The Youth Dream of Wen Shu Qun He Hui

feelings at that time

The light and shadow gradually dimmed, the corridors of the stone hall gradually widened, and the lacquer paintings on the two walls seemed to be alive. In the dark stone hall, someone lit a fire pocket and lit the oil lamps all the way.

Where does the long and narrow road lead? Only the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty stone hall.

The murals enclosing the entire stone palace tell a long story.

How can such a simple story be painted to fill the entire stone palace?

Three men and one stone, what can happen?

Everyone is looking for treasures, shuttling back and forth between the main hall and the side halls.

Fang Xiezhen had no interest in treasures at all. After holding his sword, he studied the lacquer paintings on the wall with the gradually brighter lights.

The stone hall is empty, if there is anything worthy of careful study by people like Fang Xiezhen, it is probably only this mural.

Although it has been three generations, the lacquer painting is still clear. It is not difficult to see that the resin used is of the highest quality. The gold, silver, orpiment, and jade inlaid in the painting are also rare, which shows how much effort the owner of this stone palace has exhausted.

Fang Xie really couldn't help but want to touch the painting, but when he raised his hand, he was stopped by a gentle force. He looked sideways, and it was Fang Zhenmei's gentle smile that caught his eyes.

But Fang Zhenmei smiled and said: "Aren't you going to hunt for treasure with them?"

Fang Xiezhen glanced lazily at the main hall, and said, "I'd rather appreciate paintings than treasure hunting."

Fang Zhenmei's smile came into his eyes, he let go of Fang Xiezhen's wrist, looked up at the paintings on the wall, and exclaimed: "It is indeed more interesting to appreciate the paintings."

Fang Xiezhen smiled slightly, looking at the painting with an indescribable brilliance, Fang Xiezhen immersed in calligraphy and painting, made him look more like a frail scholar with a white head and empty clothes.

Fang Xiezhen asked, "Does Hero Fang know what kind of story this is?"

Fang Zhenmei smiled brightly: "I'm not a hero, you can call me Fang Zhenmei or the God of Wealth, I'm afraid we have to go to the main hall to see this story."

Fang Xiezhen smiled, looked away from the mural, and followed Fang Zhenmei's footsteps to the main hall.

There are not many people in the main hall now, and the further you walk in, the more people feel that this stone hall was built for people to live in.

There is a wine cellar in the side hall on the left, and Cui Lueshang, who am I, and Shen Taigong are working on something inside.

The side hall on the right looks more like an armory, with all kinds of swords and hidden weapons. Next to the armory is a study room, which does not seem to have many ancient books.

Fang Xiezhen and Fang Zhenmei were more or less disappointed, they smiled at each other, and their eyes returned to the painting in the main hall.

The mural depicts a boy in white with a long knife standing opposite to a man in green with two swords on his back. The boy in white is full of anger, while the man in green is smiling.

The picture turned again, and the two fought. Every move made Xi Qiuya and Guo Aobai feel very familiar, but there was nothing different.

Xi Qiuya pinned the Broken Dream Knife to his waist, pointed at the sword technique of the boy in white, and said, "This is the starting move of the Lost Soul Saber technique, how could it be drawn here? I still remember what my late father said when he was drunk. , This set of saber techniques came after Grandpa reinvented it."

Hearing this, Guo Aobai's eyes suddenly lit up. He leaned towards the man in green on the mural, squinted his eyes and took a closer look: "This swordsman is my grandfather, there is absolutely no mistake."

Xi Qiuya frowned and looked at Guo Aobai, and murmured blankly, "Then could this swordsman be my grandfather? My grandfather passed away when I was born."

The content of the mural was not over yet, Fang Xiezhen and Fang Zhenmei naturally heard their conversation, and they both secretly thought about it.

The white-clothed boy and the green-clothed man fought dozens of tricks, but were interrupted by a kid in a purple suit who was good at concealing weapons and had a smug smile on his face.

The three of them did not know each other like this. The man and the young man took the children to start their adventures in the rivers and lakes, singing and riding horses, smiling proudly, accompanied by swords and swords every night, learning from each other, the young man became a young man, the purple-clothed child Also grow up gradually.

The white-clothed swordsman likes to compete with others, and a set of soul-destroying swordsmanship makes people daunting. The green-clothed swordsman often sits on a tree and watches the white-clothed man practicing his sword, and the purple-clothed boy practicing hidden weapon techniques and peerless lightness skills.

The face of the man in Tsing Yi was a bit lonely. Seeing this place, Guo Aobai felt that the person painted in this mural was his grandfather—Guo Chenghu.

Later, the white-clothed swordsman returned to Guanzhong, and the purple-clothed boy also returned to Shuzhong. Guo Chenghu wandered alone in the rivers and lakes. By chance, he met a woman in Jiangnan, and fell in love at first sight. This woman later became his wife and gave birth to him. A son, who later became the master of Hanying Castle——Guo Tianding.

The woman led Guo Chenghu to Jinshan Temple and presented the strange stone hidden there to Guo Chenghu as a token.

Guo Chenghu's heart was moved, how can a poor family not be calm and calm when they get such a noble daughter?

Guo Chenghu has no relatives in his family, and only the swordsman in white and the boy in purple came to get married.

Although the two of them toasted the wine with smiles on their faces, they both had a forced smile on their face.

Later, Guo Chenghu cut off four pieces of the strange stone and presented them to the two brothers.

The white-clothed swordsman turned strange iron into a precious sword, which was the dream-breaking knife on Xi Qiuya's waist.

The purple-clothed boy turned strange iron into darts, Liu Suifeng suddenly smiled sincerely when he saw this.

The identities of the white-clothed swordsman and the purple-clothed boy were revealed without notice. Who else could it be except Xi Benlong and Tang Gong?

This stone palace records the meeting and acquaintance of the three brothers. This is a treasure deep in Guo Chenghu's memory.

Hidden among strange rocks and precious stones,

Goshawks are forever worried.

If one day the mountains and rivers are swaying,

Don't ask who it belongs to.

Today see through the world of mortals,

How can broken dreams laugh at him?

I hope you will not change your past aspirations,

The end of the world is next to white flowers on the temples.

Fang Zhenmei suddenly recalled this ballad, and said with emotion: "I am afraid that Mr. Guo recalled his past in his later years and remembered the years of Xiaoao Jianghu, so he painted this memory as a treasure here."

Guo Aobai's eyes sparkled, and he said: "I think the ballad of grandpa really keeps us from changing our minds, grandpa is indifferent by nature but superb in swordsmanship, and it was my father who was unwilling to be buried, so he created Hanying Castle 35 years ago. "

Xi Qiuya clenched the Dream Broken Knife tightly, and his brows were still frowning: "It's a pity that Grandpa became the Dream Broken Knife. Not long after he became the number one master in Guanzhong, he suddenly became violent."

Liu Suifeng smiled: "It's a pity that Master has refined thousands of death-defying darts, and in the end he didn't send that dart to Grandma Tang."

Liu Suifeng's smile was as gentle as the wind, he suddenly stroked the dream-breaking knife painted on the mural, touched the magic dart, and said lightly: "I heard Master talk about this stone palace earlier, I thought there would really be a treasure .”

"There are indeed treasures here." Fang Xiezhen's voice came from behind the wall.

Liu Suifeng raised his eyebrows and rushed away, everyone's eyes were attracted by Fang Xiezhen's words, even the three people in the wine cellar came out at the same time.

It turned out that when Liu Suifeng pressed the Dream Broken Knife on the mural, a secret door opened, and Fang Xiezhen was the first to see the inconspicuous secret door.

When Fang Xiezhen walked in, he saw half a strange stone on the stone bank inside the secret door. It was an iron stone, rough to the touch, and the same material as the eagle on the lock of the stone palace door.

Perhaps the remaining odd iron might be a treasure.

Fang Xiezhen said this sentence casually while thinking this way, and before he finished speaking, many people surrounded him, scrambling to touch the legendary strange iron.

Who am I and stared: "This is the treasure that caused us to come and go in the fire?"

Cui Lueshang rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "Maybe this treasure can make a second Dream Broken Knife, or does Manager Liu want to make another pair of inn Qingqingshen Darts?"

Liu Suifeng said with a half smile but not a smile: "That's exactly what I mean."

Li Chenzhou put one hand on Liu Suifeng's shoulder, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I don't need it."

Fang Xiezhen looked down at Qi Tie, and remembered the poem that Fang Zhenmei had just recited, with a faint look of embarrassment overflowing between his brows, and suddenly murmured: "The most difficult thing to give up is probably the kind of feelings at that time."

The feelings of wandering rivers and lakes.

The feelings of shoulder to shoulder with the world.

The feeling of being proud of the world of mortals.

Swords come and go, what is the most important feeling deep in memory?

Li Chenzhou can understand the loneliness of the pinnacle of power, so he said, there is no need.

Liu Suifeng may not be willing to turn his hands over clouds and rain, but what more could he wish for if he could follow his elder brother, Sister Zhao?

Punishing rape and eradicating evil and doing the right way, Cui Lue's businessman is unruly, able to eliminate harm for the people and make the truth known to the world, this is his happiest thing.

The prodigal son has no roots, and Fang Xie is really worried and indifferent. It is not that important to him to be able to clarify the filth of the world.

Jiangnan talented Fang Zhenmei, he has friends, a confidant, and who am I and Taigong Shen will never leave his company. This is already something to be happy about.

Treasures may be dispensable to them, or they may satisfy their curiosity, at least they understand why they came here.

But Xi Qiuya and Guo Aobai couldn't let go of it. The grievances and resentments of their grandfather's generation and the origin of the Dream Broken Knife stirred up thousands of waves in their hearts.

Xi Qiuya looked at who am I and Fang Xiezhen, with grateful eyes, saluted respectfully, and said sincerely: "Thank you for your help in the past few days, Xijiazhuang still has family affairs to deal with, I have to go back immediately."

Xi Qiuya paused, looked at the last mural, and said to Guo Aobai: "When I rebuild Xijiazhuang, maybe our two families can rebuild the old one."

Guo Aobai smiled, held Xi Qiuya's hand, and said with his jaw: "It will definitely!"

Do you still remember the ruggedness of the past, the road leader was sleepy and hesitated.

In the last painting, when Xi Benlong's dream-breaking knife slashes at Guo Chenghu's shoulder, will he think of his feelings at that time again?

Two have wine today

"When you get it, you can sing and lose it. If you are sad, you will hate it. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be sad tomorrow."

"It's my luck to get it, but it's my life to lose it. If you want to take my life, take the good wine!"

"Go, go, go, good wine, good wine... Hey, where's the wine!"

Cui Lueshang and Hukou chanted poems, shaking the empty wine jar from side to side, showing his drunkenness.

Cui Lueshang's reputation of not getting drunk after a thousand cups is spread all over the world, but few people know that if he wants to get drunk, he can get drunk in three or two cups.

Now, his eyes are drunk and he is reciting poems in a strange mood. When he was about to pick up a jar of wine, he found that the wine was in the arms of who am I.

Cui Lueshang found that since he settled Hanying Castle and met who am I, his wine became more and more insufficient.

When seeing one's own wine fall into someone else's mouth, the feeling is really sadder than a cat's paw scratching one's heart.

Who am I who got Fang Xiezhen drunk and was complacent, when he suddenly heard Cui Lueshang's crooked poems, he couldn't help but take a few jars of wine, piled them crookedly in his arms, and put them on the table.

Who am I, chewing peanuts with shells, and teasingly said: "Yo ~ Since the third master said so, I will take your life to eat without hesitation!"

Cui Lueshang threw an empty altar over, raised his eyebrows and hiccupped: "Don't be afraid! The third master is out of wine, and the world is trembling three times. No matter what, there is no shortage of good wine."

Who am I to catch the wine jar with my hand, and smiled cheerfully: "It is said that the third master will not get drunk after a thousand cups, but I think that's just the case. If there is a chance, we can compete!"

Cui Lueshang stepped on the table with one foot, one leg across the stool, and nestled in the wicker chair with his whole body. He took out the wine gourd and sipped a few mouthfuls of wine before lazily saying, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders!"

The two laughed a few times, and suddenly Fang Zhenmei brought a basin of clear water from outside.

It turned out that he had just sent the drunk Mr. Shen back to the guest room, and then remembered that Fang Xiezhen had been drunk badly by who am I, and he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly when he heard these two drunkards make an appointment for a drink when he first entered the door.

Fang Zhenmei bypassed Cui Lueshang and who am I, and went straight to Fang Xiezhen. What I have to say is that after several conversations with Fang Xiezhen in the stone palace, the two white-clothed youths surnamed Fang unexpectedly had the same aura, just like those two Like a drunkard, there seems to be endless words between them.

Fang Zhenmei, a talented scholar from the south of the Yangtze River, and Fang Xiezhen, a scholar and swordsman, naturally have more conversations than drunkards.

Fang Zhenmei wiped the face of Fang Xiezhen who was drunk and dizzy, then turned to smile at who I am: "How dare you say that the third master can't hold alcohol, I don't know who was drunk last night..."

Fang Zhenmei shut up at the right time. Who am I blushed? I don't know if it was drunk or ashamed. He scratched his head and jumped up suddenly. It's easy to find under the table! Hahaha!"

Who am I, turned into anger, and slapped Cui Lueshang on the back with a slap. He glanced at Fang Xiezhen who was frowning, and suddenly remembered something, and changed the subject in time: "Heroes in the past can't be shown, why don't you look at Xiao Fang, Only three jars of wine were poured."

Fang Zhen's eyebrows were stunned unconsciously, he looked down at Xiao Fangzheng who opened his eyes, his eyes were hazy from drunk, but his eyes were clear.

Fang Zhenmei smiled slightly, but did not speak, only listening to Fang Xiezhen leisurely said: "After all, I haven't slept under the table yet."

Cui Lueshang rubbed his back, suddenly hearing this familiar voice, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Thousands of miles of floating clouds, blue waves and thousands of hectares, the light of stars and lakes under the curtain, a ray of lovesickness ravages the soul, and the slightest lingering memory of the past.

At present, the rivers and lakes are far away, and the north of Bianliang City is drinking with cold cups. I smile and feel how lucky the people are in this world.

The ups and downs will always pass away, why not compare your heart to your heart and be happy, Shuanghua Lenglu will age prematurely, why not grasp the true feelings at this moment.

The storms in the arena never stop. Others may regard them as lunatics and fools, but they are indeed real heroes.

Having experienced too many ups and downs in the world, their aging hearts highlighted their youth even more. This laughter came from the happiness in their hearts, and that song sang all over the world.

Sometimes heroes are nothing more than ordinary people. Having wine and friends is happiness, and this moment is the time to laugh.

Fang Xiezhen took the wet cloth from Fang Zhenmei, wiped his face vigorously, and felt the cold water seeping into his slightly hot cheeks, dispelling a lot of drunkenness.

He took a deep breath, looked at the three people, and said with a smile: "When we meet, there is always parting. I should leave tomorrow."

Cui Lueshang waved the wine gourd, sighed with a wry smile: "There is always a time for parting when we get together, brother Fang, are you still planning to go back to Luoyang?"

Fang Xiezhen frowned and thought for a while, and was silent for a while.

Fang Zhenmei twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "If Xiao Fang is not afraid of trouble, why not come with me and that one."

Fang Xiezhen raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "What?"

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, I winked at Cui Lueshang, but what I said was for Fang Xiezhen: "It depends on whether you are afraid of trouble. There are several gangs emerging in Jiangnan. People have traveled all over the world, but the rivers and lakes will never be peaceful."

Cui Lueshang looked at me and didn't know who I was at first, he wiped the stubble on his chin thoughtfully, and suddenly laughed, "So those gangs are in trouble again?"

Fang Zhenmei nodded, poured a glass of wine, and said: "That's right, when I was in Hanying Castle a few days ago, Brother Guo received a secret letter in which the young master of the Chuyun Gang died unexpectedly. For this reason, the leader of the Wu Sect even wantonly insulted those newly-emerged small factions after the death of Young Master Chuyun, and no less than a thousand people were killed, and their death conditions were similar, with red spots between their brows and dark purple all over their bodies."

When Fang Zhenmei said this, his complexion became more and more serious. Who am I slammed the table and shouted: "Damn it! Let me know who the leader of the Ukrainian sect is. I'm sure his parents won't know him even if he punches him!"

Fang Xiezhen pursed his lips tightly, and suddenly said: "Yunnan gangs often use poison cups to harm people. I was also in danger of suffering this kind of disaster when I was fighting with Jin Shiyin at the Eastern Jidong Post Station."

Fang Zhenmei said seriously: "Jin Shiyin is the deputy head of the Money Gang. He was originally from Yunnan. It is not surprising that he knows some cup skills. Before the former leader of the Wujiao retired, he was once known as the 'Wan Cup Killer', and no one under his sect Not good at poisons, what's more, he treats himself as a worm to refine poisons."

Cui Lueshang was startled, and couldn't help saying: "If you can be so cruel to yourself, let alone others."

Fang Zhenmei smiled and said: "That's exactly the case, so all the big and small factions in the Jiangnan area are terrified and anxious every day, for fear that they will be the next one to suffer. Originally, Brother Guo planned to be invited to the meeting to help all the people in the south of the Yangtze River. The gang helped, but Hanying Fort was damaged this time, everything cannot be separated from him, and Mr. Shen has to go back to take care of Xiaoxue, and only me and that plan to go."

"I'll go too." Fang Xiezhen stood up suddenly, looking at Fang Zhenmei with firmness that could not be rejected.

Fang Zhenmei smiled knowingly, and thought to himself: Since ancient times, heroes have been born as teenagers, how can a peerless man bear to hear that innocent people are being killed.

Cui Lueshang looked at the three of them, and he also wanted to help. He was very uncomfortable with the unclear and provocative eyes of who I am, and then he slapped the table and got up, and smiled: "I don't think the God of Wealth would mind having one more person with me." Go, wait for me to return to Shenhou Mansion to report to Uncle Shi, and then I will catch up with you!"

"Okay! Waiting for you!" Who am I, with sword eyebrows flying on my temples, and Cui Lueshang clapped hands together.

Cui Lueshang held Fang Xiezhen's hand again, and who am I held Fang Zhenmei again.

The four hands are tightly held together, which is an agreement from today, shoulder to shoulder tomorrow.

The rivers and lakes are in trouble, how can a child of the rivers and lakes sit idly by.

There is wine today, and you need to get drunk today to worry about it and comment on it tomorrow.

Take wine as a song, telling the full story of the vicissitudes of life, snow, rain, wind and frost.

Longtan and tiger's lair, if you lose to the enemy, clap your hands and make an alliance.

How can I forget the feelings at that time.

You need to cherish the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes.