Back at the inn, it was nearly noon.

All kinds of people came and went in the inn, Mu Ling didn't pay much attention, she went straight to her room, anxious to tell Yu Zhensheng and Zhong Huamei about her adventures in the woods.

Mu Ling told Yu Zhensheng and Zhong Huamei about meeting a strange old man in the woods and opening up the second line of Ren Du and guiding his martial arts.

With the growth of martial arts, Mu Ling began to think about revenge, but her heart was very concerned about her infant daughter, and the matter of revenge has been put aside.

However, this still could not extinguish the flame of hatred burning in her heart, and every time she remembered that her husband, sister, and brother had been killed by the enemy, her eyes were sad and indignant, and she wanted to immediately rush to Vulture Mountain to slash the enemy.

Finally at dusk, seeing the flying flowers falling in front of the door, Mu Ling made up her mind, she hugged her infant daughter and walked into Zhong Huamei's room, just in time, Yu Zhensheng was also there.

Seeing Mu Ling coming in, Zhong Huamei hurriedly greeted her and said to her with a smile: "Ling'er, you are here, come in and sit." ”

After speaking, he was going to pull Mu Ling to sit down, Mu Ling put the sleeping child on Zhong Huamei's bed, gently covered her with a futon, pulled Zhong Huamei to the side, gritted her teeth, and whispered to her: "Aunt Zhong, Uncle Yu, Ling'er has something to ask for, and I hope the two of you must agree to me." ”

After speaking, he was about to kneel, but was stopped by Zhong Huamei, Zhong Huamei looked at Mu Ling, and said softly: "Ling'er, what are you doing here? ”

"Yes, yes, as long as we can do it, we will promise you!" As soon as he saw Mu Ling like this, knowing that she must have something important to ask for, Yu Zhensheng, who was standing on the side, said in a loud voice, with a look of concern on his face.

Mu Ling said with tears in her eyes: "Aunt Zhong, Uncle Yu, Ling'er is very grateful for your careful care of our mother and daughter, but the revenge has not been avenged, Ling'er can't eat during the day, can't sleep at night, every time I think of my husband's hatred and hatred, Ling'er has already made an oath in front of the grave of her younger brother Wuqi that she must kill the enemy. However, this journey has gone through twists and turns, but it has not been possible, and now Ling'er is fortunate to get the guidance of a master, and she can finally take revenge. It's just that there is one thing in my heart that I can't let go, that is, the baby in the swaddling clothes is still young, if no one takes care of it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to live, Ling'er wants to entrust the child to the two, and hopes that the two seniors will agree, Ling'er will go to life and death is uncertain, if he loses his surname, the great grace of the predecessors, Ling'er only repays in the next life, if he is lucky enough to survive, Ling'er will raise the child Chengren, which can be regarded as the soul in the sky to comfort the husband. ”

Mu Ling's words, word by word, inseparable from husband and hatred, flesh and blood affection, everyone who heard it was moved, Yu Zhensheng was silent, Zhong Huamei was even more tearful, she knew that Mu Ling was eager for revenge, so she no longer stopped it, her eyes were cast on the sleeping baby girl on the bed, she felt pity, hid her face and said: "Ling'er, we must do our best to explain the things you explained, but although this child has a hard life, she can't have a name, when you leave, you can give her a name." ”

Mu Ling looked back at the child, but also burst into tears, the woman's natural gentle maternal surname was revealed in her eyes, she looked up at the window, the paulownia flowers fell in the courtyard, white as snow, she muttered in her mouth: "The night falls paulownia flowers, such as the mother's relatives, white as tears, pity my child, just call her Yi Litong." ”

After listening to Mu Ling's words, Zhong Huamei's eyes condensed into the white paulownia that was spread all over the ground, and kept chanting in her mouth: "Litong, Litong, Liren's tears, pure as Tong." ”

At this time, the night has been getting deeper, the evening breeze blows a chill, although it is the early Spring Festival, the temperature difference between day and night is still very large, Mu Ling looked at Zhong Huamei standing in front of him blankly, only to see that she was also full of tears, for several days, Zhong Huamei in order to take care of the baby in the swaddling clothes, hard work, haggard face a lot, no luster of the past, even more thin and pitiful, Mu Ling thought of leaving her, his nose was sore, and the tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't stop flowing, and he reluctantly said: " Aunt Zhong, I'm leaving, I'm going to miss you. ”

Zhong Huamei saw Mu Ling crying, she was also very emotional, she stretched out her hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes for her, her eyes stayed on Mu Ling's body, and said softly: "Ling'er, you must come back safely, we are waiting for you." ”

Mu Ling cried so much that pear blossoms brought rain, Zhong Huamei was already in tears, Yu Zhensheng was silent, looking at the two of them with solemn eyes.

Mu Lingqiang held back his sorrow, approached the child who was still familiar on the bed, cut off a strand of hair, put it beside her, and kissed her gently.

Mu Ling got up suddenly, she choked back her tears, gritted her teeth, lifted her double swords, and rushed out of the door quickly, however, at the moment when she turned to leave, the child who was sleeping in her sleep let out a crisp cry as if telepathically.

Hearing the cry, Mu Ling stopped, looked back at the child on the bed again, held back the tears, and felt a heart-shattering pain in his heart.

Finally, Mu Ling turned his head and walked away quickly, disappearing into the endless night.

When Mu Ling walked out of the inn, the land was still dark, and there was no one in the four fields at this time, she could have performed light skills and gone away, but she felt confused and lost in her mind, as if there were many things to think about, but she didn't know where to start.

She walked forward, and in the dark, she secretly thought to herself: "My younger brother Wu Qi was killed by the joint efforts of all the major sects, and the Weiwu Sect was destroyed, among which the Diancang Sect was the most arrogant, I should go to the Diancang Sect first to take revenge." ”

She stroked the sword in her hand and thought, "Now I'm going to find the enemy who killed my brother, and I must kill everyone who participated in the destruction of the Weiwu Sect, and I will never forget until their blood stains my sword red." ”

Before that, she decided to go to a place first, Ling'er Jiayin Building, which was a place full of her beautiful memories, and that was also the soil in which beautiful stories sprouted and grew, although now she only had a memorial left, even if everything was shattered and turned to ashes, she still wanted to be alone to reminisce again.

As soon as he thought of this, Mu Ling galloped, flew flowers, and in an instant, he had already arrived at the downstairs of Ling'er Jiayin, stopped in front of the building, and felt a lot of emotion, and all kinds of tastes came to his heart.

A year of time, quietly passed, although the personnel has been completely changed, but the Ling'er Jiayin Building is still the original appearance, she stood downstairs for a long time, to say that happy drops like floating shadows swept through the heart, she touched the scene, gave birth to a shallow sadness, a grass and a tree, all seem to have feelings.

Sitting in the Ling'er Jiayin Building for a while, the sound of chickens crowing in the distance gradually sounded.

Mu Ling woke up from her contemplation, and at this time the sky was already light, and she tiptoed slightly, turning into a shadow, passing over the surface of the lake, a circle of ripples, rippling away.

After leaving the Ling'er Jiayin Building, I saw a small southern city in front of me, which was impressively written: Changsha Mansion.

Mu Ling thought in his heart: "This place is close to Hengyang City, it is the place where Brother Yi was born and raised, Jiang Xinmei, the current head of the Hengshan faction, has a very good relationship with Brother Yi, and is the last relative he left in the world, I am here to avenge the uncertainty of life and death, and I have not been able to be filial to her for Brother Yi, I might as well go to see her for the last time, it can be regarded as a wish for Brother Yi." ”

It was night, in the moonlight, she climbed the Yueyang Tower alone, this place is a scenic spot, for thousands of years, how many literati have repeatedly sung and sang, experienced how many dynasties have risen and fallen, and now it is still lonely standing here, between heaven and earth, people's hearts are easy to change, only this cold pavilion, after wind and rain, still has a unchanged face.

Mu Ling stared at the night view of Dongting Lake under the moonlight, it was really a distant mountain, swallowing the Yangtze River, mighty, endless, and the weather was thousands, at this time, the moon was thousands of miles, the blue waves were thousands of miles, the floating light was golden, the still shadow was sinking, it was refreshing, and even in a short moment, she forgot hatred and hatred, life and death.

Mu Ling grew up in the Western Regions since childhood, and the most contact is the mountains, the reckless peaks, stretching for thousands of miles, the clouds and fog lock the mountain road, the waterfall mountain stream is broken, and she has rarely seen the beautiful scenery under the moon by the river and lake, which is also an important reason why she will live in Ling'er Jiayin Building by the mountains and rivers, as the saying goes: "Dongting Tianxia is water, Yueyang Tianxia is upstairs." After visiting the Yueyang Tower of Dongting Lake, I realized that this statement was not false, and the beautiful scenery in front of me was as good as the rumors.

At this time, Mu Ling was like a fairy in the sky, standing at the highest point of Yueyang Tower, overlooking the thousands of blue waves on Dongting Lake, staring at the little fishing fires on the lake, and listening to the movements around him.

The night wind blew, the silver moon was like ice, Mu Ling stood between the pavilions, saw that the sky was dark, no longer stayed, and was about to step into the small city.

Suddenly, seeing a figure flying up like a night bird, Mu Ling couldn't help but be stunned, and secretly thought to himself: "This person is so good at light work, he is by no means an ordinary person, at this time, everything is quiet, people are already asleep, why are there still people walking at night in brocade clothes?"

The land of southern Hunan is beautiful with beautiful mountains and rivers, outstanding people, heroes and talents, such as carp crossing the river, and stars gather. However, it is also an eventful place, ancient and modern, how many wonderful stories are staged here, and it is not strange that there are masters here at night, but now it is close to Qingming, whether it is people in the rivers and lakes, or ordinary people, they are busy sweeping tombs at this time, and there are very few people who go in and out at night.

Seeing this figure flying into an attic, Mu Ling felt a little familiar, so his figure flashed, and he chased it out like a meteor catching the moon.

Mu Ling followed the black shadow and landed on the eaves of the attic, and the figure also stopped suddenly, and flew down into the courtyard, only to see two people coming out of the house with smiling faces and welcoming the man into the room.

Mu Ling rested on the eaves, she gently uncovered a piece of tiles, looked into the room, and couldn't help but be surprised.

It turned out that the room where the sword was not spacious was full of people, all of whom were people from the rivers and lakes carrying swords, Mu Ling was shocked in his heart, but for some reason they gathered here.

A person sitting in the hall seemed to be the host of this meeting, Mu Ling saw the person's face clearly through the gap between the tiles, that person was Li Yuanxi of the Shiyu branch of the Hengshan faction, and the one who was welcomed into the door by the two disciples just now was the Qingxu Taoist of the Wudang faction.

It turned out that Li Yuanxi was stabbed by Yi Weiyi in the woods, and was taken back to Hengshan by the disciples of the Hengshan faction, staying at home, recuperating for a month, and the injury gradually improved.

Qingxu Daoist had ill intentions, and he was very happy with Li Yuanxi's invitation, and as soon as he received Li Yuanxi's urgent letter, he brought a few disciples and hurried over.

At this time, Li Yuanxi saw that the two of them welcomed the Qingxu Daoist in, hurriedly stood up from his seat, and said with a smile: "Brother Xu, you are finally here, but the little brother is looking forward to it!"

Qingxu Daoist also stepped forward, waved his long sleeves, and grinned: "There is something delayed on the road, I hope Brother Li will not be surprised!"

Li Yuanxi waved his hand and said with a smile: "Where, where!" Brother Xu laughed, the younger brother has something to ask for, and he has to rely on his brother for revenge. ”

Qingxu Daoist shook the dust in his hand, smiled and groaned, and said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, what Brother Li entrusts, Poor Dao must do his best, Brother Li will go to Hengshan first, and I will arrive later. ”

"Hahaha!" the two looked at each other and smiled, as if there was an incomprehensible meaning.

At this time, Mu Ling was lying on top of the eaves, and through the gap between the tiles, he could see the smiles on the faces of the two of them, which was an extremely complex and weird smile, which made people shudder.

Suddenly, she remembered that when the blood was washed in the witch sect, the Qingxu Daoist was also among the murderers, and she couldn't wait to jump off the eaves immediately and kill him with a sword to vent the hatred in her heart.

However, she quickly restrained herself, she thought, Li Yuanxi is the master of the Shiyu branch of the Hengshan faction, he secretly met with the Qingxu Daoist of the Wudang faction at this time, there must be an ulterior conspiracy among them, and it must be related to the Hengshan faction, Brother Yi is a disciple of the Hengshan faction, if the Hengshan faction suffers a catastrophe, it must be what he does not want to see, why not secretly observe their every move, wait until he knows their conspiracy, break them in one fell swoop, and then it is not too late to kill the Qingxu Dao chief.

She made up her mind, forcibly suppressed the anger gushing out of her heart, and just quietly observed their movements, and did not make any moves, until the two of them dispersed, and Mu Ling quietly left from the eaves.

The night was miserable, and when he returned to his residence, before he knew it, it was almost midnight, and the wind blew late, which brought a biting chill, Mu Ling turned off the lights, and slept in bed, just waiting for the dawn. (To be continued.) )