Now the wind has not stopped, and the rain has not stopped.

Only a few thin beams of gloomy light shone into the hall through the half-hidden windows.

This is a minimalist room, but it is the hall of Moyutang's deliberations for a hundred years. In front of the hall is rigorously engraved with an ink character, which is a symbol of the hope of inheriting the spirit of the Mohists when the hall was first opened, but after a hundred years, I don't know how many "non-attack, love, ghosts, heaven, and thrift" have been retained.

On the offering table under the hall are wooden plaques of the previous hall masters.

There are so many disputes, if there were not the lives and deaths of these people, it would be difficult for Moyutang to continue.

Therefore, the incense here must not be broken.

So the rules here must not be messed up.

Even if he is as arrogant as Du Bazhi, he still doesn't dare to say a word before entering this dark room.

It's just that even if the incense is on, Du Bazhi is still wanton, and he actually grabbed in front of the hall master Luo Sibing and inserted this first incense.

Perhaps because of Du Bazhi's achievements in the past ten years, no one was deeply dissatisfied, and even Luo Sibing looked as usual, as if he acquiesced.

Du Bazhi stood on the incense with both hands, his eyes stared at the wooden cards of some hall masters, the greed and hatred in his heart rose like a tide, he shook his shoulders, turned around, and the inevitability in his bones bloomed vividly.

Luo Sibing was behind him.

Luo Sibing looked at Du Bazhi, but couldn't touch the pair of eyes.

Du Bazhi, who was empty-eyed, only swept Lu Muqing coldly behind Luo Sibing.

Lu Muqing pointed toward, bowed his head, and Du Bazhi stopped beside him.

Du Bazhi tilted his head, clearly smiling evilly.

"In these turbulent days, it's really good to meet the owner of Lu. ”

Outside the house, there is wind and rain that will not fade.

Lu Muqing lowered his eyebrows and said smoothly.

The owner of the Du family laughed. ”

While saying this, he couldn't help but look at Luo Sibing, only to see that the blue and ink-colored woman didn't pay attention, and was sincerely incense for the tablet, so she calmed down.

Du Bazhi has already said.

"How can it be a joke! If there is no landlord Lu, wouldn't the gang in Crow City have rebelled!"

Lu Muqing hurriedly bowed down and said.

"It's all nonsense on the heel of orders. ”

Du Bazhi laughed, incompatible with the atmosphere of pious worship, and said.

"Now that you've made a name for yourself, you can't mess around. The one called the remnant of the sky, with his brave ability, is not spreading now. I don't know if he's here, let you see it. ”

Hearing the name of "remnant emptiness", everyone's eyes focused on Lu Muqing, and even Luo Sibing, who was fragrant, couldn't help but turn half of his face.

Lu Muqing waved his hand.

"That's a boy who doesn't make a fool, so why bother. ”

Everyone's eyes were still staring.

Lu Muqing's heart turned, and he said with admiration in his tone.

"I heard that Old Song, the long-term master under the command of the Du family, is willing to come, but I don't know if he is here!"

Du Bazhi said with a smile.

"If I let it come, I will come if it doesn't. ”

Du Bazhi specially called Song Xianting, who said that it wasn't to kill the limelight of the remnants?

But after looking forward to it, there was no weak figure, which made Du Bazhi grin.

"Where did the old man go?"

In normal times, Song Xianting of course doesn't go anywhere, and only sits down on the recliner in front of the stove at home! But now, he is only wearing a thin shirt and walking around under the cold wind and rain, and his steps are slowly shuttling through the corridor, but where there are stairs up and down, where are the corners and turns, he knows in his heart, how it seems to be the first time to enter the ink rain hall!

It wasn't until the end of the house was at his feet that Song Xianting stayed.

The door was as dark as ever, and on a gloomy rainy day, only a shallow spark could be seen, believed to be a candle flame.

In this way, there is someone in the house, and thinking about it this way, Song Xianting is also for this person.

Song Xianting pushed the door, and the door was cold and cold from the wind and rain, like a sharp needle, pierced in his palm. Suddenly, Song Xianting shivered, gritted his teeth, and took advantage of the wind to open the door.

The scent of orchids immediately filled his body, and the unrestrained wind swept his long hair and sleeves.

Cover the door, and finally imprison the sudden wind.

But there was no candle flame in the house.

The man in the room spoke.

"The fire fold is on the left of the drawer. ”

So there was a slow groping in the room, and as the flames lit up, the two finally looked at each other.

The shallow gaze of the people in the room was obviously washed away, and there was no trace of sharpness to be found, all of them were kind. It's just that when he saw Song Xianting, his eyes lost his mind a little for a moment, and then they flattened out in the panting sound of the flames. Blinked, slowly.

"You're here. ”

Song Xianting looked at it separately, re-lit the wick soaked in the orchid oil, and turned his back to humanity.

"It's coming. ”

Humanity in the house.

"Before I saw your body, I knew you were coming. ”

Song Xianting said.

"It's just late. ”

Humanity in the house.

"You sit. ”

Song Xianting turned around, held his long robe, and sat down in front of this person politely and politely.

The wind and rain are raging, and they are roaring.

The branches outside the house danced like demons, but they couldn't persuade the candles in the house to burn a single bit.

The people in the room were in their deep-set eye sockets, their eyes were soft, and while looking at Song Xianting, the folds that trembled and crawled on their faces were broken after a long silence.

"That farewell, more than thirty years. ”

Song Xianting opened his mouth coldly.

"Thirty-three years, and one hundred and thirty-three days. ”

There is not a day that Song Xianting can let go.

The man in the room sighed.

"You've gone a lot, and I've aged a lot. ”

At that time, he was a young man, but now he has two temples and a white head.

At that time, in the prime of life, the past has become withered.

is not only the distance, but also the unrecoverable flicker.

The man in the room continued.

"You haven't changed. ”

Song Xianting was very firm and solemn.

"No change. ”

Then, his eyes involuntarily fixed on a blanket, a blanket draped over the legs of the people in the room.

The people in the room looked down, smiled, and said.

"I've changed a lot. ”

Removing the blanket to reveal empty trouser tubes, the man in the room continued.

"When people are old, they have hidden diseases. Back then, with these legs, it has become a trouble. As soon as autumn came, the pain of dampness and cold was too unbearable, and four years ago, I simply cut it. ”

No matter how much you hide it, there is a little desolation wandering in the eyes of the people in the room.

"What about you, how are you doing?"

Song Xianting said coldly.

"How can a person who has been picked off have broken tendons and tendons?"

The people in the room closed their eyes deeply, and when they opened them again, they were unforgiving.

It was this kind of gaze that taught Song Xianting to be familiar.

Humanity in the house.

"If you were me, you would do the same thing, after all, you and I are the same kind of people, otherwise how can you do it as a master and apprentice. ”

Song Xianting said.

"Because it's a master and apprentice, you should have thought that I would come back. ”

"The baht must be compared, and the eyes must be repaid, this is what you taught me"

"If you want to kill me, there is nothing wrong with it, but the mistake is that you are soft-hearted and give up. ”

Song Xianting's palm gently clasped his throat and continued.

"The dagger was here at the beginning, and if you use some more strength and stab it, wouldn't it be a trouble!"

Song Xianting slowly took out a pitch-black dagger from his sleeve.

The eyes of the people in the room were very bright, and they could see at a glance that this dagger was the one that was difficult to stab back then.

Back then, he personally broke Song Xianting's hands and feet, pinched the throat of Song Xianting, who was unable to resist, and coldly pressed the dagger against Song Xianting's throat.

The shallow stream under Song Xianting seemed to be flowing under the eyes of the people in the house again, but the people who were powerless to resist had changed.

The man came step by step, the dagger came step by step, but the people in the room could not stop it.

The people in the room burst out laughing and laughing wildly, laughing so hard that they couldn't help bending down, and if they could still have a pair of feet, they would surely jump along with the laughter.

Humanity in the house.

"Good. ”

It is not easy for a person to say a "good" in the face of death.

"To die is to die, and how can anyone not die!"

"But there is one person who can't die yet, no matter what you want to do to Moyutang, you can't die. ”

Song Xianting said.

"She is Ji Bing's daughter, don't worry. ”

The man in the room smiled and said.

"Good"

Then he rose from the ground and cut off the cold dagger in Song Xianting's hand with one hand.