The Youth Dream of Wen Shu Qun He Hui

There is a green hill, no firewood

The rime condenses, and the snow floats on the river.

The tide of crossing the Hujiang River gradually subsided, the sinking boat leaned against the shore covered with snow, the sunset glowed red and glowing, and the red clouds in the sky looked like a beautiful woman, hiding a layer of mystery.

Xi Qiuya just stood by the river, looking down at the inch below his feet, as if he saw the blood from several years ago through the ankle-deep snow.

That's Xi Xiaofeng's blood, that's his elder brother's blood, he killed his elder brother himself before he became the owner of Xijiazhuang, No.11 is the owner of Xizhuang.

Xi Qiuya suddenly fell backwards to the ground, hugged his legs and shivered, his face was pale, his lips had lost all color, his eyes were dull and dull.

His illness seems to be more serious than it was a few years ago.

Since Xi Xiaofeng was killed, he has been ill, and he looks back on that broken dream every day and night.

The Dream Broken Knife is a broken dream.

Xi Xiaofeng's roar kept echoing in his ears, Xi Qiuya stood up abruptly, and ran downstream along the pine forest by the river.

The strong man following him was taken aback by this sudden change, and by the time he realized it, Xi Qiuya had disappeared.

Heart disease still needs heart medicine. In the battle of Dream Broken Knife, the living people suffered the most, and among the suffering people, only Xi Qiuya was the most unable to survive or die.

The new wind passing by his ears was like a sharp knife cutting his cheek. Xi Qiuya suddenly "whimpered" and fell down in the snow, blowing up snowflakes and hazy snow mist.

With traces of blood oozing from his cheek, Xi Qiuya raised his head, the expression of horror on his face was self-evident.

He turned over and sat on the ground, tried his best to restrain his trembling hands, and tightly grasped the worn-out knife at his waist.

His eyes were lost, only the darts embedded in the pines in front of his eyes told him what happened.

Another round of assassination, Xi Qiuya jumped up suddenly, holding a knife in both hands, and slashed wildly at the flying snow and falling pine trees.

He yelled: "Come out! You are the wronged soul of the eldest brother, right! Back then I had no other choice!"

There was no movement, and still no one responded.

Xi Xiaofeng fell into the river, logically speaking, he should have died. Tie Shou, Leng Xue, Xiaozhen and Xi Meihong who witnessed the tragedy all those years ago thought that Xi Xiaofeng was dead, except Xi Qiuya.

Xi Qiuya, who has been tortured, now has more and more severe epilepsy, and he is suspicious all day long. After learning that Xiaozhen and Tie Shou are married, he even lingers in front of the gate of hell several times.

The roar continued, Xi Qiuya threw himself forward and pulled out the silver dart with all his strength, blood dripped down, and there was no trace in an instant.

Xi Qiuya was terrified, he was panting rapidly, his pale cheeks were already stained with a sickly red, he was restless, very disturbed, and he suddenly calmed down again amidst the restlessness.

He thought of the changes in the village in the past few years, he thought of the young master who had been chosen by his own clan, and now he has become one of the eight sword kings.

What else did he think of?

Thinking of myself now is like a puppet!

Thinking of how such a self can revitalize Xijiazhuang.

The green hills are still there, but there is no firewood to burn them.

Xi Qiuya was immersed in his thoughts, and the bitterness in his heart temporarily covered up his panic and uneasiness, and he didn't even notice that someone was slowly approaching behind him.

Stepping on the snow, with a hoarse voice, gray clothes and black robes, ferocious smiles, ferocious scars, and a dream-like face, it is daunting.

Xi Qiuya turned around abruptly, startled, and suddenly regained his usual elegance. He wiped away the bloodstains on his cheeks, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Fourth Uncle, have you found out who did the theft?"

The person who came was the general manager of Xijiazhuang, and also Xi Qiuya's fourth uncle - Xi Fengliang.

Xi Fengliang is considered to be the only living member of the Xi family lineage of the previous generation, and he is also the most respected elder of Xi Qiuya.

It is said that the scar on his face was left by Xi Jiujing, the father who rescued Xi Qiuya. He is the benefactor of Xi Qiuya's family, but he has never cared about the world. Decadent, he will not choose to return.

Xi Fengliang smiled, and this smile made the ugly scar even more terrifying. The theft case half a month ago was a knot in his heart. Considering that it was inconvenient to report the crimes of the insider, and Xi Fenggu, the manager, was missing, For a moment, I had no idea.

However, he didn't seem to want Xi Qiuya to interfere too much, so he sighed: "Don't worry, the owner, I can do it myself. The wound on your face is...?"

Xi Qiuya held the Dream Broken Knife tightly, as if this was the only way to suppress the fear in his heart, he wiped off the bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "He, he is here again! He is not dead, fourth uncle, you believe me , Brother, he is really still alive!"

Xi Fengliang looked at Xi Qiuya worriedly, hesitated to speak, and finally bowed his head slightly, letting his long gray hair fall down, covering his terrifying face.

Xi Fengliang suddenly waved his palm and patted Xi Qiuya's left shoulder. Xi Qiuya couldn't stand steadily, and retreated with his feet, turning his body half a circle, with his back facing Xi Fengliang.

It is taboo to open the back, Xi Qiuya suddenly exclaimed when he was at a loss: "Fourth Uncle!"

Xi Fengliang took a deep breath, and put his palms on his not so strong back.

Xi Qiuya suddenly felt a warm current melt into his blood, his mind became clear, and the madness gradually faded away.

When Xi Qiuya was falling into this short lucidity, Xi Fengliang's slightly deep voice came from behind him.

"Master, there are two guests in the manor. You should meet them. You need to control the overall situation. No matter whether Xiaofeng is alive or dead, you are the only owner of the villa now."

These words fell into Xi Qiuya's ears like thunder.

He thought: Yes, I am the owner of the village. There is only one owner of Xijiazhuang. Why should I be afraid of him? I shouldn’t be afraid of him!

Xi Fengliang looked at Xi Qiuya's clenched fists, and smiled even more ferociously.

Xi Qiuya is still the same Xi Qiuya, pure and cowardly.

Such a person happens to be the owner of the Xi family village, and there are no cowards in the Xi family.

No one could see the firmness in the trainee Qiuya's eyes, Xi Qiuya regained his sanity and rearranged his clothes.

Seeing Xi Qiuya like this, Xi Fengliang smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Would the owner ask who is here?"

Xi Qiuya frowned, quickened his pace a little, and said in a bad tone, "Could it be two of the four famous arresters again?"

Xi Fengliang shook his head, but did not answer.

The person who came was not one of the four famous arresters, but perhaps someone more difficult to deal with than the four famous arresters.

The two are not dead, and their souls have not returned

The day is not the day, the evening is not evening.

Rain does not rain, snow does not snow.

In front of Xijiazhuang, two figures, one white and one black, were riding on horses.

No, it's sitting and lying down.

These two people are naturally Fang Xiezhen and who am I who came from the capital.

The fire burned all night, but there was always something that the fire could not clean.

When who am I jumped down to remove and bury the bones of those unknown quacks in the ruins, Fang Xiezhen found a piece of scrap iron.

Perhaps that piece of scrap iron was originally a knife, but after being burned by the fire, it has become useless scrap iron.

Fang Xiezhen stared at the piece of scrap iron in a daze, and he only withdrew his thoughts when he couldn't see who I was and pushed him.

At that time, he seemed to only ask: "Are you going?"

Who am I to look over in a daze: "Where are you going?"

Fang Xiezhen smiled: "Xijiazhuang."

So, they came to Xijiazhuang together.

But when I got here, I was told that the owner of the village had gone out and hadn't returned.

Because of my temper that I am afraid that the world will not be chaotic, I can't wait to rush in and ask Master Xi to find out. He only thinks that is Xi Qiuya's excuse to avoid seeing him.

But Fang Xiezhen glanced lightly, and then rode back on his horse, looking like he planned to wait at the door until dark.

Who am I? I have nowhere to vent my anger. I rolled my strange eyes and lay on my back on the horse. I squinted at the stone steps inside the door, which were as white as crystal. On the eaves, underground.

It can be seen that Master Xi is a person who likes elegance.

Who am I to see only so much.

At that time, the strong man guarding the gate was yawning, looking bored, staring at who am I.

Who am I? Suddenly sat up, drove the horse back a few steps, and was parallel to Fang Xiezhen.

The two of them didn't say anything along the way. Who am I? I couldn't hold back right now. I lay back on the horse's back with my hand as a pillow, and looked at Fang Xiezhen in a comfortable position.

He asked: "Xiao Fang, I remember you said that Xijiazhuang would not sit idly by, so why did you come to Xijiazhuang?"

Fang Xiezhen looked at the rime brushing the water, the setting sun was sinking, and the gloom was shining between his eyebrows. He casually threw the piece of scrap iron to who am I, and said lightly: "Look at this."

Who am I to catch it in a hurry, rubbing the small words on the scrap iron with my fingertips, and then looked at the heavy plaque in front of Xijiazhuang, raised my eyebrows: "I still don't understand."

Only then did Fang Xiezhen lower his eyes to see who I am. He stretched out his hand, flicked his fingernails lightly, and the scrap iron suddenly bounced off, revealing half of the white silk.

Obviously Fang Xiezhen had already seen the half of the white silk, who am I who suddenly felt a little annoyed, he thought: This kid didn't tell me!

Who am I, squinted my eyes, quickly took out the white silk, carefully looked at the strings of teeny-headed small letters, the more I looked at them, the more I frowned, and at the end, I couldn't help shouting: "Xi Xiaofeng is still alive?!"

Fang Xiezhen also asked his eyebrows, and hummed lightly as a response: "This is Xi Xiaofeng's letter of appointment to Xi Fenggu. Xi Xiaofeng has made enough puppet himself, and it seems that he wants his brother to have a taste of it." .”

Who am I? After being shocked for a moment, I came back to my senses: "But could this be before Xi Xiaofeng died..."

Fang Xie really cut it off: "No."

"No! He has no chance at all! He is really alive, it's true!"

Fang Xie hadn't finished speaking the truth when he heard a roar not far away.

He and who am I looked sideways, and saw Xi Qiuya in a brocade robe trembling uncontrollably with his head in his arms, as if he was going through a huge torment. Mental torment is always the most destructive to human will, and it is also the most terrifying.

Xi Qiuya had obviously had enough of this excitement.

Xi Fengliang, who was behind him, raised his hand quickly when he saw this, and pressed his palm to Xi Qiuya's vest again, transmitting his true energy.

Xi Fengliang looked coldly at who Fang Xiezhen and I were, and scolded in a deep voice: "Who are you? If you came to Xijiazhuang for this matter, then please go back!"

At this time, Fang Xiezhen and who am I have already dismounted.

Who am I? He waved his fist carelessly, and said unceremoniously: "Who am I? He is Fang Xiezhen. You old man is in a hurry to drive us away. Did you do something wrong?"

Fang Xiezhen shook his head, stepped forward, folded his sleeves and cupped his hands, but said lightly: "I don't want to bother you, I just want to ask here."

When Xi Fengliang first heard who I was, he raised his eyebrows, and then listened to Fang Xiezhen's words, and looked at Xi Qiuya's face.Only then said in a deep voice, "Ask!"

Fang Xiezhen smiled, keeping his eyes on Xi Qiuya, and said, "Has Guizhuang been stolen recently?"

Xi Fengliang was startled, thinking how could others know such secrets!

Therefore, the half-closed eyes are more dangerous, he said: "I'm afraid it's not convenient to talk here."

Who am I to look at Fang Xiezhen, then at Xi Fengliang, withdrew his fist, and suddenly smiled: "Then please find a convenient place, senior, so that we can talk conveniently."

Xi Fengliang looked down at Xi Qiuya who was gradually calming down, sighed helplessly, nodded, and said, "Come with me."

Who am I with my hands behind my head, swaggeringly followed Xi Fengliang into Xijiazhuang.

The layout of Xijiazhuang is not much different from what he imagined. The ancient trees cover the sky on both sides, the cold wind blows, the snow hits the face, and the red plums bloom. It is very beautiful, but I don't know how to appreciate it.

On the other hand, Fang Xie really suppressed his sorrow, smiled slightly, held his sword behind him, and casually followed behind the two of the Xi family. That confident smile made me feel suspicious.

Fang Xie really found out what was wrong?

Three answers and questions, do you know

On the fine sandalwood table, the stove has been smoked, who am I and Fang Xiezhen are sitting facing each other, Xi Qiuya's eyes are like torches, but he only stares at Xu Yan of the charcoal fire.

At the moment, there are only the sound of breathing in the house, and the "cracking" sound of burning charcoal fire.

No one spoke until Xi Fengliang sent the servant outside the door and walked back to Xi Qiuya.

"You say that big brother is still alive, what's the evidence!"

It was Xi Qiuya who spoke, and it was Xi Qiuya who was most concerned about this matter. At this moment, Xi Qiuya was no longer the elegant nobleman in the past. When he mentioned Xi Xiaofeng, he wished he could kill himself with a knife.

But he is also afraid of death, no one is not afraid of death.

Who am I to hand over the white silk, Xi Fengliang looked at it first, then his face changed, he looked at Xi Qiuya worriedly, but remained silent.

Xi Qiuya stared at the writing on the white silk, it was undoubtedly Xi Xiaofeng's handwriting, the elder brother who taught him calligraphy and knife since childhood, how could Xi Qiuya forget this handwriting!

He was really sure that Xi Xiaofeng was still alive, but Xi Qiuya was not so scared anymore. He held the white silk tightly in his hand, took a deep breath, and let out all the stale air.

Xi Qiuya said: "You are right, Xijiazhuang was indeed stolen, but what does it have to do with elder brother's life or death?"

Fang Xiezhen looked at Xi Qiuya, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes. He had heard Cui Lueshang mention the battle of the Dream Broken Knife, and he only felt sorry for Xi Qiuya.

Now that I really see Xi Qiuya, Fang Xiezhen doesn't feel much. There are always some things that need to be borne by someone, just like the unsolved case that Cui Lueshang left for him before he disappeared. Even if he didn't want to get involved, he had to be tough Scalp to detect.

Fang Xiezhen sighed softly, and explained patiently: "This thing is a relic of Xi Fenggu in Guizhuang. I think he will not do nothing after receiving Xi Xiaofeng's commission. As for why I said expensive Zhuang was stolen because..."

"Because Laifu Inn is originally an inn under Xijiazhuang!" Who am I to drink tea, suddenly cut off Fang Xiezhen's words, and raised my eyebrows at Fang Xiezhen by the way.

Fang Xiezhen glanced at it, and spread his hands to signal him to continue, but he sat up straight and looked at the green bamboo by the window, as if he was out of the matter for a moment.

Who am I? I touched my nose, so I could only continue to say: "Yesterday, a fire broke out in the Laifu Inn, and Xi Fenggu died tragically in the Nuan Pavilion. Xiaofang and I rushed here to tell you the news. What Xi Fenggu did, must have lost a large number of guns!"

Xi Qiuya and Xi Fengliang looked at each other, only Xi Fengliang pressed Xi Qiuya's shoulder and said, "How did the two young heroes know that we were stolen?"

Fang Xiezhen smiled, and his shrewd eyes fell on Xi Fengliang's ugly face: "I guessed it, but it seems that I guessed it right."

Who am I laughed a few times, stroked his chin and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite smart. On the way here, I only heard that something was lost in Xijiazhuang, but you knew it was."

Fang Xiezhen withdrew his gaze, and said coldly: "You also said that Laifu Inn is the site of Xijiazhuang, and the people in Xijiazhuang who can do things there are most likely. Those who died in vain may be Xijiazhuang. The person Xiaofeng wanted to kill a long time ago."

Who am I nodded and said: "That's right, it's a pity that Xi Fenggu was killed by an inhuman old man before he acted. In addition, when I passed by the backyard just now, I smelled a familiar scent. It stands to reason □□The taste should be the same, but this one is different, and it must be the same as those at the Laifu Inn."

Hearing this, Xi Fengliang's gray messy hair became even more scattered. He looked at the two young men in front of him with a penetrating gaze, and said, "That's the smell of wine."

Who am I? My eyes widened: "Wine?"

Xi Fengliang nodded: "Xijiazhuang's wine has always been placed in a jar filled with wine. The ninth owner of the village is addicted to alcohol and almost died of alcohol. uncomfortable."

Who am I and Fang Xiezhen were silent, and even Xi Qiuya showed a strange expression, which shows how ridiculous Xi Jiujing was back then.

Xi Fengliang seemed to remember something, and suddenly asked: "How could Xi Fenggu die so tragically?"

Who am I? I shook my head, with a solemn expression: "We don't know much, we only know that an old man pretending to be Mr. Shen killed him."

After Xi Qiuya heard this, he snorted angrily: "Since he obeyed the order of the elder brother to steal the village and blow up the inn, he must have been silenced by the elder brother!"

Fang Xiezhen frowned: "No, he died before the inn caught fire. Some people say it was the ghost of the power gang."

"Power Gang!" Xi Fengliang turned pale with shock, took two steps back, and suddenly covered the scar on his face. This tough old man seemed to remember the sad past, and curled up his fingers.

"If it's the power gang, then it's not surprising." Xi Fengliang said with a sad smile.

It's really not surprising, the power gang is the largest gang in the world, and what they do is extremely cruel.

Back then, the Huanhua Sword Stove was completely burned down by a big fire, and many sects, big and small, were wiped out.

Now, what's the point of burning down an inn?

Fang Xiezhen subconsciously touched the iron flute in his arms, which was given to him by Chi Rimu before his death. He never left his body, and he dared not leave it. He suddenly understood why this incident was aimed at him.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became colder, and he said: "We are here to hope that Master Xi can help us attract Xi Xiaofeng, and maybe we can know who the old man is from him. As for whether it is the work of the power gang, we can't yet Sure."

"If you are not sure, of course you can't do it casually, even if you are not a good person, you can't let him be wronged." Who am I, threw the peanut shell casually, and said while eating.

Xi Qiuya naturally understood who Fang Xiezhen and I meant, he stood up suddenly, with a firm fire in his eyes.

"Okay! I also want to know where the eldest brother is. I have a solution, as long as you two believe me!"

Xi Fengliang looked at Xi Qiuya, with a hint of old comfort in his smile, he retreated behind the curtain, clutching his painful scar.

Heart disease requires heart medicine, and Xi Qiuya's medicine is the answer Fang Xiezhen and who am I want to know.