The day when the beacon fire of the Black Stone Cliff is extinguished is the sacrifice of Zhongyuan, the underworld is opened, and the soul returns. Every household burns incense and candles to worship their ancestors. On the long river, white paper boats are dotted with stars, chasing the wind and waves.

I can't sleep all night with the lights on.

A patch of vegetarian under the black rock cliff. From the depths of the alleys, to the ordinary people with white walls and tiles, to the Chu family. Too many people are gone before they have time to greet them, and too many things have dissipated before they have time to reminisce, leaving the sadness all over the ground.

When Li Zhaolin finally appeared at the foot of the Chu family, he saw that everyone had changed into plain clothes. At first, I thought it was because of Chu Tao, but later I learned that the mourning hall was set up to pay tribute to Feng Ruohan.

Wang Hong, who was in plain clothes, deliberately went out to greet him. The four looked at each other, and they were stunned. Wang Hong knew that there was only one reason why he was reluctant to enter the door: he was the last one who saw Chu Tao, and he was the one who accompanied the entire trip to the Black Stone Cliff, and all the unfinished instructions should only be known to him. Something terrible must have happened. So he's going to pull Terra in the door anyway.

Wang Hong pulled him over, saluted the spirit seat of the wind and cold, greeted Liu Siren, who was haggard on the side, walked past the weeping and lamenting swordsmen, and pulled him to the back room, all the way to Chu Tao's study. In the study, when the lamp was lit, you could see the idle dragon sword, and the letters on the table that no one had touched again, the golden seal of the master, the purple jade order, the piano in the corner of the house, and the faint incense in the room—everything seemed as if he was still in this room.

"Everyone is waiting for news from him, Dr. Li!"

Li Zhaolin is all Wang Hong's expectations, but how can he give Wang Hong this explanation? As a descendant of the medical saint, he is so close to him, but he is conspired against by others, seeing that he is highly poisonous, he is allowed to fend for himself on the black stone cliff alone, and escorts the murderer all the way out of danger? What is the difference between him and the murderer? But what is the use of hiding!

Wang Hong told him about the blood book and also told the rumors on the street. So Li Zhaolin finally told the truth, including Leng Fengyi, and the poison. Then the two were relatively silent.

For a long time, Wang Hong endured tears for many days.

Li Zhaolin's eyes were also red, and the regret of several days condensed into an apology.

But even if you say sorry, nothing will change.

"This blood book may just be to spread suspicions, stabilize Jiang Shaoyun, and also stabilize the hearts of the rangers. So he deliberately hid...... Now that the strong enemy has retreated, if he is still alive, he will definitely show up......" Zhao Lin speculated on the best possibility, but he couldn't convince himself, "But—Uncle Wang, I have studied medicine for twenty years, and I have never seen Xinmai survive for so many days in the wilderness with his body after being severely injured by severe poison. ”

"I also have a little bit of luck, but even if he only has one breath left, he won't allow Senior Feng to fight for him......" Wang Hong couldn't reason. He looked at the direction of the mourning hall from afar, where only the elderly Liu Siren was guarding the spirit of Feng Ruohan and welcoming the condolences of various martial arts people. Chu Tao is not there in the big scene, and the good deeds behind him have already arranged various versions of the story.

"What if he doesn't come back if he doesn't come back?" Li Zhaolin asked him.

But even Wang Hong doesn't know where to go. Because Chu Tao had never been so in such a hurry that he didn't even have a word of explanation, and threw down the entire Feather Chasing Sword Sect. As the leader of the South Bank Alliance, he has not seen anyone for many days, and his old opponent Jiang Ye has long been unable to sit still, and he sends people to ask for news every day.

At the bottom of the stairs, the plain Wei Lan and Shi Yu suddenly appeared one after the other. Nothing can hide their beauty. Shi Yu still wore makeup that was still half-covering her face with a pipa, and said calmly: "Master Chu is just looking for a secluded place to recuperate, Uncle Wang, you told everyone in person." Jiang Ye sent someone to ask, and I answered the same. He asked Master Chu to give him time, and I scolded him back. Obviously, they must have heard a little bit of what they had just said.

"Young lady, when was you injured?" Zhao Lin bowed to Wei Lan in greeting.

"Fang Xi. The name mentioned by Wang Hong made Zhaolin shake fiercely. But I don't know who cut off the back of Fang Xi's neck with a sword, using the young master's sword. Only then did he save the young lady. Li Zhaolin's face was unobtrusively gloomy.

Vilan's forehead was still wrapped in a white veil. The melancholy in the half-drooping eyebrows is still the same, gentle and simple. "It's okay, thank you, Dr. Li. She raised her eyes to look at his piano and sword, and then turned to Wang Hong: "Uncle Wang, he should have come back last night...... You say that I am a dreamer or an idiot, but I think he must still be there. And, only within easy reach. Wang Hong had already shown her the blood book left by Chu Tao, but she didn't believe it anyway. "You say, could it be because Jiang Shaoyun's henchmen have not been eliminated, and it is inconvenient for him to show up?"

This assumption is not absurd at all. Wang Hong was surprised, what made this woman who didn't know anything about the rivers and lakes be able to have such thoughts. Even Li Zhaolin, who talked a lot, didn't dare to refute a word.

"Young lady, the Shi family's carriage and horses have been waiting at the post station for many days. Wang Hong had no choice but to change the subject.

Wei Lan's face instantly became gloomy: "I'm not going back." ”

"But the young lady ......," Wang Hong wanted to say, the Feather Chasing Sword Sect could not protect itself, and who could take care of her? Wang Hong really couldn't bear to let her be wronged again...... After all, this was the entrustment given to him by Chu Tao, and it was also the responsibility he had to bear after he angered Chu Tao back then.

It's just that Wei Lan, who has always been gentle, is not so submissive at the moment. She said stubbornly: "Uncle Wang, please tell my father that the Feather Sword Sect is in one day, he is in one day, and I will wait for one day." They don't have to worry about me, and you don't have to worry about it—you don't have to worry about it when you go back. But that's not what I wanted. Since I am married to the Chu family, I will stay with him for the rest of my life. I can't starve myself, and I will teach Yunyi well. I won't make myself unkempt until he returns. ”

Touched by the temper of the Chu family, is everyone so stubborn? Zhao Lin sighed silently.

Shiyu also said: "I am already familiar with the business of the dart game, so Uncle Wang can rest assured." It's business as usual. ”

"How can I rest assured?"

"There are so many dart masters in the Feather Sword Sect, are you still afraid that I will be allowed to sleep in the open air?" Behind the veil, Shi Yu's eyes showed a smart smile. "It's you, you don't have to accompany Master Chu around, isn't the matter of the medical hall still open? When Master Chu comes back, I will return the dart bureau to him and consult with you. ”

"Speaking of the infirmary - I really forgot about it without mentioning it. Wang Hong slapped his head and suddenly turned around and entered the house. He fumbled around Chu Tao's bookshelf for a while, and finally found a thin letterhead, came out and handed it to Shi Yu, "Inside is a house deed, signed with your name and stamped with the red seal of the Zhuyu Sword Sect." It was a shop near the Ning Xiang Pavilion, and the market entrance was excellent. Three into the house with the backyard, quiet and exquisite. It turned out to be a pharmacy, and the owner returned to his hometown and returned to the field, and the business was idle. A few months ago, the young master specially received it at a high price from friends in the rivers and lakes, and he said that Shiyu must like it. You can't let a married girl take care of his business all day long. In the future, if you have the heart to open a medical center, it should be big enough. After the matter of the white-clothed holy envoy, I will give her this surprise. ”

Crackling, huge tears dripped on the letterhead, Shiyu held the thin piece of paper in his hand, and suddenly choked. Zhao Lin gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and the two hugged each other and cried.

Wei Lan was also in tears, but she tried to pull the curvature of the corners of her mouth and silently walked towards Zhilan Garden. A garden of incense trails, for whom is it opened now?

A few days later, the wind was cold.

The death knell resounded through the foothills. Paper money is like snow, flying all over the sky. A grand memorial service is lined up on the top of the black stone cliff. There were no gongs and drums to open the way, and there was no overly ornate guard of honor, only the sound of the piano like flowing water sent all the way - the send-off procession passed through the town from the gate of the Chu family manor to the top of the stone cliff. On both sides of the road, there are countless witnesses, crowding the long street. They paid their respects to their heroes. Liu Siren supported the coffin, Wang Hong and others sent each other off, and the heads of various sects on the south bank marched in line at the end. The swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect carried the old man's coffin to the top of the mountain with the strength of their shoulders and hands. The ranger of Yishan sang angrily and bid farewell to this senior. The sound of grief was loud and restrained, but there was no self-mourning.

Buried in the ground, covered with soil, without crying, Liu Siren silently put Feng Ruohan's most beloved piano into the piano box and buried it together. A stone tablet is firmly erected, in addition to the name on the front, the back is engraved with four big characters: sword gall and qin heart.

The smoke of the white-clothed holy envoy has passed, but the devastation left behind can only be slowly smoothed out by time.

Chu Tao is still not there.

Whispers buzzed.

Until Wang Hong stood up and showed the seal of the leader of the alliance on the south bank in front of everyone: "The young master has a word first, fight with the white-clothed holy envoy, and if you win, you will retire, and if you lose, you will die." The Feather Sword Sect will never be greedy for power. Now that it has happened, the name of the leader of the South Shore Alliance should also be entrusted to others. ”

"How did this happen? Where is the head of Chu?"

Liu Siren explained: "As the head of the family, I have been working hard for several years, so that the sword I received when I met Jiang Shaoyun on a narrow road has been difficult to heal for a long time. Lao Feng and I persuaded him several times to stop and recuperate, but the burden was on his body, and the heroes did not allow him to retreat. Now that the dust has settled, it's time for him to recuperate. ”

The hanging seal became a huge joke, satirizing everyone.

The position of the leader of the South Bank Alliance is still not accepted by anyone. Some people pushed it to Jiang Ye, and some people pushed it to Wang Hong. But Wang Hongxin was not here, he just wanted to guard the Feather Sword Sect until one day Chu Tao returned and returned to the Chu family. He caressed the young Yun Yi beside him, and then looked at Wei Lan in plain clothes, knowing that for the Feather Sword Sect, taking the initiative to leave the core whirlpool of the rivers and lakes was the best way to protect himself.

Jiang Ye reluctantly took the seal, although he got his wish, but he couldn't taste joy at all. All he was left with was the scattered backs of the rangers.

Everyone gradually understood in their hearts that maybe the shadow of the pigeon would not be seen in the Black Rock Cliff for a long time.