The helm of the Leng Xiang Valley is a house built at the foot of a mountain peak in the depths of an extremely dense forest, although these houses are all green bricks and green tiles, orderly and exquisite, but they are almost covered by a large number of vines, which can play a hidden protective role. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's just that what makes people tangled is that there are all kinds of animal skins and various weapons hanging on the outer wall of seven or eight out of ten, when the wind blows, the rich fishy smell of the skins hits the nose, and the sound of the hanging weapons "clanging" penetrates into the ears, making it easy to mistake the dislocation of time and space and fall into the primitive tribe.

At the beginning, Du Liuru was very speechless in his heart, and he was also a little sad in his heart, after all, although Leng Wuhuan's background was not a big faction, and his personal achievements were also outstanding among the young generation at that time, and he also occupied a place in the entire martial arts, many people were optimistic about him, he should be the first choice for the next head of his master.

However, fate is always more willing to toss people, and an inexplicable disaster befell him, which not only made him lose his qualification to inherit the head, but even forbade his master, and issued a killing order, which was chased and killed all over the world.

In the end, in desperation, I had to fall into degenerate......

It was dusk when Du Liuru and they walked out of the "ghost road", the sun had not yet set outside, and in the depths of the valley, the sunlight was blocked by the mountains, and the woods were dense, so the light was particularly dim, and the night was scattered in advance.

The torches outside the house and the candles in the house were lit.

Leng Xianggu's meal adopts the big dining hall system, and Leng Wuhuan's words are quoted as follows: Hundreds of people have been condensed into a group, so they have to pay for this group unconditionally, and always have the best combat state; although Leng Xianggu has been beautiful for many years, no one can guarantee that there will be any emergencies in the next moment- Eating with a few mouths is undoubtedly an extremely tedious thing, if a moment encounters a huge sudden change, will people waste their energy because of such seemingly inconsequential trivial things as cooking, and evolve into a grave that is pulled into a rout?

Therefore, Leng Wuhuan has established a special logistics team, this logistics team has men and women, men are naturally the main force in the kitchen, and women, in addition to making preliminary preparations such as washing and choosing vegetables before the chefs make a move, they also have to be responsible for washing and drying clothes for all the men.

At this time, it is obvious that the chefs have already prepared the meal, and under the light, many charming women can be seen busy, shuttling back and forth between the kitchen and their own nests, adding food to the tables of their respective homes, and as for the men who have no wives, they have to rely on themselves.

With the beautiful figure of the woman swaying, combined with the mouth-watering aroma of food, the breeze blows everywhere, and the beauty makes people's hearts drunk, and they can't tell whether it is the fragrance of people or the fragrance of food.

Leng Wuhuan also had a beautiful woman beside her, who was well-dressed and elegant.

Her name is Yaqing.

However, when Du Liuru just said "brother and sister", Leng Wuhuan shook his head silently, and a thick melancholy flashed in his eyes.

The beautiful woman Yaqing's delicate body stiffened slightly, and then she smiled, a little depressed and gloomy bitterness, and said lightly: "How can I have such a good fortune, I just stay by the side of the valley master and take care of his daily life and diet." ”

She set the dishes, poured wine for a few people, and then left the house. As the lord of a dignified valley, and for many years of unearned income, in the hearts of many people, even if his house is not comparable to the glory of the palace, at least it must be no less than a rich and noble?

But in fact, it is not.

Perhaps, as the lord of a grain, his dwelling was indeed much more spacious than the other houses, and the furniture was perhaps more "extravagant", but I am afraid that it was a few more trees with the bark shaved and then put up stones on the "benches"—presumably, this was due to some kind of convenience when the leaders of the various groups were gathered for a meeting.

The furnishings in the whole room can be summed up in two words: Hanqi!

Du Liuru didn't have any weird feelings because he understood Leng Wuhuan.

They were only surprised by He Darthead and Li Darthead, their eyes turned around the room several times, after confirming that the whole house was empty, there was absolutely no secret room or the like, they couldn't help but be stunned, they really couldn't understand, you Lengxianggu is also the green forest in this area, so drop, people are making a lot of money as a thief, but you Leng Xianggu is indistinguishable from the beggars?

Leng Wuhuan seemed to see the confusion in their eyes, smiled faintly, and said slowly: "Perhaps, our Leng Xianggu is a little down, which makes the brothers laugh." In fact, including me Leng Wuhuan, staying here is definitely not to get rich, but to helplessly seek a way to live. In the final analysis, now, because of years of war, especially the brutal oppression of us by the Mongols, it can be said that it is not easy for each of us Han Chinese. ”

He sighed softly and continued, "The purpose of Leng Xiang Gu is just to survive, so we just charge some living expenses...... If we can't make ends meet, we have to go into the deep mountains and old forests to hunt and make up for the expenses, hehe, isn't the cold fragrance valley very boring......"

Leng Wuhuan ended his words with a bitter smile.

He and Li were silent, the confusion on their faces was gone, and they were replaced by full solemnity and respect.

They believed that it would be as difficult to get a prostitute to adhere to the discipline of chastity rather than to teach the bandit to abide by the principles!

In particular, in this era of the jungle, it is likely that there will be a heavy price to pay to stick to a principle.

Therefore, Leng Wuhuan is worthy of respect. He Darttou and Li Darthead are both hot-blooded men, even if the special boss of the Feiyun Dart Bureau once had a life-saving grace for Leng Wuhuan, and in this era when humanity was distorted by the flames of war, they did have a trace of doubt about Leng Wuhuan, but Leng Wuhuan's insistence on principles made them see the dawn of human nature, and their blood boiled.

There are many ways for women to have a heart-to-heart relationship, while there is usually only one way for a man to have a heart-to-heart relationship: drinking.

This drink fell straight from the beginning of the night to the time after the hour.

Occasionally, the leaders of each group, that is, some other masters, all went in and out like a marquee, constantly toasting with Du Liuru and his servants, including Ah Fei, who had been in trouble at the valley mouth.

Ah Fei is not a master, but he came to apologize to them honestly.

Therefore, even if a few big dart leaders can bear to refuse the toast of other leaders, they can't refuse Ah Fei's toast, unless, they haven't cleared up the misunderstanding created by Ah Fei's negligence and are still lingering.

Therefore, Ah Fei's wine cannot be drunk.

Therefore, after a few hours, even if He Darttou and Li Darttou have been tested for alcohol for many years, they can be described as the top talents in the wine country, but they also drank seven meat and eight vegetables, and both of them fell under the table - you say that it is okay to lie down, and it is not a shameful thing for a man to be drunk, but what is depressing is that these two are shaking their crumbling bodies, and they don't fall down immediately, they have to open their big mouths to "whoop" spewed out two turbidity currents, covering the dishes on the table indiscriminately, and then, irresponsibly, drilled under the table.

Uh, in this way, can people continue to eat and drink?

Du Liuru shook his head, straightened his face with both hands, then sighed, and said helplessly to Leng Wuhuan: "Brother Leng, I'm sorry......"

Leng Wuhuan smiled and was speechless, stood up, grabbed Du Liuru's shoulder with one hand, grabbed a pot of wine on the table with the other, and raised his chin in the direction of the door, obviously signaling to go outside for a walk together.

Du Liuru nodded, moved his steps, and walked out of the room with Leng Wuhuan. In fact, Du Liuru and Leng Wuhuan both drank a lot, if it weren't for He Darthead and Li Darthead who were embarrassed first, it was likely that they would have fallen down.

Human nature is like this, when they were originally on the equal level, they may hold on to the status quo, and no one dares to look down on anyone.

However, when someone accidentally falls, those who are just of the same level will feel good and superior, and think that they are a cut above them.

Therefore, in the drinking field, most of the time, when someone falls first, the rest of the people rise to the top of their self-image, flock to make jokes about the drunk, of course, if it is not a personal purpose, it is basically unrelated to friendship, and there is no need to worry about the danger of exposing the individual's privacy.

In the valley in the middle of the night, the temperature difference between day and night is obviously very large, and the cold wind is howling, as if the cold winter has not faded, and the cold left behind has penetrated into the bone marrow.

The area of the house was quiet, apparently most of the people had gone to sleep, and most of the lights and candles had been extinguished, leaving only a few dead wind lamps scattered at a distance, echoing the faint hazy but still stubbornly and loyally guarding the area.

The whole large area was quiet, and there was no figure in sight, but of course Du Liuru didn't believe that in this troubled era where survival was difficult, the huge Lengxiang Valley was not worried that the authorities or the people's heroes would come to ask for their lives for the people and did not make any precautions.

The tolerance of the authorities and the folk heroes, perhaps because of Leng Wuhuan's "meager demand" of the valley owner, at least so far, has not exceeded the bottom line accepted by the people, and has not reached the point of anger and resentment.

Leng Wuhuan took Du Liuru leisurely, wandering leisurely, and finally stopped at a high place.

There was a large square stone in front of him, enough for two people to sit. Leng Wuhuan pulled down Du Liuru and sat down together, unplugged the wine jug, took a sip, and then handed it to Du Liuru, Du Liuru took it silently, took a sip silently, and handed it back to Leng Wuhuan, Leng Wuhuan took a sip and then handed it to Du Liuru......

He drank back and forth three times in silence, and when the wine jug returned to Leng Wuhuan again, he didn't drink it anymore, but his eyes were staring at the wine jug, and his face was full of nostalgia.

Du Liuru glanced at him and said, "This wine is really good, if I guess correctly, it should be the peony brew of the Chen family in Luoyang." Legend has it that Wu Meiniang controlled the power of the world in the Tang Dynasty, she was conceited of her beauty and talent, but she was overshadowed in front of the peony blooming one day, she was extremely jealous, and issued a holy decree to the flower fairy, strictly ordering that the peony flower was not allowed to bloom, however, the peony flower proudly refused, and still bloomed her beauty. Wu Meiniang was furious and ordered people to uproot all the peonies in Luoyang City. In order to vent her anger, she even ordered the winemaker to use peony flowers as raw materials for brewing and sell them in the vegetable market - her original intention was to trample the noble peony in the mouths of the people at the bottom. However, the ending backfired, because the market price of peony brew was deliberately suppressed to the lowest by the empress, but her taste was mild and mellow, and it was popular among the general public, and the popularity of peony flowers was unprecedentedly improved, which was unexpected by the empress. ”

Leng Wuhuan nodded and said: "I have also heard of this legend, but the so-called Sai Weng lost his horse and knew that it was not a blessing, although Wu Meiniang was slightly inferior in dealing with the peony, however, in order to fully grasp the political power, Wu Meiniang brought the cold family system to compete with the wealthy family, so as to achieve the purpose of dividing the power in the hands of the wealthy family. The common people have praised her for measures such as the construction of farmland and water conservancy, especially the peony brew, which is a good deed to the people, so she has successfully gained a high support rate, thus successfully achieving her political goals. ”

Du Liuru smiled dumbly and said, "I'm depressed, let's talk about those things that don't have a relationship with us?"

Leng Wuhuan smiled and said: "Perhaps, history should be everyone's mirror, when we come to a certain step, just when we repeat history, we can't help but pick up the mirror of history to take a look at ourselves." ”

Du Liuru smiled bitterly: "I haven't repeated the feeling of a mirror in history. Could it be that you have Brother Leng, don't you feel that I am more handsome than you, in front of me, you are under a lot of pressure, and you have Wu Meiniang's jealousy of Peony, right?"

"You?peony?" Leng Wuhuan pressed his fingers to his throat for a vomiting expression, and said lightly: "You can't even count as flowers, at best you are just a dogtail grass." ”

Du Liuru was extremely cool: "It's not so thorough to hit people." ”

The corners of Leng Wuhuan's mouth curled slightly, revealing a hint of pride, and said slowly: "If you have something that makes me jealous, the only thing is that you are better than my life." ”

Du Liuru was slightly stunned and said: "My life is good? When I was a child, because my family couldn't afford to raise me, they left me in front of the Huangshan faction, patted my buttocks, and walked away, and then spent my childhood of bullying and humiliation in Huangshan. Ten years later, a single horse broke into the rivers and lakes, and then, united with several brothers, a little bit of hard work, only then did he have a career that is not on the table today. It's a good fate, how can it come from?"

Leng Wuhuan said slowly: "At the very least, your master will not let you be wronged, at least, your master will not harm his disciples for his own selfish desires - this is also what I only learned recently!"

Du Liuru said lightly, "Huh", and said: "Back then, you were hunted down, saying that after you were rejected because you loved your junior sister, I thought that her father, who was also your head teacher, was not allowed, so you poisoned and poisoned your uncle, this incident alarmed your master, and the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall gave you a killing order, and even, your master was also angry and drew a clear line with you. Could it be that there is a secret in it?"

Leng Wuhuan looked up to the sky, smiled, and in the bitter laughter, a few bean-sized tears slid down his face.

"Draw a line?hehe......" Leng Wuhuan let out a breath, "Doesn't he draw a line, his disciple is a murderer, is he qualified to inherit the position of the head of the family?!" Du Liuru was shocked, and he also realized that there was a deep greasy hidden in it, and said: "After your master sat in the position of the head of the family, did he implement your killing order more thoroughly than before?"

Leng Wuhuan nodded and said, "It's not thorough, but even more ruthless and cruel." You have also witnessed with your own eyes that if it weren't for the help of you and a few brothers in Jianghuai, where would I still be alive? Hmph, that time, it was the old thief who gave the order himself. ”

Du Liuru couldn't help but gasp, in this era, the relationship between master and apprentice is like that of father and son, and on top of the real time ratio, the time when master and apprentice are together is often longer than that of father and son.

People are emotional animals, and the so-called long-term love is not the patent of love in many cases, but more reflected in the accumulation of time between people. This is just like the so-called biological mother of the dream classmate in the later life does not kiss the mother.

However, the intimate relationship between master and apprentice, such as Leng Wuhuan master and apprentice can go to such a cruel and ruthless point, is indeed chilling.

Leng Wuhuan stretched out his fingers to flick away the tears in the corners of his eyes, raised his head and took a big sip of wine, sneered, and said: "Hehe, Brother Du, you can never imagine that our pair of master and apprentice, whose relationship has long been wiped out, actually came together one day, do you know why?"

Du Liuru said happily: "Mo Fei, he knows that he is wrong, and wants to recover the lost feelings, well, I think it is, after all, he is a master and apprentice, like father and son, perhaps, he did use improper means for the position of the head of the family back then, but if he can lower his posture and recognize you as a disciple, it is not a good thing - in the end, it is really not such an honorable thing to let the master be exiled." ”

"Hehe," Leng Wuhuan turned his face to look at him, was silent for a while, and sighed softly: "Brother Du, do you know what the conditions he proposed to me to return to the door wall?" Du Liuru was slightly stunned: "There are conditions?

Leng Wuhuan said: "Three days ago, he personally came to Lengxiang Valley and said to me, you will definitely pass by Lengxiang Valley in a few days." ”

He suddenly shut up.

Du Liuru was stunned for a moment, and then a chill rose up in his spine.

Du Liuru has worked hard for more than 20 years, and he can control a dart game of a large scale, so he is naturally not stupid, and he can even be said to be an old Jianghu.

He finally knew that Leng Wuhuan was staring at the wine jug with extremely affectionate eyes just now, and what he was attached to was definitely not peony brewing, but their former relationship.

There is no doubt that the condition proposed by Leng Wuhuan and his master must be Du Liuru's white marble Buddha statue.

Then, if Leng Wuhuan returns to the teacher's sect and the interests alternate, their friendship boat will inevitably capsize and be submerged in the turbid waves of interests.

If it is said that being expelled from the division is a shameful thing that is despised by the rivers and lakes, then it is extremely glorious to return to the division. Its importance is definitely not under the generals who lost their armor and lost the city after summing up their experiences and learning from the pain, gathering troops and regaining the lost territory in one go!

Therefore, if Leng Wuhuan attacked him in order to return to his master, he would never find a reason to refuse to accept it.

Perhaps, the only thing that can limit the coldness is only a morality that is so weak that it is ignored.

Silent.

Silent.

The friendship that once contained deep feelings, at this moment, has fallen into the embarrassment of relative silence, and it is the moral parting of ways that occurs when the wine is happy one moment and the next moment is swallowed by interests, which is really embarrassing!

Leng Wuhuan stood up slowly, the muscles on his face twitched painfully, and finally gritted his teeth fiercely, and said, "Brother Du, I, I'm sorry for you, I agreed." ”

Du Liuru smiled, even he could feel how helpless and mocking his laughter was, and said lightly: "Brother Leng, I don't blame you, after all, this is not what you want, and you have no choice but to do it." Come to think of it, you already value our friendship very much, at least, you also let a few of us eat and drink, and didn't do it as soon as you came up, so to speak, you gave enough face, and then found such a place for my brother with elegant scenery and rare traces, and took care of my brother's face, so as not to make my brother's embarrassed appearance embarrassing in front of people. All of this shows that you at least value the friendship between us, don't you?"

Leng Wuhuan nodded, and said a little cheekily: "Exactly." If your brother hadn't taken care of all aspects for you, your brother would have been lying on his back and lying on the ground with his feet crooked. ”

"Hahaha-"

Du Liuru suddenly burst out laughing. Leng Wuhuan looked at him, and really couldn't figure out that at this time, he still had a reason to laugh.

Perhaps, he should be angry, he should have roared, he should have beaten his chest in despair and hysteria to express the remorse that he had saved the wrong person and made the wrong friend, and not so debauched laughter.

Du Liuru suddenly stopped laughing, and then asked Leng Wuhuan: "Do you know why I'm laughing?"

Leng Wuhuan said: "There are many reasons to laugh, and being happy is only one of the reasons, and more people want to release the fear in their hearts through laughter." ”

Du Liuru nodded and said: "It is said that your master is the Minshan faction, and that faction is indeed not as loud as the Huangshan faction of my master, but your talent is very good, and you are also very diligent, in our generation, the depth of your skills and the subtlety of swordsmanship can be said to stand at the peak, if you are against you, I am by no means your opponent." But even so, do I have to be afraid?"

Leng Wuhuan was surprised, and said, "Aren't you afraid?

Before Du Liuru could speak, a deep voice sounded somewhere: "Yes." ”

Leng Wuhuan almost instinctively turned his face to the left, and shouted at the same time: "Who?"

A tall man in black slowly walked out of the depths of the jungle in this direction, and as his footsteps moved slowly, a cold murderous aura slowly approached, seemingly gradually devouring every inch of air, and then, forcing all the air in the space within a radius of ten zhang connected to him to be forcibly condensed.

What kind of murderous spirit is this?

Leng Wuhuan seemed to have the feeling of falling into the midst of thousands of troops in an instant, and any resistance he made would become pale and powerless!

His instincts told him that the blood on this man's hands must be appalling!

Who is he?

Seeing this man, Du Liuru's face finally showed a smile that was both helpless but joyful, and said softly: "Dafu." ”

The person who came was the Han Dafu who was responsible for the customer Fang Bingzhen's escort in the Feiyun Dart Bureau.