Maybe it was God's mercy, or God's favor, Li Zhirou jumped off the cliff with Jing Xining in her arms and was in a coma for a few days, only to wake up and feel weak, opened her eyes slightly, and found herself lying in a strange small bamboo house, slowly supporting her body with her hands, looking around, the house was spotless, simple and clean, simple and elegant, there was a teapot and two teacups on a wooden table in the middle, and there were no other superfluous objects, a bed, a table, a chair, you can see it at a glance. Li Zhirou wondered in her heart www.biquge.info but her mind was blank, she wanted to die, jumped from such a high cliff, and had no way to live, thinking that this could be the underworld, but seeing that this environment was clearly inhabited by the gods, could it be that she had arrived in the land of bliss, thinking of this, she unconsciously pinched her arm with two fingers, only to feel a pain, and then she came back to her senses, and suddenly thought of Jing Xining, and found that he was not around, and shouted loudly while running out with a weak body: "Xining... ”

Running outside the house and standing in the courtyard, Li Zhirou looked around anxiously, there was no shadow of Jing Xining at all, so she looked everywhere, but she was attracted by the quiet and quiet environment around her. There is a bluestone path in the middle of the courtyard, which is planted with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants on both sides, which is fragrant and refreshing. The courtyard walls are surrounded by bamboo and wood, and are full of flowers and vines, attracting bees and butterflies from time to time. There is a bamboo forest outside the courtyard, a path in the middle, the weeds in the forest are stripped away, and the bamboo trunk is also cleaned up very cleanly, but the ground is thinly covered with a scattered bamboo leaf, a breeze blows, flying all over the sky, a small stream in the depths of the bamboo forest, and the sound of gurgling water can be faintly heard. Li Zhirou couldn't appreciate the scenery of this paradise, looked around, and urgently called for Xining, but she didn't see a figure for a long time, and she was very anxious, and suddenly saw a white-haired old man leading a child from a bamboo path towards her from a distance. Li Zhirou recognized the child next to her as Jing Xining at a glance, was overjoyed, and ran away. The old man also walked closer and closer to her, and when they met, Li Zhirou squatted on the ground and hugged Jing Xining, gently stroking his little head, "Xining, are you okay?"

Jing Xining replied in his milky voice: "Mother, I'm fine, this old man took me to catch butterflies just now, it's fun." ”

Li Zhirou didn't pay attention to the old man at all, and when she heard Jing Xining say this, she found that she was a little rude, stood up, and looked at the old man carefully, only to see that he was full of white hair, temples like frost, kind eyebrows, and thin figure, but his steps were steady, and he was a fairy and a good person. The old man stepped forward and greeted Li Zhirou: "Girl, you can be regarded as awake, seeing that you are in such a hurry, you should be looking for this child." ”

Li Zhirou was a little embarrassed, bent down and replied: "The little girl meets the senior, may I ask the senior, what kind of place is this, my mother and son are obvious, why are they here?"

The old man stroked his beard with his right hand and laughed, "Don't worry, this is neither the Netherworld nor Elysium. Li Zhirou's face was full of embarrassment, she didn't expect that jumping from such a high cliff would not only be safe and sound, but also arrive at such a fairyland on earth.

The old man explained to Li Zhirou: "The **** and this little baby fell from above, I happened to pass by, this little baby was taken off from your hands in mid-air, fortunately, the clothes hung on a big tree in the end, and I rescued you, and you fortunately fell into the Wanzhang Lake so you survived, but you were also in a coma for a few days, but fortunately now I finally see you wake up." ”

When Li Zhirou heard this, she realized that it was the old man who saved their mother and son, and quickly knelt down to thank them: "The little girl's family encountered a great disaster, and was rescued by their predecessors, and my mother and son were able to survive. ”

The old man helped Li Zhirou and said: "The girl is serious, please get up quickly, here is inaccessible, my old man every day in addition to seeing all the green mountains and green waters is to be neighbors with birds and beasts, early named this place Yuanyin Valley, now I didn't expect to be so old to meet your mother and son with this, it is fate, what a word, hahahaha..." ”

"Yuanyin Valley? is really a good name", Li Zhirou looked at the environment in this valley and this old man, and the name was also very appropriate.

The old man smiled and asked, "I heard the meaning of your words just now, what happened to force your mother and son to jump off the cliff?" Li Zhirou saw that this old man was isolated from the world, untainted with dust, and not a traitorous person, so she told the old man and Pan in 1510. After hearing this, the old man looked up to the sky and sighed: "This official family matter has been like this for thousands of years, becoming a king and defeating a villain, but you pity the innocent person, you will live here with this child in peace in the future, and raise him well, and no one will disturb you again." ”

Li Zhirou thought that the world was so big, there was no place for her mother and son, as she came to this paradise-like place today, she was already tired of the world's grievances and struggles, she had this plan, but the first acquaintance was not long, it was difficult to speak, seeing that the old man said this, she hurriedly thanked: "So I will bother my predecessors, I just want to raise the child now, and I don't want anything else, let alone let him repeat the mistakes of the past and participate in the world." ”

The old man was very free and easy, and said: "In the future, with this little doll with me, the valley will be lively." After saying that, he laughed, and his voice was crisp and refreshing, echoing through the valley. Li Zhirou said: "After talking for so long, I still don't know the name of the senior?" The old man said: "In the future, call me Feng Xianru!" Li Zhirou hurriedly replied: "It turned out to be the old Feng senior." ”

So Li Zhirou and Jing Xining lived in Yuanyin Valley, this night, Li Zhirou had fallen asleep, Jing Xining slept until midnight, the scene of Jingchen being killed that day echoed in his mind, dreaming that Jingchen was covered in knife wounds, his face was covered with blood, Shu Xin stared at him with a hideous face, and then chased after him with a knife, and he couldn't run no matter how he ran, he was so frightened in his sleep that he knocked on the small bed indiscriminately, shouting loudly in his mouth, Li Zhirou woke up from the dream, looked back, and found that Jing Xining was having a nightmare, and quickly got out of bed to wake him up, after Jing Xining woke up, he hugged Li Zhirou tightly and cried"The wicked are coming, the wicked are coming. ”

Li Zhirou hurriedly reassured: "Xining, don't be afraid, there is a mother, don't be afraid." After a long while, Jing Xining's mood slowly calmed down, Li Zhirou looked at Jing Xining, who was sweating with fright, and wiped his sweat beads away, "Are you having a nightmare? Don't be afraid, it's all over." ”

Jing Xining said: "Mother, I miss my father, and grandpa, have they all been killed by bad people, I must avenge them when I grow up and kill the bad guys." ”

Li Zhirou was both distressed and guilty, such a young child had to suffer like this with her, and Jing Xining had been having nightmares for several nights in a row, and the scene in the dream was basically the same, he witnessed Jing Chen's tragic death, which became a lingering shadow in his young heart.

Li Zhirou muttered softly and said with relief: "Xining, my mother only hopes that you will grow up happily, when is the time to retrige, my mother doesn't want you to take revenge." Li Zhirou knew that her words might not be understandable to a four or five-year-old child, but she still hoped that Jing Xining would be exposed to it from an early age, be an ordinary child, and not plant the seeds of hatred at such a young age, after all, the scene that day stimulated Xiao Jing Xining too much.

Li Zhirou and Jing Xining began their life in Yuanyin Valley in this way, teaching Jing Xining to read and practice words every day, and when Jing Xining was bored, he would secretly run to Feng Xianru to play, and the days went on like this, although it was dull, but very happy. But Li Zhirou and Jingchen have a very close relationship, Jingchen died tragically, her longing is increasing day by day, life and death are boundless, there is nowhere to talk about desolation, even with Jing Xining's company, but it is difficult to understand his feelings of longing, and finally when Jing Xining was ten years old, he became ill and died. Before dying, Li Zhirou entrusted Jing Xining to Feng Xianru, Jing Xining's tears couldn't stop flowing, crying, grief, Feng Xianru was also very sad, and couldn't help sighing: "What a hard-working child, Xining, let Grandpa Feng take care of you in the future, okay?" Jing Xining couldn't stop nodding while crying.

Feng Xianru suddenly thought that he was old, and he would leave him one day, and then he would be the only one left in this world, lonely and helpless, how to rest assured, so he asked: "Xining, do you want to learn martial arts?" Grandpa Feng taught you?"

Although Jing Xining is young, what happened to the Jing family back then, especially Jing Chen's death, made him remember it vividly, even if he was young at the time, the appearance of the enemy has been blurred, but this matter is engraved in his heart like a knife, although Li Zhirou has always warned him not to seek revenge, to be an ordinary happy and happy person, but the hatred of the country and the family has always made him linger, listening to Feng Xianru say this, he said excitedly: "Of course I want to, great, when I learn martial arts, I will no longer be afraid of being bullied by bad people, and I can also protect Grandpa Feng." Feng Xianru looked at Jing Xining's innocent appearance and couldn't help laughing, "Xining, you have to remember that your mother once said that the reason why you are called Xining is because they hope that the world will be peaceful from now on and stop at strife. Jing Xining nodded and said, "Xining remembers." ”

In the following days, Jing Xining practiced martial arts with Feng Xianru every day, very diligently, rain or shine, which made him very pleased, but Feng Xianru found that although Jing Xining was diligent and hard-working, his heart was full of hatred, and he was worried that he would go astray, so in addition to teaching him martial arts, he also paid great attention to teaching him the truth of life, and asked him to copy Buddhist scriptures every day to eliminate his anger and impulses.

Unconsciously, ten years have passed, Jing Xining has grown from a little doll to a handsome young man, Feng Xianru watched him grow up day by day, very happy, but felt that his body was not as good as day by day, when teaching martial arts, he often seemed powerless, Jing Xining also began to pay attention, often asked Feng Xianru, and Feng Xianru was just a word, perfunctory past.

Finally one day, Feng Xianru realized that the limit was approaching, called Jing Xining to his side, sat cross-legged, put his hands on his knees, his face was haggard, and whispered: "Xining, the essence of what I have learned all my life is in the cloud pushing hand, now you have learned almost the cloud pushing hand, and the rest depends on your own understanding in the future, and I will never be able to teach you in the future." ”

Jing Xining listened to Feng's words, and his expression was suddenly very different from the past, "Grandpa Feng, what's wrong with you today? Why did you suddenly say this to me?"

Feng Xianru said: "Xining, don't talk yet, listen to me, haven't you always been curious about why I came to this hidden valley alone, I'll tell you him today", Feng Xianru paused and continued: "There is a sect called the Qingfeng Sect on the rivers and lakes, and I was originally one of the two elders of the Qingfeng Sect, ・・・・・・."

Jing Xining listened to the experience of Feng Xianru, amazed, I didn't expect that on weekdays so indisputable, idle clouds and wild cranes like Feng Xianru would have such a legendary experience, the original Qingfeng Sect was founded at the end of the Sui Dynasty, when the emperor was absurd and unreasonable, tyrannical and tyrannical, plus a great success, the levy and taxation are as much as a cow's hair, people's minds change, the world is in chaos, the people are displaced, starvation is everywhere, the founding ancestor Xie Chuiyun has compassion, pity the world, so he founded the Qingfeng Sect in Guyun Mountain, cure the sick and save people, and build a shed to give porridge. But the Qingfeng Sect has always been low-key, and it is secretive, and it is not well known to the world, and it has been under the banner of "helping the poor and helping the poor, being kind and sincere", and it has been passed on to the twelfth generation, the sect leader Mo Cangyu is obsessed with martial arts, and he retreats and cultivates all day long, ignoring teaching affairs, and the affairs of the sect are handled by Feng Xianru and another elder, Lin Tingying, but Lin Tingying is ambitious, and he is bent on leading the Qingfeng Sect to sweep away all factions, unify the rivers and lakes, and be the supreme martial arts. Feng Xianru and Lin Tingying had different opinions, and the contradictions became bigger and bigger, and two factions led by Feng Xianru and Lin Tingying gradually formed within the Qingfeng Sect, and the two factions were dissatisfied with each other, fighting openly and secretly. Suddenly, one day, the sect leader Mo Cangyu practiced martial arts and went mad and died, Lin Tingying took the sect leader's wind order to announce to all the sect members that the sect leader had passed the position of the sect leader to him before he died. The Qingfeng Order is a token passed on by the previous generation of the Qingfeng Sect leader to the next generation of the leader, and when they saw the Qingfeng Order, everyone quickly knelt down to meet the new generation of the leader. But Feng Xian Confucian's faction refused to admit it, and questioned the death of the Mo sect leader, before his death, only Lin Tingying was present in the sect. In fact, when the successive sect leaders of the Qingfeng Sect were in power, they would hold a succession ceremony, and then hand over the Qingfeng Order to the new sect leader on the spot to complete the alternation. Due to the dispute between the two elders, the Qingfeng Sect stimulated infighting, so that the swords and soldiers met each other, and a river of blood flowed, Feng Xianru couldn't bear the disciples in the sect to kill each other, and the infighting was consumed, especially the countless brothers in the sect died in front of him, and he felt that he was deeply guilty, and he was even more sorry for the trust of the Mo sect master, so he decided to focus on the overall situation, and in order to avoid greater harm, he left the Qingfeng Sect in frustration, and since then he has come to the Yuanyin Valley to live in seclusion, and no longer ask about the world.

Jing Xining saw that Feng Xianru's face was getting paler and paler, and he was inexplicably nervous in his heart, and he had a bad premonition, so he hurriedly told him to rest, don't say it again, Feng Xianru took Jing Xining's hand, "Xining, you should have seen it, now that my limit has come, my life will not be long, and I will be born sick and die, which is the law of the cycle of heaven and earth, whether it is the prince and the general or the martial arts supreme, you don't have to be sad." ”

Jing Xining shook his head desperately, "No, it won't, it won't."

Feng Xianru said: "Xining, after I die, you just need to bury me simply, poor child, you will have no relatives in this world in the future, you must take good care of yourself, you are still so young, you can't stay in the Yuanyin Valley for a lifetime, when the time comes, you will go out of the valley by yourself, it's just that the rivers and lakes are sinister, people's hearts are complicated, you are kind by nature, you must be cautious, although you are not a person from the Qingfeng Sect, but I want to give you the teachings of the Qingfeng Sect, 'help the needy, be kind and sincere', you must remember." After Feng Xianru finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, lowered his head, put his hands down, and rode away on the crane immortal.

"Grandpa Feng, Grandpa Feng, ... ", Jing Xining leaned on Feng Xianru and cried incredibly, heartbreaking, he couldn't accept the facts in front of him, although Feng Xianru was old, it was difficult to resurrect people from death, but suddenly Xianyou, the huge Yuanyin Valley alone beat him, and it was difficult to accept it for a while.

Jing Xining buried Feng Xianru, knelt in front of the stele, remembered the past, especially Li Zhirou and Feng Xianru were the happiest in those days, every day there was Li Zhirou's earnest teaching, when he was lazy, he went to Feng Xianru to play, every day carefree, frolicking, Cheng Huan's knees, cared for, and now the two of them have left him, leaving him alone in the empty valley, lonely and uncared for, and the world is so big, he doesn't know how he should be in the future, he doesn't know where he should go, he walks alone in the world, and he doesn't know where home is. After thinking about it, he was still determined to listen to Feng Xianru's dying words, walk out of the Yuanyin Valley, and see the outside world, and one more important thing was that there was a knot in his heart that had been lingering, he wanted to find the murderer of Jingchen and avenge his father. Although Li Zhirou didn't want him to carry hatred since he was a child, and warned him not to seek revenge, Jing Xining agreed on the surface, but the scene of the year always lingered, the indifferent face that had been blurred, and the knife that flashed with bursts of cold light often appeared in his dreams.

Jing Xining sorted out her luggage, knelt down to say goodbye to Feng Xianru and Li Zhirou, glanced at Yuanyin Valley again, took out the map that Feng Xianru had drawn for him, and walked out of the valley.