Spring water to the east is always ruthless

"Is this true?"

Liu Daxia, from Yongzhou to Gwangju, in the Central Plains, I don't know how many heroes have seen these two spiritual creatures, sometimes it is a green dragon, sometimes it is a white tiger, and more than ten colleagues have been killed by him. The thief surnamed Hu seems to have fallen out with the Luomon sect, and the Luomon sect is now also focusing on tracking down the Qinglong and the White Tiger ......"

At this time, a disciple from a foreign sect in front of the hall was hurrying over, as if there was something to report, Liu Zhenlu waved his hand to stop the previous person from speaking.

"Liu Daxia, I am Qi Mingyi, a disciple of the Haizhou Sect stationed on the Western Front. The disciple clenched his fists and said, "My master asked me to tell the hero, the area where Yunzhongtang is stationed in the southwest seems to be in a situation, and we haven't received any news from Yunzhongtang Senior Uncle Fu from the day before yesterday to now. We sent pigeons, but none of them came back. ”

Liu Zhenlu nodded and said, "Okay, I know." He turned to the door and shouted: "Jian Fei, you go to Qiu Yuanwai's mansion and invite me Tan Guoshui, the head of the Tongshu Gate, I have something to discuss with him, so I say that the matter is urgent." The disciple outside the door responded, and Qi Mingyi of the Haizhou faction completed the conveyance and also said goodbye and went out.

The hall fell silent.

Liu Zhenlu turned around with his hands in his hands, looked at the middle-aged man in the seat, and looked thoughtful: "Are you sure it's really him?"

"Then there is still a fake?!There are green dragons and white tigers in the world at the same time, except for this surnamed Hu, how can there be anyone else?"

"Well," Liu Zhenlu said, slowly turning his steps, "now that Qinglong is everywhere, I can't believe which one is real." Qinglong ...... White tiger...... Hmph, disappeared for two years, do you dare to come out again?"

"Yes! After two years. The skill of this dog thief seems to be even more powerful, and the spirit beast summoned is many times more powerful than before...... Liu Daxia. It may not be easy to cut him off now. ”

Liu Zhenlu nodded slightly, and his majestic face was as calm as water. Only a pair of eyes flashed, and I didn't know what I was thinking. "It seems that the rumors on the rivers and lakes are sometimes completely implausible. Earlier, I heard that the head of the Jade Maiden Peak Sui had detained his soul, and I thought it was true, it seems that we have been misled. ”

"Snort!" the man on the seat sneered, "Jade Girl Peak, haven't you heard, her disciples have all run away with Xiao Qinglong, this matter is by no means groundless, to teach such a shameless apprentice." What it is like to be a master, you can imagine. Perhaps, Jade Girl Peak has already colluded with that thief and deliberately spread false news to confuse us. ”

Liu Zhenlu shook his head and said: "You can't say that, the head of Sui has a reputation for being upright in the rivers and lakes, I don't think she will be so indistinguishable from good and evil." ”

The man snorted: "That's Liu Daxia's benevolence and don't want to think badly about people." When disasters are raging all over the place, and various sects are trying to survive, what ridiculous things can't be done? Didn't the Guangyamen in Jizhou send a faction to join the Luomen Sect? Thanks to the fact that they still enjoy a chivalrous reputation for more than 100 years! Phew! The lackey sect! It all stains my mouth when it comes to it! Yunufeng is afraid that it is about the same, maybe this Sui Zhenfeng has already planned it, and he wants to use Hu Buwei's skill to achieve some kind of scheme, and the people's hearts are ghostly. But you have to be guarded against. ”

Liu Zhenlu sighed: "If this is the case, it will be very cold." Forget about the head of Gu, let's ignore the rights and wrongs of Jade Girl Peak. Let's talk about the Holy Hand Xiaoqinglong first, I think...... It's up to you to do it yourself. I can't trust anyone else. I'll talk to the heads of the Haizhou Sect and the Dragon Claw Sect again, and ask them to send someone to assist you. After finding the message. Inform me as soon as possible, this time we will never turn the thief over, and I will see his corpse with my own eyes!"

The head of the surnamed Gu arched his hand and said: "Respectfully accept Liu Daxia's life." ”

"The blood feud of dozens of heroes in Yangcheng is in charge. ”

In the afternoon, Liu Zhenlu invited more than a dozen leaders related to the Yangcheng bloody case to discuss the matter in detail. After hearing the news and analysis of Master Gu, everyone was furious and scolded Jade Girl Peak for not distinguishing between good and evil. Liu Zhenlu appeased the crowd and asked all sects to send capable disciples to go south to Gwangju with the head of Gu to investigate the news.

The next day, a team of seven people set off from Fenzhou and went straight to Gwangju without stopping. Gu Zhangmen had four disciples who were killed in Yangcheng, and he was particularly resentful, so he couldn't wait to fly to Gwangju with his wings in his body, and after finding out the traces of Hu Buwei, he cut him with a thousand knives to vent his resentment.

Under his leadership, the group galloped through the starry night, and traveled nearly 2,000 miles in only four days to Xijing. The seven men rested a little in the city, changed horses and returned to the road, and several tall and strong horses galloped through the south gate, attracting the attention of many people. Just as the seven of them jumped over the moat pontoon, four black horses followed them out of the city, and immediately the passengers were four eagle-eyed falcons.

The two groups of people parted ways at a fork eight miles south of the city. The officials seemed to be on an important matter, and they kept kicking the spurs and urging them to go. After running through the crowded official road and turning into the wilderness, the four officials finally let down their guard and talked about the mission in a low voice. The wind was agitated, and a howling gale swept across the plains, drowning out the other sounds for a moment.

In the intermittent sound of the wind, fragments, can vaguely hear their words:

“...... Master Chen...... Anxious...... Ghosts gathered...... Torture Soldier Iron Order...... Jiangning Mansion. ”

Jiangning Mansion. The dark twilight is gathering in.

Qin Su walked briskly through the courtyard with a wooden basin full of hot water, a snow-white towel on her shoulder, and the heat in the basin was steaming, covering her delicate face in thousands of white threads. When she walked to the door of Hu Buwei's room, she heard the sound of talking from inside, and she couldn't help but be stunned, and suddenly stopped.

“...... Mr. Hu came from Fenzhou to the south thousands of miles away, and he must have something important to do......

"Yes. Hu Buwei's hoarse voice made him silent for a while, and said, "I want to go to Qianzhou to catch a criminal beast." ”

A few candles were lit in the room, and Fan Tongyou, Old Man He, Ding Hui and several others were all there, sitting in the guest seats. Qingkongzi has not been seen for many days because of the Romans, and he is not in the room at the moment.

"Mr. Hu wants to ......?"

"Tan'er is dead," Hu Buwei sighed, "I want to find a prisoner to save her." ”

There was a slight sound of water pouring outside the door. Everyone in the room only said that the servant woman was sweeping the courtyard, and they didn't notice anything different. Fan Tongyou raised his eyebrows: "How long has it been since Mrs. Zun passed away?"

"Two years, eight months, and seventeen days. ”

"I remember it so clearly...... Ding Hui and the others glanced at each other. I was deeply amazed by Hu Buwei's memory. Almost three years have passed, and he can't even remember how long his wife died. It seems that this person is either a rare infatuated man, or a person with a good memory. Fan Tongyou didn't pay attention to this, he was concerned about another thing: "No, no, it's too late." He shook his head and said, "It's been almost three years, it's too late." ”

"What...... What's too late?" Hu Buwei Huo Ran sat up and said in a trembling voice, and his face was snow-white under the candlelight.

"Four hundred years of guilt and beast Neidan can indeed reunite the soul. Restore the dead to the sun. Fan Tongyou said, "But there is a time limit, within seven days the dead will not disperse, and Dan can use this as a trust to urge people to be angry, but after seven days, the three souls and seven spirits will be annihilated one by one, and one spirit will be destroyed every seven days......"

"You mean, you can't be saved?" Hu Buwei interrupted him, a pair of hands as thin as chicken feet. Tightly clasped the quilt, no one could see that the whole bed was shaking at the moment.

"I can't save it, it's too late. ”

"Bang!" Hu Buwei fell to the sky with his eyes open. The back ridge hit the horizontal headboard barricade. There was a gurgling sound.

"Mr. Hu!" Old Man He was shocked, and he quickly left his seat and rushed forward to check. At this moment, the door suddenly slammed open. Qin Su rushed through the door with a nervous expression, the hem of her skirt and her two pairs of shoes were wet. The beautiful girl's face was filled with sadness and panic. I couldn't see anything else in my eyes, so I ran straight to the bed. "Brother Hu. What's wrong with you?"

Among the people who pinched Hu Buwei, Old Man He and Luan Junfang each pinched Hu Buwei's two hands to convey aura. After a while, Hu Buwei woke up with a scream, "Xuan'er-!"

It was like a human being, and the faces of several people surrounded him like floating smoke, some with concern, some with sympathy...... They seemed to be talking, but those voices were as far away as the sound of a wave thousands of miles away, Hu Buwei didn't want this, he didn't want to see this, he just wanted his wife, he only wanted his beloved wife.

"Xuan'er—!" he shouted. His chest was about to burst, and there was a violent sourness in it, like thousands of knives and scissors, slicing at his viscera, which seemed to be condensed by his wife's name, and he had to spit it out word by word to relieve the weight of the boulder. "Xuan'er-!" The blood was very fishy, his throat was choked, and Hu Buwei only felt that his chest suddenly jumped, and a hot object spurted out of his mouth, and darkness enveloped him.

When I woke up again, it was late at night.

The first thing that caught my eye was Qin Su's crying red eyes, and his originally snow-white and pretty face was almost bloodless at this time. Old Man He and the others were there, and when they saw him open his eyes, they hurriedly pushed over seventy-two needles of Lu Pu to check his pulse.

On the snow-white tent roof, a large scarlet trail. Hu Buwei is confused, as if he can see everything, and as if he can't see anything.

His wife will never be seen again, what is the interest of his life? Hu Buwei suddenly felt indescribable tiredness, and just wanted to close his eyes and sleep forever. What awaits him is such an unacceptable fact, what is he going to do when he comes back? It is better to be ignorant and unconscious, and to go on like that, at least, he will not have grief at that time.

"Daddy. Xiao Hu Tan's low cry was next to the bed, and I don't know who called him over.

Son, he also has a son, and his son's name is Hu Tan.

The feeling of desolation pierced like a long, sharp needle into the heart that had become like stone and wood. Where he died, he suddenly felt pain. Hu Buwei suddenly laughed, laughed non-stop, his breath gradually became insufficient, he began to cough, but he was still laughing, tears did not know when they suddenly poured out, constantly rolling down from his cheeks, wetting the pillow, dripping into his mouth, salty taste, very like blood.

It's actually a dream. Yes, it's just a nightmare, where are there any ghosts in the world, where are there any monsters, he hasn't encountered them in the past few decades, why did he suddenly encounter them? What monster girl, what Luomon sect, what Qinglongshi, he must be too tired, he is so heavy in a dream, even these details can be made up.

He was just an ordinary farmer, who had read a few books and occasionally deceived people, which was not a great evil. Why did he suffer such an ordeal? It is so unreasonable that his family is ruined and he has been uprooted from his hometown. Skynet is magnificent, negligent but not leaky, and the way of heaven has always been the most just, isn't it?

How could an ordinary farmer encounter such a terrible and shocking incident? Moreover, a series of calamities have arisen one after another, is this just a calamity? Disasters are pouring in piles, and they cannot be parried, for what? Fake, it must be fake! This must be a dream. As long as he wakes up from this dream, his Xuan'er will come back, and he will help Xuan'er draw his eyebrows as he had done many days before, and the two of them will sit in the yard and watch the magpie jump on the roses and chirp the good news.

Nail. The spirit dragon shook the nail. Hu Buwei was suffocated by this sudden name.

His ordeal is not difficult to explain. Because he got a nail, and someone tried to snatch it from him. So from the night of Chinese New Year's Eve three years ago, his bad luck began. Could it be that the root of all his sufferings is this nail? Hu Buwei suddenly remembered Liuyun's warning: "This evil nail is a fierce magic weapon, although it has the power to defeat demons and eliminate demons, but the killing breath is too heavy, if you are not careful with it, there will be disaster!"

If nails are the root cause of his reckless suffering, then where does the suffering of thousands of people in the world come from?

Hu Buwei fell asleep.

For four days, he did not drink, eat, or speak. Every day, I just looked at the top of the tent, thinking about my wife, thinking about the past, and thinking about why I had come to this cruel situation. He was vaguely aware that his fate was not unprovoked, not unpredictable. Everything he has experienced is actually traceable, but he still can't distinguish the hand hidden behind his fate.

This day is the ninth day of the eighth month, and there are nine days left before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Qin Su brought porridge to feed him, but as usual, he still couldn't respond, and walked out of the door in tears. In the afternoon, Ding Hui and Luan Junfang arrived again, and they brought Xiao Hu Tan.

"Mr. Hu, you have a deep relationship with Mrs. Zun, we all know it. Under the Nine Springs of Honorable Lady Yongjue, this is indeed a very unfortunate thing. ”

Hu Buwei didn't have a trace of expression on his face at first, but when he heard the six words "Under the Nine Springs of Yongjue", he couldn't help but calm down, turned his face to the bed, and cried in a low voice.

"However, the deceased is gone, even if he is grieving, how can he sink into the past and look away from the future? Don't you think about Hu Gongzi?"

"He's so young, you're his father, what should he do if something happens to you?"

"Daddy. Hu Tan shouted lowly.

Hu Buwei felt a pain in his heart, picked up the silk surface of the quilt, stroked his face indiscriminately, and wiped all the tears away. Slowly turned around to look at Hu Tan. In an instant, he suddenly realized that his son had so much melancholy hidden in his eyes, and Hu Tan was looking at his eyes like a frightened fawn, frightened, frightened, and guarded. Hu Tan seemed to understand his father's pain, and there seemed to be sympathy in his black pupils.

The face of the doll is very similar to that of his mother. Hu Buwei almost shed tears again. Xuan'er is gone, but she still has a child, which is her own child whom she loves but has never seen once. If Hu Buwei made something wrong and harmed Xiao Hu Tan, what kind of pain would Xuan'er have?

Hu Buwei's chest was filled with complex emotions. He said to Hu Tan in a hoarse voice, "Come, come to Daddy." Hu Tan did not hesitate, walked to the bedside, buried his head under his arm, and said, "Daddy, don't cry, Tan'er is afraid." ”

Two more days passed. It seems that the calm in Hejiazhuang has returned to its former days.