The third year of Xianping, the fifth day of June, Hangzhou. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake in Hangzhou, and there is a piano in the small pavilion, and next to the piano is a pot of turbid wine. The lid of the flask has been opened, and there are still some stains left on one side of the flask, as if someone had taken a sip not long ago.

There is no bridge between this pavilion and the river bank, if you want to climb the pavilion, you must take a boat to the shore on the side of the pavilion, get off the boat, you can see the stone stairs gradually upward, after climbing the ladder, you can reach the pavilion.

According to the rumors of the people of Hangzhou, this small pavilion is the time of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu entered the oolong at night, and was built by the dream of the oolong, but Yang Feiqiu is very clear that this small pavilion is just a coordinate, and under this coordinate, there are thousands of catties of gold. Most of this gold was dissolved from the gold vessels in the mansions of officials or emperors in previous dynasties, and it was a life-saving wealth buried in the hidden door.

Although these life-saving fortunes were in the end, they could not save the hidden gate that was raided by the Divine Gate and the Jingshi Forbidden Army and destroyed overnight. After the fall of the Hidden Gate, Yang Feiqiu also took people to Hangzhou and other places to find the treasures buried in the Hidden Gate. However, in every treasure place recorded in the top secret dossier of the Hidden Gate, Yang Feiqiu had never even seen the shadow of the treasure. The priceless gold in the mud of the West Lake, as well as the gold and jewelry in other places, seem to have disappeared with the collapse of the hidden gate.

Looking at the afterglow of the slanting sun sprinkled on the sparkling lake, Yang Feiqiu is standing on the boat, which is slowly sailing towards the pavilion in the middle of the West Lake.

"Those two men, one of them has a broken right arm, looks a little heroic, has a sword at his waist and is dressed in black?"

Hearing Yang Feiqiu's question, the captain who was rocking the oar nodded lightly, looking at his sparse hair, he was about a long time old, but a pair of calloused hands still shook the oar like a young man in his twenties and thirties.

Yang Feiqiu retracted his gaze and looked at the small pavilion, which was three or four feet high from the water, and was located in the middle of the lake, even if he stood on the shore and looked at it from afar, he could only see two figures in the shadows. At this moment, if it is noon, the sun is not setting in the west, and the sky is not dark, maybe Yang Feiqiu can see more clearly.

At this moment, Yang Feiqiu is wearing a white shirt, the white shirt is plain white, only a few white peonies are embroidered on the placket, at first glance, it is very elegant. In addition, Yang Feiqiu did not tie his hair at the moment, and his long hair swayed slightly with the breeze, which made Yang Feiqiu's messy stubble even more wild. There is a faint arrogance in the thick eyebrows and eagle eyes, but the corners of the mouth are extremely straight, this appearance is no sadness or joy, and with a snow-white robe, Yang Feiqiu's whole person is just as cold as a piece of ice.

"Old boatman, can you wait a little longer, the round-trip price will be paid ten times the next. ”

"The last time the guest officer came, didn't he still walk back and forth on this pond full of lotus leaves?

Yang Feiqiu was stepping on the first stone step, but he heard the sound of the old man shaking the oar behind him, but this sound made Yang Feiqiu slightly stunned, turned his head, but saw the old man looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Guest officer, Xiao Lao'er has a good memory, ten years ago it was about this time, you also came here, last time, you didn't need Xiao Lao'er's boat. Lao Suo saw Yang Feiqiu's appearance, and saw his complicated eyes, and felt a little strange in his heart. But when Lao Suo's voice fell, Yang Feiqiu smiled kindly: "This time I am not in a hurry, I didn't have a good look at this full pond when I came, how can I miss it when I return?"

The old man laughed twice, then put down the oar, and sat down slowly at the stern of the boat, with one foot on the plank, and the other foot stretched into the cabin, looking at the pond full of lotuses. turned around again, but saw that Yang Feiqiu was still looking at him, and when Lao Suo was about to open his mouth to ask, Yang Feiqiu shook his head with a smile, and continued to walk towards the small pavilion on the stairs.

"Senior Brother Yang, you made us wait. ”

An old and hoarse voice came, and Yang Feiqiu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhu Wudong, who was sitting at the stone table, pressing one hand on the piano and gently plucking the strings with the other.

"Wudong, how did you become like this? I thought ......"

Glancing at Yang Shuo, who was standing behind Zhu Wudong, he found that Yang Shuo was staring at him with complicated eyes, and Yang Feiqiu felt a strange feeling in his heart. He couldn't believe that the person in front of him wearing a hat and an unusually hideous face was his fellow disciple Zhu Wudong.

"I thought I was dead, right? Senior Brother Yang, I can invite you over with a letter, which makes me, as a junior brother, a little flattered. ”

Zhu Wudong said nothing, and laughed again. And Yang Shuo, who was behind Zhu Wudong, was staring at Yang Feiqiu viciously at the moment, and when Yang Feiqiu's face broke into Yang Shuo's eyes, the place where his broken arm began to ache faintly.

The pain at the severed arm, which was extremely real, but actually impossible at all, seemed to remind Yang Shuo not to forget the murderer who cut off his arm and killed his last relative in the bamboo forest ten years ago.

"Uncle Yang, I really didn't expect that we would meet like this. ”

Yang Shuo's words did not draw Yang Feiqiu's gaze away, Yang Feiqiu still stared at Zhu Wudong's face, until Zhu Wudong noticed Yang Feiqiu's gaze, and slowly took off the hat. A person who doesn't look like a human being, and a ghost doesn't want to have a face that broke into Yang Feiqiu's eyes. I don't know if it was deliberate or too shocked, Yang Feiqiu not only ignored Yang Shuo's words, but didn't even give a look.

"Winterless, you...... This is the technique of bloodletting, could it be that you have practiced the 'Ten Thousand Gu Devouring Hearts'? No, this shouldn't be the 'Ten Thousand Gu Devouring Hearts' ......"

"Senior Brother Yang, why are you so pretending? If you really fancy the friendship between the master and the sect, you will not betray the hidden door back then, we haven't seen each other for thirty years, where is there any friendship with the same family?"

Yang Feiqiu's eyes shrank suddenly, the look of concern on his face and a little panic disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the cold expression returned to Yang Feiqiu's face.

"Wudong, do you think I betrayed my sect?"

"This Gate, the Divine Gate or the Hidden Gate, Senior Brother Yang, tomorrow will be the thirtieth year of the extinction of the Hidden Gate from the rivers and lakes, let's end this matter here today. ”

Zhu Wudong sneered, and the hand that caressed the strings stroked the strings one last time, and the strings broke at the same time as they were plucked.

"'Divide the golden hand'? The kung fu of holding the bow and making a pulse is really infinitely powerful. ”

Yang Feiqiu knew very well that Zhu Wudong not only plucked the strings with his bare hands, but this qin had also been divided into two sections with a slight movement.

"Wudong, why can't we make it clear first? I haven't seen you for many years, don't you want to get an explanation from me?"

"Senior Brother Yang, if you can eat my three palms, say this again. ”

Zhu Wudong's hideous face revealed a smile like a rakshasa. (To be continued.) )