The Youth Dream of Wen Shu Qun He Hui

Chapter 6.Fame and fortune are like floating clouds, few people can clear them

drink and eat meat

Cooking smoke wafted up and the oil was fragrant. Taigong Shen quickly cut the onion, ginger and garlic into slices and stuffed them into the fish maw. Seeing that the oil was hot, he threw it into the iron pot and covered it with a wooden lid.

Cui Lueshang fanned the fire while watching Taigong Shen's movements, and touched his chin from time to time, thinking that when he returned to Shenhou's mansion, he would make it for his brothers and sisters, and he had to call Fang Xiezhen.

Cui Lueshang was thinking wildly in this room, and Grandpa Shen was not idle in that room.

After washing his hands, he found a large bag of peanuts and a few catties of sauced beef from nowhere, and threw them into the pot next to them to stir fry.

The ingredients must have been prepared by Liu Suifeng's people. Thanks to Shen Laochao's excellent dishes, Cui Lueshang suddenly felt very lucky.

As the saying goes, what I gain is my luck, and what I lose is my life, that's all.

Is it not a lucky thing to be able to eat such delicious dishes after temporarily losing freedom.

Cui Lueshang has always known how to be content, now he sniffs the smell of fish, watching Mr. Shen pour the seasoning, he can't help swallowing, and his stomach growls in disbelief.

Mr. Shen squinted down, and laughed twice: "Okay, okay, you go and bring out the steamed fish over there, don't stare like a starved ghost reincarnated!"

Cui Lueshang chuckled, Ma Liu opened the cage drawer with the rag in his hand, and swayed to the table with the steamed fish.

Not long after, Mr. Shen also came out with two plates of dishes, and Cui Lueshang was twitching his index finger.

Fresh green onions are paired with tender turmeric shreds, and red peppers are used as a foil. The tail of the fish is half-turned, and the knife lines are neither deep nor shallow. It just allows people to see the fresh and tender fish. The aroma is attractive and clear. The steamed The juice is light and tender yellow, which is really endless aftertaste.

Look at the sweet and sour carp, golden in color, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, with golden scales and red tail, fresh and plump, sweet and sour, fluffy and crispy.

If steamed fish is a beautiful and charming girl, then this sweet and sour fish is a capable young lady.

As for the stir-fried cabbage and beef with peanut sauce, these are just icing on the cake, making it even more delicious.

Cui Lueshang first took two jars of wine, then took the fish meat and picked the bones, and ate it.

Mr. Shen took a leisurely drink and didn't say anything. This old man, a middle-aged man, ate most of the food on the table in a short while.

Cui Lueshang smacked his lips contentedly. It was the first time he ate such a delicious fish. He looked at Grandpa Shen and suddenly said: "Senior's craftsmanship is really extraordinary, and now I can feast on it!"

Grandpa Shen stroked his silver beard quite proudly, raised his eyebrows, took a drink, and said with a smile: "That's not for you, honestly, do you know that kid Fang Xiezhen?"

Cui Lueshang did not expect the old man to be so narrow-minded, he could be sure that Fang Xiezhen who offended Mr. Shen was definitely not his brother Fang.

Cui Lueshang smiled wryly and shook his head: "I do know Fang Xiezhen, but I can guarantee that the Fang Xiezhen mentioned by senior is definitely not the one I know."

Shen Taigong glared, and said: "Why are you sure it's not him!"

Cui Lueshang blinked and said, "Will Senior admit that Fang Zhenmei was wrong?"

Grand Duke Shen said with a long smile: "I can recognize that kid even when he turned into ashes!"

Cui Lueshang slapped the table with his fingers, and said with a smile: "That's it, even if Fang Xiezhen turns into ashes, I won't admit him wrong! So, these are definitely not things Fang Xiezhen will do."

Grandpa Shen looked down at the wine glass and thought, "Okay! The old man can still trust what Zhui Ming said. For the time being, he is not Fang Xiezhen, but we are imprisoned here, and Fang Xiezhen will definitely not escape the responsibility!"

Cui Lueshang didn't have anything to refute now, so he had no choice but to ask: "In this way, senior didn't know Fang Xiezhen, so how could he be imprisoned?"

Grandpa Shen snorted coldly: "I've thought about it for the past few days, and I'm afraid it has something to do with what I saw last time."

Cui Lueshang leaned forward and got closer: "What's the matter?"

Grandpa Shen sighed: "Have you ever heard of Eagle Sorrow Rock?"

Cui Lueshang nodded and said truthfully, "That's where Hanying Fort is."

Shen Taigong stroked his beard and said slowly: "One month ago, the avalanche and ground cracked on Yingshou Rock. Although there were no casualties, and there was still a distance from Hanying Fort, there was an amazing stone palace in that rock valley!"

Cui Lueshang was lying on the table like a drunk cat, waiting for the next sentence without blinking his eyes. He scratched his slightly messy hair, stepped on the stool, and watched Mr. Shen twist a grain of peanuts with a "crack" Chewing, watching him take a sip of the wine, he continued: "The current owner of Hanying Fort is Guo Aobai, he and the God of Wealth are old acquaintances, and it happened that the old man was having dinner with the God of Wealth at Hanying Fort. Wine, I was lucky enough to witness that scene, but it’s a pity that it’s okay, before I saw it clearly, that kid Guo Aobai asked people to block the news, it is said that it was something left by the ancestors of the Guo family, some said it was a treasure, and some said it was a secret book, Even Kid Guo doesn't know what's inside the stone door, the only thing he can be sure of is that he needs two strange irons to open it."

Mr. Shen shook his head as he spoke, he was already full of wine before he knew it, he clicked his tongue twice, and said with a smile: "The ancestors of the Guo family are also big idiots, it is reported that they sold those two strange irons to Xi Jinping. ……What is Xi doing? On the contrary, he made someone refine a precious sword, which was nearly a hundred years earlier than the name of Guo! You say it is ridiculous!"

Cui Lueshang couldn't help sighing, after listening to Grandpa Shen's words, he finally understood the reason.

Everyone in the world is blinded by fame and fortune. Even if Guo Aobai blocked the news immediately, there are many people with good intentions who spread the matter. There have never been secrets in the Jianghu.

Cui Lueshang thought: If Liu Wu brought himself here to force Fang Xiezhen to hand over the "nineteen magic needles from heaven to earth", then the reason why Taigong Shen was imprisoned was probably for the so-called treasure.

Cui Lueshang shook his head, then raised his head suddenly: "Xi Benlong? Dream Broken Knife!"

Shen Taizheng was a little drunk, when he heard Cui Lueshang's shout, he was startled suddenly, and suddenly he clapped his hands: "Yes! That's right! It was taken by Xi Benlong and refined into a dream-breaking knife! The old man just returned to Taihu Lake I was tricked into coming here!"

Cui Lueshang couldn't help laughing now, he hastily took a few sips of wine, feeling a little regretful.

The Laifu Inn is the property of Xi's family in the capital. He didn't think too much about it at first. He only thought that the members of the power gang wanted to make trouble in the capital, so he asked Fang Xiezhen to keep an eye on the people in the inn for him. Unexpectedly, this is the case.

From this point of view, he is equivalent to sending Fang Xiezhen to Liu Wu, so what is the situation at the Laifu Inn now?Did Fang Xie really escape safely?

Cui Lueshang's hand holding the wine glass kept rubbing, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, his short and dense stubble made him look more vicissitudes, and the uneasiness in his heart was spreading. He believed in Fang Xiezhen, but couldn't help but worry.

"Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, Nineteen Divine Needles" cannot fall into Liu Suifeng's hands, let alone the Broken Dream Knife!

Grandpa Shen hiccupped and looked at the man who was deep in thought, smiled, got up and fell on the bed, and fell asleep.

He wasn't worried about things outside. Fang Zhenmei was sitting in Hanying Fort, so he had nothing to worry about.

Taigong Shen was relieved and believed in Fang Zhenmei, just as Cui Lueshang believed in Fang Xiezhen, but what was Cui Lueshang's worry about?

He was worried that if Fang Xie really knew that he was locked up here, he would try his best to save him.

Just like in the Xiangsilin battle back then, Fang Xie could really do stupid things like that.

Cui Lueshang, who knew Fang Xie too well, couldn't help feeling a headache at the moment. He had to admire Liu Wu's move, which was really wonderful!

Unexpected

The mourning hall was silent, and everyone in Xijiazhuang stood outside the hall in filial piety, waiting for Xi Fengliang to speak.

No one could have imagined that they would see Xi Qiuya's dead body outside as soon as they came back, and no one could have imagined that they would send the young owner away in less than two hours.

Some people say that Fang Xie really killed Xi Qiuya, while others say that I killed Xi Qiuya.

There were many discussions outside the hall, Xi Fengliang remained silent with a cold face, but his clenched fists declared his grief and indignation at the moment.

With gray temples and sunken eyes, Xi Fengliang seemed to be ten years older. He punched the gray wall like a thunderbolt.

There was no sound from below, the strong man and the young servants looked at each other in blank dismay, all of them were afraid.

Xi Fengliang didn't even look at them, turned around and knelt in front of the coffin, bowing seriously.

He lit the incense and said one word at a time: "The owner of the village rest in peace, the Xijiazhuang and the power gang are inseparable!"

There was an uproar outside the door, Xi Fengliang felt that the scar on his face seemed to be getting more and more painful, and the memories of more than ten years ago were clearer.

It was a dream, a nightmare!

Xi Fengliang couldn't forget Mo Feiyuan's betrayal at that time. He never thought that those meeting each other late, those talking about drinking, and saying "brothers in life and death" are bullshit!

He never imagined that Mo Feiyuan was the "King of Medicine" of the Quanquan Gang. Back then, the Quanquan Gang sent people to visit Xijiazhuang many times, but they were all driven back by Xi Jiujing.

Xi Fengliang knew that his younger brother didn't care about Jianghu affairs, but he had a good drink, so he didn't care, but he didn't want the power gang to send a "medicine king" to win his trust, and waited for the opportunity to poison Xi Jiujing with poison.

The knife wound on his face was left at that time. The knife was Xi Sakai's knife. This scar caused his wife to be separated!

Xi Fengliang attributed all the crimes to the "King of Medicine".

The "King of Medicine" died, and Xi Fengliang failed to take revenge with his own hands, so he regarded the power gang as his lifelong enemy. If he didn't eradicate the power gang, he seemed to lose the meaning of living.

Xi Fengliang's smile became even more ferocious, and his eyes were frighteningly red. He wished he could completely disintegrate the power gang at this moment.

Kill Liu Wu, destroy Li Da, and let them never be reborn forever!

Xi Fengliang slowly raised his head and looked at the young owner in the coffin. The clothes were his favorite clothes, but there was only one thing missing.

Xi Fengliang frowned, and hurriedly stood up and leaned forward to help the coffin. He stretched out his hand to touch the face, and then looked at the waist seal. Dare to hide it privately!"

Everyone was afraid and shook their heads one after another, but there was a strong man who boldly responded: "Will those two outsiders go along, I haven't seen them since just now! If they don't come to make trouble, Zhuang The Lord may not die either!"

Xi Fengliang gradually regained his composure. He took a deep breath and glanced at the compartment.

The white gauze was blown by the wind, and who am I and Fang Xiezhen had long since disappeared there, and there were not many funeral posts left. Xi Fengliang frowned, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "They are guests, and it is considered as being able to write funeral posts for us." When it comes to loyalty, the Xi Family Village cannot be left alone for a day."

The strong man's expression changed, and he shouted again in a flattering way: "We all obey the manager, let the manager be the next owner of the villa!"

"No!" A young boy said boldly with a pale face, "The one with the Dream Broken Knife is the owner of the villa..."

In a rage, the man grabbed the servant's skirt and yelled: "What are you talking about? What is the Dream Broken Knife? Only those who can take care of things are qualified to be the owner of the village!"

The boy was frightened by this posture, and his seven souls came out of his six orifices, and he was dizzy and wanted to shake his fist to break free.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Xi Fengliang frowned, and shouted: "Stop it! The owner of the villa is still dead, what are you doing! Why do you go out, don't lose Xijiazhuang face!"

The brawny man panicked, hurriedly bowed his head and retreated, and walked out of the gate first, and everyone dared not speak again, and came out one after another.

Xi Fengliang put away his expression, looked at Xi Qiuya's waist again, and the Dream Broken Knife really disappeared.

He pondered for a while, bent his fingers on the table and knocked twice, and two figures flashed out of the darkness in an instant.

These are two young quacks, they saluted respectfully, and heard Xi Fengliang whisper: "Xi Wen, Xi Wu, you go to find the third lady, be sure to stop her, and she will not be able to return to the village in the near future. Just send it to Uncle Jin’s residence in Jinan, and don’t teach others about the death of the owner.”

Xiwen Xiwu retreated in response to the sound, as quietly as they came.

Xi Fengliang suddenly laughed out loud, wildly, sadly, and burst into tears.

He grabbed the gradually cold hand in the coffin, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiaofeng, fourth uncle is sorry for you, but your mistake is that you shouldn't have joined the power gang!"

"People from the power gang killed you, and fourth uncle will avenge you."

"Blood debt is paid in blood! Power Gang, time is running out, hahahaha!"

In the secret passage, the three people who heard the laughter were all shocked. It was unexpected that Xi Fengliang could instantly know that it was Xi Xiaofeng lying there.

Why should he say sorry?

Since it was someone from the power gang who killed Xi Xiaofeng, why did Xi Fengliang say sorry?

Fang Xiezhen stopped changing Xi Qiuya's face, and Xi Qiuya was already dumbfounded.

This secret passage is located right under the coffin, and because there are many secret keys, only the owner can enter. Everything that happens outside here can be heard clearly, and outsiders will never discover the existence of this secret passage.

It's not surprising who Fang Xiezhen and I can come in here, Xi Qiuya still needs their protection.

But now, when Xi Fengliang's words fell into their ears, it was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

Xi Qiuya didn't believe that Xi Fengliang would be Xi Xiaofeng's person, but now he knew that Xi Fengliang was not, which made him feel even more frightened.

At this moment, Xi Qiuya didn't feel that Xi Fengliang was on his side. He suddenly felt that he had believed in the wrong person for so many years. Maybe there was no trustworthy existence in the world except himself.

Xi Qiuya drooped his head in frustration and sat on the ground, his eyes lost their luster.

Who am I but patted my heart happily, and said to Fang Xiezhen, "Fortunately, I went to the post station first, so that people rushed to send the funeral post to the Power Gang."

Fang Xiezhen suddenly came back to his senses and asked, "Do you know where the Power Gang is?"

Who am I? Spread your hands: "Since Xi Xiaofeng's death was done by the power gang, the letter can always reach their hands."

Fang Xiezhen was stunned for a moment, then relieved: "I was negligent, I was wondering who that Uncle Jin is."

"Uncle Jin seems to be the leader of the Money Gang, but I don't know why Fourth Uncle came to him alone." Xi Qiuya covered his head and shook his head in pain, "No one will come to my funeral itself, why does he stop Mei? Red go home!"

Looking at Xi Qiuya like this, Fang Xiezhen and who am I felt a little uncomfortable, and the situation became more and more complicated, but the truth seemed to be about to surface.

Fang Xie really didn't intend to sigh too much, his slightly sad eyes contained an inexplicable look, he decided to wait, waiting for the time to come.

Right now they can't do anything, and whatever they do, they may lose everything. Maybe it's not just the Power Gang who want to put them to death.

Fang Xiezhen squatted down, and by the faint candlelight, continued the unfinished disguise.

Seeing Xi Qiuya's face gradually merge with the person in his memory, Fang Xiezhen's eyes flickered, and suddenly three points of resentment and seven points of pain emerged.

This is Chi Rimu's face, maybe Xi Qiuya looks so much like Chi Rimu when he was elegant, that's why Fang Xiezhen made this dress for him.

Fang Xiezhen still couldn't let it go, he helped the tyrant, served the murder of his father and enemy, and was kept in the dark, even if Chi Rimu was dead, he couldn't forget those days.

Remembering is just forgetting, the sadness in the eyes is more intense, how many sad pasts are hidden in the indifferent eyes?

The iron flute in his sleeve fell into his palm just in time, and who am I suddenly patted Fang Xiezhen's thin and thin shoulders, and then wrapped his arms around Xi Qiuya's weak arms.

He said: "I regard you as friends, we can't just sit idly by and ignore the matter of Xijiazhuang."

Fang Xiezhen frowned and said, "That's right, what's more, this matter is closely related to you and me."

Xi Qiuya was moved to see who Fang Xiezhen and I were. Although he was afraid of being betrayed again, he could see that these two people really wanted to help him.

Xi Qiuya wiped away the tears she didn't know when, held the hand of Fang Xiezhen and who am I, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Xi Qiuya is dead, I want to live again, and take back Xijiazhuang!"

Fang Xiezhen smiled, withdrew his hand without a trace, and said seemingly indifferently: "It's your business to take back Xijiazhuang, I just want to find the answer I need."

Xi Qiuya was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do for a while.

Who am I suddenly chuckled a few times, put his arms around Xi Qiuya and whispered: "Xiao Fang, he is still young, we have to let him go, he just can't say good things."

Xi Qiuya couldn't help but snicker for a moment, as if he had forgotten the anger and sadness.

Fang Xiezhen frowned slightly, looked sideways at who I am, rubbed the iron flute in his sleeve with his fingertips, shook his head slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and raised a faint smile.

The character of who am I reminds Fang Xie of a person.

Friendship between men is so fast and stable, especially for such a few young people.

Fang Xiezhen let out a breath of turbid air, the sleeves of his robe rustled, white light flashed quickly, and accompanied by the sharp sound of the wind, the iron flute was pressed against the side of Who Am I?

Who am I was startled by the sudden coolness, squinting at it, it was just a very ordinary iron flute.

He rolled his eyes strangely, and said angrily: "What is this thing? Why, you're tired of playing with the sword, and you're playing the flute instead?"

Fang Xiezhen smiled slightly, looked lazily at who am I and Xi Qiuya, tapped the iron flute twice on the broad shoulders, and the cold voice made people shudder.

"This is 'Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Nineteen Divine Needles'."

"What?!" Who am I and Xi Qiuya exclaimed in unison, and there was no more words.

At this moment, they all wanted to stay away from Fang Xiezhen by coincidence, no, as far away as they could!

Who would have imagined that this seemingly ordinary iron flute is actually the legendary "Nine Heavens, Ten Earths, and Nineteen Magic Needles".