Luoxi Zhai.

It is located in the west of Yueyang City, more than 30 miles southeast.

At the foot of Yiluo Mountain, it is built with Changxi, so it is called Luoxi.

Three hundred years ago, it was a place where Jing Xiao monks gave their profession in seclusion. After hundreds of years of ups and downs, it has been passed down to the present, and has cultivated countless peaches and plums, with more than 3,000 resident disciples, and there are not a few powerful grandmasters. Among the many court forces in Yueyang City, it ranks ninth. The strength of this can be seen.

However, the sky is unpredictable.

After a night of breeze and rain last night. This Luoxi Zhai, from the head of the sect and the elders, to the disciples and miscellaneous servants, more than 4,000 people, large and small, disappeared in front of the eyes of the world out of thin air.

No one knows what was born here.

Where did the people here go. Is it a vendetta, or is it a conspiracy...

Nobody knows...

There is only speculation and speculation, a rough outline.

Sha...

Noon.

Drizzle, fluttering and sprinkling.

The old blood that had long congealed on the ground was carefully washed away by the new rain. Salivating into wisps, small red water slowly flows to the nearby ditch, and then follows the castration of the water flow into the long stream outside the courtyard. The stream is red, and the fish and shrimp are up and down. A faint touch of blood, filling the air, echoed here. Even the rain could not purify it much, it was the tragedy left over from the last night's fighting.

Doors and windows shattered, walls collapsed.

The trees are cracked, and the rubble is ruined.

Whether it is on the ground, in the building, in the tree bonsai, the remaining blood stains and blade marks. Still, the main building, half of which was cut off with a knife. is all telling that there was once a very cruel fight here.

"There should be a formation master. ”

"Otherwise, with such a big movement, why didn't even make a sound?"

"Yes, it's possible. ”

“......”

The inner courtyard of Luoxizhai is sparsely populated.

or with an oil umbrella or a cloak, dozens of people are scattered, wandering around. The consternation at first sight had long since condensed into depression, accompanied by a light drizzle, which weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

"Wow..."

Right.

An oil umbrella, two people.

The shriveled palm, casually waving the sleeves, swept out with a gust of wind.

The strong wind blew, like soft water, and while sweeping away the rain curtain in front of the palm, it also emptied the debris on the ground, revealing two slits several feet long.

The cut seam is smooth and there are no cracks. It seems to be a sharp weapon, easily cut from top to bottom, without the slightest slowness.

"It's a king. ”

Put away your palms, shake the rain and dew on your sleeves, and then pull them back around your waist. Du Lao raised his head slightly and looked at Fang Xin who was holding an umbrella.

"Do you understand?"

"Make the knife. Fang Xin nodded lightly.

"Yes. ”

Shen answered, and there were no more words.

The only old man moved his gaze to the distance, on the main building that was broken in half. The eyes narrowed into a line, as if thinking deeply, as if trying to see some clues from the neat incision of more than 100 zhang up and down. Silence...

The rain and dew are continuous, the fog is gray and white, and it is vast and cloudy.

The small raindrops gradually can't make many ripples on the ground, but they can make people's vision blurred. It's like at this time, the fact in this courtyard is in front of you. But everyone always feels that it is not so real.

In the distance, several middle-aged men in robes walked out of the broken building after inspecting the building. Braving the drizzle, he walked in the direction of Dulao and Fang Xin.

Because, the clothes and hats on their bodies covered the original clothes of several people. Therefore, at this time, I can't see the identities of the people who came. However, judging from the style of the blades they hold in their hands, they should all be famous figures in the rivers and lakes.

Tw...

Several people walked up to the old man and clasped their hands into fists to perform a junior salute.

"Yes. ”

Du Lao squinted his eyes and nodded in response.

After the ceremony, among the visitors, a man holding an eight-foot brass stick bowed slightly, and asked respectfully, "Old Du, is there any inference?"

Squinting his eyes and opening a little, the old man shook his head with a smile and did not answer.

Seeing this, the man frowned slightly.

The reaction of the only old man was somewhat unexpected by him. In the past, as long as others asked, this old strategist, even if he was puzzled, would say something for the questioner. There has never been such a paradoxical silence as it is today.

"But what did Seven Stars do?" the man asked again.

Du Lao Shen closed his eyelids, opened them again, and said with a smile: "What is it, what is it, what is not? If you really want to fly into trouble, who can avoid it?"

The only old man doesn't seem to want to speculate and deduce too much about what happened here. As he spoke, he clasped his hands behind him and stepped forward, passing over the few people who had come to interrogate. In the direction of the courtyard gate, he staggered away. And Fang Xin, very tacitly, followed him with an oil umbrella and walked side by side with him.

"What is the good when disaster comes?"

Looking at the two departing figures, the man who asked was still unwilling, and turned around to ask.

The old man did not stop, accompanied by the breeze and drizzle, and gradually walked into the vast white mist. When the two figures were about to disappear, the breeze brought back a word with a drizzle.

"Go with the flow and follow the destiny of heaven, and follow the trend to see the creation. ”

“......”

The words echoed, slow and weak.

There was no sign of the figure in the distance. There are a few people in the clothes who are contemplative in the words, confused in the drizzle. The words are profound and incomprehensible, and the things here are so far-reaching, people can't help but feel a little surprised...

The wind is gentle and the rain is continuous.

I don't understand, and I can't speak.

Looking to the north, Yueyang Tower.

Thousands of high-rise buildings into the clouds, drizzle, breaking the clouds. It seems to be higher than the sky, but after all, it is not as high as the sky. Then I couldn't see the sun shining in the sky.

Garret.

The north wind brings rain, blowing in through the hidden windowsill. Flicking the silk and clothes of several people in the room, he picked up a few pages of stationery piled up on the large round table. Then, like a naughty boy, it flicked its tail and quietly left through the south window.

Wow...

The merchant man sitting on the edge of the windowsill flipped through a page of the ledger, picked up a brush and licked it on his tongue, and then wrote a few small words in the blank space of the ledger.

"Kyoto collapsed the sky, the three saints joined forces to cut a king's heavenly punishment, this is a big deal..."

Write down a few more words...

"However, with such a strong wind in front of the house, this matter is not necessarily small. However, we have not received any letter so far. So, isn't this wind too weird?"

Creak...

On the right side of Shang Jia, a bald man twisted a golden branch and teased two small gold wires hanging in the birdcage in front of the window. Intentionally or unintentionally, his afterglow always glanced at the figure not far away, like a mountain of meat.

"This has to ask our golden treasurer. Thousands of miles in the southern region, where there is gold, there is an informant of the Jin family. If even he doesn't have the right letter, then no matter how much effort we put into it, it will be in vain. ”

The golden branch touches the golden wire in the cage...

"I'm right, little pear, tsk. ”

"Hehe..."

The huge Roshan shook it. Stretch out your huge palms. From the fruit bowl next to him, he picked up a purple and black grape, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully: "There is no urgency in this matter, it will not take a few days to have a letter." If you are really idle, take care of the account flipping. This is a matter of urgency..."

Wow...

The merchant flipped through a page of the ledger and wrote down a few more words.

"The account, naturally, has to be turned over, and I am also turning it every day. It's just that it's just a matter of flipping through it and making a few silvers. If we don't get it right and our ship is overturned, it's going to be a hiccups. ”

"Whew..."

"Are you afraid?" On the other side of the hall, the old woman sitting in a rocking chair held her cigarette stick and spat out a puff of white smoke.

"With such a big bet, who doesn't have to tremble in their hearts?"

"I'm afraid I'll be out..."

The huge Roshan turned his head to look at Shang Jia: "No one will stop you." ”

"Heh..."

Instead of smiling, turn a page of the ledger, write a few words, and turn another page. Shang Jia didn't reply anymore. And the huge mountain of Roshan then glanced at the other five people here.

In a deep voice, he continued to say slowly: "I said it a long time ago. Our business has two benefits, small profits and big benefits. ”

"Those who benefit the small seek people and make money. If you have 10,000 quintals of gold and silver, you can live a life of glory and worry-free. Those who benefit the big will seek the sky. It has nothing to do with money, what you want is the prosperity of the clan and the long-term existence of the world. When we do business, we have always paid attention to the intention of making business, and seeking money does not kill people. In the end, the money earned must have this life to spend. ”

"I think you all know that..."

After a pause, the echo passed for a moment, and the terrifying mouth grinned for two more points, and continued: "The Tao is different, and we don't conspire with each other. Whether it is for small profits or for the general trend, everyone takes what they need, and Jin will never stop it!"

Stop.

The last heavy sentence remains, just like the aftermath of the tiger roaring mountain forest, and the breeze quietly entering the house, lingering in everyone's ears...

For a long time.

"You're serious. ”

Gently shake the paper fan, and slow down a little. The scholar sitting at the round table picked up the teapot with one hand, filled it with a cup of tea, and then took a sip: "Under the same roof, how can you not conspire?"

“......”

Duh...

Putting down the teacup and gently shaking the paper fan, the scholar glanced at the master sitting in the corner. The master nodded, and the two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding in silence. After a while, the scholar suddenly changed his tone and asked nonchalantly, "Do you know which big man is arranging in Yueyang?"

There is depth in the problem. And now when I ask it, it seems a little abrupt. At the very least, this topic is not appropriate to ask, because it represents a skeptical attitude.

However, Jin didn't mind if he didn't change it, he opened his mouth with a smile and put away his grin.

"It soon became clear that there was no hurry. ”

"When?"

"On the fifteenth day of the first month, on the Yingshui River. ”

“......”

Sha...

The wind fell with the words, rippling ripples in the cup, blowing away a trace of scholar's tip.

The green silk brushes the face, and the slender eyes sink for three points. The merchant who was sitting on the edge of the window sill kept an account put down his brush and closed the account book. The man who teased the bird jumped his eyebrows and stopped the movement between his hands. And the master, who had been speechless, rolled up his sleeves, slowly stood up, and took a step towards the north window, thinking.

In a breath, just eight characters, it was like a dark cloud covering the sun, and it instantly covered this place with a lingering haze. Because, while answering the scholar's question, these four words are actually vaguely indicating the answer to the previous question...

Ponder, ponder.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival is a good night.

For ordinary people, lighting lamps to worship Buddha, burning incense to worship God, and dancing all night long. This is a night that is no less than the New Year's Eve and the New Year, and the festival is to enjoy the moon. However, for some nobles and powerful people who are in the courts. This is one, lighting lamps to mourn, burning paper and incense, and remembering the night of the deceased!

No one will forget that thirteen years ago, that Lantern Festival night when the wail spread throughout the Tang Dynasty for thousands of miles.

That night...

While the whole country celebrates, lights up the lanterns and admires the moon,

500,000 forbidden troops, led by the order to bring a knife into Taiji. 800,000 heavenly policies, should be ordered out of Lishan into the northeast. Thousands of cities, tens of thousands of defenders, holding fierce blades, attacking arrays, and preparing for the Tang Dynasty. The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the night was sleepless, and under the order of that tower, the cold knife fell, wailed, and the blood stained the sky! From the civil and military officials of the current dynasty, down to the village and town officials, the retired ministers, and the 40,000 li fiefdom of the Xia clan. As long as the people and things that can have a little relationship with the three dynasties Taifu, they have all turned into dead souls and spring mud overnight.

From then on, above the court, there is no Xia Yin, no one in the Xia family, and no Taifu family.

And under the court, the children of those officials who were implicated in this matter were sent to Yueyang Qixing under the protection of the eldest princess of Zhenwu Mountain. After that, the Seven Star Courtyard had an additional nickname.

It is known that the orphanage...

As for that night, the person and things of the other protagonist are more widely known.

King An sent the concubine into Taihe.

Who doesn't know the bitter wail?

......