The Youth Dream of Wen Shu Qun He Hui

long time no reunion

The snowy Jiangnan, the lonely hero, the past like smoke, the joys and sorrows of love and hatred.

The snow is blowing, the road ahead is vast, and the mist is just beginning to rise. It is the pines shaking the snow and the bamboos flying obliquely, and the winter plums stand proudly in the cold window.

The beggar was rubbing the snow by the side of the road, and not many people in the huge Jiangning Mansion were willing to hang out on the road.

In the Jiangnan water town, there is rarely such a heavy snow. People in Jiangnan love the wind and snow, but are afraid of the cold.

But it was such a cold, windy and snowy day, and someone walked leisurely against the snow, rubbing his frozen red nose, feeling quite emotional, shaking his head and reciting a poem:

"It's snowing outside the window,

Hold the furnace and open the wine tank.

How is it raining on a fishing boat?

Sleeping on the autumn river under the canopy. "

This poem is not very pleasant to sing, and this man is not handsome.

This is a humble man with shabby clothes. Even in this freezing sky, he still walks around the world with a pair of shoes. There is a deep loneliness between his brows, except for those eyes, which are bright and full of affection. Showing a passionate demeanor, if you teach a young girl to see it, she might blush and heartbeat.

The man handed the only piece of biscuit left in his arms to the beggar on the side of the road, patted the beggar's shoulder with his generous palm, and looked at him with kindness and encouragement.

The man doesn't think that just a piece of biscuit can change the fate of the beggar. He just wants to use his modest efforts to make the suffering people feel better. slow transition.

The man stood up, licked his chapped and chapped lower lip, remembered the poem he had just read, sighed halfway while shaking the wine gourd, and was about to move forward, when suddenly, the biting cold wind seemed to turn into a gentle caress, Scattered clapping sounds came from the wind and snow, gradually approaching.

The man raised his head and looked quickly, in the vast wind and snow, a blue shadow was slowly walking towards this place, his elegant behavior was the same as before, his smile remained unchanged, and his gentleness remained undiminished.

Under the gloomy sky, the man felt more and more familiar with that divine face, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared. He hung the wine gourd by his waist, crossed his hands behind his neck, and listened to the man before he could speak.

"The poems are good, and the things are good. I don't want to see you for many years. Cui Sanye is still so relaxed and leisurely."

Mr. Cui?

In the Jianghu temples, there are naturally countless people who can be called the third master, but there is only one third master Cui, and it can only be this one.

This man is naturally the third of the four famous arresters - Cui Lueshang.

Hearing this, Cui Lueshang grinned, wiped the stubble that had just been shaved a few days ago, and smacked his lips as if he was not used to it. He raised his eyes and carefully looked at the young man five steps away. Laughing, suddenly sighed, and said:

"So it's Manager Liu. It's true that we haven't seen each other for a long time. You don't know that I'm used to leisure, but I don't know how you are doing?"

Liu Suifeng raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, like a child who discovered something interesting, looked at Cui Lueshang seriously, met those clear eyes, and smiled softer.

"Very good. It would be even better if we could have a few drinks with the third master."

Cui Lueshang's eyes lit up, it happened that the wine bug was causing trouble, and he wanted to go to Jiangning mansion this time, the errand was successful, and it was time to set off on the way home, so it would be fine to delay for a drink, then he smiled.

"Hahaha! Director Liu invites you, how can I refuse, we can be regarded as old acquaintances from other places, right?"

Liu Suifeng blinked, slender fingers swept away the hair hanging from his ears, and his smile was wanton, indescribably gentle and beautiful, but anyone who is familiar with him knows that when meeting Liu Suifeng who looks like this, there will never be good thing.

"Naturally, in order to celebrate the reunion after a long absence, I also ask the third master to move to the humble house and talk about it again."

After finishing speaking, Liu Suifeng stretched out his palms to lead, Cui Lueshang was stunned, almost stunned by this smile, he grabbed the wine gourd by his waist in a hurry, gulped down a few mouthfuls of cold wine, and then strode away with him.

The guard was buried deep in his heart, and he suddenly remembered what Fang Xiezhen had said.

"If you want to break the formation, you must first enter the formation. If you don't enter, how can you break through completely and cleanly."

Will there be a formation ahead?Does Liu Suifeng really want to catch up with him?

The storm in the rivers and lakes, another wave, the words before parting are still in my ears, for Cui Lueshang, this is just a coincidence, but he doesn't know where he is going, and it is difficult to turn back.

If you don't look back, you won't be able to see the weird smile on the beggar who was supposed to be eating sesame seed cakes, and you won't be able to see the strange movement that the beggar performed after they left and disappeared in the wind and snow.

Second Inn

Sudden screams came from the Nuan Pavilion. It was a silent inn, and a dozen quacks rushed out in an instant.

Some of them carried knives and swords, some stood on the railing, or held their weapons tightly, but none of them came close to the warm pavilion.

The shopkeeper lost his soul, hiding under the cabinet and shivering, the waiter was missing, no one knew who lived in the warm pavilion, but they could all see why the screams came from.

The blood-stained white gauze covered the Nuan Pavilion with a huge net, as thin as silk and as dense as a weave. The limbs in the Nuan Pavilion were flattened and slowly rising. It was the angle that everyone could see clearly. The tragedy had already changed here. It became a tragedy.

In the middle of the inn, an old man with white hair and piercing eyes was sitting at some unknown time. He was carrying a fish basket, stroking his silver beard, looking up at the figure gradually rising from the Nuan Pavilion, and making a strange "Jie Jie" sound. laugh.

The fishing rod in his hand has no hook, and it rises and falls with his rhythmic movements. Strangely, the figure in the room also begins to rise and fall.

The spectators appreciated this, and finally someone couldn't hold back. With a loud shout, a hulking man jumped down from the crowd, with a golden knife behind him, and a sharp palm like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, not reaching his body. Fissure.

crack!How can people crack!

It wasn't the old man who was cracked, the old man disappeared the moment the big man waved his palm.

What was split was the figure above the Nuan Pavilion, flesh and blood flying everywhere, it was appalling!

The creepy laugh echoed over the inn, screaming again, the shopkeeper was scared out of his wits and died.

The surprise came too fast, at this moment someone shouted: "Run! That old man must be a member of the Power Gang, we can't afford to provoke him!"

The power gang is the largest gang in the world. Its founder, Yan Kuangtu, has disappeared for several years, and it is still frightening to hear about it again.

It is said that the new gang leader is called Li Chenzhou, and he is known as the ruler of the world.

It is said that he has a good brother and a good think tank, named Liu Suifeng, who is known as the sun and the moon in his sleeves.

He also has a good wife, who is also his good arm, Zhao Shirong, a peerless woman.

In the past five years, the power gang has been firmly seated on the throne of the world's largest gang, and no one can lift their head in their name, except Xiao Qiushui.

People in the Jianghu are familiar with these stories, and that part of the past was also lamentable and regrettable.

Now the power gang, black and white, that no one fears, is back!

What does their comeback mean?

For the martial arts world, this is no less bad news than the capture of Emperor Song.

When everyone was at a loss, they suddenly heard a cold voice humming a poignant song, which seemed to cleanse the sinful inn.

A young man walked in outside the inn. He smiled slightly, and there was a strong sense of loneliness between his picturesque eyebrows and eyes. Shengxue's white clothes were stained with fine white snow.

When did it snow outside and when did twilight fall? No one cared about this issue. Their eyes were all focused on the young man in white, but the young man didn't seem to be able to feel it.

When he entered the inn, he didn't say anything, and he didn't even order a pot of tea. He naturally saw the shopkeeper's body, and the sadness in his eyes made him look even more desolate and sad.

He sat on the stool that the old man sat on just now, and there was still warmth on it. The big man with a thick back was staring at him, but he found that this young man regarded him as nothing at all.

Suddenly there was another exclamation from the crowd: "He is also a member of the Quanquan Gang! Kill him quickly and avenge the people in the Angler!"

This kind of thing often happens in the world. When people are frightened, they are naturally easy to follow the wind and attack the needles.

This response was nothing more than that, and then someone echoed.

"Kill him! Kill him! We can't let them get away with it!"

But there was an opposite voice again: "Let's run, power can't afford to provoke us!"

"How can you run away! Didn't Xiao Qiushui, the hero back then..."

"There is only one Xiao Qiushui in the world."

There is indeed only one Xiao Qiushui in the world, but now no one knows where Xiao Qiushui has gone.

The discussion gradually faded away, and the big man's palm fell again and landed on the top of the young man's head, but he couldn't wave it down.

His wrist was clamped between two fingers, and his fate was already under the control of this young man.

What kind of kung fu is this?The speed of the shot is even less than the blink of an eye.

This is really not a lot of effort, this young man is just prepared.

The big man stared wide-eyed, and angrily said: "Who are you?!"

The young man loosened his fingers at the right time, not only didn't care, but looked down at the sword on the table. The deep black scabbard reflected the warm light of the oil lamp, as if it had come to life.

The sword was whistling, and the young man gave a low laugh.

"My surname is Fang, and my name is Xiezhen. I also have a name. You must have never heard of it."

"I don't care who you are! I'm going to kill you now!"

The big man didn't know the moment, he swept his body back three feet, slashed horizontally with the golden saber, slashing in anger, there is no way to speak.

Fang Xiezhen sighed helplessly, and caressed the scabbard with his palm, before the green light could bloom its unique brilliance, the light of the sword was already like a murderous poem.

The blood color became thicker, and the killing intent took off in the inn.

The big man fell to the ground with a clang, his saber was about to be swung halfway, but it was already intercepted by the sword energy.

Did Fang Xie really use his sword?

No one saw it.

How on earth was he defeated, and did he die again?

Of course he is still alive!

Fang Xie really doesn't like to kill people. The murder incident is helpless. He would rather write a good poem than kill people.

He glanced at the man coldly, then glanced lightly at the people present, hummed a lonely and melodious tune, and stepped into the Nuan Pavilion.

The inn once again regained its tranquility not long ago, how could they not know Fang Xie's real name.

Luoyang Little Devil, is he a member of the Power Gang?

Some people looked around, but they could no longer see the person who spoke just now.

The situation is getting weirder, why is this inn, and why Fang Xiezhen appears here in such a good way.

This matter had to start five days ago.

Conspiracy of the Three Coalitions

After one year, the case of the fourth son of Luoyang finally succeeded.

Fang Xiezhen bid farewell to Cui Lueshang and returned to the countryside. He said: "It's enough to roll around in the world of mortals, it's not as comfortable as the idle clouds and wild cranes."

Cui Lueshang stared at him in a daze, feeling quite touched. Fang Xie really shouldn't be buried. He thought so when we first met, but he didn't want to force him. He took a sip of wine and said, "You shouldn't have to go through these things. Your ambitions have not been exhausted, if you want to come out of the rivers and lakes again, come to the capital to find me, and I am waiting for my brother at any time!"

Fang Xiezhen glanced at Zhui Ming lazily, with a tired expression on his face. He didn't know whether it was because of this person or because of those things. He smiled slightly, calming down his slight sorrow.

"It's easy to be in the world and difficult to get out of the world. How can I wash it clean after making a mess of dust? Not to mention getting involved again, if the third brother needs me in the future, just ask me, and I will help you even if you are not far away."

It was because of Fang Xiezhen's promise at the beginning that these things happened later.

Fang Xiezhen never expected that because of Cui Lueshang, he would get involved in a more dangerous, bloodier and more disheartening case than the case of the Fourth Young Master.

The letter in his hand was scrawled, and the yellowish paper carried the fragrance of alcohol. Fang Xiezhen glanced at it, packed his bags in a hurry, and rushed to Bianliang.

The flames of war hadn't reached this point yet, two days and one night were spent at full speed, changing horses without changing people, until he entered the old building, seeing Cui Lueshang thinking hard, he took a breath, and then frowned and asked.

"Third Brother, why are you calling me so urgently?"

Cui Lueshang took a sip of wine, looked sideways at Fang Xiezhen, opened his mouth, couldn't help but took another sip of wine, and sighed deeply: "Have you heard of the Power Gang?"

Fang Xiezhen twitched his brows lightly. Just after hearing this, he felt a struggle in his heart, but he asked instead: "Do you know who owns the 'Nine Heavens, Ten Earths, and Nineteen Magic Needles' now?"

Cui Lueshang's eyes lit up, and when he was excited, he held Fang Xiezhen's thin shoulders tightly with both hands: "Brother, don't lie to me!"

Fang Xiezhen smiled faintly, his appearance was as light as a cloud, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"If the third brother came to me for something about the power gang, he would have to tell me what happened."

Cui Lueshang choked for a moment, remembering that things happened in a hurry, and the letter only wrote the word "help", he couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment, poured Fang Xiezhen a glass of warm water with a smile, and said.

"Earlier, when I went to Chengdu to handle a case, I had a drink with Liu Wu. At that time, I didn't know that he was Liu Suifeng, and I didn't even know that the power gang was preparing to seize the 'Token of Heroes of the World'."

Cui Lueshang remembered the past, his eyes darkened, he smiled, and then said: "I was still young at that time, and I didn't expect that it would end like that. This time, there are a large number of quacks who claim to be disciples of the Power Gang. You think that the Song army is fighting the Jin soldiers at this time, and the change in the capital is probably not good."

Fang Xiezhen listened quietly, shaking the water in the glass from time to time, his frowning brows were suddenly retracted slightly, and he said: "The capital has the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, Liufenbantang, Youqiao Group and your Shenhou Mansion, how can you be afraid?" Power Gang?"

Fang Xiezhen smiled, with handsome eyebrows flying, and walked to the window with his hands behind his back, ignoring Cui Lueshang's slightly surprised expression, with a slightly cynical look on his face, and then said: "Unless it is not the power gang, the power gang The leader of the Li gang will never allow his disciples to destroy their faith, just take Kangjin as an example, the power gang also contributed."

Cui Lueshang took a sip of wine, and the smile on his face became brighter: "That's right, even Manager Liu, who is considered exhaustive, would not do such a stupid thing, unless someone blames him!"

Fang Xiezhen thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Bravely framed blame will always be found out, if it is framed, what is the purpose? In my opinion, it is still open to discussion."

Cui Lueshang stepped forward quickly, put on Fang Xiezhen's shoulder again, and said sincerely: "This is why I invited my brother here."

Fang Xiezhen turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Save Zhui Ming's life?"

Cui Lueshang coughed lightly, laughed and said, "Right now the brothers are busy with their own business, and I will go to Jiangnan to handle a case, but the situation is urgent, I can only think of you."

Fang Xiezhen smiled, his depression and sadness dissipated with the wind, he put the hand on his shoulder, turned around, his clear eyes were full of sincerity.

"I will do what I promised you, and I will never refuse."

Cui Lueshang held that hand tightly, and the look in his eyes became brighter.

"Brother, I will come to help you in five days. When the sun goes down, come to Laifu Inn."

At sunset, Laifu Inn.

Fang Xiezhen didn't wait for Cui Lueshang to come, he knew that Cui Lueshang was not a bad person, and if he didn't come, there must be some delays.

Therefore, Fang Xiezhen did not continue to wait, and after the second scream, he stepped into the inn.

The scene in the inn was much better than he expected. When he was in Luoyang, what kind of tragedy had he never seen?

Now it's just that the Nuan Pavilion is stained with blood, and the shopkeeper is scared to death. It's really much better.

The sadness in my heart is hidden deep in my heart, and the gloom between my brows seems to be holding a thousand sorrows in my arms.

Bypassing the fallen man, he walked up the steps steadily, avoiding the crowd, and stood in front of the Nuan Pavilion.

Bloody smell lingered at the tip of the nose, mixed with the smell of minced liver, making it even more disgusting.

Fang Xiezhen seemed to be remembering the unpleasant past, his stomach was churning, his lips lost their blood, and they were tightly pressed into seams.

He closed his eyes, pushed open the door, and three beams of silver light flew out immediately, hitting the three acupoints of Skuanhui, Shangxing and Shenting.

Fang Xiezhen slashed with his horizontal sword, and swept his body to the right. The moment the white horse passed through the gap, the door of Nuan Pavilion closed.

This shocking change made everyone who fled in a hurry stunned, and it was this stunned that cut off the hope of life.

The flames soared into the sky, the crackling sound resounded throughout the capital, the red clouds were like blood, and the wanton flames spread mercilessly, mocking the stupidity of the world.