The Youth Dream of Wen Shu Qun He Hui

one thing is another

The spring is cold and cold, and the snow is clear at the beginning of the day.

Who am I? Standing on the bank of the river, staring at the ice floes on the river, a ray of setting sun rises in the east, half a silk of frost and mist is misty.

The snow is clear at the beginning of the day, and the haze is gradually dissipating. Who am I has sentimental emotions in my heart, and my expression is also a little sad.

In the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes, drinking and singing, he missed the days of drinking and eating fish with Shen Taigong and Fang Zhenmei more and more, but now not only Shen Taigong is missing, but Fang Zhenmei is also missing.

Next to the Laifu Inn, seeing that white-clothed man with erratic lightness at first glance, he almost thought it was Fang Zhenmei. After seeing the appearance clearly and hearing the voice clearly, I could only smile wryly.

This young man in white looks no worse than Fang Zhenmei, but he is too young, different indifferent, different in arrogance, with the same surname Fang, and also has no clothes to change.

Fang Xie really couldn't be Fang Zhenmei.

Who am I sighed, and white mist floated out of his mouth.

The sun is rising, the sky is clear, and the snow is beginning to clear.

Chuqing, Chuqing, Chuqing...

Who am I? Recalling so many past events, how much he wants to sing a passionate song at this moment, how much he wants to drink a pot of mellow and strong wine. He has thought more than once, if there is a woman who admires him by his side, why not He picked a flower, leaned on his burly chest, and listened to him tell the past of the righteous world.

Who am I longing for this kind of life, but he can't let go of the time he spent fighting for justice with Fang Zhenmei and Shen Taigong.

Who am I suddenly clenched his fists, snorting in a nasal voice, and was about to roar out words that moved the world with lofty ambitions, but was interrupted by bursts of noise.

Who am I? Turned around angrily, but saw two strong men from Xijiazhuang walking towards this place with shovels and long knives.

Who am I frowned, leaned over the tree, and listened intently while holding my breath.

"Who knows what's wrong with the owner of the villa, he's even more troublesome than when his elder brother was around!"

"Who says it's not? In the past few years, there have been constant soups and medicines. In my opinion, the weather in our Xijiazhuang is about to change."

"I don't care about the future. I just say where to find some meat cheese right now. It doesn't look like it will be alive for a few years. It's a waste of good things."

"Come on, brother, you can just talk about it in front of me, and let the manager hear it, so it will make you feel better!"

The older and stronger man was speechless, and suddenly changed the subject: "You said those two people came to seek revenge yesterday?"

The younger one seemed taken aback: "How do you say that?"

The elder looked around, and lowered his voice: "Bao! Didn't you see that the boy in white clothes made the owner's old illness relapse with a single word!"

The young one nodded: "Could it be the evil debt of the former owner?"

The elder didn't think it was disobedient, kept silent, looked back vigilantly, grabbed the young strong man and strode forward, as if avoiding something.

The sound of small footsteps gradually drifted away, the morning fog dissipated, and the thin rime flocks clinged to the black robe.

Who am I sitting on the tree, thinking back to what those two big men said just now, one of them jumped down and disappeared by the river bank.

In the bushes, the rustling sound became more and more clear.

The sound of strange footsteps smashed the ice and snow, and he stood against the light, staring at the direction where who am I disappeared with murderous eyes.

Who am I who walks too fast, if he slows down, maybe he can get one step closer to the answer he wants.

Two lost souls

Floating flowers in warm water, elegant plum fragrance.

A flower in front of the window is dripping with dew.

When Xi Qiuya pushed open the door, Fang Xie was really looking at the plum blossom, frowning slightly, as if thinking about a very troublesome matter.

There are too many troubles. Since being called to the capital by Cui Lueshang, Fang Xiezhen has been in deep trouble.

All night, he was thinking about it.

He was thinking, who are those people who died in the inn?

He was thinking, who would that person who suddenly disappeared?

If Cui Lueshang had been with him at that time, he would have known the answer long ago.

But now, Cui Lueshang has left him such a mess, and there is no news at all.

Fang Xie really frowned and didn't think about it anymore. He is not a head arrester, and he doesn't know how to solve cases. Therefore, if he wants to know the answer, he can only do it in his own way.

Fang Xie really knew that Xi Qiuya had stood in front of the door for a long time, and when he turned his head, he happened to meet the uneasy gaze that seemed to be hiding something.

Xi Qiuya nodded at Fang Xiezhen, and smiled slightly. If his smile could be more natural, it should be a beautiful smile.

It's a pity that his smile was a little stiff because of his nervousness.

Xi Qiuya hesitated for a while before saying a polite sentence: "Did Fang Shaoxia rest well last night?"

Fang Xiezhen nodded and said, "Not bad."

Xi Qiuya frowned, hesitated again, his fingers were tangled in his sleeves, he seemed to be holding back for a long time, until finally he couldn't bear it, and then hurriedly asked: "Fang Shaoxia, if this trick can really lure out elder brother, can you guarantee me?" won't die?"

Fang Xiezhen glanced out the window, and suddenly smiled: "Unless you can trust me with the Dream Broken Knife."

Xi Qiuya was shocked, and unconsciously put the saber behind his back, angrily said: "If I cheat my death, I will be able to force out my elder brother. The Dream Broken Dao is a family treasure, how can I easily hand it over to outsiders!"

Fang Xiezhen glanced at Xi Qiuya lightly, his right hand was already reaching towards the knot of the sword cloth, he raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Since Master Xi doesn't believe me, what reason should I have to ensure that you are still alive."

Xi Qiuya was stunned. He didn't understand why something that was discussed yesterday had changed today.

Did Fang Xie really come here for the Dream Broken Knife?

Could it all be a lie!

Before Xi Qiuya had time to think about it, he swung the saber with his backhand, dazzled by the saber's intent, and slashed down like lightning.

Knives are fast, people are faster.

Fang Xie took a quick step, and stood firmly behind Xi Qiuya.

However, the place where he sat just now was already broken wood and wreckage.

Xi Qiuya seemed to be crazy, the saber was spinning rapidly, and the swift and fierce saber technique rolled up the red dust, and the dense saber light fell down like a gust of wind and rain.

Fang Xiezhen felt a fierce light flashing in front of his eyes, a shattered dream, and a shattered soul.

This knife is not a dream-breaking knife, but this knife technique is the real soul-losing knife technique!

Fang Xie really didn't have time to think, he opened his arms slightly, with the wind under his armpits, he hurriedly swept back.

Bai Yu fluttered, and Lie Lie's neighing was the roar of Miehun.

The sword light suddenly rises.

Sword light faster than lightning.

It's hard to get rid of hostility.

The blue sword light is entwined with the exquisite knife light, like the entanglement of sad lovesickness and shattered dreams.

The two white shadows fought inseparably in the courtyard, with gentle killing intent and crazy anger.

Xi Qiuya laughed, the light in his eyes was so crazy.

Such Xi Qiuya is not like Xi Qiuya at all.

Fang Xie shuddered in his heart, and suddenly a bad thought filled his heart.

The meteor-like sword light flew into the sky, and the plum blossoms followed.

The lightning-like knife kills the soul of the dead, and the dazzling killing intent weaves a dream.

The smile on Xi Qiuya's face became more ferocious, and the soul-destroying saber technique has reached such a level, with every move and style, the ultimate move is repeated.

In an instant, there were swords and swords in the courtyard.

No one can see who is fighting whom, and no one can see what kind of moves.

Fang Xie really looked at the sky, as if he had no choice.

He didn't look at Xi Qiuya again, because there was no need to look at that one again.

The tip of the knife trembled.

The tip of the knife slashed at the front door.

The sword is bright and bright.

Fang Xiezhen suddenly rose into the air, swung his sleeves and swept across, with a cold light like a ghost chasing his life.

Xi Qiuya's saber fell to the ground, unable to react in time, he raised his left hand, and poked Fang Xiezhen's eyes with two fingers like iron.

Fang Xiezhen bent his right elbow and slashed down with the wind with his left palm.

Xi Qiuya spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fang Xiezhen's sword returned to its sheath at some point.

He couldn't kill Xi Qiuya, even if this person wasn't the real Xi Qiuya.

Xi Qiuya's face became more ferocious, he smiled strangely, and suddenly grabbed Fang Xiezhen's wrist and opened his mouth to bite.

Teeth are the hardest weapon of human beings, Fang Xie really did not expect Xi Qiuya to be like this when he was insane.

The flesh was pierced by the tips of the teeth, Fang Xiezhen let out a loud shout, and kicked towards Xi Qiuya's soft acupoint.

Xi Qiuya was caught off guard, and immediately lost the ability to resist, and rolled around on the ground with blood on the corner of his mouth.

It was Fang Xie's real blood, as well as his own blood.

Xi Qiuya beat the ground frantically, and he roared: "Why! Why! The Dream Broken Knife belongs to me, and Xijiazhuang belongs to me! I am the owner, hahahaha! Xijiazhuang belongs to me, and the whole world belongs to me of!"

Fang Xiezhen looked indifferently at the man on the ground who looked neither like a man nor like a ghost, Mr. Xi Zhuang.

He picked up the blue silk scarf that had fallen and wrapped it around his bleeding wrist.

There wasn't much expression on his face, and the shock came too quickly, but everything seemed to have a clue.

Xi Qiuya's strange laughter didn't stop. Under his struggling movements, his clothes fell apart, and there was an ugly scar on his muscular chest.

After the flesh festered, it did not heal. If you look carefully, you will find that the scar is exactly the same as the scar on Xi Fengliang's face.

Fang Xiezhen suddenly realized, and his slightly sad eyes radiated a glimmer of clarity.

He held his injured wrist tightly, looked down at Mr. Xi who was struggling to crawl, and said calmly, "Xi Xiaofeng."

The people on the ground trembled all over, and suddenly curled up into a ball like a newborn baby.

He was laughing, and he was still laughing: "Giggle, Xi Xiaofeng? I am Xi Xiaofeng, and I am the owner of Xijiazhuang. Xi Qiuya actually wants to kill me, he even wants to kill me!"

Fang Xie felt pity spontaneously from his heart. Such a person is hateful, but pitiful.

He didn't expect that this was really Xi Xiaofeng.

He is Xi Xiaofeng, so where did Xi Qiuya go?

Fang Xie really had a headache, he didn't think he could get any answers from the madman, he wanted to go to Xi Qiuya, but he heard Xi Xiaofeng muttering to himself.

"Xi Qiuya can't kill me. He thinks that with Xi Fengliang, he can secure the position of owner?"

"Hahahaha! Impossible... Impossible!"

"Fourth Uncle belongs to me, he belongs to me! The whole Xijiazhuang belongs to me!"

When Xi Xiaofeng said this, his sanity gradually became clear, he trembled and stopped talking, and Yi Rong's face had already fallen aside.

Fang Xiezhen didn't look at him anymore, and when he was about to walk out of the courtyard, there was a strange laugh behind him.

"Dream Breaker, Dream Breaker, everyone wants the Dream Breaker, it's the key... Mr. Shen, he is..."

With a scream, Fang Xiezhen turned around suddenly, but what he saw was a hideous corpse.

Xi Xiaofeng is really dead, who can appear here without making a sound, even Fang Xiezhen didn't notice.

Fang Xiezhen frowned, and couldn't help feeling a little scared. He hurriedly squatted down and looked at the fishhook deep in Xi Xiaofeng's neck, bleeding like ink.

The ground is full of flowers, the body is covered with bruises, the blood is not drained, and the thoughts have no direction.

three tricks

When who am I hurried back to Xijiazhuang, I happened to see Xi Qiuya waiting anxiously at the door, pacing back and forth, his uneasy appearance made me puzzled.

Who am I? I waved my hand and said hello to Xi Qiuya.

Xi Qiuya raised his head abruptly, and a joyful smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if someone in deep misery had seen the long-awaited savior.

"Hero, you are finally back, the fourth uncle is gone!"

Who am I being called by the hero? He was very happy in his heart. He nodded with a smile, and repeated after he realized: "The fourth uncle is missing?! What's going on!"

Xi Qiuya stomped his feet anxiously, and sighed heavily: "After you and Fang Shaoxia went back to the room to rest last night, Fourth Uncle asked me to wait for him in the secret room today, but after waiting for more than an hour, I never saw Fourth Uncle come... ..."

Who am I? The corner of his mouth moved, and he waved his hand and said, "Maybe he forgot?"

Unexpectedly, Xi Qiuya said fiercely: "Impossible! I went out and searched all over Xijiazhuang, but not only did I not see Fourth Uncle, there is no one in the entire Xijiazhuang!"

Who am I? I rolled my eyes and said: "It's not that you ordered the people in the village to go out to find some meat cheese. I saw them go up the mountain just now."

Xi Qiuya blinked blankly: "Rouzhi? I never said that!"

This time I was also stunned: "You really didn't say that?"

Xi Qiuya said firmly, "No!"

Who am I, rubbed my chin and thought for a while, then suddenly clapped my fists and yelled that it was not good.

Then, like a black whirlwind, it swept towards the backyard wing, and Xi Qiuya followed closely behind without hesitation.

The remaining flowers in the backyard were stained red with blood, and Fang Xie really put on the mask of disguise for the corpse.

When who am I and Xi Qiuya hurried over, what I saw was a corpse whose throat nucleus had been pierced by a fishhook and whose black blood had dried up.

"What's going on here! Fang Shaoxia, you..." Xi Qiuya took two steps back in disbelief, his fingertips were trembling, and his whole body was trembling. If he hadn't taken into account the image of the owner, perhaps he would have been able to do it if his legs softened at this moment. Kneel down.

Fang Xie was really moved, but said calmly: "Master Xi is dead, and died at the hands of the power gang."

"If he is the owner, then who am I!" Xi Qiuya's cheeks were flushed with anger, and his eyes were also red.

Who am I to hold down Xi Qiuya's shoulder in a hurry? He seemed to understand Fang Xie's true meaning. His eyes stayed on the hook, and he said, "You mean that Xi Qiuya is dead, and Quan Quan did it for that guy pretending to be old Shen. ?”

Xi Qiuya was stunned for a moment, he looked at who I was and then at Fang Xiezhen.

Fang Xiezhen nodded, with sad eyes and a cold murderous intent: "We can't let Master Xi die in vain. The enemy is in the dark, so we must lead him into the light."

"I didn't... um!"

Xi Qiuya was about to defend himself, but someone slapped him over his mouth and let him struggle desperately. I had no intention of letting go.

Fang Xiezhen looked at the scene in front of him, angry and funny, he explained helplessly: "There can only be one Xi Qiuya in the world, so you might as well follow the plan."

Having said that, it was at a volume that only each other could hear. Who am I nodded, and Xi Qiuya could only nod along.

Although Xi Qiuya didn't know what he should do, perhaps he didn't understand the use of doing so.

But when he saw that the mourning hall was really arranged, he felt a little sad in his heart.

When he died, who would pay his respects?

Xijiazhuang is almost untenable in the arena. If it is not for the Dream Smashing Knife, Xijiazhuang may not exist long ago.

At this moment, Xi Qiuya is dead, no matter who is lying in the coffin, Xi Qiuya is also dead.

Xi Qiuya stood in the secret room, clenched the Dream Broken Knife at his waist, and suddenly smiled like a child.

Xi Qiuya is indeed dead.

In the compartment of the mourning hall, who am I, drinking wine with my feet up, spitting out melon seeds, squinting at the empty Xijiazhuang, and looking at Fang Xiezhen with distrust.

Who am I to say: "Will the members of the Power Gang really show up?"

Fang Xiezhen flipped through the books he took from the study, and said casually, "I don't know."

Who am I to say in surprise: "Then how dare you say that Xi Qiuya is dead!"

Fang Xiezhen raised his eyelids slightly: "The one who died can only be Xi Qiuya."

Who am I to ask, "Why?"

Fang Xiezhen said: "I originally thought that the target of the power gang was me. When I fought with Xi Xiaofeng just now, if they wanted to kill me, it would be a breeze."

Who am I nodded: "But they killed Xi Xiaofeng, not you."

Fang Xiezhen closed the book in his hand and said, "That's right, Xi Xiaofeng almost revealed the whereabouts of Grandpa Shen before he died."

Who am I? My heart was moved: "So old Shen is really in the hands of the power gang?"

Fang Xiezhen pondered for a while and said, "Old Shen may have mastered something useful to them."

Who am I who couldn’t help but ask, “What could that be?”

Fang Xiezhen recalled what Xi Xiaofeng said before he died, and murmured, "Maybe it's a key."

Who am I frowned: "Key, what key?"

Fang Xiezhen shook his head in confusion. The black gauze and white cloth in front of him seemed to be surrounded by many obstacles. He whispered: "I don't know, I always have a feeling that they deliberately left clues for us to pursue. But we don’t want us to find them so soon.”

Who am I to be sure of Fang Xiezhen, I suddenly clicked twice, raised my legs and put my legs on the bench, and sighed half-deadly: "It just so happened that Xi Xiaofeng sent out all the people in Xijiazhuang before he died, so you will do whatever you want , I want to use Xi Qiuya's death to lure them out, if they can appear, those unknown things will be known sooner or later."

Fang Xiezhen withdrew his thoughts, his confusion faded away, and he said with a smile: "Only the murderer told us that it wasn't Xi Qiuya who died."

I laughed at anyone and said, "It's better to make them feel that they killed the wrong person!"

Fang Xiezhen said indifferently: "If Xi Xiaofeng is alive and in our hands."

Who am I squinted and said: "Then their conspiracy may be exposed at any time."

Fang Xiezhen responded, "After all, Xi Xiaofeng is a lunatic."

Who am I sneered and said: "The lunatic is the easiest to use but the hardest to control."

The two smiled at each other, with a relieved smile, as if they had prepared the soldiers to cover them up.

Who am I to be sure of Fang Xiezhen, suddenly said: "Why do you say that troubles are always pestering you?"

Fang Xiezhen was stunned for a while, and then smiled wryly: "Someone once said that wherever some people go, there will be troubles. My troubles have never been limited to Luoyang."

I couldn't deny who I was, and suddenly laughed: "It seems that we are all the same kind of people. When Lao Shen is rescued and the God of Wealth is found, they will definitely let them meet you."

Fang Xie really couldn't help showing a look of envy, he was considered lucky to have met the hero, let alone Fang Zhenmei in white.

Fang Xiezhen had heard many stories about these martial arts heroes when he was young, and he was even more familiar with the deeds of the hero Xiao Qiushui.

He respects these righteous people from the bottom of his heart. He himself tried his hand at the sword in the past, but it's a pity that time has passed.

Thinking of this, Fang Xie really raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart. He said sincerely, "I hope we can meet again someday."

Who am I? His eyes flashed: "As long as we don't die."