At the Luoying Ferry, a one-armed man held a piano and cooked wine, and the smell of wine drifted far away.

At the ferry, there was a raft with a woman in red sitting on the raft, and a broken sword was placed beside the woman. When she was young, the woman said, "Thank you, Brother Chu, for telling me the residence of Xiaohua's parents." Little Peanut often said that the biggest regret in his life is that he did not honor his parents well, and I will fulfill this wish for him. ”

Chu Shaoying said: "This is going to the isolated island outside the clouds and the mountains are heavy and the water is restored, Cen Feng, you have to go all the way." ”

Liu Cen Feng said: "I also want to tell you that Xiaohua did not kill your parents, but arranged them to live in a bamboo fence. ”

Chu Shaoying smiled bitterly: "It turns out that we made the same choice, and we have a feeling, no wonder I heard people say 'Hua Chu Tongzong'." ”

Liu Cen Feng said: "It's time for me to go." Then he paddled the raft and drifted away with the clear stream.

Chu Shaoying stroked the piano slowly, and the sound of the piano sent Liu Cen Feng away.

Until the raft was out of sight, the sound of the piano stopped.

Chu Shaoying smiled faintly and said, "I understand, the sword language of the common people sword is 'sacrifice yourself and achieve others'." Immediately, he looked at the Son of Heaven Sword, as if he was reluctant, and said: "'Kill all the heroes', the Son of Heaven Sword, what are you?" Then, Chu Shaoying threw the Son of Heaven Sword into the air, jumped up, and kicked the Son of Heaven Sword into the water, splashing a splash. The Sword of the Son of Heaven sank to the bottom of the water.

"It's time for me to go to the bamboo fence too. ”

The bamboo fence is a hermit's retreat, Chu Shaoying came here, looked at the parents who were tasting wine in the bamboo fence courtyard, and shouted softly: "Dad, mother!"

The humanity in the small courtyard: "It's Ying'er's voice." When I turned around, it was my son.

Chu Shaoying collapsed into the small courtyard, looked at her parents who had already made a fortune, and suddenly felt the urge to cry, and said, "Yes, I'm Ying'er." ”

The parents said in unison: "We thought you wouldn't come back?"

"I won't go anywhere in the future, but I will do my filial piety. ”

"As long as you come back. ”

Toast the east wind, and calmly. Weeping Yang Zimo Luocheng East, always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the Fangcong.

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that next year's flowers will be better, and I know who to share it with.

- Song Ouyang Xiu