Although Su Su had already stopped telling when he saw Xiong Qiang's increasingly crazy state, Xiong Qiang didn't need Su Su's narration at this time, he had already entered a time tunnel through Su Su's narration, and from the word Xiaoyaozi, he remembered Xiaoyaozi and his person, and remembered all kinds of things about Xiaoyaozi.

Through Xiaoyaozi, he thought of Jiudao Villa, Bai Lan, Yan Chun, and then, he thought of Xia Yun, Bu Fang, Xiaohe Town, Li Shanshan, and Zhao Li.

I thought of Jiulong Mountain, I thought of the Sparrow, I remembered the mysterious organization, and I remembered the tragic battle on the edge of Jiulong Mountain.

One by one, pictures continued to emerge in Xiong Qiang's mind, the pain in his expression continued to subside, the cold sweat on his forehead no longer secreted, and his heart began to slowly return to calm.

For a long, long time, Xiong Qiang sat still and didn't move again, but his eyes were still empty, and the fists in his hands were also clenched very tightly, so tight that his knuckles turned white.

"Master, where are you? After the battle of Jiulong Mountain, are you still alive?" Xiong Qiang closed his eyes slightly, and exhaled softly, although he had always wanted to think of the previous things, but when he really remembered this scene, he was not half excited, but a heavy burden.

He still has too many remaining problems that have not been resolved, his background is unknown, his grievances have not been washed, and his revenge has not been avenged......

More importantly, he remembered the clichéd and tragic story that Xiaoyaozi once told him: a beautiful female widow with an eight-year-old son, who was forcibly taken into her home by the city's haoqiang* lust, threatened her with killing her son, and was finally occupied by the city's haoqiang, the female widow endured the humiliation for her son, and never thought that Haoqiang gave her to the county magistrate in order to please the county magistrate, and when she understood that these people would not return her son, she wanted to kill the county magistrate but failed, the county magistrate sent her to death row, and she was wheeled by the prisoners* Rape to death......

On Jiulong Mountain, Xiaoyaozi told him that the beautiful widow in the story turned out to be his mother.

In the dream, her mother was gentle, beautiful, kind, and the most holy person in his heart, but the mother that the master said was full of sorrow, full of suffering, and finally died in suffering?

"She's not my mother, she's not my mother!" Xiong Qiang roared. His heart was already stirring up at this moment.

But at this time, in his mind, except for the mother in the dream, he couldn't find any information about his mother, and what he recalled was still the years when Jiudao Mountain was a slave, and it was the memory before Jiulong Mountain was knocked off the cliff by the sparrows.

He pondered everything about his mother, but without a clue, it had been in vain.

He pounded his head with his hands and tore his hair hard, his breathing was heavy and his mood was unsettled, and he began to roar in the sky, and began to hiss and crack his lungs.

Su Su was frightened by his appearance, she didn't know why Xiong Qiang was so painful, but she could guess that maybe Xiong Qiang had walked into a dead end in consciousness under his persuasion.

"Silly boy, don't do this! don't scare me......" Su Su choked and hugged Xiong Qiang tightly in his arms.

"I can't remember, it's okay, let's think slowly! You are like this now, it makes me feel heartache, don't torture yourself like this anymore, okay?" Su Su gently stroked Xiong Qiang's back and whispered in Xiong Qiang's ear.

For a long, long time, Xiong Qiang didn't speak, just lay quietly in Su Su's arms, his breathing gradually calmed down, and his mood began to calm down.

"I'm going to find my master!" I don't know what Xiong Qiang was thinking in Su Su's arms, when he came out of Su Su's arms, he said softly, but there was an undoubted fortitude on that face.

"Xiaoyaozi has always seen the head and the end of the dragon, it is easy for him to find someone, but it is difficult for others to find him, where can you find him?" Su Su listened to Xiong Qiang's categorical words, and knew that it was impossible to change Xiong Qiang's mind, so he could only ask the most realistic question.

Xiong Qiang didn't make a sound, and slowly lay down again, his eyes widened, looking at the thatch on the roof, and he suddenly fell into extreme calm at this time.

"As long as he's alive, I'll be able to find him!" he said after a long time, looking at Su Su.

When Xiong Qiang talked about Xiaoyaozi, Xiaoyaozi was sitting quietly in a gazebo at this time.

He was still dressed in a white shirt, with a bun on his head, and on the stone table in front of him, there was a sword inlaid with gold and jade, and a wine jar. His face was beardless, his face was as white as a woman's, and there was a shallow smile on his elegant face.

He picked up the jar very chicly, gently put it to his mouth, and after rolling his throat twice, he gasped lightly and made an intoxicated sound.

He was not the only one who was drinking, opposite him, there was also a middle-aged man, dressed in a brocade robe, with a thick black beard like steel needles, he also had an elegant face, but this elegant face was different from Xiaoyaozi's wind and clouds, and there was a kind of sadness.

If Xiaoyaozi is a beautiful man, then this man is a majestic man. Especially now, when his thick black and straight sword eyebrows are slightly frowned, they exude a majesty that makes people's hearts palpitate slightly.

If you are not a superior person, you will never have such majesty.

"Master Bu, what are your plans now?" Xiaoyaozi took a sip of wine, looked at the majestic man in front of him lightly, and said with a smile.

Bu Ying took two sips heavily, put the wine jar on the stone table with a little force, and in his dark eyes, the light was overflowing, and said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to the capital in a short time, Qinglong may have already laid a net, in Beijing, his power is extremely strong, I don't want to set foot in the capital, he will receive the news." ”

Xiaoyaozi didn't speak, he never talked much, especially now that Bu Ying hadn't given him a specific answer, he wouldn't be in a hurry to ask the next question, just quietly looked at the sword on the stone table.

"I'm going to go back to Bujiazhuang first to collect evidence of Qinglong's collusion with the Dark River Organization, does Mr. Xiaoyao want to go to Bujiazhuang with me?" asked Bu Ying.

Xiaoyaozi shook his head and said, "I have other things to do!"

"Oh, Mr. Xiaoyao is inconvenient to show up easily now, you know so many things about the dark river, and the black cauldron of Tang Yu's death in the Tang Sect is still on your back, plus your old grudge with Wudang Mountain, it can be said that the whole river and lake are looking for you now. Bu Ying said.

"Counting the time, there are only three months until June 15. Xiaoyaozi said silently.

Bu Ying didn't understand what he meant, Xiaoyaozi's words were like a god's chatter, so he was also curious: "June 15, is it a special day for Mr. Xiaoyao?"

"It's just a person's birthday, I want to make this day his death, last year, I didn't go to him, now is the time to settle accounts with him. ”

"Who?"

"The hall master of Perak Hall, Ho Zhichong. ”