Time flies, in the blink of an eye, winter has passed, it is the beginning of the Spring Festival, although there is still a trace of cold left in the late winter in the early spring, but the breath of spring is getting stronger and stronger, the earth is warming, the ice and snow melt, as if everything around is going to melt away.

There are always many things in life like this, and when the time comes, they will eventually disappear.

However, there will always be something carved into the bone marrow, accumulated over time, indelible.

After Mu Ling and Long Yinxiao buried Li Yanqiu, they hurried away in the twilight and left the leisurely villa alone.

Halfway through, it was already nightfall.

There are a little stars in the vast night sky, shining slightly, the huge world, under the night sky, only Mu Ling is the only one who is anxiously hurrying, how can he not teach people to be desolate?

The mountain trails, insects chirping everywhere, pine waves, were blown by the mountain wind and let out a whimper-like wail, a gust of wind blew, Mu Ling shivered coldly, and felt a little scared in his heart.

Walking alone for a while, and finally came to the bottom of the mountain, the night dew stained the clothes, the evening wind blew, Mu Ling felt a little cold, hungry and thirsty, the pain in the abdomen was uncomfortable, it seemed that the fetus was about to give birth, and her head began to be dizzy for a while, she could hardly support it anymore, after all, she was carrying too many things on her body, and life was always difficult to carry the weight forward.

After walking in the dark and struggling for a while, I suddenly looked up, and suddenly saw that there was a light in front of me, and there was a family not far ahead, which was faintly visible.

From a distance, I heard the sound of pushing the stone mill in the lighted hut, which turned out to be a soybean milk shop on the side of the mountain road, specializing in the business of pilgrims on the mountain in the early morning, grinding soybean milk at night.

Mu Ling thought of the wonderful taste of the hot soy milk sliding into his throat, his spirits were lifted, and he walked forward quickly.

The one who grinds the soy milk is a sleepy-eyed old man, with gray hair, and although his body is still very tough, he can no longer hide the traces of the years carved on him, and the cruel years have given him all the adjectives related to old age.

There is also an old woman about his age, who is helping to scoop hot water on the side, rushing hot soy milk, which is tumbling in the pot, releasing an enticing fragrance.

In order to make a living, this pair of elderly people who should have been living for a long time are still working hard, enduring the bleak evening breeze, and all they want is a little food and clothing, and many beautiful things in life are just a distant dream in their eyes.

At this time, Mu Ling's heart couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation, she quietly stepped forward, and the old man looked up and saw a beautiful young woman with fluffy hair and disheveled clothes, who suddenly appeared in front of him in the middle of the night, and exclaimed in fright.

Mu Ling hurriedly whispered: "Don't be afraid, old man, I'm not a bad person, I'm just here to ask you for a bowl of soy milk to drink." ”

Her gentle tone calmed the panic in the old man's heart, and he looked at Mu Ling suspiciously.

The old woman also staggered over, and under the flickering light, she saw Mu Ling panting, covering her abdomen, her abdomen protruding, and her face was terrifyingly pale, she seemed to understand a little in her heart, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Girl, you are about to give birth, come into the house." ”

The elderly always have a bodhisattva-like compassion, and they are willing to help all those who are in difficulty, perhaps they are playing a beautiful elegy for their dying lives.

The old woman slowly scooped up a cup of hot soy milk and handed it to Mu Ling's hand, Mu Ling took the soy milk and drank it in one go, the old woman took another bowl and handed it to her, Mu Ling drank it all in one gulp, the warm soy milk slid into her throat, and her whole heart became warm.

In this situation, how can people not be moved to tears wet their clothes!

Suddenly, Mu Ling's abdomen was in unbearable pain, she covered her stomach with her hands, the pain was terrible, the old woman saw this, and hurriedly helped her to the bed, prepared to deliver Mu Ling herself, and walked to the door and told the old man to go to the stove to boil hot water.

Mu Ling lay on the bed and kept rolling in pain, the old woman kept encouraging Mu Ling, and the two tossed in the room for a long time, while the old man paced around the door, looking very anxious.

After a while, a crisp baby's cry came from the room, and then an old voice was heard saying, "Born, born, a daughter!"

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open, and the old woman took the child in her hands, found another quilt of different colors, and wrapped the baby beside Mu Ling.

At this time, Mu Ling's body was already weak, sweat made her hair wet, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, she tried to open her eyes, looked at the baby placed beside her, and the smile that she hadn't seen for a long time climbed up to her delicate and beautiful face.

Soon, the baby lay down beside Mu Ling and fell asleep quietly, without crying or making a fuss, and Mu Ling also fell asleep quietly, without making a sound. What a warm and lovely picture!

Mu Ling lived in the home of two kind-hearted old men for seven days, and the injury on his right hand, after Li Yanqiu's treatment, gradually regained consciousness, but he couldn't use the sword yet.

And Yi Weiyi, Luo Yuemei, and Ye Yidie walked in front of the hut twice on the way to Longshan, and no one glanced inside, which is the trick of creation.

Seven days later, Mu Ling reluctantly left the two kind-hearted old men, she carried the child on her back, and when the bag was empty and there was no way to repay her, she took off the silver hairpin on her head and handed it into the hands of the old man.

Mu Ling walked while thinking about the next path she should take, she secretly thought to herself, if she wanted revenge, she first had to learn the twin swords of the dragon roar, and the premise of learning the double swords was to heal her right hand.

So, after leaving the two old men, Mu Ling went to an inn and stayed overnight.

At dawn the next day, he got up and went out of the inn, approached a pharmacy, took out a piece of paper from his clothes, handed it to the counter, and said, "Doctor, please give me three days' worth of medicine according to this prescription." ”

After speaking, he took out another ingot of silver and gently put it on the counter, the medicine shop grabbed the medicine by an old man, with white eyebrows, with a hat, it seemed that his eyes were not very good, he squinted and stared at the prescription for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence for a long time: "Girl, your prescription seems to have two flavors of medicine that are wrong, He Shou Wu and Cao Cassia have the same medicinal surname, and they cannot be used medicinally at the same time." ”

Mu Ling thought in his heart that this prescription was given by Li Yanqiu, and how could it be understood by ordinary countrymen, so he said to the doctor: "You just take the medicine according to the prescription, and you won't bother with other things." ”

Mu Ling didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to take the medicinal materials quickly, and he was a little anxious in his words, but the old man thought that Mu Ling looked down on his medical skills, and when he grabbed the medicine, according to his own ideas, he lacked a taste of medicine, and secretly removed the herb Cassia from the prepared medicinal materials.

He proudly wrapped the medicine and handed it into Mu Ling's hands, thinking that he had done a great thing, but Mu Ling didn't know that he had secretly changed the medicine, took the medicine, stuffed the prescription into his clothes, carried the medicine, and walked out of the store.

Mu Ling was walking on the street, the baby on his back suddenly cried, Mu Ling thought that the baby should be hungry, so he walked quickly to the direction of the inn, but saw six men in front of him who were rampant and domineering on the street.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Mu Ling avoided them and stood on the side of the road, but the other party seemed to have already seen him and came straight to him, and they surrounded Mu Ling.

The man in the lead glanced at Mu Ling, smiled fiercely, and said fiercely: "Sect Master Mu, I really didn't expect you to be alive, you are really supernatural, not to mention escaping death, and killing our second senior brother with a sword, today I want to see how you can save yourself and the baby on your back." ”

Hearing this, Mu Ling couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, he knew that person was Jiao Cangshi, the sharpest and most vicious minions of the Lingdao Sect.

It turned out that after Mu Ling assassinated Ning Zhiyuan with a sword in his left hand in the forest, his body was carried in front of Xue Ruchen, and the disciples of the Lingdao sect told Xue Ruchen the news that Mu Ling was still alive and the story of Ning Zhiyuan's killing, and Xue Ruchen was furious after hearing it. Ignoring Quan Zhennan's dissuasion, he ordered the disciples of the Spirit Dao Sect to inquire about Mu Ling's whereabouts, and he hated Mu Ling to the core, intending to kill him as soon as possible.

Xue Ruchen reacted so strongly, there is an unspeakable secret in this.

Since Xue Ruchen killed Yi Weiyi Liwei in front of the various martial arts factions, he teamed up with the Qingxu Dao Leader of the Wudang faction, Li Yuanxi of the Hengshan faction, and the portal disciples of the Diancang faction, Qingcheng faction, and Quanzhen faction to usurp the position of the head of the sect by extraordinary means, and at the same time stepped up the annexation of the various factions of the martial arts, and gradually all the factions of the Central Plains martial arts were attached to the Lingdao faction, and the Lingdao faction became the overlord of the martial arts.

However, there has always been one thing left unfinished in Xue Ruchen's heart, and this matter is forever engraved on his heart like a scar.

He never forgot his lover back then, although she betrayed him, but he still loved her deeply, the scene that happened before she died, after many years, still vividly remembered.

It was an autumn afternoon, and the air was filled with the desolation and desolation of the sad autumn, and the smell of death and decay occupied all the sights and ears.

In order to take revenge, Xue Ruchen practiced martial arts for several years, practiced Sanfu in summer, practiced Sanjiu in winter, forgot to sleep and eat, and finally he was able to practice Shengong and burn the dust, he insisted on competing with his master, defeated his master, and in the end, his master was also seriously injured and died.

After practicing divine skills, Xue Ruchen returned to the rivers and lakes with a body of resentment. The first thing on his mind was revenge, he wanted to kill the woman who betrayed him with his own hands, and the rival who had humiliated him.

Xue Ruchen carried a sword, inquired about the whereabouts of the two, and finally traced their residence from the mouth of an old man.

When he came to a wooden house, he heard the cries of children and the humming of adults lulling them to sleep.

Through the bead curtain, Xue Ruchen looked into the room, and there were vaguely three figures inside, a man and a woman, the woman was dressed brightly, and she was holding a child of six or seven years old.

When Xue Ruchen saw that woman, he was shocked, that face he would never forget, corresponding to the woman he once loved deeply, but now she has become someone else's wife, in his opinion, all this is because his skills are inferior to others, and his martial arts are low, he hates the woman who empathizes with him, and hates the man who snatches love with a knife.

Back then, he used his weakness to say goodbye to the happiness of others, and now he wants to use his strength to destroy the happiness of others that he can't get.

He pushed with both hands, pushed the door hard, and stepped into the house, the woman saw Xue Ruchen, first shocked, and then, burst into tears, crying bitterly, and there was endless desolation in her eyes. In Xue Ruchen's opinion, although it was just an apology, it had already made his heart twist.

But it's too late, love, like the rivers and lakes, is destined to have no turning back, it can only pass forever and gallop endlessly.

There is only one result of betrayal, and that is death, and this result seems to have been doomed the moment Xue Ruchen was defeated and forced to drink urine.

Xue Ruchen turned a blind eye, he held the sword in his hand high, he knew that he only needed to wave it lightly, and everything would be solved, and the pain that had been buried in his heart for many years could all disappear the moment he swung the sword.

However, the woman's heart-wrenching cry made him unbearable, and the sword he raised was still unable to swing it after all.

He looked at the woman crying bitterly in front of him, an inexplicable pain in his heart hit his whole body, he couldn't do it, he actually became weak and even soft-hearted when facing the person he wanted to kill for several years.

Just when he hesitated, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, as if he had been stabbed into his body by something, and when he reached out and touched it, it was actually red blood.

This is undoubtedly like a game between two people, and the price of indecision is so tragic! It may even cost lives.

He suddenly looked back, a person holding a sword, staring at himself viciously, the long sword, glowing with green light, cold light, part of the sword had pierced into his own body, the other end was pinched in the man's hand, the man who snatched love with the knife, the man who forced himself to drink urine!

Xue Ruchen's eyes were red, he let out a long roar, and with a "whoosh", he pulled out the long sword from his body, and immediately blood splattered on the spot, staining his clothes red, Xue Ruchen picked up a sword and slid through the man's throat, and the man fell down in response, and there was no longer any breath.

The woman was crying, Xue Ruchen was carrying it and seeing it approaching, the woman was still crying, Xue Ruchen glanced at the woman and asked, "Say, why did you betray me, why?"

The woman lowered her head and cried, her lips moved slightly, she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all, crying, still crying, as if she couldn't find any way to express her emotions at this time except crying.

Xue Ruchen couldn't care about the bleeding wounds on his body, gritted his teeth, and said bitterly: "You go! I won't kill you!"

Hearing this, the woman cried even more, she suddenly got up, looked at Xue Ruchen, a glimmer of light quickly flashed in her eyes, and soon became dim, she said: "There is one thing I want to tell you, he is your child!"

After speaking, her eyes searched anxiously in the room, but the child was gone, the woman shook her head with a wry smile, and said, "You must find him, please treat him well, he is your child." ”

After speaking, the body slammed into the sword in Xue Ruchen's hand, only to hear the "sizzle" of the sword piercing the body and the sound of blood gushing out, and the woman died under Xue Ruchen's knees, never saying a word again.

This is the end of all this, it's over, shouldn't this be a happy thing? But Xue Ruchen didn't feel any pleasure at all, and there was even an unspeakable desolation in his heart.

After Xue Ruchen walked out of the house, he remembered the woman's words before she died, "You must find him, please treat him well, he is your child." For more than ten years, that child has become a long-lasting heart disease in his heart, and he knows that as long as that child is not found for a day, the deeper the wound in his heart will be.

Therefore, on the one hand, he accelerated the command of the Central Plains Martial Arts, and on the other hand, he sent people around to inquire about the whereabouts of the child back then, Jiao Cang naturally knew about it, under his design, Ning Zhiyuan was actually recognized by Xue Ruchen as the child back then, so he had the idea that Xue Ruchen was eager to hunt down Mu Ling to take revenge.

Jiao Cang is move is indeed vicious, he grasped Xue Ruchen's heart, intending to make the two sides lose the battle.

As soon as he heard that his son was killed by Mu Ling, Xue Ruchen hated him to the core, and he ordered that if the disciples of the Lingdao Sect saw Mu Ling, they must punish him.

At this time, the atmosphere of the scene was extremely tense, the swords were tense, and a bloody battle was about to break out.

In the face of the menacing Lingdao disciples, Mu Ling was not in a hurry, she stabilized her mind and grasped the sword in her hand tighter.

After some treatment by Li Yanqiu, her right hand only gradually regained consciousness, and she was not completely healed, and she could only use the sword with her left hand.

Mu Ling put the medicine in his hand on the ground, drew his sword with his left hand, and with a "choking" sound, a flood of green mangs, swept by quickly, dazzling everyone, afraid of Mu Ling's swordsmanship, and for a while, none of the people around Mu Ling dared to rush forward.

The six of them held swords, surrounded Mu Ling, advanced and retreated, and the battle was silent, still not daring to attack in close quarters.

Suddenly, Jiao Cang on the side shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid, everyone is carrying a baby on her back, she is unable to move and jump, we will definitely be able to kill her if we go together." ”

Hearing Jiao Cang's words, the five people around them made swords one after another, and attacked Mu Ling, Mu Ling was afraid of hurting the sad baby, so she waved the long sword and held it across her chest to block the attack in front, she suddenly put the long sword in front of her and stabbed the two people in front.

This sword is indeed ferocious, just lightly passed, and the eyes of the two people were gouged out, with a swing, a vertical, a stab, and there seemed to be infinite changes in the seemingly ordinary moves, which could block attacks from all directions.

The two people who were stabbed in both eyes covered their faces with one hand and howled miserably, but they still danced their swords and fought to the death, but they were immediately discouraged and could no longer muster up the courage they had before.

Mu Ling withdrew his sword from the ground, still lying across his chest, watching the changes in the moves of the people around him.

Seeing that his companion was injured, the anger of the rest of the people seemed to be ignited in an instant, and four swords were drawn together, four swords surrounded by four sides, high in the east and low in the west, north and south, and encircled, such a combination is indeed wonderful, no matter what kind of master he is, it is impossible to block so many attacks from different directions, different heights, and different angles with one sword, let alone a woman with a baby on her back and an injured right hand.

Mu Ling knew that she was overwhelmed, she was thinking of a way to deal with it, however, the sword wind whistled, and the rapid Mu Ling cut through the air, where could she think deeply, four sharp swords, swooping in, stabbing the shoulder well, Shenque, Lingtai, and jade pillow everywhere.

Seeing that the sword was about to stab herself, Mu Ling was in a hurry, and thought of a way to abandon the car to protect the handsome, she went out upside down close to the ground, highlighting the encirclement, she did not hesitate to risk herself, she would rather be injured herself, but also to keep the flesh and blood on her back.

However, just as she wanted to improve her luck and fight again, she saw that the hands of the four people in front of her who were holding the long sword suddenly shrank, as if they had been hit by something, and the four sharp swords, ping pong, fell to the ground one foot away from her.

Mu Ling was stunned, and when he was thinking about the identity of the person who came, he heard a familiar voice in the air.

"Hahaha, six big men bullied a weak woman, and said that they were a decent family, they were simply a group of rabble, and they were not afraid of the laughter of martial arts people!"

Then, two figures floated in, and the two fell in front of Mu Ling, a man and a woman, the woman stepped forward to support Mu Ling, and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Miss Mu." ”

Mu Ling saw that the rescue had arrived, and a big stone in her heart finally landed, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, Aunt Zhong." ”

It turned out that the two were separated from Mu Ling because of He Zicang's pursuit, Yu Zhensheng and Zhong Huamei. For several days, the two have been looking for Mu Ling, for fear that she will encounter an accident, ashamed of Yi Weiyi's soul, the two are worried, but they dare not go far, just frequently go back and forth to several nearby towns, hoping that the sky will have eyes for them to find Mu Ling, the emperor lives up to his wishes, they saw a few people who were embarrassing a woman when they passed by the street, and the chivalrous two decided to help, but unexpectedly found that the woman had been looking for Mu Ling.

Yu Zhensheng's face was awe-inspiring, he glanced at everyone, raised the sword in his hand, and shouted: "Don't get out of here!"

Jiao Cang is hands were injured by Yu Zhensheng with stones, and the sword in his hand was also knocked to the ground, and he was shocked in his heart, knowing that the other party's martial arts were far above his own.

He secretly thought to himself in his heart: "A good man doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, this person is strong in martial arts, if he is entangled hard, he will definitely have a surname to worry about, why not disperse for the time being, go and tell Uncle Shi about this matter first, send more help, and secretly follow them, and then wipe them all out." ”

Jiao Cang led everyone, picked up the sword that fell to the ground, and fled away.

Seeing that a few people dispersed in a hurry, Yu Zhensheng turned his head and whispered to Zhong Huamei and Mu Ling, "Let's go quickly." ”

After speaking, Zhong Huamei helped Mu Ling to walk in the direction of the inn, and Yu Zhensheng followed behind.

The three of them returned to the inn, and Mu Ling told Yu Zhensheng and Zhong Huamei a series of things about the ghost axe painter Li Yanqiu and the owner of Longshan Villa, Long Yinxiao, who stabbed Ning Zhiyuan to death with a sword in his left hand in the forest, Long Yinxiao gave a sword in the snow, Li Yanqiu treated his hand injury before he died, and a pair of kind-hearted old men who grinded soy milk took in and delivered for themselves.

Mu Ling calmly recounted what had happened to her in the past few days, and suddenly she seemed to remember something, rummaging through her baggage, as if looking for something particularly important.

Seeing this, Zhong Huamei asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

Mu Ling stopped looking, turned his face, and said softly to Zhong Huamei, "I lost the medicine I bought at the pharmacy today. ”

Zhong Huamei smiled and said, "It's okay, the medicine is lost, we can buy it again, is the prescription still there?"

Listening to Zhong Huamei's words, Mu Ling subconsciously touched his clothes, took out a piece of paper from it, and said softly: "Senior Zhong, this is the prescription, let's go buy medicine tomorrow." ”

Zhong Huamei smiled, she took the prescription in Mu Ling's hand, put it into her arms, looked at Mu Ling with pity in her eyebrows and said, "You are resting in the inn, and you will leave the matter of buying medicine to me." ”

Mu Ling nodded, also smiled slightly, and said, "Then there is Senior Lao." ”

Another pleasantry and heartfelt conversation until nightfall, when the three of them finally rested. (To be continued.) )