storyteller

Qiu Lingfu didn't drink.But he only held the wine, and there was a feeling of drunkenness in his bones.He pulled a piece of grass from the side of the road and chewed it in his mouth. It was sweet.His expression is serene, his light-colored hair and skin seem to be shining, and his whole figure seems to be melting in the sunlight.

He didn't take a few steps in such sunlight, a bunch of eyes were on him, and he looked back lazily.

He wasn't surprised by taking the gaze, he specially came to find this person, because this was the last thing he would do before he was determined to forget Ah Po.

He said to the man: "Wu Weidao."

He didn't call this person a senior, he just called him by his first name, but there was no provocation in his eyes.He seems to believe that he is a different person, and he no longer wants to make those unnecessary movements and expressions.

That Wu Weidao was well dressed and covered with a thick curtain, but just after he came out of the Zixiang Tower, he bumped into this person, and this person saw his face.

Naturally, Wu Weidao would not believe that it was a coincidence.

He looked at Qiu Lingfu warily with his eyes: "You..."

"A Po is the young master of the Bai family, and he is seeking revenge."

Qiu Lingfu got straight to the point and didn't say a single extra word, but he immediately felt the stagnation of Wu Weidao's aura under the veil.

Qiu Lingfu grinned: "I just came to remind you that he kept you alone, of course not to make you feel better."

Wu Weidao froze in place, his old bones seemed to be nailed to the land of the Purple Region.And what he was facing was not a young man, nor was he facing a revealing word, but a black and silent snow mountain, which made people feel infinitely oppressed and fearful.

Qiu Lingfu left after finishing what he had to say.He knew in his heart that this person would not live very comfortably from now on.Because he is a storyteller, he knows that some people's names are like a sword, which will hang over the heads of others forever.

It's not bad to let people remember the name Ah Po in this way.

Not far away is the Zixiang Tower, which is declining day by day. At a glance, it is dim.

Since Ding She's death, Xiangshui Palace has completely broken away from the status of Jianghu, and now it is only engaged in business.But her career in business is not satisfactory, Miss Ding Xiang is only struggling to support the revitalization of Xiangshui Palace.

And Wu Weidao, who needs to avoid people's eyes, likes to live in such a clean inn.

Qiu Lingfu was holding the wine, his eyes should have been looking into the distance, and he was no longer distracted by the strange scenery.But when he passed by the deserted door of Zixiang Building, there seemed to be an invisible thread pulling his spine and eyes.

He made a strange mistake and glanced into the deserted darkness.

This was the most regrettable and luckiest look in his life.

In his long days to come, he will be sadder and happier than ever.He will wear shackles, tortured for life by selfish desires and greedy for life.

And many years later, before he was about to die, Qiu Lingfu recalled the past, maybe when he saw this, he had already foreseen all this in the future.

Qiu Lingfu seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, and he walked towards the deserted door with a ghostly and hollow look.All the voices in this purple area were far away from him. As he approached the door, he could only hear his heart, which was drunk in the sun, start to revive.

He seemed to have known for a long time that there should be a person sitting there, and where that person was.He saw the man in purple in the corner for the first time.

Purple is the color of the purple domain, the color of poison-drugs, and the most intense color in the vast rivers, lakes and seas.

Even so, the man sat there without being ostentatious.Nothing is ostentatious in the Purple Domain.

There were only a few people in the inn, but most of them were doing things numbly in this bleak restaurant.Only the man in purple was drinking tea almost enjoying himself, as if the Zixiang Building was still as prosperous as it used to be.

Qiu Lingfu approached him, and sat on the bench in front of him without waiting for his invitation.His unauthorized sitting was not provocative, in fact, he didn't have the slightest bit of hostility, on the contrary, he seemed to be pressed up with his arms clamped.

Qiu Lingfu raised his eyes and looked directly at the person in front of him.

The man in purple put down his teacup, revealing a familiar but mediocre face and a pair of strange and indifferent eyes.

Qiu Lingfu's pupils suddenly shrank.

But he clenched his fists again for an instant, it was the first time he could hold his breath so calmly, he endured it, and only whispered: "It's you."

The man shook his head: "It's not me either."

He said it strangely, and then pointed to his own face: "This face is fake, but it is true that I used this face to make friends with Xiao Shi. I also used other faces to meet Young Master Qiu in that cave We stayed together. But Young Master Qiu doesn't remember."

He was the one who harmed Xiaoshi, and he was the one who harmed himself.He is Duan Jingzhe's running dog, the murderer who wants to kill Ah Po!

There is a table and a cup of tea between him and this person.

But at this time Qiu Lingfu didn't put his hand on the sword, and those turbulent emotions seemed easier to bear than imagined.He just stared at him, and said softly: "Working for a dead man? Could it be that you have also been poisoned by some kind of poison?"

The man shook his head: "He is a smart man, the affairs after death cannot be entrusted to the enemy, but only to those who have common interests."

Qiu Lingfu knew very well why he was sitting here, and asked himself what to get what he wanted: "So?"

The man saw that Qiu Lingfu was a smart person, so he didn't say much: "Everyone wants to get some benefits from that secret, and I happen to think that secret can help me find the person I need to find."

He took out a letter from his sleeve, and pushed it to Qiu Lingfu from the table: "I just took advantage of the smart man's plan."

Qiu Lingfu didn't look at the envelope: "What do you want me to do?"

Although he blurted out the words, he seemed to have already figured it out in his heart.

The man in purple said: "It's a boring thing."

Qiu Lingfu lowered his eyes again: "Who are you waiting for?"

The man said again: "A boring person."

Qiu Lingfu pondered for a moment, then said: "I'll help you find someone, you just tell me..."

"Guess how many years I've been looking for it?" The man interrupted him, showing a cold expression, "If I say it, I'm afraid it will scare Young Master Qiu to death."

It seemed he had to let himself do that.

When the man said that, there was a suppressed dark fire, the fire was like a hot and fading sunset in the sky, rolling through his heart day by day, burning millions of times.Most people can't see fire from him, they can only see the night, but the night is created by fire.

In contrast, whether it's Duan Jingzhe's madness or Qiu Lingfu's anger, they are as sharp and impermanent as a child.His dark fire is more eternal, and it seems more peaceful and traceless.

Qiu Lingfu was suddenly a little afraid of him, but at this moment he was more afraid of himself.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the letter, stretched out his hand again, held the letter in his hand and looked at it.It seemed that he didn't need to open the envelope, he could see what was inside just by looking at it like this.

This is the secret that Xu Bichuan kept silent, the story of Qiu Xinsu's secretiveness, and the fate that Xu Yu used to protect with his death.This is the fate of the rivers and lakes, the fate of the court, and the fate of the world.

They all know that anyone who possesses this secret will suffer a terrible death.So none of them revealed it to him, and Qiu Lingfu had no real intention to know.

But what's funny is that this secret that everyone desires is sent to the person who least desires it, so that his life and this secret become one.

Qiu Lingfu tore open the envelope, and the paper slowly crumbled and rustled, sounding like dead leaves being crushed into dust.

He pulled out the paper from the envelope, and there was only one page inside.But he watched more slowly, for half an hour.

The man in purple was also extremely patient, until he saw Qiu Lingfu finally stuffing the piece of paper into the wine jar he brought, and imagined that the ink slowly melted into the wine, polluting the good wine in vain.

Qiu Lingfu's expression didn't change much, but the man in purple could already see from his eyes that his heart was in turmoil.

Qiu Lingfu said: "This is only half of the secret, Duan Jingzhe is making a bad plan."

The man sneered, "Then how good is your poison?"

Qiu Lingfu's eyes were slightly dazed, and when he regained consciousness, he was already in a cold sweat.

The man in purple stood up with a mocking smile on his face.Qiu Lingfu immediately raised her head to look at him in a hurry, as if afraid that the man would leave.

The man in purple glanced at his face and smiled like a street scumbag who played tricks on others.Maybe this smile was transmitted to Qiu Lingfu by the dead Duan Jingzhe through this person.

Qiu Lingfu knew the expression on his face, but he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Qiu Lingfu lowered his head, stood up, carried the jug of wine, walked out of the deserted gate of Zixiang Building, and walked into the noisy street.

He soon saw Zijiangzhu's building sign.

Far away, his heart was beating so violently that he was so excited that he felt dizzy.He suddenly grabbed the wall by the side of the road, his stomach was overwhelmed, and he vomited crazily.

But he hadn't eaten for a day, so he really couldn't vomit anything, but he looked at the ground almost torturing himself, thinking that what he ate recently was the pine nut candy that Ah Po left for him.

Such a vomit almost cost him half his life.He used to feel that there was a knife stirring his internal organs, but now it was more like he was holding the knife himself, stirring the hearts of Mother and Apo!

After blowing for a while, the cold wind finally stabilized, and he whispered again: "Ah Po, I have already decided to be like you... I have already decided!"

Mother, Po...forgive me one more time, I promise this is the last time!

From now on, it doesn’t matter if I don’t wear clothes forever, or if I sleep in the open air, or if half of my life is taken away, I will just be greedy for myself for the last time… I will use the remaining half of my life from now on to make up for it. my fault.

Let the dead souls come back to life again.Resurrect from the ashes of death once, as he did 15 years ago, and send him to himself.

But Qiu Lingfu looked sad again: But they won't forgive me!Neither the dead nor the living.

Qiu Lingfu raised his spirits again, and walked towards Zijiangzhu, his expression was as indifferent as someone who vowed to die.

Die badly, I will definitely die badly.

Zi Jiangzhu's storyteller is speaking clichés, he is talking about the snow a few months ago, and the people a few months ago.

The man memorized the names of the dead knights on Baixue Ridge with ease.It doesn't matter whether the storyteller has heart or not, the key is to have a good mouth and a good brain.Zijiangzhu's storyteller is naturally smart. After all, Zijiangzhu belongs to Jianghai Tower in Huaijing, and there is a famous old man who eats and drinks in Jianghai Tower.

Qiu Lingfu put the wine jar at the door and walked in.He walked towards the place where the storyteller was.

The whole house was looking at him, and the storyteller was also looking at him.

The storyteller put on a contemptuous face: "You are..."

As he spoke, his expression gradually stiffened, his expression became flustered, and his voice changed when he spoke again: "Qiu Lingfu...Qiu, Qiu Lingfu!"

Not everyone has seen Qiu Lingfu, nor can everyone recognize Qiu Lingfu, but only the storyteller must.

Because his eyebrows and eyes look like Qiu Xinsu, how could the storyteller not know Qiu Xinsu's appearance?

The visitor has long hair and light color, which seems to be covered with a layer of sunlight behind him, his facial features are as pale as moonlight, and there is an ashes-like coldness between his brows. It is understandable that he would be regarded as Qiu Xinsu if he blinked.

He is Qiu Lingfu!

It's like acting in a play, the storyteller just reads the prelude, and the performer comes forward.

But he is Qiu Lingfu, he is Qiu Lingfu who knows where the treasure is, and he is also Qiu Lingfu who has caused countless deaths.It is not only a precious thing that everyone can't ask for, but also an unforgivable evil.

The people in Manjianghailou wanted to leave, and subconsciously felt that this was not the place to stay, but it seemed that roots had taken root under their feet, and their hearts began to be greedy and fearful, and they were also very excited.

They lighted up their weapons one after another, and at once hundreds of sword lights were reflected on Qiu Lingfu.

Shopkeeper Xue Qi wanted to go forward to comfort him, but he stopped when he heard that it was Qiu Lingfu.If old man Fanjiu and Qiu Lingfu came, old man Fanjiu would have to give way to Qiu Lingfu.Because the whole world wanted to know what Qiu Lingfu was going to say, including himself.

This matter must also be said by Qiu Lingfu, not Lao Er Fanjiu.Because only what is said on the cusp of the storm can always be remembered more in people's hearts.

Qiu Lingfu looked directly at the swords. He saw a person on the second floor who was dressed in purple, and that person was waiting for him.

Apo is also waiting for himself.

When he thought of Ah Po, he felt as if he was on the snow-white ridge.He looked at the man in purple, like looking at Duan Jingzhe who was hurt by Ah Po.

The last time he came was to look for Ah Po, and it was the same at this time.

He was pointed at by the sword then, and he is now.

I was alone then, and I am now.

This Zijiang building is Baixueling, there is no difference.

But when Qiu Lingfu spoke this time, he didn't put on airs or play tricks.

He said: "There is a place in this world where there are hundreds of strange flowers and plants, hundreds of strange poisons, and hundreds of strange medicines. Only the continuous and unique soil can make flowers and plants survive. Transplanting...but one plant will cause chaos in the world."

"Where is that place?"

"Peach Blossom Creek."

Qiu Lingfu said these words, but he didn't feel any guilt or regret, and it seemed that he really didn't know the consequences of a few simple words.He even breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around, and all the voices suddenly quieted down, but in just a moment, the sound of swords and voices rang out, chasing after his back!

Speaking of Jianghu's book, the first half only needs a few words of lost legends, but the second half must use swords and blood!

Qiu Lingfu's hand was already on the sword!

Sunset on the western mountains, the sky and the earth are dim red.

One person staggered, stepping on the faint red.Qiu Lingfu felt that the blood all over his body was flowing into the soil, but when he looked at the ground, he only saw the glow of the sun, just like the glow of the sun on Chongyun Mountain.

With trembling hands, he dragged the broken soft sword.

The soft sword couldn't support his body, so he could only walk towards the room with his own feet, and the only one who accompanied him was himself in the lake.

Even if it was bloody, at least it survived.He wants to live.

There was already a person standing in the room, the bright red sunlight hit his purple clothes, and his whole body was pitch black.

That man was looking at Ah Po just now, and he didn't glance at Qiu Lingfu until Qiu Lingfu came to him.

Seeing him, Qiu Lingfu finally lost all strength and fell to the ground.

"Alive?" The man was a little surprised, "Not bad."

Apo's forcing him always works, this time he pushed too close, and let him, a useless person, kill a bloody path.

"What about the medicine?" Qiu Lingfu asked.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the man's face. He lowered his body and approached Qiu Lingfu's ear.

Qiu Lingfu was suddenly very scared. He was afraid that this person would deceive him. After all, there are as many liars as fools in this world.

But the man said: "The antidote... is in your hands."

In hand?

Qiu Lingfu looked at his hand, he only had a broken sword in his hand.

His heart skipped a beat, he turned his wrist lightly, and lifted the broken sword upside down.There should have been a narrow gap in the hilt, where the dagger Chaos Light used to be.

The sharp blade of the soft sword has no sheath, but itself is the sheath of the chaotic light of the dagger.

Qiu Lingfu took out a very flat stack of paper from inside, and he could feel the fine powder inside.

The man smiled and said: "It's not my fault that you don't know, you can't hold this sword these days, how can you perceive the weight of this sword."

Qiu Lingfu gripped the bag of powder tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "You..."

If he can't come back, or abandons the sword, then Apo...

The man knew what he was going to say, but he only looked at Ah Po, and regretfully said: "You almost died, but if you die, you will die, and that is your fate."

Qiu Lingfu said in surprise, "You are..."

The man smiled and glanced at Qiu Lingfu, then walked out of the house. The sunset outside was boundless and magnificent.

Qiu Lingfu didn't pay attention to that person anymore, he rushed to Ah Po's side wholeheartedly, holding his hand, while the other hand only held the sword and the antidote.

"Apo, Apo..."

His pulse is still beating, he can live.

But Qiu Lingfu burst into tears beside him, as if he had finally let go of his heavy burden and the shackles on his hands and feet.

But he will never be able to unload it.

He stroked Ah Po's cheek with his blood-stained hand, and the demon's hand left a pure and pure mark on his face.He kissed Ah Po with the bloody antidote, naively hoping that he would accept his greedy and sinful lips.

This mouth was not born to tell stories, nor should it learn to kiss.

But Qiu Lingfu quickly forgave his sins, because soon he no longer had to feel the slightest bit of loneliness.

He heard Ah Po's heart beating gradually.

The author has something to say:

I'll make it up after a while, thank you everyone who watched here!

I regret that this is the first article to start (although it is the end of the second article), and I feel that the previous one has a lot of regrets.

ah ah!Qiu Lingfu is a little bastard!But he will never be an asshole again!

Forgot to say!Happy Lantern Festival!