Zhang Chen looked at his mother, in front of him, fell in a pool of blood, the dazzling red, and at the same time pierced his heart. I saw that he was like crazy, waved his long sword, and roared angrily: "Gongzi Yang, if I Zhang Chen don't kill you in this life, I will not be a man!"

The voice was still echoing in mid-air, and Zhang Chen was already like a hungry wolf in a frenzy, his teeth were creaking, and he suddenly rushed forward.

Syllable!

The two swords collide, rubbing out thousands of sparks, falling with the wind!

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Gongziyang's mouth, and said: "The guy who can't measure himself, just with your three-legged cat's kung fu, you still want to kill me, it's just a fool's dream!"

"Xiao Chen, hurry up, you are not his opponent. The coming day is long, stay in the green mountains, don't worry about running out of firewood!" Zhang Lang hugged the crying Xiaoxuan with one hand, his expression was like frost, and he shouted urgently.

Zhang Chen also knew at this time that he was not Gongzi Yang's opponent, and he also knew that the people of Lujiazhuang were about to rush here, so he gritted his teeth and shouted coldly, "Gongzi Yang, the hatred of his parents, the hatred of extermination, in the future, I, Zhang Chen, will definitely get it back!"

In Gongziyang's black eyes, a fierce light like a yin owl flashed, and he shouted coldly: "If you want to leave, it's not easy!"

Seeing that Gongzi Yang immediately pounced again, Zhang Lang immediately shouted at a few loyal guards next to him: "A few of you stop him and cover the young master's departure!"

After the five or six guards glanced at each other, who was afraid that Zhi Lu Dao knew that he was going to die, but no one hesitated. All of them raised their weapons at the first time, just like five or six crazy wolves, and suddenly pounced on Gongziyang.

A cold killing intent appeared on the corner of Gongziyang's mouth, and he said coldly: "Just because a few of you still want to stop me, it's just self-defeating, and now I'll send you on the road!"

As soon as the words fell, the soft sword in his hand swept through the throats of the two guards who pounced on him like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole. Immediately, he changed his sword moves, stabbed and slashed, and in an instant, blood gushed out, staining the entire night sky red.

The last two guards trembled with fright when they saw this, and they glanced at each other. At the same time, he shouted "ah", came to embolden himself, waved his saber, and suddenly rushed forward again.

Whizzing!

Gongzi Yang waved the soft sword in the air twice, and before the sound of the weapon exchange sounded, the screams of the two guards were heard.

Gongzi Yang glanced coldly at Zhang Chen, who was about to escape over the wall, and a cold killing intent appeared in his black eyes, but just as he was about to rush forward with his sword, he found that he was unable to move an inch.

Looking down, I saw that there was also a guard who had not yet lost his breath, hugging his leg with his last life.

Gongzi Yang stretched out his other leg, kicked it the back a few times, and shouted angrily: "Hurry up and let go, let go......"

With each kick, the guard spat out a mouthful of blood, but no matter how hard Gongzi Yang tried, he showed no sign of letting go, and instead hugged him tighter and tighter.

"Uncle Biao!" Zhang Chen shouted urgently with hazy tears in his eyes.

"Young Master...... Come on...... Let's go, ......" The guard, known as Uncle Biao, shouted desperately with his worst strength.

Seeing that Zhang Chen and the others were about to flee in front of his eyes, Gongzi Yang suddenly became angry, suddenly raised his soft sword, and stabbed straight at the statement.

"Uncle Biao......" Zhang Chen shouted with a cry.

"Young Master...... Come on...... Let's go, ......" Uncle Biao snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood, stretched out his hand full of blood, and waved at Zhang Chen.

However, even if the guard named Uncle Biao died, his hands still only hugged one of Gongzi Yang's legs. No matter how he tries to shake it, it will be difficult to get rid of it. For this reason, Gongzi Yang ruthlessly stabbed dozens of swords in his back, making his entire back stabbed into a sieve eye, and his flesh and blood were blurred, which could be described as miserable.

Because Uncle Biao and a few guards who regarded death as if they were at home desperately protected each other, Zhang Lang and Zhang Chen hugged Xiaoxuan, and only then did they escape from the minions of death.

The endless darkness, the cold stones, and the howling wind in the wilderness like the cry of ten thousand ghosts added a bit of tragedy to the heavy heart.

"Second uncle, Zhangjiabao is finished, what should we do now?" Zhang Chen looked at Xiao Xuan, who had fallen asleep, with tears in his eyes, and asked very depressedly.

Zhang Lang thought for a while and said: "This time, Gongzi Yang and Lu Jiazhuang colluded with each other to destroy our Zhangjiabao, both of them have formed a bond with Lin Yu, and I see that Lin Yu is not bad, let's go to Jiangnan to find him, maybe he will help us avenge this blood sea of revenge!"

Zhang Chen nodded again and again, and said, "Okay, just listen to the second uncle." ”

Zhang Lang glanced around and said, "It's not safe here, Lu Pillbox will definitely send someone to search here, let's leave overnight, otherwise, after dawn, we want to leave, but it won't be so easy." ”

In this way, Zhang Chen's uncle and nephew hugged Xiaoxuan, who had just turned three, and embarked on the road south to find Lin Yu.

After Lin Yu and Zhang Chen and the others separated, they basically didn't stop much along the way, except for eating and lodging. Finally, in the early morning of the third day, they arrived at their destination, Hangzhou City.

Hangzhou has just experienced the first autumn rain of this year, on the bank of the West Lake, the smoke and rain are hazy, and the willow branches along the coast are swaying with the wind, like a peerless beauty, and the dance posture of the country and the city makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"Childe, this Hangzhou is so beautiful, although the prosperity is not as good as the capital, but there is also a different feeling, people see it, and the mood is involuntarily very comfortable. No wonder people often say that there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below, which is really not blown. Lin Yong, who has always been active in the north, saw the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan for the first time, and couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and chattered a lot.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery will naturally make people's mood much better. Inadvertently, a smile like a peach blossom in March appeared on the corner of Lin Yu's mouth. This situation and this scene can't help but remind him of a poem by a Dongpo layman, which is written about the Slender West Lake after the rain.

"The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate. (Note 1) However, after a moment of deep silence, Lin Yu thought of the beautiful woman in his heart from Xizi again, and his expression darkened in an instant. I secretly thought in my heart that this place was only more than thirty miles away from Aolin Mountain Villa!

"Childe, where are we going now?" Lin Yong's expression was still full of excitement.

"Go to Aolin Villa!" Lin Yu's expression was slightly solemn, and he replied in a deep voice.

Tongjun Mountain looks at the layer of the city, and the smoke waves are light. The green trees are dimly shining, and the singing is falling out of nowhere. (Note 2) This is a perfect reproduction of the Fuchun River, and it is also a true portrayal of the Aolin Villa surrounded by the Fuchun River.

However, at this time, Aolin Villa was a desolate scene of fragrant grass, and there was nothing else except messy and crazy weeds.

The vigorous and powerful five characters of "the first village in the world" on the forehead of the gate seem to have become an old man who has fallen into his twilight years at this time, sighing alone in the whistling wind.

"Childe, this is Aurin Villa, the first village in the world in the past, I didn't expect it to be so down, it's really a thing or a person, which makes people feel a lot of emotion. Lin Yong raised his head slightly, looked at the five big characters of "the first village in the world", and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Lin Yu's expression was like frost, and the green waves that emerged from his clear eyes slowly stopped flowing and condensed into a cold ice.

After staring at it for a long time, all the memories of Aurin Villa came to my mind one by one, with joy and helplessness......

"Let's go in!" After throwing down these words, Lin Yu had already pushed open the door that had been closed for nearly half a year.

The sandalwood door, as if celebrating this moment of seeing people again, made a slightly piercing creak with excitement.

The path, surrounded by red flowers and green leaves, was now completely infested by wild weeds.

For some reason, Lin Yu was subconsciously led and walked straight to the peach blossom tree.

The peach blossoms that bloomed in the past can no longer be found at this time. However, peaches that are fully ripe can be seen everywhere on the ground, but no one cares about them, resulting in rotting peaches.

The peach tree is still there, where is the beauty of the former Fuqin at this time?

Looking at this somewhat bleak scene, I thought of the prosperity here in March. A gust of autumn wind blew, which made Lin Yu shiver deeply.

When you look under the peach tree, you will see an elegant and quiet room.

Seeing that window, Lin Yu's heart suddenly felt as if he had been stabbed by a sharp sword, and blood gushed out and fell to the ground with a snap, making him hear it really.

It was Liu Zimeng's room, and once upon a time, it was the room that haunted me......

But......

After a slight groan, Lin Yu still involuntarily walked towards the room, with no joy or sadness on his expression. To be precise, there was nothing, it was like a weathered stone, gently pushing open the door, and the scene that came into view made Lin Yu feel a little dazzling.

That suqin, because it had not been caressed by its owner for a long time, was covered with a thick layer of dust......

Lin Yu paused slightly, stepped forward lightly, sat next to the suqin, and gently plucked the strings a few times.

The sound of the piano sounded, but the tune was very sad, so that the cheerful birds were no longer happy, and Qiu Ju, who raised her head to prepare for the fight, also lowered her head slightly. The whirring wind is more like the old man who has lost his son is weeping, and the bereaved beauty is crying......

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Note 1 is from (Song) Su Shi drinks two poems (the second one) on the lake after the first sunny day and the second note is from the Yuan Dynasty poet, Qian Yanjun.