Since people grow hate, water grows east

Noon has passed, Wudang Mountain, on the golden peak.

The snowflakes fell in twos and threes, and the heavy snow seemed to come to an end. The sky and the earth are vast, and the rolling red dust seems to be so lonely.

In the Zixiao Hall, everyone once again locked their eyes on the handsome young man who was sitting crookedly on the chair and licking the sugar man.

Michicho Aoki's grim face showed a thoughtful expression, frowned, and remained silent.

Everyone was also sitting upright, and the old god was there, pretending to know it in his chest.

Obviously, everyone is eager to know the answer to the mystery, but when the answer is revealed, everyone is silent, everyone knows that no matter who asks at this time, it is equivalent to bowing to this young man, everyone is a figure who has been famous for a long time, and no one wants to lose their identity in front of so many colleagues in the rivers and lakes.

An propped one hand on the arm of the chair, pinched the sugar man with one hand and handed it to his mouth from time to time, and looked at these so-called famous and righteous people in the hall with a smile, and the martial arts seniors, and he couldn't say how funny he was.

After a while, there was finally a hint of embarrassment in the air, some people had closed their eyes to recuperate, some people could no longer sit still, and Michicho Aoki was one of them.

At this moment, he regretted it in his heart, why did he take Ren Yufang's words. But now he can be regarded as the presiding officer of the conference, and the current situation is embarrassing for him.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to fool the topic first, he suddenly heard a woman say loudly: If you want to talk about it, just talk about it, if you don't understand, what kind of man is it to pretend to be a ghost. Everyone looked for sound, it was the yellow-clothed woman who praised Jian Pingchuan and his wife before, and it was also the apprentice of the head of Emei, Ye Suling.

I saw that her eyebrows and eyes were angry, her cheeks were slightly red, and she pouted, showing some anger.

Senior Sister Qingle in front of her couldn't sit still at first, turned her head slightly, pulled her sleeve, and reprimanded in a low voice: Little Senior Sister.

The woman in the yellow dress was obviously spoiled by the master and this group of senior sisters, but I saw her pouting and coquettishly said: Senior sister, this hateful guy... When the words came to his mouth, Shang Jue was not good, so he changed his words: I look at this young man, and when I think about it, what kind of young man is he, he elevates his identity, and the little brother is also not in his identity, he is called the donor, and he is a lay disciple, and his heart is full of knots, and he can't say anything.

Ann couldn't help laughing out loud when she watched her slump and stop, her cute appearance with crimson cheeks.

This is good, everyone in the hall has been holding their stomachs for a while, seeing that this young man is openly laughing at this moment, it is unbearable or unbearable, and a few of them are almost ready to leave their seats, it seems that they are planning to teach this young man who does not know the height of the sky and the earth a good lesson.

An Huan looked at him, saw that everyone was frowning, looking at him with cold eyes, and then looked at the passers-by beside him with black lines on their faces, and knew that something was wrong. Immediately got up and looked at Aoki Dao Chang Zhengsedao: I don't know how many days there will be before the battle outside the Kanwai on the day when the treasure house of the predecessor of the Sword Pingchuan is completed?

Aoki Michicho never expected this giggling young man to suddenly get serious, and when he asked this question, he was stunned for a while, and his mouth said, uh, uh, he couldn't answer.

Suddenly, I heard a man reply, "About ten days." It was Mei Lanyun, the owner of the Mei family in Tianshan Mountain, who spoke.

An nodded with a smile, and then asked: Who are the black-blooded old man and the bloody ancestor that the owner just talked about?

Ren Yubian didn't expect An to suddenly ask about these things, and secretly said in his heart what kind of medicine was sold in this young man's gourd, but he still replied truthfully: The origin of the black-blooded old man and the blood-smashing ancestor is unknown, and the people in the rivers and lakes only know that he is the two brothers born of one brother, just because the two of them are obscene and ugly, they have been ridiculed by the people in the rivers and lakes when they were young, and they are not tolerated by the major sects.

Ann opened his mouth and said: What evil things did he do at that time, which hurt heaven and reason, rape and plunder?

Ren Yubian was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a moment: I haven't heard of this.

An said lightly: It turns out that these so-called famous and decent people are all people who judge people by their appearance.

When the disciples of the various sects in the hall heard this, all of them were stunned, and they almost wanted to attack.

Ren Yubian smiled bitterly: The little brother's words are wrong, as the so-called mutual birth comes from the heart, since the two brothers are ugly, it can be seen that the two of them are filthy in their hearts, and they are not upright and chivalrous.

An Haha smiled and said loudly: What if the two of them were born cute and handsome, but the acquired injury and poisoning caused their bodies to be rickety and ugly?

When everyone present heard this, their bodies shook up, and they all felt that this young man's words were very reasonable, and they couldn't refute them. Many people secretly said in their hearts, how could I never have thought that there was such a factor. I couldn't help but feel ashamed in my heart, and my face turned red.

Ann continued: The world is self-inflicted, relying on its own knowledge and understanding, and being bound by these things, but knowledge and understanding are very ambiguous things, reality may be nothing more than illusions, people live in their own imaginary lives, and the phenomena of things are only external manifestations, which may be correct or distorted, right?

As he spoke, he looked around and sneered: Most people look deaf and clear-sighted, but maybe they are actually blind.

Before everyone had time to think about the meaning of Ann's words, Ann continued: What happened?

Ren Yubian was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and said: Later, the black-blooded old man and the bloody ancestor disappeared, and when they appeared in the rivers and lakes again, they were already full of vicious and cruel martial arts, and for a time set off a bloody storm, countless people in the martial arts were brutally murdered, and it was also when the predecessor of Jian Pingchuan was born, and defeated the two with the immortal sword, and since then the two have disappeared, and they did not appear until the battle outside the gate.

Antao: How's the battle going?

Ren Yubian frowned and said: The sword predecessor is talented, young and vigorous, and it is difficult to be sharp. Coupled with the black blood, the two of them were cruel and evil, although the sword seniors showed mercy and did not take the lives of the two of them, presumably the two of them were also deeply injured.

Antao: Where?

Ren Yufang said: Qinling, Xijian Valley.

Antao: What is the environment?

Ren Yufang said: The mountain is steep and inhuman.

An Dao: It must be a good place to heal your body and practice martial arts.

Ren Yubian's mind was confused, and he didn't know what this young man meant, so he had to answer: With abundant spiritual energy, dense vegetation, and animals, it is indeed a good place to carefully heal and practice martial arts.

Antao: How many days is it from there to Guanwai?

Ren Yufang had a flash of inspiration, as if he had captured something, and then disappeared in a flash, frowning and calculating: From Qinling to Guanwai, there are many high mountains and swamps, and the mountain road is winding and difficult to walk, according to the footsteps of ordinary people, it is estimated that it will take more than ten days.

An continued: How many people knew about the construction of the treasure house by the sword predecessor at that time?

Aoki Daochang looked at An and Ren Yufang on the side, sentence after sentence, he had already talked about the treasure house, his heart moved, and he opened his mouth to continue: A total of four people know, all of them are leading generals, three of them are General Yue's old department, and the other is newly recruited, because after General Yue died unjustly, the imperial court reorganized the army and transferred it.

Antao: How are the four of them doing now?

Aoki Dao Chang frowned and said: I don't know about this poor road.

I suddenly heard a human: I know this.

Everyone looked at it, and it was a burly old man with a dark face, wearing leather armor, and scarred arms.

Aoki Michicho said: How do you know about the iron dart head, but please tell me.

The iron dart head said: Because I admired General Yue and the sword predecessors for the great benevolence and righteousness of the country and the people, I relied on a little strength and some fists and feet, and I also resolutely joined the army, wanting to follow General Yue to kill the enemy for the country and defend the rivers and mountains. Speaking of this, he was angry.

Aoki Dao said: It's a pity that the iron dart head is dedicated to serving the country, but he can't find a way, but I don't know what this has to do with this, the problem that this young man said?

The iron dart head hurriedly said: You listen to me in the future, although I was in the Praetorian Guard at the time, but I didn't want to be transferred to General Yue all the time, when I finally had hope, General Yue had been wrongfully imprisoned and died, Yue's army also separated, and the sword predecessors were nowhere to be found.

When everyone heard this, they clapped their hands and laughed: The iron dart head is really a man of temperament.

Iron dart head scratched his head, said: After I slipped out, I worked as a dart master in a dart bureau, transporting food and salaries and armaments for the imperial army, and then the dart head saw that I was down-to-earth and responsible, so I married my daughter to me, and when he returned to old age for a hundred years, I made the head of the dart, because I often deal with the army, I know a lot about the situation in the army.

The iron dart head paused and said: "Of the four people you just mentioned, only one person is still in the army, and the official worships the second-rank hussar general. Two of the other three died heroically in battle with their sword predecessors at the station outside the gates, and although the other was fortunate to die, he was also seriously injured and died on the way back to the army.

Speaking of this, everyone sighed.

An suddenly said: That second-rank general is the general who was transferred to the sword predecessor army at that time?

Tie Darttou pondered for a moment and said: Yes, although the battle outside the Guanwai was unfortunately defeated, the imperial court remembered that he was dedicated to protecting the country, so he gave him a reward, and later he made several military exploits, all the way up to this day.

After listening to this, Ann sat down in the chair expressionlessly.

In the main hall, Daoist Aoki, Ren Yufang, and some seniors who had been famous in martial arts for a long time all frowned deeply and were silent, as if they had noticed something.

A gust of cold wind rolled up a few snowflakes and fell in, and there was a hint of cold smell.

After being silent for a long time, Aoki Michicho said in a deep voice: I see.

Ren Yubian hissed: It seems that the battle outside the Guanxi was a conspiracy deliberately arranged by the imperial court to get rid of Jian Pingchuan's predecessors, and the generals who were newly incorporated into the Jian seniors' army at that time, and now the second rank of the hussar general is the spy sent by the imperial court. The sudden appearance of the black-blooded old man and the bloody ancestor outside the pass was also a trap that had been carefully designed for a long time, all of which were painstakingly designed by the imperial court in order to get rid of the sword predecessors.

The bell rang, but it couldn't break the deep silence in the hall, and everyone sighed at what happened to the sword seniors, and gritted their teeth at the mediocrity and darkness of the court.

After a long time, Aoki Daochang slowly continued: Before his death, the sword predecessor must have clearly known the determination of the imperial court to eliminate the remnants of General Yue's forces, so he desperately covered the evacuation of the three generals, hoping that the three generals would inform the other brothers in the army that there was only one person left, and he must have been brutally killed by the current second-rank general.

The ever-bright lights hanging around the main hall flickered, as if they also felt injustice for this sad and painful past.

Ren Yubian said coldly: It must be that when the predecessor of the sword was ruined by the country, the unscrupulous monarch and those traitorous villains in the court were deeply saddened by the dark behavior of exterminating humanity for their own desires, and the despicable nature of the black-blooded old man and the bloody ancestor who secretly colluded for their own hatred.

An suddenly sat up and raised his head and said loudly: The sword predecessor only then understood that the treasure house he painstakingly built did not necessarily arouse people's determination and courage to defend the country, but more of human greed and selfishness, even if he defeated the Jin army, the world may not be peaceful, before he died, it was conceivable that the compatriots of the Great Song Dynasty fought for the wealth and secrets he left behind the treasure house, and the swords faced each other, and when the time came, it was still the same life, and the blood flowed like a river.

Then Ann darkened, hung her head, and muttered: How desperate and painful he must have been before he died...