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A green lamp was lit in the room, filled with sandalwood.

There were two whispering people sitting beside the huge table, and there was a person vaguely lying on the side of the tulle curtain.

"Miraculous doctor Fu, according to what you said, the Gu on Ah Yun's body is incomprehensible?" Li Wanshu said.

The fat old man known as Fu Miracle Doctor sat wobbly on the chair, although he knew his destiny, his expression was very strange, and his big clever eyes were flicking around, looking too serious.

He was Fatty Fu, an old acquaintance that Mu Xingzhi said had been immersed in various Gu arts for many years, and it was fortunate that Luo Xingyun had been lying on the bed for a whole day before waiting for him.

"Hey, if the Gu on this young man's body has been dormant, it won't be a big problem, but he has been experiencing frequent attacks recently, which proves that he is subconsciously recalling that memory." The fat old man smacked his lips as soon as he touched his fat head. , quite like a bluffing magic stick, but the lines between the lines are clear and logical, "The human brain is an extremely fragile thing. If the person who has been infected by the Gu has disturbed the Gu insects in the body many times, this thing will struggle desperately. If this continues, his The memory will be confused, and even become a lunatic."

Li Wanshu frowned.

"Of course, most of the memories that are so powerful that Gu can be used to forget them have the same impact on him as Gu." The fat old man picked up the flagon on the table and poured a big gulp into his mouth. With a satisfied face, "Good wine, good wine! Cough cough, this...you have to think twice about whether you want to relieve the gu or not."

Li Wanshu looked back at the person hidden in the hazy veil, and said in a low voice: "That is the truth that he can't find everywhere, he will choose to untie the Gu, and he must untie it."

It's just that he didn't know what kind of truth he saw after he opened the lock that was stained with blood and sword shadows with the key he had found so hard.

The few small towns on the northwest border are not peaceful places. Although there are large troops stationed there, there are still many foreigners who try their best to sneak in and resell things. When there is a little conflict, they relentlessly make trouble It is also inevitable.

However, in recent years, this phenomenon has intensified due to some people secretly trying to provoke right and wrong. Half a month ago, I didn't know who framed the soldiers who guarded the gate, saying that these soldiers and scoundrels did not work hard and killed innocent people. What is even more ridiculous is that it is true. A group of family members of the victims, who came from nowhere, beat the drums in the Yamen every day to express their grievances. It was really lively.

Because the yamen refused to give them "justice" for a long time, this group of assholes spontaneously formed a team, picked up axes and sickles and surrounded the yamen, and several city guards were driven out of control by them The dog jumps.

However, the army stationed at the border was far away from the city and did not have the emperor's order to dispatch troops, so they had no choice but to stand still and report the matter to the emperor first.

This miasma quickly dissipated after the two ministers holding tokens in the court quietly arrived.

As soon as the armored army with real swords and guns came, those gangs that spontaneously formed like the heroes of the green forest collapsed instantly. Fan Yang caught those who took the lead in making trouble but now wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, and dragged them away without saying anything. Each suffered [-] boards before someone finally couldn't help confessing.

It was a jade shop owner who was confessed by this guy.

The potbellied jade shop owner's family background is not unreasonable. Just look at how he managed to build a big house with a view of the Jiangnan water town in the small place in the northwest where the yellow sand is everywhere. Mo Bao knew that he was not only rich, but also had a decent background.

Although all backgrounds are useless under the token of the emperor's first army, in order to catch a big fish, Fan Yang decided to observe with Zhong Yu for a few days, and this observation led to a problem.

Since the owner of the jade shop is working for Zhou Pei, there must be some people from the other side to come and join in. However, in the evening, the boss ordered a person to go out from the backyard of the house and enter the pawnshop to give a small golden Buddha to the pawnshop. up.

Don't say that the owner of the jade shop is not short of money, so if he wants to be a jade, he should be a jade, right?Fan Yang kept an eye on this matter, but he didn't expect that a person who entered the pawn shop caught his attention two days later.

It was a dark and windy night, and there were two people standing outside a house with a high-walled compound.

A plaque with the word "Chengfu" was hung on the entrance of this mansion, and several red lanterns were hung high. It was obviously a wealthy family with status.

Fan Yang: "You said that the one who sneaked into the pawn shop in casual clothes and took away the golden Buddha was the master Chengwen Yin of this Chengfu?"

Zhong Yu nodded, the eyeliner he put on followed that person all the way, there was nothing wrong with it.

In the next moment, Fan Yang swiftly climbed onto Zhong Yu's back, and wrapped his hands around his neck, seeming to be very excited: "Go Zhong Yu! Let's visit Cheng Mansion at night to see what this guy has done!"

Zhong Yu had long been used to his style, even if he was treated like a tree, he didn't complain, so he just jumped into the yard with a large sack on his back.

At this time, most of the people in Cheng's mansion had already rested, and only a few rooms were still lit with candlelight. Zhong Yu had already found out that Cheng Wenyin would be in the study at this time, so he ran over there directly. No one will notice.

Sure enough, there was still a fire in the study, and through the half-closed window, one could vaguely see a person sitting inside.

Fan took a few glances, then whispered in Zhong Yu's ear, "Let's go to the roof!"

Cheng Wenyin was reading military books in his room. If he had nothing to do at this time of the day, he would study alone in this study room. Perhaps because he had a character in his name, even if he became a general, he still couldn't do without the style of a literati.

He didn't know how long it had passed, and he looked up at the candles on the table, one-third of which had been burned.

He got up suddenly, and walked towards the wooden shelf next to the bookcase.

This shelf is full of trinkets with folklore from all over the world that he collects for nothing on weekdays, but he didn’t want to enjoy it tonight. He reached out and caressed the wooden shelf, and stopped at the one that he just got today, which seemed to be expensive. At the foot of the Golden Buddha.

This golden Buddha is exquisite in workmanship. Cheng Wenyin carefully picked up the golden Buddha after listening carefully to the movement outside the room. He didn't know what he was doing at the base. A rolled up sheet of white paper.

He put the golden Buddha back, spread out the note and carefully read the words on it. In fact, he read it several times, but walked to the table and held the paper to the dancing candlelight. .

At this time, a strange wind suddenly blew open the window beside the table, and the candles were also extinguished. The table side in the room suddenly became dark, leaving only the faintly flickering candles by the door.

A person who practiced martial arts from Chengwen and Yin poems, he has been marching for many years, so he is not afraid. He frowned and looked out the window, then closed the window, and walked directly to the candlestick at the door, but found that there was nothing in his hand.

"Huh?" Cheng Wenyin was startled, and turned to look, the piece of paper was lying quietly on the table.

He was puzzled, but he heard someone knocking lightly on the door.

"Master, what's the matter? Madam said it's time for you to rest." The maidservant's voice was at the door, perhaps because the sound of the wind blowing open the window was too loud to startle her.

"It's nothing." Cheng Wenyin hastily lit the paper on the desk, and watched the paper turn into ashes before he opened the door to rest.

After the candles in the study were blown out, two figures on the roof jumped down.

Fan Yang held the note, with an indescribable joy on his face: "Okay, General Cheng is amazing! The emperor just said that it was a headache to see the dragons of the former court's party feathers, and now he Here comes the medicine!"

"Soldiers are involved in this matter, and it may involve a lot of people. We must not act rashly." Zhong Yu did not expect to catch a big fish this time, and there was a surprise, and the paper was written on the instructions of the former government's old ministry to take action.

"If you think the emperor will say the same thing, let's send someone to watch it first." Fan Yang said, "Although we investigated for a long time before, we only knew that the man had an adopted prince who died in the battle of the Qigu clan's betrayal. However, it is hard to guarantee that the remaining people will not flock to those former ministers who are separated from the royal family by how many relatives, but now it seems that they have found the leader. "

"The emperor wants to cut off Zhou Pei's left and right arms. It's not a matter of one day. If the leader thinks about it, he may not be able to spare time to deal with it."

Zhong Yu suddenly said: "Your heart is unpredictable."

Fan Yang blinked his eyes, and smiled: "That's right, who knows the chessboard in the emperor's heart? Hey, I'm sleepy. If I stand for a while, I should sleep here with my eyes closed."

At this moment Zhong Yu turned his back to him, just blocking the moon, and his back was as straight as a stake.

"Zhong Yu? What are you doing?" Fan Yang asked.

Zhong Yu turned his head and frowned and glanced at him, before holding back a sentence after a while: "...won't you come up?"

Fan Yang's eyes lit up immediately, and he jumped up like a spirit monkey while laughing abhorrently, and before he finished laughing, he felt a pair of hands gently supporting his legs.

"Don't sleep, it's cool at night." Zhong Yu's low voice rang in his ears, it was clear and concise without any gentleness, but it made him feel warm in his heart, as if he heard the heartbeat of the owner of the words in these short four words .

Maybe people always subconsciously think of people and things that they usually forget in their sleep. After skipping countless days and nights for more than ten years, Luo Xingyun finally got his wish and dreamed about the things that he was only seven or eight years old.

"Ayun! Come to Mother quickly!" A female voice shouted anxiously, a very familiar voice in his memory.

Luo Xingyun saw clearly a figure standing not far away after dissolving in the chaos, but different from ordinary dreams, he could clearly see the beautiful face of that woman.

Behind him, apart from the non-stop chirping of insects, there were also the chaotic shouts of an unknown number of people.

"Catch her quickly! Don't let her run away with that little beast!"

"My lord said that if you are born, you must see people and if you die, you must see corpses!"

"Kill them! Take back the holy object!!"

He hurriedly ran towards his mother, the dry branches under his feet creaked, and the woman quickly carried him on her back and fled down the mountain.

Luo Xingyun hugged his mother's slender neck tightly with a pair of small arms, and beside his ears, the night wind howled wantonly like ghosts and ghosts.He turned his head and took a look, and the dark woods behind him were full of flames that were chasing them. They were scattered like a huge net that covered the sky and covered the sky, ferocious and terrifying.

He heard the beating of the heart that seemed to be about to pop out of his chest, and quickly turned his gaze back to the person who was carrying him.

"Ah Yun! Listen, no matter what happens to your mother, you have to hide the key hanging around your neck carefully! You have to recognize the faces of those who chase us, even if you throw the key in the stove and melt it. Can't give it to them!" The woman was already very tired, but she finished these words forcefully with her teeth gritted, in order for Luo Xingyun to hear clearly.

He then remembered that Ayun was his nickname, and his mother never gave him a correct name, obviously he was born and bred in the local area, but she gave him a name that sounded like someone from the Central Plains.

He never asked the reason, thinking that his mother often told him about the people and things in the Central Plains before coming here, most likely because he lived in the Central Plains for a long time and wanted to go back there again.

And in this daze, he heard the shouts behind him suddenly approaching.

"Aline Gesang! Hand over the holy object and that little animal to spare you!!"

The woman seemed to be good at martial arts, she turned around and swung a knife to block the falling iron hook, Luo Xingyun immediately saw at least a dozen people chasing up, and the flickering and beating flames illuminated the surroundings Like the day, it also illuminated their greedy and ruthless faces.

This group of beast-faced and beast-hearted guys approached them step by step, forcing the two of them to a dead end, because if they retreated, there would be darkness behind them.

The woman put him down unhurriedly, her face was slightly yellowed by the firelight, and those dark eyes that were usually gentle and different from his were full of unyielding.

She suddenly picked up Luo Xingyun, tightly protecting the child in her arms with both hands, and then jumped down without hesitation.

Fortunately, this place is not a cliff, but a very sloping hillside. They rolled all the way down and fell to the foot of the hill, and someone rushed over to save them.

That person is Wei Li, the head of Qi Yutang.

Wei Li seemed to already know who they were being hunted down by, and he never asked them. He just brought them back to the Central Plains and placed them in a hidden bamboo forest. He came over to take care of them when he had time.

Luo Xingyun often saw his mother and Wei Li sitting together and chatting, using expressions he didn't understand and saying words he couldn't understand.

A year passed peacefully like this, but his mother suddenly said that she would entrust him to Wei Li and let him learn martial arts from Wei Li.

Luo Xingyun, who originally called the man "uncle", followed him to Qi Yutang, and after seeing all the people in the hall acting like puppets, he suddenly took the initiative to call him the hall master.

He doesn't know that this is a place that eats people without spitting out their bones, and he doesn't know that the people here have long since lost their thoughts about this life. down.

It was also after self-studying martial arts that he never felt the warmth brought by the dazzling sun in his memory, and he fought with people underground with only a little bit of fire and cold stone walls every day.

People's hearts will probably gradually become numb with this hopeless day, but Luo Xingyun is between the two, because the most different thing between him and those who were born and raised underground is that he has a Dear ones, there is another thought, that when he occasionally looks back at the bloody road he has walked and feels a little overwhelmed, someone can stroke his head, look at him with a lenient smile, and say, "Don't be afraid, mother is with you." you'.

He thought it would be good to continue like this for the rest of his life, until those people found him, those twisted faces that forced him and his mother to nowhere seven years ago, and he remembered them one by one in his heart.