl went up and took his hand and walked towards the lake.

The two of them walked along the quiet path of the villa to a quiet place by the lake. It can be seen that Qu Lingyun is such a granddaughter, who is naturally extremely expensive, and she also set up a quiet house by the lake for the little girl alone.

However, when you enter the courtyard, the corners of the walls are full of colorful flowers, and it is rare that they can bloom in this autumn. In the middle of the courtyard, there are all kinds of Ding furnaces in the shape of Dan furnaces, all kinds of kites are hung on the walls, and there are some wooden devices like bird wings on the ground.

"What are these for?", Yang Ze picked up a few golden pill-sized pills on the table, like the pills refined by the little Taoist priest of Niutou Mountain.

"I heard my grandfather say that there are immortals flying in Niutou Mountain in Jiangzhou and Wudang Mountain in Jingzhou, and Mr. Private School taught me that similar things are recorded in the "Legend of the Immortals". So I want to see if I can fly with a crane", the little girl said as she picked up a puppet on the table that resembled a bird, "You see this is a wooden magpie designed by me, and the big bird's diaphragm is used as two wings", she pointed to the wings of the bird on both sides to show Yang Ze. Then take out two golden pills from the Dan furnace and put them into the wooden box in the belly of the bird. There was a sound, and the wooden bird really soared into the air, flying hundreds of steps before landing, Qu Wushuang picked up the wooden magpie that fell to the ground, blinked his big watery eyes, and said a little sadly, "It's a pity that I can only fly so far."

"Sister Wushuang, this is already very powerful", Yang Ze comforted, "There are indeed immortals flying with swords and flying cranes on the rivers and lakes, but it is difficult for us ordinary people to see it." Another day, my brother will take you to see those immortals who fly on cranes."

"Okay, okay", Wushuang heard Yang Ze say this, his pretty face with tears broke into a smile, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he smiled innocently, and immediately returned to his carefree appearance just now, bouncing and jumping.

Yang Ze suddenly remembered that he had seen a book "The Great Wilderness of the West" in the arsenal of Niutou Mountain at that time, which had such a record of Mu Que, "I'll know when I go back and ask Liu Rushi", he muttered in his heart.

"If life is only as it is first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan", Yang Ze saw a beautiful word on the desk on the other side, the ink had not yet dried, and he could smell the faint fragrance of ink.

"This is a poem you wrote?"

"En", Qu Wushuang replied softly.

Yang Ze didn't know how many sad things this little girl had in her heart, and she could write such beautiful poems.

The two of them boarded a boat to cruise the lake.

Standing on the lake and looking at the past, the water surface is extremely wide, and the island in the center of the lake is surrounded by aquatic plants, which is extremely quiet and quiet, without a little dust. At this time, it is early in the morning, the morning sun shines on the water, the golden light is shining, sparkling, the lake water flows, like a swimming golden dragon, and the boat seems to be in the Qiongtai pavilion.

The little girl resembles a singing lark. Standing side by side with Yang Ze at the bow of the boat, she took out a small and delicate finger piano from her arms, and as her fingertips rose and fell, a melodious sound came out.

Yang Ze was intoxicated by the beautiful melody, standing on the bow of the boat, standing side by side with the little girl, suddenly he found that the waves in the distance were rolling, and the lake gradually divided into two ways, Yang Ze didn't know what monsters were in the water, his body took a step forward, his calves were tense, and his right hand lightly pressed the hilt of the Qingfeng sword, and the qi flowed.

"Whatever is in this water, you have to pass him first, and you must not let this little girl be harmed," he muttered to himself.

The little girl didn't seem to be afraid, and glanced at him gratefully, reassuring Yang Ze a little.

After a while, a huge basalt turtle the size of a building boat surfaced, and a white mist loomed over its head, poking its huge head up. Qu Wushuang was like an old acquaintance, gently stroking its wrinkled head and pointing into the distance.

The basalt turtle seemed to understand her words, and nodded incessantly, Qu Wushuang took Yang Ze's hand and jumped on the huge turtle's back, the turtle's back was covered with turtle patterns that were vertical and horizontal, round and round, it seemed that this turtle seemed to be hundreds of years old.

"Can this Louzhou Xuanwu turtle understand your words?", Xuanwu swam slowly, the two sat on the turtle's back, sitting back to back, Yang Ze asked softly.

Qu Wushuang nodded, "Well, it seems to be able to." When I was about three years old, one night I dreamed of a dragon diving into the lake," and the next day I walked along the shore of the lake, and it was here that I found this basalt turtle, the little girl whispered.

The little girl who was just beginning to fall in love leaned against Yang Ze.

A breeze blew, and she felt that the back of the young master of the Yang Mansion behind her was like a big mountain, and she was like a tired bird, landing comfortably on the branches, and couldn't help curling back.

"Oh, there is such a miraculous thing", Yang Ze felt that the little girl leaned towards him, and he didn't hide.

"Whoa... Bang la...", the basalt turtle as big as a building boat moved the clear lake water on all four legs, slowly carrying the two of them in the lake, the time of the world seemed to be still, only two people and one turtle.

The rush of these days made Yang Ze's heart a rare moment of tranquility at this moment, and he raised his eyes to look at the vast blue waves, and the frost of the rivers and the sky.

"Brother Yang Ze, will you still come to see me?"

"Yes".

"Then let's pull the hook, I'll wait for you".

"Yes".

"Don't know the autumn of the two places, take care of each other without words, love day and night", the little girl only vaguely understood at this time that Mr. Private School was drunk, shook her head and recited the meaning of the Confucian master Qiu Jun's nothingness.