In Mengyue in the Western Regions, there is only one magnificent and majestic five-story mansion.

In that five-story mansion, there is only one inconspicuous yellow wooden door.

Behind the yellow wooden door, there is only one two-wheeled wheelchair carved out of wood.

In a two-wheeled wheelchair, there is a woman.

The woman was dressed in a plain robe, with a silk scarf around her neck and a cloth belt around her eyes; the woman's posture was steady, her hands hanging quietly on the armrests of the wheelchair, a peaceful appearance; the woman's face was pale, not like a living creature, but it would be an exaggeration to say that she was lifeless.

However, no ordinary person will look like this.

The woman's neck is wrapped in a silk scarf because there is a terrifying scar on her neck, which is caused by the sound of being cut at sunset; the woman's eyes are wrapped with cloth bands because she can no longer see the light and her eyes are gouged out at sunset; the woman's hands are still hanging and she is sitting in a wheelchair because she has been picked off the meridians of her limbs, and now she can only tremble her fingertips slightly, and she can no longer walk or raise her hands; the woman's face is pale because her breath dantian has long been destroyed, and now there is still a breath, which is a miracle.

Women have wandered the rivers and lakes, married into Qimen, women have escaped like immortals, and have fallen into the mortal dust, women have defied fate regardless of everything, and have lost everything because of fate.

The woman's name is Zhou Yu, and some people have called her 'Mei Zhou Niang', and some people have called her 'Arabic language'.

It's just that none of this matters anymore.

Because she's gone home.

'Squeak-'

The yellow wooden door was lightly opened.

She lifted her eyes and 'looked' at the door.

The breath that stretched like the sea was very familiar to her. She was even familiar enough to imagine him standing at the door, dressed in a thick yin and yang robe, with white hair mixed with the green silk on the back of his head.

"Do you want to go out and enjoy the cool air?"

His voice was unexpectedly soft, and he did not have the majesty of the 'head of the Zhou family' during the day.

She nodded.

He stepped forward, wrapped the snow-white sheep coat in his arms around her, carefully knotted the rope for her, and then stepped behind the wheelchair, holding down the handle, and carefully pushing it.

Although, known as the 'Three Sages of Qimen', he only needs to move his fingers, and he can easily let the air deed transport push this wheelchair...... But he still stretched out his bruised arms, and slowly, step by step, pushed her out of the room.

......

In the midnight Listening Wind Pavilion, there were two people.

One person sits in a wheelchair and one person stands behind a wheelchair.

The two of them stood and sat one after the other, both quietly looking at the full moon in the sky, quietly looking down on the neighborhoods in the city, both quietly feeling the cold wind in the face, and both silent.

But one is silent because there is no voice, and the other is silent because he is speechless.

is speechless, his name is Zhou Li, and he is now the head of the Zhou family, one of the three saints of Qimen, and no one is in awe.

People respect him because Zhou Li's Qimen exercises have been completed, and now the Xuanshi who can compete with him in the Qimen rivers and lakes can be counted on one hand; people are afraid of him because Zhou Li is ruthless, acts vigorously and resolutely, never fears the gods and evil ghosts, and the blood on his hands has long been washed away. That is, since Zhou Li was in charge, the Zhou family has re-raised the dead, and any Qimen dispute will let these dead soldiers intervene, regardless of their life and death - of course, if they die, the unlucky guy who killed the killer may not see the sun tomorrow again. Now Meng Yue City seems to have many Qimen families, and they are thriving and very kind—but in fact, this is all because of the terrifying deterrence of the Zhou family, and those Xuanshi who only have half a bucket of water kung fu dare not do anything wrong.

It's just that people haven't thought that Zhou Li, who is so ruthless that he almost regards human life as nothing, will also have a time of guilt - who would want to believe it? A guy who is not even afraid of ghosts and gods and does not believe in it, who else can be ashamed of?

Until a storyteller wearing a long robe, holding a folding fan, and speaking with a big tongue, was a guest of Meng Yue.

In the few days that he was a guest at Meng Yue Restaurant, he chatted with all the diners, talked about the past and the present, and talked about the interesting things in the world for three hundred years - and one of them is related to the current Zhou family.

The storyteller had a thin countenance, and seemed to be weak, but he did not shy away from the name of the head of the house, nor did he care that the crowd looked at him, and told the story in a vivid and vivid way—that is, the diners around him were all frightened by him. Just think, since this story is not known to the public, it is naturally because the head of the Zhou family does not want everyone to know...... If you tell this story to the people of the world with such an open mouth, or in Meng Yuecheng, where Zhou's family is located, wouldn't that be equivalent to wiping your neck clean and sending it to the guillotine table?

One night, the diners were silent, without the clapping and applause of the past, and let the night breeze blow indiscriminately, as if the head of the Zhou family would bring thousands of dead people to kill people in the next moment.

One night, the storyteller's eyebrows fluttered, and he spoke more emotionally than usual, leaving everyone stunned, but he had no intention of stopping his voice to observe the words.

One night, it was not until the big-tongued storyteller closed with the words 'please wait for a long time', stood up, put away the folding fan, and walked back to the side room with a gentle flick of his sleeves, that the diners came back to their senses and raised their hands to touch the head that was still on their shoulders.

None of the Zhou family appeared.

From Mr. Storyteller's visit to Meng Yue to Mr. Storyteller's departure from Meng Yue, no one in the Zhou family touched any hair of Mr. Storyteller.

Everyone in the neighborhood was amazed, and in addition to being amazed, they naturally began to wonder what the storyteller had said. It's a pity that night, all the diners didn't dare to look around, and no one listened carefully to what the storyteller said—only a few broken words, what Zhou Li was ashamed of his sister, what was devastating, what recast the seven stars, and what invited Zhou Gong again......

The night breeze blows.

Zhou Li squinted, looked at the bright moon, and exhaled a breath of cold air.

The storyteller was right.

The woman in the wheelchair in front of him, Zhou Yu, was his sister.

He is also the only person he is ashamed of.

Zhou Li lowered his eyes and set his eyes on her.

When she was eighteen years old, she went out to explore the rivers and lakes and met a pair of men and women named 'Pingshui Heroes', and the three of them walked together, so uncomfortable.

When she was twenty years old, she was used as a bargaining chip for the family, replacing Zhou Li, who was going to be rich, and married into another Qimen family as a concubine, in exchange for a treasure that the Zhou family had lost for many years.

When she was thirty years old, she gave birth to a daughter for that Qimen, which was a natural wonder. It was a happy thing, but she accidentally learned that the Qimen family planned to use their daughter as a furnace, so she immediately made a decision to steal her daughter when there was no one at home, and hid it in this corner of the world.

At the same age, she was gouged out and cut her throat by that Qimen, and broke her hamstrings to vent her anger privately.

When she was thirty-three years old, the head of the Zhou family died suddenly. On the second day after Zhou Li, the son of the Zhou family, took thirty dead soldiers from the Zhou family, washed the hundreds of people of the Naqimen family in blood, and took her home.

Since then, Zhou Li is no longer worthy of the word 'Li' in his name.

But he was ashamed of her.

Zhou Yu's fingertips moved slightly.

Zhou Li was slightly stunned, and immediately squatted down and held her right hand.

There is no pleasant sound that is sometimes loud and sometimes soft, only a flowing breath that is sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

The corners of his eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing a look of surprise.

"It turned out to be ...... Did you go there? Hehehe, worthy of you, always think more thoughtfully than I do...... It's okay, don't worry, I won't go to her. Just let her live an ordinary life there. ”

He smiled faintly at her: "It's okay if you don't enter the strange gate." ”

The corners of her lips seemed to be slightly raised.

Seeing a smile on his face, he got up with a light smile and looked at the world outside the Wind Pavilion.

"Language, my brother knows what you have suffered. ”

She was slightly startled, and looked up at him.

"So brother, I can't let you suffer in vain. ”

Zhou Li suddenly waved his sleeve robe, letting the breeze emerge and blowing the hem of his long hair.

"Next New Year's Day. ”

He turned sideways so that the moonlight was shining on the left side of his face.

The voice is soft and calm.

"Seven stars will reappear in the world. ”