Rumors began to spread, some said that the old owner of Chu was incarnated as a fox, some said that Chu Yuan would be punished by heaven if he offended the immortals, and some said that the Chu family had been too heavy in recent years, and the soul was wronged.

"There will be a superior man. Chu Yuan stared at a drawing left by the old owner of Chu on the desk in a deep voice - the whole picture under the black stone cliff was all in it. It turned out that the old owner of Chu had made full preparations for the family to move east. At that time, the Black Stone Cliff had already been famous for many years under the management of the Chu family.

A small sandbar, compared with a continent that extends in all directions with its back to the long river, Chu Yuan hurriedly chose the latter.

Chu Tao responded: "Father's vision is really good. Without the convenience of the Black Rock Cliff Ferry, the Chu family would not have the impact it has today. ”

"However, who would know that the future is all up to others......" Feng Ruohan sighed, "that Bilian Continent has been branded as an ominous place since then, and the disciples of the Feather Sword Sect have not been looking forward to evacuating Bilian Continent for a day. But on the day when he really planned to leave, when the ship was about to rise, there were people crying and worshipping by the long river!"

"Crying sacrifice, who can do such a bastard thing?" Xie Junhe said with wide eyes.

Feng Ruohan closed his eyes, shook his head heavily, and said, "Although it has been more than thirty years, that cry is still lingering in my ears. The old man still remembers the lyrics: The son is only passing away with the water, and the blood is empty...... The sword chased the dust...... "The old man's eyes were still closed, but two lines of long tears slowly flowed.

A cold light flashed in Chu Tao's eyes, and he looked surprised, and then, his eyes were also full of melancholy.

"What's wrong? Isn't it just a word of mourning?" Xie Junhe was puzzled.

"Later, it did become a funeral song - twelve years ago in Bilianzhou, my father passed away, I sent the funeral with the boat on the coffin, on the long river, some people lamented like this......" Chu Tao suddenly turned his face, as if the troubles of those years were pressed heavily on him again.

That year, a Taoist who was talking nonsense came to visit, and said with a smile: The Chu family's qi is about to run out, and the oil is running out. He was driven away by the people. Later, Chu Yuan Daxia confronted the shore on the boat that blocked his travel: once he entered the rivers and lakes, life and death depended on his fate. In his year, no matter where he is mourned, he will be buried in Bilian Continent. Unexpectedly, twenty years later, a proverb ......" The wind is cold and there is a choked voice.

Is it destined in the dark? Or is there already a pair of invisible hands secretly controlling this game of chess, and they are just this person's pawns?

"Destiny?" Chu Tao sighed silently, "In the next few years, the family was separated, and relatives and friends were destroyed......"

Xie Junhe squinted the corners of his mouth coldly: "It seems to be the destiny of heaven, I don't know if it's a man-made disaster!"

Chu Tao nodded: "Or did someone deliberately force the Chu family to leave Bilian Continent?"

If the wind is cold and noncommittal, how can we verify it? There are too many things in the rivers and lakes that are intricately intertwined, and there are so many things that cannot be examined, and today you are calculating others in the game, but you don't know at all that you have become a child in other people's chess games. For decades, he has seen all the prosperity and tasted the heat and cold. The ups and downs of the Chu family are all hidden in his heart, and he doesn't say anything: "However, if the young master decides to return to Bilian Continent, he has to be cautious." ”

Chu Tao replied loudly: "Can't wait any longer, sir." Jiang Shaoyun is not eliminated for a day, and Wulin is restless for a day. ”

"What's wrong with the old monster?" Xie Junhe said in surprise.

"In the month you've been recuperating from your wounds, three more rangers have died on the South Shore for some reason. Not long before their deaths, these people had talked about the intention of the heirs of the Pear Flower Sword Sect to take revenge on the martial arts in places such as wine shops, and talked about the rampant and unscrupulous white-clothed holy envoys. And they saw the man who slew them, with a white robe and a sharp sword......"