Chapter 87, grievances and hatred

On the fourth day of the fourth month of April, the deaf and dumb valley, the Zhenlong chess game began.

Today, March 29, there is an endless stream of visitors.

Beggar Gang Xu Chongxiao, Xiang Jichen, the first Xuannan of Shaolin Damo Academy, the two owners of Juxian Village, the head of the Iron Sword Gate, Zuo Qiu Ming, the owner of the Iron Fist Gate, Qingcheng, the three brothers of Hebei Sanjie Sima, Xue Muhua including Hangu Bayou and other celebrities have arrived at Hangu Pass, and have met with Su Xinghe, the owner of the deaf and dumb valley of the deaf and dumb gate.

But there are only a few people who have entered the valley of the deaf and dumb, including the first Xuan Yan of the Dharma Academy, the free scholar Le Ziqiu, and the head of the Iron Sword Gate, Ouyang Qingfeng, and so on.

No one criticizes.

Zhenlong chess game has been unbroken for nearly 40 years, and only those who have a post can enter the deaf and dumb valley to live, which is already an iron law known to everyone in the rivers and lakes.

There was a bustle outside the Valley of the Deaf and Dumb.

There is silence and little sound in the deaf and dumb valley, only the sound of the wind, the sound of water, the sound of leaves, the sound of mountains and rocks rolling, the sound of heaven and earth, but few voices.

Night, long night.

The night was silent, and there was only one crescent moon in the sky.

A woman walks in the valley of the deaf and dumb, the woman's face is covered with a light veil, her body is tall, slender, graceful, and her temperament is noble and extraordinary.

But it's a pity that the face is covered with a light veil, and I can't see the dreamlike face clearly.

But there are few people along the way, and few people even walk along the way, even if they are just a group of deaf and mute people.

His steps remained the same, and the deaf and mute passed by him, without squinting.

The woman smiled, she didn't know how long it had been since no one had ignored her so much, bad memories flooded back her mind, the woman clenched her fist, quickly let go, and her frowning eyebrows stretched.

There is no joy or sorrow on the face, and every step is like a lotus.

The valley of the deaf and dumb, there are countless traps, all of which are traps that will put you on the verge of death once you fall into them.

Therefore, there were few guests who walked alone at night in the evening, and she was the only woman.

Very strange and surprised, the footsteps paused, the deaf and mute stopped, they looked at the woman, their eyes could not hide their surprise, this woman actually saw the formation of nothing, silent for a moment, the deaf and dumb people were about to step forward to stop, but saw an arm appear in front of them.

With a wave of his hand.

The deaf and mute all stepped back and went their own way.

Nuan Yu stood at the door as a guard and reported: "Childe, she has already left the room." ”

Fang Zhongmo poured the pond was holding the pen and writing in block letters, smiled slightly when he got the news, put down the pen, habitually knocked on the desk with the middle finger of his right hand, and sighed lightly: "Don't pay attention to her, let alone provoke her, now this woman is a madman, a madman who wants to get an answer." ”

"Hehe, if you were that madman, what choice would you make?" A voice suddenly sounded at the door, and a woman dressed in white appeared in front of Nuan Yu.

The sword was unsheathed and cut off.

The swordsmanship was fast and ruthless, and the cold light was piercing.

If the ordinary master has hated under this tricky and profound swordsmanship, but the woman is different, the elegant body dodge, retreats back, withdraws from Nuan Yu's guard range, and shows an apologetic smile on her face, Nuan Yu returns the sword into the sheath and no longer pays attention to the woman.

The ink in the room was ignored and continued to write.

The fighting stopped, and Mo Dumpchi slowly spoke: "If I were him, today would be your grandfather's death day, and I have to admit that he is a very attractive man, maybe more attractive than me, but I also have to admit that he is a man who thinks differently, and this kind of man has only one result in my eyes: death! Miss Wang, if you were her, what would you do?"

The woman dressed in white at the door was none other than Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan didn't respond immediately, but looked at the lonely and arrogant figure that was gradually moving away and walking to the Zhenlong chess game in the breeze, and after a while, she said slowly: "Maybe I will kill him too." ”

With a light sigh, Wang Yuyan left.

Mo Dump Chi put down his pen and looked down at the words on the table, silent.

There is only one line on the table and on the rice paper: the sin deserves it.

Mo Tianchi smiled coldly, "If it weren't for the overall situation, would you be able to survive until now?"

A terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted from the room, but it was fleeting.

There was silence in the room again, except for the sound of the wind.

But outside the room, a crisp and calm voice came to mind: "It's really easy to kill you, but I don't want to kill you anymore, I just want to know an answer, I hope you can give it to me." ”

High mountains, flowing water, stone walls.

The woman stood on the side of the stone wall, staring coldly at the inverted chessboard on the stone wall, and her jade face was as quiet as water.

There was nothing but the sound of the wind, the water, and the brief echo in the valley, and no one else.

The woman smiled and said harshly, "You are old and twilight, and I am still in the prime of life, I think you dare not see me, nor dare I hear your old and ugly voice, yes or no?"

No one responded.

The woman stopped laughing, glanced coldly at the stone wall full of formations, turned around and left, leaving an extremely indifferent sentence: "On the fourth day of the fourth month of April, when I break the Zhenlong chess game, I will settle our many years of grievances and hatred with my senior sister, all these years for you as a man is too wasteful." ”

A bewitching laugh, as if mocking himself and the people in the stone wall.

Still no one responded.

Su Xinghe stood in the distance, looking at this scene, revealing an inexplicable look in the eyes of the people in the stone cave who could never see clearly, and the eyes were indifferent and cold.

Spit, stomped the saliva, and turned to leave.

Resolutely, without hesitation.

The two left, and the cave was quiet, and the people in the cave were still sitting quietly in the center of the candle, looking calm and detached.

But can he really be beyond the world?

A pair of wise and deep eyes opened, and the dark stone cave was bright in an instant.

A complicated and cold smile flashed in his eyes.

He glanced down at the ring in his hand.

The smile was even greater.

――――

The mountains became more and more desolate, and the land became more and more desolate, and the little girl walked slowly in the desolate mountains and desolate land, leaving an incomparably desolate and lonely figure in front of Hangu Pass.

After walking for a long time, the little girl who liked to wear a red dress dismounted and rested under a thick tree, but she was so tired that the woman closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Wake up to a poisonous snake crawling leisurely across the wasteland.

I don't know if the girl woke up naturally or because she heard the sound of the snake rubbing the ground, but it was definitely not because of the sound of the snake that woke up, seeing the poisonous snake, the girl tiptoed, and instantly appeared on the side of the snake more than ten meters away, reached out and grabbed it, and the snake had already started.

With another pinch, the snake was dead.

Tear off the scales, bite the snake's neck, and suck the blood.

With a casual throw, the shriveled snake was thrown out.

As soon as the girl turned around, she returned to the tree in the blink of an eye, continued to lie down and rest, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.

The girl in the dream muttered to herself, "Wuyazi, do you like me or her?"

The girl's body trembled, and tears were already streaming from her eyes.

The events of those years are vivid in my mind, and it is difficult to forget them even in my dreams.

Tears have flowed down his face.

Two hours later, when it was getting dark, the girl awoke, opened her eyes that were full of brilliance, landed very lightly on the pony, and went on.

Hangu Pass is not far away, and the Valley of the Deaf and Dumb is not far away, but the road is still far away and dark, full of thorns.

She knew, but she wanted answers, even if she was covered in blood from thorns.

Sixty years, sixty years, how many people in the world can love someone in 60 years, how many people can find an answer in 60 years? Maybe it's just her.

Although she looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old now, with pigtails.

Hehe smiled, and the world suddenly became a little brighter.

――――

The mountain breeze is cool and a little biting.

Qiao Feng is not cold, his body and heart are not cold, he stood straight, looking at his father Qiao Sanhuai, who was squatting on the ground and facing the grave with a wordless tombstone.

Qiao Sanhuai has been silent for a long, long time, but no matter how long it is, there is an end time, the paper money in the brazier is burned, and Qiao Sanhuai is gradually awakened by the cold mountain peak and returns to his thoughts.

He glanced at Qiao Feng, looked at the son who was already a man who stood up to the sky, but there was no smile on his proud but old-fashioned and strict face, and said softly: "I said, you just listen." ”

Qiao Feng nodded, how arrogant he was in front of outsiders, he was just a filial son in front of Qiao Sanhuai.

"Things have to start from thirty years ago...... Qiao Sanhuai said in a calm tone, Qiao Feng listened silently, he could hear the sadness in Qiao Sanhuai's calm tone.

When Yanmen Pass was closed, it was almost the same as the description of Wang Jiantong, Master Zhiguang, Zhao Qiansun and others, but there were differences in the back.

"At that time, Wang Jiantong Wang Gang Master found me, handed me a bag of silver, and asked me to raise your brother, I agreed with your mother, but it was only more than half a month, and a cold took him away, and finally we set up this tombstone for him, and we will take you to worship him every year in the future. Qiao Sanhuai said intermittently, and smoked dozens of dry cigarettes in a row.

Looking at this wordless stele, Qiao Feng is no stranger, he used to come here to worship when he was a child, he only knew that the person in the tombstone was his brother who died young, as for the others, he didn't know anything else, today he knew the ins and outs of the matter, but he still had doubts in his heart.

"Dad, just now you said that you carved the wolf totem for me in the hope that I will remember that I am not only a Han but also a person from the world, what do you mean by this?"

Qiao Sanhuai didn't answer immediately, but turned around and looked down the mountain.

Qiao Feng also turned his head and looked at it.

Green trees and grass, flowing water come into view.

At this time, Qiao Sanhuai's old-fashioned face exuded a solemn aura, and he said slowly: "What is the world?"