Chapter 56: Just Say Goodbye to a New Friend, Meet a Dead Person

The spring breeze is clear, the spring moon is bright, and there are bursts of light floral fragrance in the air from time to time, Dugu Ao and others are sitting in a small country shop, and the green fields outside extend to the end of the vision. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The little monk, oh no, it should be called "Wang Chongyang" now to take Han Qi's hand, go down to the bottom of Shaomu Mountain with them, and walk in the opposite direction to Dugu Ao.

"Wang Chongyang, aren't you going with us?" Han Qi said with a smile.

"Sister Fairy, I know that the big brother is an invincible hero in the world, with the big brother, I will never be famous, I want to go to a place where there is no big brother, only then can I make a difference and become famous in the world. Looking at the seriousness of a pedantic study on his face, Dugu Ao understood that he had made up his mind, and people with ambition will always be once they make up their minds, even if they are enemies in the world, they will not change.

"Young man, I have nothing to give you, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, how precious you are. Dugu Ao patted Wang Chongyang's shoulder and said.

Wang Chongyang nodded solemnly, then looked up at Han Qi, paused, seemed to be a little shy, pondered for a while, and said, "I want something for the fairy sister." ”

"Anything, as long as my sister has it, my sister will give it to you. Han Qi said with a smile.

"I, I think, I want a fairy sister's hair, not more, one is enough. "Wang Chongyang is like a little girl who makes important decisions.

"Hahahaha, I thought you wanted something, isn't it just hair, sister will give it to you. Han Qi separated from her flowing clouds, waterfall-like hair, the thickness of which was as precise as the insistence of the heavens.

Dugu arrogantly swung his long sword and cut off his hair. Wang Chongyang held the strand of hair in both hands, with a serious and pious expression, like a filial son holding his father's ashes. He took out an iron box from his bosom and carefully lowered his hair inside.

Han Qi took out a handful of gold leaves and handed them to Wang Chongyang, but he refused: "Sister Immortal, I don't want to go with you, I just want to do something with my own strength." ”

Wang Chongyang and Dugu Ao, Han Qi and Hai Gongzi hugged each other respectively, and said goodbye to each other. When Han Qi hugged him, he took the opportunity to put a handful of gold leaves into his baggage.

The three of them rode on horses, standing on the avenue at dusk, and their shadows were stretched long by the setting sun. Disappearing into the deep twilight in the distance was Wang Chongyang's back. Han Qi shouted at him, tears had already swept away from his eyes, and he never looked back.

The unique weak evening breeze of April dusk surges, and the jasper-like willows on the roadside move, seeing this scene, Dugu Proud can't help but say: "Today's people are gone, and the willows are still there." ”

Although the sake is made by the store itself, the taste is very light, but the interest of the drinkers is very high, and the light wine will become a good wine.

Da Da Dugu Ao didn't look at those people, it was nothing more than some fellow people who came to participate in this martial arts conference, and they would have some stories of swords and swords.

Embroidered with the sun on top of the last quarter of the moon, the style is like an ancient weapon pattern of the flag, telling Dugu Ao that the person who came was a person from Mingjiao.

"Boss, good wine is good, the uncles have been hungry for a day. A silver ingot fell into the hands of the shopkeeper in a graceful arc. Seeing the white flowers and heavy silver, the shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up.

"A few masters sit down for a while, and good wine and meat will come immediately. His voice almost lifted the roof.

There were too many people coming, and the small shop seemed to be unable to accommodate it, and when I saw two people sitting like Xiucai and a girl occupying the largest table, a man who saw his strong body and knew that he had a brave personality said: "Hey, the two Xiucai in front, hurry up and take your little daughter-in-law and make room for the masters." ”

"Two masters, this girl, these people are not easy to mess with at first glance, I think you better hurry up. The experienced shopkeeper said.

"Shopkeeper, when will I be missing your silver?" asked Hai Gongzi.

"The two young masters are generous, and I don't miss my silver. The shopkeeper replied.

"Then why did you drive us away. ”

"This, this, this ..........". The shopkeeper couldn't answer for a while. "Because the masters want you to go. The sturdy man shouted and walked towards them.

The Yan Ling knife flashed, and a table next to it had turned into a pile of waste wood. Before seeing the man stab again, he had already knelt down, and the others were puzzled for a while, and then looked at the sign in Han Qi's hand, and the sound of kneeling sounded---------- the sign in the little woman's hand was the "Bright Holy Order" of their Ming Sect.

Seeing the holy order is like seeing the holy master, and seeing the order not kneeling is like rebellion.

"How can this little woman have the Holy Order of Light that I teach, who is she? "There are many members of the Ming Sect, but Han Qi has been raised in the deep boudoir since he was a child, so he is unknown.

The sound of footsteps came, judging from the sound, the person who came was restrained and profound, and he was by no means a fan fan. Mingjiao has such a skill, it must be those old friends who have had a relationship with him, Dugu Ao looked back, is it not Han Ju's right-hand man Mingjiao Guangming Right Envoy Xiang Yannan, the first champion appointed by the emperor of the Jinluan Palace in the past.

Han Qi saw that it was Uncle Xiang who he missed the most, and hurriedly ran over, intending to hug him deeply. The little daughter who wanders the rivers and lakes not only needs the protection of her sweetheart, but also needs the pity of her mother's family. Han Qi remembered all the benefits of Xiang Yannan when she was on the top of the light, taught her to write, taught her to recite poems, and kept all kinds of lovely secrets of her daughter's family for her. When she came every spring, she always pestered Yannan to paste kites for her, and the kites always flew high and high.

It's a pity, it's a pity that those beautiful kites can only fly in the dreams of childhood.

Spring light is there every year, and people are different every year.

Xiang Yannan saw that Han Qi was holding the Bright Holy Order in his hand, and knelt down to her like a faithful slave seeing his master. An inexplicable force restrained his throat, "How is my brother? Are those people in Mingjiao healthy? Is the peach tree in the top of the light blooming? These words were all swallowed hard, and the full teardrops snatched away and scattered in the spring breeze.

With a "Xiang Uncle" Han Qi couldn't stop crying, waved the Bright Holy Order in his hand and threw it into the pond outside the shop. Those Mingjiao disciples panicked, this is a holy order of light, just throw it away?

"Hurry up and pick up the Holy Order. The little cultists were in a mess and rushed out the door in a panic, and the shop shook. Xiang Yannan was still kneeling, and although Han Qi tried his best, he still couldn't pull him. Dugu Ao gave a look, how could the brilliant Han Qi not understand what he meant, but Han Qi just didn't want to, and used the way of giving orders to let Uncle Xiang get up.

With tears in her eyes, the stalemate lasted for a long time, and Han Qi felt as if thousands of years had passed, and she had forgotten the past for so long. "Right Messenger of Light, get up. Han Qi only felt that the voice was terrifyingly loud.

She felt that the rightward envoy in front of her was just the shadow of her uncle Xiang when she was a child, and she and the uncle Xiang back then, I don't know when they had said goodbye forever.

Dugu Ao also discovered for the first time that the tears of the woman he thought were the most amazing woman in the world were sometimes as pale as rain, as pale as rain, and nothing could be changed.

The four of them sat at the same table, although it was light wine, but just three glasses of stomach, Xiang Yannan was already slightly smoked, the wine was not drunk, everyone was drunk, Dugu was arrogant and had no malice towards him, on the contrary, he had a good impression. When I saw him half a year ago, he was still a middle-aged man who was in the prime of life and gave people a sense of strength, only half a year later, when I met again, this former spring equinox was proud, and he had read all the Bianliang flowers, and his temples were white. It was the twilight of spring that was exciting, but his eyes were full of gloom.

What has he experienced in the past six months?

After chatting for a long time, Xiang Yannan finally told the three of them about the crazy night that Zhao Liang said on the night of the New Year, where evil and goodness were intertwined, compassion and slaughter danced together.