Chapter 33, the fifth day of the fifth month of May

The boy was already very happy, so happy that he couldn't be more happy, there was light in his eyes, there was light in his heart, and his whole body was shining with a very dazzling light, this kind of light seemed to be like the sun, moon and stars, it was absolutely impossible to be ignored, but he also had a very peculiar temperament, although he was very dazzling, but he was also very humble, he sat very humbly in front of the old man, and looked very respectful and tame, just like the kind of apprehension and awe of a babbling schoolboy when he first saw his husband. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, the boy is this kind of person.

The young man looked at the old man, there was still light in his eyes, a very hot light, it was a kind of light of thirst for secrets, the old man smiled, he smiled very calmly and very casually, he slowly took a sip of the tea that he liked to drink very much on weekdays, and then said in an extremely plain and calm tone: "You should actually think that with Shi Guanyin's status and arrogance, how can she be willing to be subservient to others, and how can she be willing to use her precious body to do something that does not benefit her?"

The young man nodded, and he said quietly: "Yes, with Shi Guanyin's status at that time, she would never do such a thing easily, even if he met a man who was willing to have a spring night, he would not do this kind of thing easily, although she is known as the most vicious woman in heaven and earth, but no one can fail to admit her sanity and intelligence, she is definitely not a yin woman." His tone was also very calm, so calm that there was not a hint of emotion in it.

"Yes, so Shi Guanyin made such a big sacrifice not only to kill an ink dumping pool that was not a threat to him for the time being, but a benefit, a huge benefit that was enough for him to carry out the moth operation and sleep with people. When the old man said this, there was a sly smile on his face like a child, he looked at the young man with a smile, and said, "Do you know what the relationship between Wuhua and Shi Guanyin is, why is Wuhua willing to obey Shi Guanyin's order to be a moth to fight fire?"

The young man smiled bitterly, he groaned for a while, looked at the old man and said: "It seems that since Wuhua faked his death, there is no second person in the rivers and lakes who knows the relationship between the two of them, but their relationship does not exclude two kinds. ”

The old man said, "Which two?"

The young man said: "First, the relationship between men and women, and second, the relationship between relatives." ”

The old man's smile became even brighter, and he said, "Oh, then what do you think is their relationship?"

The young man pondered for a while, and said, "Wuhua is not Li Qinglian, although Li Qinglian's martial arts attainments are directly chasing Wuhua, but in terms of scheming city, he is far from being comparable to Wuhua, so he will definitely not be easily used by Shi Guanyin, so the relationship between them is not a relationship between men and women, nor is it the kind of relationship between men and women that women control men, so I think about it, there is only the second explanation." ”

"Family relationship?" the old man smiled, isn't your answer like this?

The young man nodded, a look of pity flashed in his eyes, and said: "Yes, Shi Guanyin and Wuhua should be a family relationship, Shi Guanyin is like a magic hand, firmly pressing Wuhua under the palm of his hand, he not only suppressed Wuhua's behavior, but also tampered with Wuhua's temperament, if Wuhua does not meet Shi Guanyin, if Wuhua and Shi Guanyin have no relationship, maybe Wuhua is still the Wuhua who is in a boat across the country, the wind is light, and the wind and the moon are talked about, not the Wuhua whose hands are stained with blood." ”

The old man slowly retracted the smile on his face, and when the young man mentioned the fate of Wuhua, the smile on his face slowly retracted, he looked at the young man and sighed slowly: "You said well, you said really good, in fact, Mo Dumping Chi also wanted to kill Wuhua at first, but after he saw Wuhua, he let me go." ”

The young man restrained the sadness in his heart and asked curiously, "Why?"

The old man didn't answer immediately, he said, "What if you have an enemy that you want to get rid of, but you don't want to kill him after you meet him?"

The young man groaned for a moment and said, "If I really want to kill him, then I won't show mercy to him after seeing him." ”

The old man sighed lightly and said, "This is where you and the Ink Dumping Pool are different. ”

The young man frowned and said, "Mo Tingchi didn't kill him?"

The old man shook his head affirmatively and said, "When Mo Dumping Chi found out that he didn't want to kill Wuhua, he naturally didn't kill Wuhua. ”

The young man had already clenched his fists, he looked at the old man with wide eyes and said, "Doesn't Mo Tingchi know that Wuhua has killed many innocent people? Why did he let him go, and what right did he have to let him go?"

The old man was very calm, and he said calmly: "All this Mo Dump Chi knows, he knows much more clearly than you naturally, but he let go of Wuhua, and the reason why he let go of Wuhua is very simple-he doesn't want to kill Wuhua anymore." ”

"Why doesn't he want to kill Wuhua?"

The old man smiled, and he sighed lightly: "If you still have a chance to see the Ink Dumping Pool, you can ask him, who else can know this secret except the Ink Dumping Pool?"

The young man had nothing to refute, so the old man was telling the truth, the truth. A touch of loss flashed in his eyes, he really wanted to know everything about the Ink Dumping Pool, even about the fact that the Ink Dumping Pool disappeared from the rivers and lakes after the last battle, which was why he was willing to worship this old man to learn from his master, but unfortunately there were some things he couldn't know, and the old man wouldn't tell him when the time came.

He was a person who rarely had mood swings, so he quickly collected his slightly lost emotions, he looked at the old man, and continued to ask: "Therefore, in the eyes of the gentleman, the real moth operation should actually be counted on the day Li Qinglian died under the sword of the Ink Pool?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and said, "Maybe the real moth operation should have started when Mo Dump Chi and Wuhua met." He paused for a moment and said, "He and Wuhua just met, and the thirty world-class masters sent by Wuhua to attack the Shifting Flower Palace also died tragically in the Shifting Flower Palace at the same time, and even so far, not many people can remember the group of celebrities who were originally extremely famous in the rivers and lakes, but have already died in the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes." ”

The young man said, "Is that day the fifth day of the fifth month?"

A look of reminiscence flashed in the old man's eyes, and the young man could even suddenly feel that the old man seemed to be getting younger from the old man's eyes, and he returned to the era of riding the rivers and lakes, and his tone was very slow and gentle: "Yes, that day was the fifth day of the fifth month of May, and on that day Mo Dumping Pond and Wuhua met." ”

On the fifth day of the fifth month of May, on the second day of Li Qinglian's death, Mo Dump Chi saw no flowers.

A fine house, a courtyard, a sycamore, a piece of grass and red flowers, a person, a person in white clothes who seems to be going to ride the wind at any time, an immortal.

It's a pity that people are people after all, so that person didn't ride the wind, but stood under the plane tree that only seven or eight people could hug, looking at the green grass and red flowers.

Mo Dump Chi's footsteps were brisk, and he came to the big tree, looked at the white-clothed figure standing under the plane tree, and said in a very pleasant voice: "Why don't you see the master serving tea when the old man visits?"

The man in white turned around slowly, with a faint smile on his face, he smiled and looked at the Mo Dump Pool, his face did not show a little strangeness or disgust, but full of sincerity, he smiled at the Ink Tilt Pool and said: "The host knows that the guests don't like to drink tea, but like to drink, so they don't dare to serve tea." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled and said, "Is there any wine in the master's house?"

The man in white said: "Yes." ”

"How much?"

"That's enough for us to get drunk three hundred cups. ”

Mo Dumping Chi smiled, "Where is three hundred cups enough, you have to drink a thousand cups." ”

"Enough wine. The man in white smiled: "But there is one thing I don't know if the guests dare to drink?"

Mo Tingchi smiled slightly, he glanced at the courtyard and asked, "Where is the wine?"

The man in white clapped his hands, and immediately a delicate maid brought a jar of wine, and Mo Dump Chi asked if this wine was prepared for me, and the man in white nodded, and Mo Dump Chi drank half of the jar in one gulp, and sighed: "It's really good wine." ”

The smile on the face of the man in white became more enthusiastic, and he smiled: "I definitely don't need to drink bad wine when I entertain guests, not to mention that you are the strangest and most distinguished guest I have ever entertained." ”

There were tables and chairs in the courtyard, so Mo Tingchi sat down with the man in white.

They did not speak, but drank seven or eight glasses in a row.

At this moment, if the eye of the wind is here, it must be very strange, these two people who have not met when they have not met and tried to put each other to death How harmonious the atmosphere is after meeting, it is just like two old friends who have not seen each other for a long time, without the slightest rustiness or coldness.

It's a pity that they are not friends, but enemies, but enemies who may draw their swords at any time and face each other at the next moment, but there are really not many enemies like them in the world, to be precise, it seems that there is only a pair of them.

Good wine should be drunk, and there are drinking friends who should drink it.

After seventeen or eighteen cups in a row, Wuhua's delicate and dusty face was already a little flushed, and at this time he also spoke, he said: "There are not many people who know me in this place, as far as I know, you have a chance to know that I am here, there is only one possibility." ”

Mo poured wine and said lightly: "Li Qinglian." ”

Wuhua nodded and said, "Yes, it seems that there is only Li Qinglian." When he said this, the people laughed, and he looked at Mo Tingchi and said, "You shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake to see me, but you made it. ”

Mo poured the pond and said, "Why?"

Wuhua said: "You should know that this is just a trap, a trap that leads you to the bait." ”

"Oh?"

A sneer flashed on Wuhua's face, and he said: "The person who designed this trap is ready to sacrifice me, use my death to contain you, and then make you miss something, you shouldn't have been fooled, but you were fooled." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled faintly, and he said, "You are right, I shouldn't have been fooled, but this is just in your opinion." ”

Wuhua was stunned for a moment, looking at the ink pouring pool,

Mo Tingchi looked at Wuhua, took another drink, and said lightly: "To this day, it seems to me that there is no one in heaven and on earth who is more important than seeing Wuhua. ”

Wuhua's whole body didn't move, but Mo Tingchi could feel the tremor on Wuhua's body, that kind of incredible, although it was only for a moment, he still caught it, he believed that he was not wrong, so his smile was even brighter, looking at Wuhua with a very bright smile. (To be continued.) )