farce a ups and downs

Time moves forward a little.

After Shen Feiyu left the inn, Luo Wenchu ​​immediately found a pen and paper, and sent a letter to He Zhixiao, and the reply was not received until nightfall.Luo Wenchu ​​took a glance at the ten lines, and after reading it, he called Ren Sheng Ren Di, and ordered them to go to Xu Chuan first, and decide whether to act or not according to the situation.

The two took orders and were about to leave.

"and many more."

"What else is there, Master?"

Luo Wenchu ​​asked: "Have you met your junior brother this afternoon?"

Ren Sheng Ren Shi looked at each other: "I have never seen it before."

While talking, the waiter came to the door with a man who looked like a butler.

"May I ask if you three know a young master named Shen Feiyu?"

Luo Wenchu ​​looked slightly cold, and asked the housekeeper, "What happened to Feiyu?"

Upon hearing this, the housekeeper knew that he had finally found the right person, so he told the whole story about what happened in Fang's mansion this evening: "Miss ordered this old slave to come to the surrounding inn to inquire about Mr. Shen's acquaintances and friends. The words have been brought, and this old slave will leave now. gone."

Ren Sheng stopped the housekeeper and gave him a piece of silver, "Thank you for telling me, old man."

The butler's task has been completed, and he left the inn after receiving the money.

"Master..." Ren Sheng wanted to ask for instructions first, but unexpectedly, when he raised his head, there was only an afterimage in front of him, the wooden window was wide open, and the rustling of insects could be heard along the night wind.

Luo Wenchu ​​didn't know where to go.

Ren Sheng and Ren Tiexin felt that something was wrong with the governor, so he immediately searched for the whereabouts of the younger brother.

"Huh...huh..."

The forest at night is full of fog, and the disordered tree branches look like dancing people, like a silent sacrifice.In the silence of Wan Lai, he gasped heavily from far to near, and after a while, he was swallowed by the huge forest. Only the fireflies startled when he crossed the grass could prove that someone had just passed by.

A young man in a mess ran away in the forest. The young man's coat was missing, only his thin and messy middle coat was left.

It was Shen Feiyu.

Just when he raised his sword to prevent future troubles forever, the black-clothed swordsman broke in suddenly, disrupting his plan.Shen Feiyu could only stop for the time being, and started running frantically for his life instead.

The internal energy that Lu Jiming penetrated into the body before has been wandering in the meridians, but now he can't lift a trace of internal energy, and can only rely on two legs to run.

While running, he turned his head and looked behind him.

Although the swordsman was nowhere to be seen, Shen Feiyu still did not stop running for his life.

Suddenly, there was a flash in front of his eyes, and the cold light suddenly broke, Shen Feiyu subconsciously stopped, and the blade of the sword slashed from behind obliquely, almost cutting the tip of his nose.

Before the next move struck, Shen Feiyu directly pulled out a roll of silk from the guard, shook off the silk surface, and the light powder rushed to the swordsman's face.

Wu Ming was taken aback, and flew upside down for a few meters before hovering.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shen Feiyu escaped again.

Wu Ming's nose moved slightly, but there was no strange smell.He never dared to be careless. He arrived at the City God's Temple half an hour ago according to Lu Jiming's biography, and he happened to catch the scene of Shen Feiyu attacking Lu Jiming in his eyes. Although he didn't know how he did it, it was obvious that this young man was not as "weak as he appeared on the surface" ".

Has fangs and scheming, but usually does not tear off the gentle mask easily.

Night Breeze sent a wisp of powder, Wu Ming caught it with the tip of his sword, and after careful identification, it turned out to be flour!

Wu Ming was furious immediately, and chased in the direction the young man fled just now.

The night was filled with mist, and the young man was dressed in white, so it was easy to find.

Wu Ming chased for a distance, and found the white back in front of him without any surprise.From Wu Ming's point of view, that running posture was really strange. After thinking about it, the other party had long been running out of breath. This appearance is really normal, so he rubbed the front of his body, held Bai Ying, and went Catch it in front of you——

It's actually empty!

The white coat is draped on the branches, the cuffs are propped up by the branches, and the trunk is tied to the tree by thin silk threads. Due to its extremely light weight, it is driven by the night wind, and the night fog blocks the vision. Looking from a distance, it looks like a person is running for his life. , and even ups and downs, creating the illusion of exhaustion.

When he caught up with Shen Feiyu earlier, he seemed to be wearing only a middle coat... Thinking of this, the coat in Wu Ming's hand was almost pulled and deformed.

Since the opponent has used a trick to lure the enemy into the depths, then he must be catching a turtle in the urn.

Wu Ming opened his eyes slightly.

On the trunk of the tree obliquely in front, there is a pilizi tied.

not good!

He wanted to retreat but it was too late.

There was a loud bang, and several trees were cut off at the waist. The airflow brought by the explosion caused the surrounding trees to fall outwards, the branches and leaves trembled, and the sound of rustling in the forest continued to spread outwards.

Luo Wenchu, who had just set foot in the forest, frowned, and searched in the direction of the airflow.

The movement caused by the explosion gradually subsided.

Behind a tree [-] meters away from the center of the blast, Shen Feiyu appeared.

Looking at the night sky that was mostly blocked by the tree canopy, Shen Feiyu's eyes were full of exhaustion, and the pain in his meridians became sharper and more intense. He took a deep breath, and a muffled sound escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"Well……"

The long eyelashes flickered, and the clear eyes dimmed.

At the end of the day, he almost used up the only "savings" left on his body - the mist that stuns Lu Jiming and Lian, the flour powder hidden in the gauntlet to confuse the enemy, and a kind that can make people enter a period of emotional agitation for a short time. , will not think deeply about the wrong medicine powder around.

The third thing is mixed in the flour, Wu Ming only needs to inhale a little, it is enough for Shen Feiyu to complete the plan.

Oh, and a coat, and some pilizi from Lian's fanny pack.

The moment Shen Feiyu saw Wu Ming, she knew that the other party would not let her go. Instead of running away indiscriminately, it was better to give it a go.

At this point, things will be done.

Not only that, but also found the real culprit who used pilizi to kill people in the dense stone forest. Shen Feiyu really didn't expect the real culprit to be the embroidered man.

The constantly flying black and white dots occupied the field of vision, and Shen Feiyu no longer had the energy to think about other things. After his brain was empty, he suddenly felt a dull pain, and he leaned against the tree involuntarily, and fell to the ground along the trunk.

He raised his head and panted, but there was a carefree smile on the corner of his lips.

He did a good job of luring the enemy deep, he didn't lose the chain, and saved his life for the time being, but there was a pain like a needle prick all over his body, it was destined that he would not be able to get out of this forest tonight.

"Master..."

Thinking of someone, Shen Feiyu couldn't help murmuring, at this moment, a slight pain suddenly popped up at the tip of her heart, as if her heart was being clenched tightly, followed by a suffocation of her breathing.

The black dots in his field of vision spread, and he was almost out of breath.

It turned out that the internal energy flowed to the heart and lungs.

Not far away, the smoke and dust brought up by the explosion completely dissipated, Shen Feiyu glanced over there with his concentrated and scattered eyes, but at this moment he saw a sword light, and the long sword trembled lightly, as if mourning.

Lowering his eyes, he sighed softly, "So it still won't work."

As if confirming his words, the moment the words fell, the tip of the sword was already against the throat.

The black gauze bamboo hat used to disguise Wu Ming's face was completely torn, revealing a face with criss-crossed scars.

"I actually underestimated you." His voice was hoarse and indescribably gloomy, "Where are your little tricks? Are you done?"

Shen Feiyu looked calm: "It's useless to talk, let's do it."

Wu Ming didn't want to just kill him like this: "It's better to keep you than to kill you."

After all, Shen Feiyu was stunned with a palm, and he resisted it on his shoulder. When he was about to leave, a trace of cold air came up along his ankle.

The familiar feeling made Wu Ming's heart skip a beat. He took five steps back and stared at the person coming.

Luo Wenchu ​​was holding a folding fan, and his smile was as bright as spring flowers, but his eyes were as cold as ice, making people freeze in place just by looking at them.

"Where are you taking disciple Luo?"

Wu Ming didn't answer.

"Either, let go of my apprentice and go alone, or I will send you away."

The moment Luo Wenchu ​​saw the little disciple, the anger in Luo Wenchu's chest was rising steadily, and it was already the limit to be able to speak politely, but the swordsman in front of him didn't know what to do, so he couldn't help but curled his lips into a cold smile: "Come on, let's make a deal."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Wenchu ​​had already attacked Wu Ming, and his whole body was turbulent, as if there were ghosts howling.Before Wu Ming had time to see Luo Wenchu's figure clearly, he was hit in the chest with a palm, and after stabilizing his figure, he coughed up blood.

Shen Feiyu's body fell from the air, Luo Wenchu ​​stepped on a tree to use his strength, grabbed Shen Feiyu and took advantage of the situation to distance himself from Wu Ming.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he stretched out his hand to check the breath of the person in his arms, and found that the little disciple had no obvious trauma, so he calmed down a bit, but when he got a pulse, he felt a tyrannical energy rampaging in Shen Feiyu's body, and he immediately stopped holding it. , The boiling killing intent pointed directly at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming was shocked. After all, the idea of ​​surviving had the upper hand: "Your disciple was tricked by Lu Jiming. If you don't get treated in time, being a disabled person for the rest of your life will be secondary, and your life may not be guaranteed."

Luo Wenchu ​​cast a cold glance, didn't stay any longer, picked up Shen Feiyu and walked back.

Wu Ming saved his life, supported his body and went back to Chenghuang Temple, taking Lu Jiming and Lian away.

"Master!"

Ren Shengren went out to search for people, and as soon as he got the news, he came back and told Luo Wenchu, who did not expect Luo Wenchu ​​to come back with Shen Feiyu in his arms in the next second.

"What's wrong, little brother?"

Luo Wenchu ​​said with a sullen face, "You can live or die, guard the door, and no one is allowed to come in for three days."

After finishing speaking, he hugged Shen Feiyu and entered the door. Ren Shengren wanted to ask something, but was stopped by the closed door.

Three days passed quickly, Luo Wenchu ​​walked out of the room with a gloomy face, Ren Shi asked: "Master, what happened to the younger brother?"

"Life saved."

Ren Sheng and Ren Shi looked at each other, and they both saw consternation in each other's eyes.

Hearing Master's tone, his life was saved, but what about the others?

"Take good care of your little junior brother, I will go to the Devil's Cult."

Ren Sheng Ren Si said in unison: "Master, no!"

Luo Wenchu ​​raised his eyelids, making it clear that he had made up his mind to go.

Ren Sheng gritted his teeth and insisted: "If the master has to go, then take the disciples to go together."

"Ah Sheng, don't mess around."

"But Master, you are alone..."

"It's more convenient for me to go alone."

What are the specific conveniences? Ren Sheng didn't ask, but he knew that Master thought they were holding back.

Luo Wenchu ​​looked into the room, and then his eyes became softer: "During my departure, Feiyu will be handed over to you."

Ren Sheng wanted to say something more, but was held back by Ren Si: "Master, don't worry, my brother and I will take good care of our younger brother."

Luo Wenchu ​​nodded, went downstairs to the waiter in the shop, asked for a high-quality horse, and drove away.

The Devil's Cult General Altar is located in the southwestern part of Chen Country. Walk along the official road, and you will arrive after a few dozen miles beyond the border.

Luo Wenchu ​​ran to the death of two fast horses, used lightness kung fu for the rest of the journey, and finally arrived at the Devil's Cult ten days later.

The real name of the Demon Sect is Adduojiao, and it is collectively referred to as the Demon Sect in Chen.At the beginning, it was composed of foreigners. Because they believed in "Supreme Freedom", they coaxed people to join the religion by coercion and profit, and it expanded more than ten times in a few years. Blood was used as medicine, and he practiced magic skills. In the end, he was beheaded by Luo Wenchu ​​with a sword, and the main altar of the Demon Cult was burned down by him.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that Ye Fei's son, Ye Han, succeeded to the position of leader, and directly established the new site of the Demon Cult's main altar after the old site, which was a swamp.

Along the way, you can see clusters of elephant grass swaying in the breeze. Behind the poisonous weeds are the ruins of the old site of the Demon Cult's main altar. The peeling statues and moss-covered stones show a sense of dilapidation.Continuing to walk forward, there were more snakes, insects, rats and ants, and the soil under the feet became more and more wet. Finally, when I stepped on it, it seemed that I had stepped into soft grease, and when I lifted my feet, water droplets even slipped from the soles.

The moist wind brought an ominous breath from afar.

Luo Wenchu's footsteps stopped.

Arrived.

Extra

Until a long time later, He Zhixiao was still brooding about Luo Wen's first obsession.

In the second year when the Ling Jue faction was almost extinct, Luo Wenchu ​​called all the martial arts factions to discuss the matter of exterminating the demons. The leaders tried every means to evade, but it was Luo Wenchu ​​who came to visit one by one and "persuaded" all the leaders to come with him .

In this alliance, most people were threatened by Luo Wenchu, while a small number of people believed that this trip would be beneficial to calm the turmoil in the world, and some were scheming, intending to earn a good reputation from it.A group of people have their own ghosts, but they live in peace on the road.On the night when the team arrived ten miles away from the Devil's Cult, the camp was full of bonfires, and several headmen in the tent were discussing offensive countermeasures, and for some reason a quarrel broke out.

"I, the Qingshan faction, should be the vanguard."

"Brother Tan, I didn't say that the disciples of your sect may be defeated before breaking through the first battle."

"Then what is Cuimen Master's intention?"

"I heard that the Devil's Cult has twelve chain formations, and now the number of sects present far exceeds twelve. If you don't distribute them according to the strength of the sect's disciples, it's better to choose which sects to send for each formation."

"But everyone knows that after twelve formations, you can reach the devil's head directly, so how should you pay off the first work of killing the devil?"

"Of course it's up to whoever counts."

"The one that broke the No.12 formation, isn't it the fastest to arrive?"

"You can't say that..."

"Old man Cui Shang, do you dare to say that you don't think so?"

The quarrel in the tent lasted for a long time, and the two youths standing in the corner held their swords in their arms and remained silent. Seeing that they could not find any result in their struggle, the two youths left the tent one after the other.

"These old men are really hateful. You clearly proposed the alliance of various factions this time, and you were the one who convened everyone. How about asking your opinion? Why do you keep us aside?"

Beside him, a young man with a ponytail has delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, with blade-like sharpness, but he is not free and easy. He is all calm after tempering, and the blade-like sharpness is hidden under the calm appearance. His thin lips are slightly parted, and his voice Like the mountain wind spreading in the empty valley, Qing Lingling: "My faction has declined, and the credit for breaking the formation, so why not give it to them?"

The tone was indifferent, and he didn't care what kind of credit he sent out.

He Zhixiao was still dissatisfied: "But senior brother, they made it clear that they are bullying us."

"Zhi Xiao, be careful with your words."

He Zhixiao clenched his saber tightly, and due to the sudden force, the meridians from the wrist to both arms ached faintly, he gritted his teeth to hold back the pain, He Zhixiao said fiercely: "Brother, if I am still the old me, I will be yours!" Sweep array!"

The young man turned his head and looked at him leisurely, his thin lips raised a beautiful arc: "Bajie, why haven't you said such nasty words before? Could it be that the injury is not on the hands and feet, but on the head?"

He smiled, and the unruly youthful spirit seemed to return to him again.

He Zhixiao was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "Luo Wenchu, you're looking for a fight!"

Naturally, it was impossible for Luo Wenchu ​​to be hit by him——Although He Zhixiao's injury was healed, it would be difficult for him to draw a sword in his life.

The heads of the various sects argued for two days and finally came to an agreement. However, when the formation was broken, the agreement was useless.The elephant grass on the periphery of the Devil's Cult almost deprived half of the people of their minds, and the Devil's Cult's disciples took advantage of it to sneak in.

After a fight, only a few people were still standing.

Each faction in the martial arts world suffered a lot, and the leaders of each faction wanted to trouble Luo Wenchu ​​that night, but they couldn't find anyone.He Zhixiao, who had a bad face, learned that Luo Wenchu ​​never came back.

When everyone saw Luo Wenchu ​​again, it was already five days later.

——The young man walked out step by step with the head of the leader of the Demon Cult, the blood stained his white clothes, and the main altar of the Demon Cult behind him suddenly burst into flames, making him look like a Shura climbing up from hell.

Everyone looked at this scene and thought in unison: The day when the Lingjue faction was massacred by the demon sect was also like this.

At that moment, even He Zhixiao felt a shock in his heart.

He clearly knew that his senior brother was different.

Luo Wenchu ​​returned safely, and it became more and more like this alliance was a joke. All the glory was taken by Luo Wenchu, a junior. Yixie, sometimes crazy and sometimes upright temperament, after the greetings, he took the remaining disciples of each sect back to the sect to recuperate.

Such a big event spread quickly in the Jianghu. Everyone was praising Luo Wenchu ​​who beheaded the devil's head. The people who came to seek apprenticeship lined up from the gate to the foot of the mountain. Luo Wenchu ​​didn't see anyone except Take a little apprentice.

It was the child that Luo Wenchu ​​picked up from the side of the road.The child said that his family members had been killed by members of the Demon Cult, and he was helpless. He also said that his name was Lu Jiming.

The Ling Jue faction once again had a head disciple.

But He Zhixiao discovered that Luo Wenchu ​​had never seriously taught this apprentice at all, and even threw a sword manual to Lu Jiming for him to practice on his own.Luo Wenchu ​​himself started to get drunk from that day on, drinking so much that he became unconscious every day, and Luo Shui, who never left his body, was thrown away at will, and He Zhixiao even tripped over Luo Shui when he entered the door.

Thinking of the five days when Luo Wenchu ​​disappeared, He Zhixiao became more and more certain that what happened in those five days made Luo Wenchu ​​become what he is now.

Knowing the truth is under such an opportunity——

One day, Luo Wenchu ​​came back from looking for wine from the bottom of the mountain, and somehow went to the wrong door, and passed out drunk outside Tingxiao Tower. , there is anger, helplessness, and melancholy. In addition, there is a faint distress.

This day is the anniversary of the death of Master and Junior Sister.

During the daytime, Luo Wenchu ​​was his hand-shattering head, carefree and at ease, but at night, only wine could numb the nerves and steal a peaceful night's sleep.

He Zhixiao took a little effort to bring him back to Feizhu Hall.

Lying back on the couch, Luo Wenchu ​​suddenly raised his hand and almost slapped He Zhixiao on the face.

He Zhixiao endured and endured, but finally he couldn't hold back and kicked his ass, Luo Wenchu ​​rolled inside, slapping the pillow under the bed with his troubled hands, and at the same time, a sachet landed on the ground.

The way He Zhixiao looked at Luo Wenchu ​​suddenly changed.

Could it be that he has a girl he likes at the foot of the mountain?

With this in mind, He Zhixiao secretly opened the sachet.

Different from the rich fragrance of ordinary sachets, the moment the brocade rope was pulled away, the bitter herbal smell hit the face, He Zhixiao's eyes flickered, and then he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

In the dream, he went back to the night when his junior sister and Feng Yunqin got married, Luo Wenchu ​​gave a pair of concentric bells and handed Luo Shui over.

Luo Wenchu ​​smiled and raised his eyebrows: "I can't give you anything good. Back then, Junior Sister wanted a good sword, so I won it back. It was originally saved as a dowry for Junior Sister."

Later, the poisonous fire ignited, turning Luo Wenchu's face red, and He Zhixiao prostrated himself on the ground, watching helplessly as he sent Luo Shui into Feng Yunqin's chest, while Feng Yunqin had a calm and relieved expression on his face. smile.

The fire caused by the wedding candles destroyed everything, the wedding of the junior sisters, the master who regarded them as his own, the sect they lived in... everything was ruined.

He Zhixiao woke up with tears on his face.

Luo Wenchu ​​sat on the edge, looking at him with deep eyes.

"What's in that sachet?" He Zhixiao asked in a hoarse voice, "Don't play dumb, the moment you open the sachet, you fall into a nightmare, pick up elephant grass? Or something else?"

"It's the medicinal powder of elephant grass."

He Zhixiao laughed back angrily: "Luo Wenchu, Master Luo! You are really good. Drinking alcohol during the day and having nightmares at night, do you kill yourself like this?"

"Zhi Xiao, you don't understand." Luo Wenchu ​​leaned on the edge, covering his face with one hand, his tone was full of exhaustion.

"What don't I understand?"

"I dare not forget."

"Varied……"

He Zhixiao stood there stiffly as if struck by lightning.

His nightmare was the night when the Lingjue faction fell into crisis, so why not Luo Wenchu?

The difference is that he tried his best to forget, while Luo Wenchu ​​did the opposite.

"Why?" He Zhixiao couldn't believe that he would use such a calm tone, "Can't you say it?"

The man was just silent.

Silent, as if dead.

He Zhixiao suddenly grabbed Luo Wenchu's wrist and searched carefully.It is said that a disease can become a doctor after a long time, and there is nothing to do on weekdays. He will read medical books, even if he can't completely cure his hands, he can broaden his knowledge.

The more you search, the more frightened you become.

There are two internal forces in Luo Wenchu's body that are constantly fighting, one is surging and powerful, and the other is evil and cold. Obviously, they are two different ways of practicing kung fu, but for some reason they have found a balance in his body.

No, not right.

It's not about balance, the evil force faintly suppresses the other, if it is not guided, there is no danger of going crazy.

That's why he used the illusion created by the elephant grass to force himself into a nightmare every day and night, so that he could use the pain to strengthen his will.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Luo Wenchu ​​withdrew his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked over.

That look said: so what if I tell you?

He Zhixiao said awkwardly, "You can still find Dr. Sheng."

"The miraculous doctor disappeared without a trace last year, where can I find it?"

"When did you get the trick?"

Luo Wenchu ​​smiled: "It makes sense to ask this now?"

He Zhixiao straightened his face: "For me, yes."

The other party then stopped talking.

"It was the five days when you broke into the Demon Cult and disappeared alone, right?"

He Zhixiao hammered the bed board suddenly, his eyes were red: "If I still have martial arts, you wouldn't..."

Warm hands stroked the back of his head, comforting He Zhixiao's irritable heart, once and for all, the movements were extremely skillful, just like he had done countless times when he was a child.

"It's not your fault, nor anyone else's fault." He Zhixiao raised his head, Luo Wenchu's face had never been so gentle as it was at this moment, "It's the path I chose, and the road is long and difficult. I am used to it."

He Zhixiao was stunned.

Before meeting him, Luo Wenchu ​​was also like this, looking for life alone and wandering alone, but now, another person shoulders the expectations of the whole world and walks alone, no one can enter his heart.

Even He Zhixiao thought he was not qualified.

That's why when he learned that that person was Shen Feiyu, he was so shocked, so unbelievable, and once treated this little disciple extremely badly.

Why Shen Feiyu?

When all the turmoil in the world completely calmed down, He Zhixiao thought about this question more than once, why is it Shen Feiyu?

He is not the best, he is a piece of flawed jade, with black spots that cannot be erased, but he is the most sincere to his brother, every time he looks up, there is light in his eyes, at this time He looks like a warm luminous body. People who have walked for a long time in the cold and dark night are most likely to be attracted by this light and warmth.

So He Zhixiao felt relieved.

Perhaps, he should go down the mountain for a walk, just like what Luo Wenchu ​​said, finding an apprentice for himself is better than spending his whole life in the chores of the sect, this will not only prevent aging, but also help his physical and mental health.

But when he really accepted his apprentice and came back, he was thinking about going back in time all the time, going back to the past to give himself and Luo Wenchu ​​a big slap in the face.

This is another story.