Lao Langzhong said it very simply and very clearly.

But the moment An Qing heard this, she was still stunned for a moment, and her mind was blank.

It's as if this sentence is not as concise and concise as Lao Langzhong said, but there is some kind of mystery hidden in it, so that when it reaches An Qing's ears, it becomes a lot of obscure words.

The void continues. Sadness or joy, tension and relief, there is no such thing, nothing comes to mind.

And such a long pause made An Qing a little uncomfortable. She opened her mouth to take a hard breath, but found that her chest seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't relieve it no matter what.

At the end of the gap, fear breeds.

An Qing has always been a very timid person, and only when Zhao Jushi is next to him, will he become bolder.

And now, the fear that she had forgotten at some point began to take over again.

When An Qing is afraid, she will start to say something inconsequential in a panic.

"No, don't be kidding, he has been in Miao Jiang before, but he is invincible. An Qing smiled lightly, her eyes bright.

The old man chewed off a herb and fell silent.

An Qing walked forward while muttering something that sounded inexplicable to the old man.

"You may not know, right? On Xizi Lake, he alone carried all the sword qi left by Luo Jianqi back then, and punished the murderer with thousands of catties of West Lake water. On the night that Willow Leaf Villa was destroyed, it was he who fought his way out of the dead, which surprised me. ”

"Oh yes, yes, there is also the matter of Miao Jiang, I can't leave it unmentioned. He was alone, and he didn't even bring a sword, so he dared to stop the 10,000 elite soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty. That's 10,000 people, and he stopped him in the valley path, and he couldn't move forward. ”

"Such a person will not die easily, will he not die under a sword, will he not die in a pair of poisons?"

The old man was full of confusion, but in fact, even An Qing couldn't understand what she was saying.

An Qing trembled into the bamboo house, accidentally tripped over the threshold, stumbled in, held on to the old wooden wall, and looked at the lonely candle flame in the inner room.

"There is also a time in Qingdi Township, a time in Qingdi Township......"

An Qing paused, as if some power suddenly came out of her heart, and rushed into the room, but she couldn't control her steps, and fell to the side of the bed at once. She straightened up against the floor, kneeled to the edge of the bed, and stretched out her hands in a panic.

The quilt had been lifted aside by Lao Langzhong, and the layman lying on the bed was still wearing the familiar white clothes, but there was a dark blood hole in his chest.

It was the turn of spring and summer, and the few flavors of pandan that Lao Lang put on Zhao Wu'an's chest couldn't stop the pungent stench coming from there.

An Qing held his hand tightly. Zhao Wu'an's body was extremely hot, and his forehead was red like fireworks.

"When you were in Qingdi Township, you said that you would solve the case, but you would do your best to reduce the sins in this world by a few points. An Qing muttered to herself, "Now that there is another case happening next to you, don't lie down." Hurry up and heal, then get up and solve the case, that's what you're supposed to do, right?"

No response.

An Qing's voice fell on the empty house, cold and lonely, like a pebble thrown into a dry well, failing to stir up the slightest splash. Even she couldn't help but tremble.

"Zhao Wu'an?"

An irrepressible sourness surged from the chest and lungs, rushing to the nose and pupils. Almost as she screamed, tears welled up.

"You get up for me, Zhao Wu'an!!"

The old man sighed, walked out of the room silently, and closed the door behind him.

The night before the stairs is as cool as water, and the waning moon is gray in the sky. The cool breeze of late spring swept meaninglessly in the courtyard, eager to take away the last touch of this spring.

Supporting his legs and feet, which were too obedient due to his old age, Lao Langzhong sat down slowly on the edge of the steps, looking up at the bright Milky Way in the sky.

I don't know how many years he has lived in this village, he only knows that from a certain day, he was told by the elders of the clan not to leave Duxiu Village for the rest of his life.

So he sat on these steps for sixty years, and saw all the morning and evening days and nights for sixty years, with ups and downs. His two sons were old enough to start a family, both riding horses and armor to defend the country, and both were shrouded in horse leather to rest in the green mountains, and he still sat here, looking at this not-so-beautiful starry sky.

"Hehe, Dusk Village, Twilight Village. The old man muttered, and gave another piece of lark root to the entrance. This medicine is slightly sour and bitter in the mouth, and has the effect of clearing the tongue and keeping out the cold.

"People, if you live your whole life, you can't always be trapped in this matter. ”

Talking to himself, he shook his head with a calm face.

"I've been incognito to this point, and I shouldn't cut myself off for these two people, and this matter needs to be considered in the long run. ”

Inside the house, An Qing's crying voice had gradually become low, and it was almost impossible to hear.

"Zhao Wu'an, this name, I have indeed heard it. The old man muttered to himself, "But it doesn't have to be that person...... At that time, the pro-guard army that made leaves sent the second prince into the Song Dynasty, and met the Khitan iron cavalry on the border between the two dynasties, and they should have all died in battle. If that prince were still alive now, he shouldn't be here......"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand again, pinched his fingers, and shook his head silently.

"No, no, I have already calculated a hexagram back then, and the second prince of Ye did die in that surprise attack, and until now, the result has not changed. ”

As he muttered to himself, he kept reaching out and pinching his fingers. The withered and wrinkled fingers are neatly retracted, seemingly irregular, but there is a certain mystery hidden in them.

About half a pillar of incense, the old man was suddenly stunned, his eyes widened, and his face was full of surprise. The right hand, stretched out in mid-air, is also fixed as a finger gesture and does not change.

Unchanged, but variable.

He has studied the art of this Qimen Dunjia for a long time, but he has never heard of anyone who is still variable after his death. The two princes have changed their senses, and they are not dead.

According to the little girl, Zhao Wu'an has traveled a lot in just a few years. The old man said, showing a crying and laughing expression, "No wonder the two who should have sat in the Ming Hall have suddenly become so nervous." ”

He no longer hesitated, straightened his back, patted the dust off his body, turned and walked into the room, and when he entered the door, he uncovered a wooden board from the floor of the room, and took out the small medicine box behind the secret door.

The old man walked into the back room with the medicine box. Sure enough, An Qing, who was too sad, had already snuggled up to the edge of the bed and fell asleep. Looking at her tear-stained appearance, it was not so much that she was asleep, but that she had fainted.

The old man ignored An Qing, walked around to Zhao Wu'an's side, opened the medicine box, and took out a herb with a unique shape from it.

It has stems and no leaves, and its thick roots are earthy in color, with reddish spots on them, which look like freshly dug potatoes from a distance.

The old man kneaded it a few times with his wizened fingers, and then twisted the root into a pole the thickness of a finger and more than a foot long. He pried open Zhao Wu'an's mouth and carefully but decisively stuffed the herb that had been twisted into the shape of a rod.

The herb slid down his throat and into his esophagus, Zhao Wu'an's chest was slightly raised upward, and a pair of brows wrinkled unconsciously, but his eyes were already closed.

The whole herb was quietly stuffed into the old man's throat, and at last only a round and full stem at the top was still hanging in his mouth. The old man let go of Zhao Wu'an's mouth and let the herb die against his esophagus.

"This is already the last 'most heavenly' root of my Tang family. Although it is thick on the outside, it is full of aura on the inside, which enters the throat without blocking breathing. By the time the stalk is gone, you should be fine. ”

Knowing that Zhao Wu'an and An Qing couldn't hear his words at this time, the old man still explained the effect of this herb in great detail. In the end, he laughed self-deprecatingly: "When you are old, you talk a little too much, you must not mind." ”

With that, he yawned and walked out of the house with his waist on his back. "I'm at this age, and if I don't look at it, I really don't have any jump. Zhao Wu'an: That's a good name, but I hope you're still the invincible second prince of the leaves. ”

The evening breeze crossed the courtyard fence, and the old man closed the wooden door that creaked in the wind, took one last look at the small courtyard, and walked straight out of the courtyard.

When he got out of the door, he unsurprisingly saw the back figure standing at the intersection and smiled.

"Let me guess, is it Mr. Dongfang or Young Master Xie who has been hiding by my side for sixty years?"

The man pursed his lips in slight displeasure.

"It's both. For the descendants of the builders of Tangjiabao, they have never let go of their hearts for a moment. ”

The old man stood leisurely in the evening breeze, his expression indifferent: "Tangjiabao is just a house." Tongtian root, in the final analysis, is just a herb. People in the rivers and lakes always take these things outside their bodies too seriously. ”

"Killing the rivers and lakes, this is just an inevitable thing in the final analysis, Mr. Tang. ”

"Now this river and lake is too angry. The old man surnamed Tang said word by word.

The man at the intersection was silent for a moment, nodded, and stepped aside.

The old man surnamed Tang narrowed his eyes: "What, you have trapped me for sixty years, and now you don't kill me?"

"From beginning to end, the Alliance Leader didn't want to kill you, nor did he want to control you. The young man pressed the long knife in his hand and looked compassionate, "Mr. Tang, you have drawn the ground as a prison by yourself, and you have trapped yourself in this twilight village for sixty years. ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, as if he wanted to count the stars, and smiled lowly.

The night wind was cold, and under the lonely moonlight, the desolate voice slowly sounded at the gate of the small courtyard.

"My two sons went to the Ye-making Border to defend the country, the eldest son came back from the horse leather shroud, and the younger son lost an arm, and his serious illness was difficult to recover, and he also lost his life in such a late spring. You sent Xia Lian again, using my grandson as a threat, trying to force me to hand over the 'most heavenly flavor'. My Tang family built that Tang family fort for your martial arts righteous path, and spent three generations of manpower and financial resources, and finally ended up like this, but you told me that I drew the ground as a prison?"

The young man lowered his head and thought for a while, then said lightly: "You could have used that blind root to save your youngest son's life. ”

The old man smiled coldly: "If it is as you want, how can the old man still have the face to claim to be a Tang family." ”

The young man sighed, "Mr. Leng, if you don't leave, you won't have a chance to witness the future of this river and lake." ”

"Your Excellency really won't kill me?" said the old man surnamed Tang with contempt.

The young man shook his head, and in the darkness of the night, he walked straight to the gate of the Ning Mansion with a locked door.

"Everything Mr. Leng has done for this river and lake, the younger generation has heard of it. A person like Mr. Leng, who should be thunderous and admired by everyone on the rivers and lakes, is so lonely in a rural village, which is not my wish. ”

"Dongfang Lianmo will not show mercy to your subordinates. ”

"Mr. Leng doesn't need to worry too much. The young man's cold voice stayed in the evening breeze, "The younger generation has its own plans." is willing to disobey his orders, just hoping that Mr. Leng can see the future of this river and lake with his own eyes. ”

In the first year of the Great Song Dynasty, in the land of Shu, there was suddenly a force that became famous and called itself Tangmen.

The disciples in the door are all masked and have a deep temperament, and they would rather die than give in.

Tang Leng, the leader of the group, is stoic and resourceful, wise and outstanding, very good at architecture and pharmacology, known as the double saint of engineering and medicine, but rarely sees customers, so he is called "Mr. Leng".

After the defeat of the Great Song Dynasty in the Battle of Youyun Sixteen Prefectures, Dongfang Lian became famous overnight in Shuzhong, and the Tang Sect declined at that time. Until today, almost no one in the rivers and lakes has heard of the name of Tangmen.

The night breeze was sad, and this old man, who had long been forgotten by countless people in the rivers and lakes, walked out of Duxiu Village leisurely.

There are heroes in Ande, welcome back to the Great Inner School.