Sad Li

Meng Fang walked back under the plum tree in Qingji Villa.

This is already the third time he has entered and exited this place since the Chinese New Year, and it must be said that he is a little tired of aesthetics.The door was closed for some reason, and no one answered the knock.But of course he could still come in.

There is no one in the garden, only silent flowers.The weather is quite clear, with warm catkins floating in the sun.The plum trees are only left with fresh green leaves, but the cherry blossoms are as bright as fire.

He carefully walked through layers of moon gates and exquisite winding courtyards, and finally saw a person standing in front of the study door.It was Fan Chengle holding a sword.His eyes were slightly squinted by the sun, and things were a bit overexposed and distorted.

He didn't know if it was because of this, but he felt that the Meng Fanghui in front of him was completely different from the one he had seen before.This Meng Fanghui no longer has the slightest desire to communicate with him, and may even stop treating him as a living thing.When Meng Fanghui walked forward without saying a word, his surprise exceeded his anger.

Meng Fang glanced at him indifferently.

"Step aside."

Fan Chengle sneered, "Who do you think you are talking to—"

There was a sudden sharp pain in his forearm, and He Zejian fell, and the sound was particularly ear-piercing in this stuffy afternoon.He looked at the blood gushing out of his wrist in astonishment, and panickedly covered the wound with his other hand.And Meng Fanghui looked like she hadn't moved.He didn't even see Fanghua's true face.

Meng Fanghui didn't push him away, but walked past the dumbfounded Fan Chengle, as if she didn't even want to touch him with a finger.

"Whether I'm going from bad to worse or not, it's not your turn to judge."

Xie Huaide looked at the writing on the wall with his hands behind his back.

The characters are simple and powerful, and it is written "a gentleman with virtue".When Meng Fang came back in, he didn't look back immediately.The old sandalwood tables and chairs soaked with ink stains have soft and smooth edges and corners.He looked at the elongated shadow at his feet.

"Cheng Le is already the most qualified disciple in this generation." He sighed. "If his elder brother is still here, maybe it won't be like this...? Bole is easy to get, but a thousand-mile horse is not easy to get. Brother Zhao is really lucky."

"My teacher may not think so." Meng Fang replied. "I'm a villain who made the old man worry about it. Besides, the senior's family has its own orchid and jade tree, so why envy others?"

Xie Huaide suddenly remembered the first time Meng Fang came to Qingji Villa with Zhao Yiping.Even though the young man was tall, he always tried his best to hide behind Zhao Yiping, never daring to raise his head to meet his gaze, and when he threw a sword in the martial arts field, he turned around to find out where his master was.He praised Zhao Yiping for his good teaching, but Zhao Yiping complained half-truthfully that this son had a bad temper.Now he thinks that maybe the master knows the disciple better.

"Senior." Meng Fang said softly. "You really disappoint me."

Xiao Xie never got up before noon.

Even when he got up, he didn't go outside.His room had no windows, and the bright light was enough to give him warmth and light.The concept of day and night is determined by this light.He always lives underground.Because he rarely sees the sun, his skin has an unnatural paleness.

He is the emperor here, and this secret place is his palace, which can be surrounded by fine wine, jewels, and wealth all the time.There was never a shortage of entertainment and excitement, and he rarely met anyone he didn't want to see.

Now there is such a person in front of him that he doesn't want to see.

This man is slightly fat, with a mustache, and looks amiable.He walked around, touched the materials of the pillars, knocked on the thickness of the walls, looked at the furnishings everywhere, and played with the exquisite ornaments.That virtue is like buying the place, so be prepared to bargain in advance.

Xiao Xie has never seen this person before, but he knows that this person should be a dead person.

He couldn't even laugh at the funny thing that a dead man was trying to do with his mansion.

"We should be regarded as peers, and this is also a kind of fate." The shopkeeper Qin of Yitang looked at him and said happily. "Having money can turn ghosts around. I have saved money all my life, and I can finally use it. This business is not a loss."

"Aren't you the one who died in Yitang?" Xiao Xie asked.This is of course a superfluous question.But he still wanted to find out the extent of his miscalculation.

"Thanks to my wife, I bought a death row prisoner." Qin Youqian said proudly. "Even the shopkeepers and accountants who died with me are death row prisoners. I'm afraid you don't know how expensive human life is; it almost made me bankrupt, and this account will be settled slowly, but I see you A casino is okay, so it will be worth it."

Xiao Xie stared at him with pale eyes. "What if I don't want to make a move?"

Qin Youqian smiled and said, "That depends on whether you have enough weight."

There was more nostalgia in his tone. "The previous generation was not easy. The hall master did not know how to adapt. It is better for Xie Huaide to be far-sighted and savvy. He fought alone to the death. He is unlucky. Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and his son is not much better. There is no one in literature and no second in martial arts. Ten years ago When it comes to swords in Jianghu, it's either Han or Meng. I have no ambitions, and I have no ability to fight with them. This Zizhu is not as fierce as Han Jin's sword, nor as beautiful as Meng Fanghui's sword. But it will be used against Xie Huaide's son , basically more than enough.”

He tapped the upper part of the pillar with a sword like a scale in his hand.

This steelyard does not weigh money.It is human life.

"How do seniors want to win this game?" Meng Fanghui said almost quietly, as if their conversations were shameful, and even the birds shouldn't hear them. "The head of Daguan Daojian, Chen, is a woman who does not give in to her eyebrows. She is so proficient in swords that even her deceased husband can't hold her back. Even if you go all out in Qingji Villa, you won't be able to win. You still have to set traps on the way to instigate rebellion. Eyeliner, bought killer?"

"Since you have said this, it is naturally unreliable." Xie Huaide was surprisingly calm. "When did you start...?"

"The palm you hurt Han Jin told me that only the Wang family's unique palm power can undo it. But in fact, the two are not what you said, one yin and one yang, one ice and one fire, and they cannot cancel each other out. Fighting poison with poison will lead to a third kind of backlash." Meng Fanghui said every word very slowly, as if he had to say it before he could confirm it. "Although Han Jin was aware of it, he didn't know it. Until the five sons of Jinjian attacked Xiaoxiang at night, Han Jin forcibly exercised his kung fu, was invaded by the poisonous viscera, and was forced by the two forces of disordered true energy. .”

"His internal strength is tyrannical, even more than I thought." Xie Huaide said, and he couldn't help being amazed. "Then he must have not taken the medicine I gave you."

Meng Fang played with the porcelain bottle in her hand. "No. Because I think that since he is already cured, taking this medicine will probably make him unhealthy."

"But you told me that he was terminally ill. When you arrived at Qingji Villa, you already suspected me." Xie Huaide sneered.

Meng Fang didn't answer him, and continued slowly: "The surviving members of Jin Jian's five sons were carelessly followed by Han Jin into Xiao Xie's casino. Who is Xiao Xie, I don't need to say more. Maybe the senior wants to borrow This opportunity leads clues to the Devil's Cult, making the situation even more confusing, but there are some things that are not easy to hide."

There was a sad look on his face. "The virtuous father and son, one bright and one dark, can control the wind and rain in both black and white in Xuancheng. Xiao Xie adapts to the situation and deliberately asks Han Jin to kill Qin Youqian. Even if Han Jin is unwilling, it will be easier to frame him and the Demon Sect if they let out rumors in the future." Implications. As soon as we left Handan, you sent people to raid Yitang, and just happened to be smashed by the Daguan swordsmen who rushed over, intending to provoke a fight between the two of us and the head of Chen, and invited a Mr. Liu to fan the flames , I want us to lose both. Since Jinjian is destroyed, it is not easy for the master to die. If I get involved in the internal and external troubles of the Daguan Sword, Xiaoxiang will definitely not be able to stop. From then on, all factions will decline, and the seniors can fulfill their great wish to unify the Jianghu. Han Even if Jhin is alone in charge, he will be single-handed in the end. If it can be used, it will be used, and if it cannot be used, it will be eliminated. If it is not good enough, Zhang Chaoguang will restrain it. It's ridiculous that the Devil's Cult is dead, and all the chaos in the name of the Devil's Cult is because you are obstructing it."

Xie Huaide only asked one question. "How can you tell that the Devil's Cult has never been involved?"

Meng Fang paused for a moment, her expression became a little strange.

"Yuchilian is a man of heaven." He finally said slowly. "He won't have any daughters."

That's all for now.

Meng Fang looked very tired when she returned.It seems that saying these words is as painful to him as going through a big battle.

Xie Huaide did not argue, nor did he refute.He didn't even bother to add a sentence or two.

It was still very quiet outside the window.Even the birdsong is no longer there.Different distances or different fights are going on, the reasons have been clarified, but no one knows the ending.

Can Qin Youqian win?Can Chen Junying win?What about Han Jin?

They also no longer have the leeway to worry or pray for others.

Meng Fanghui's hands were shaking uncontrollably.His youth sword was once unsheathed by enemies and unsheathed by friends.But this was the first time that he drew his sword against an elder who was so familiar and close.Xie Huaide obviously understood all this, and looked at him with sympathy.

"I watched you grow up." He said, but he didn't mean to remember the past or build a relationship at this time.Meng Fanghui gritted her teeth, her dry lips could hardly be opened once they were closed.Even the luster reflected from the table warmed by the sun gave him an illusion of thirst.

"It is impossible for me to understand you better than your master, but I may understand better than him, what your sword can do at most."

All arrangements, as long as there are dummy hands, have a chance of failure.Only in his own personal battle, he is [-]% sure.

He took off the sword hanging from the wall.This sword has a longer lifespan than his, and it is obviously the sword of a gentleman who is dignified and silent.

Although it seems a bit ironic for him to use this sword now, why should the sword carry people's unreasonable wishes?

Buqijian has been with him day and night for more than thirty years.Only these thirty years of time are real, the sword will not know the rest, and does not need to know the rest.

Meng Fang grabbed the hilt of the sword with difficulty.It was far from the most dangerous fight of his life, nor the most desperate.After the fresh and messy memories of his early years, who his opponent was gradually became irrelevant to him, it was just the same nightmare repeated over and over again.

He was obsessed with the beauty of his youth, and bound himself in a cocoon, and finally became an empty shell. His meticulous rules were too easy to see through.The vigorous heart that was hungry and thirsty when he was young, now under Shi Ye Mingye's self-comfort, there is only a flickering residual warmth in the cold ashes.The Shuiyun Sword of Xiaoxiang No. 36 Road has reached the state of perfection in his hands, and he is more imitative than Zhao Yiping, but it has never possessed the power to drive people away.

Xie Huaide knew all of this well, and he could easily block all his approaches without using a sword.Unable to advance, she could only ask to retreat. Meng Fang retreated a few steps, her collarbone suddenly passed the chill of the sword's edge, and half of her body froze.

He still tried his best to avoid the blade going deep, blood dripped on Fanghua's sword spine, and his eyes were blurred.He remembered that Han Jin also faced Xie Huaide here a few months ago.Since he was lured into Xie Huaide's trap, it is naturally impossible for him to have a chance to escape.

But who is Han Jin?Maybe everything is still due to his one mistake, although this barely saved one thought, the result is not very pleasant, the so-called cause and effect is really dumbfounding.

Meng Fang opened her eyes.He can no longer retreat.

His right leg started to fail again. If he couldn't find life within thirty sword strikes, he might lie under the plum tree in Qingji Villa today.He has always been able to work hard, and it is difficult to survive in a desperate situation. There may be people in the world who become more courageous when they are frustrated, but Meng Fanghui has no resilience at all, like a stone that can be smashed with a hammer, so Zhao Yiping often secretly reviews himself. Education policy.

It's just that it wasn't a dead end here from the beginning.

What Han Jin can do, Meng Fanghui can occasionally do.

The sword of youth is dense and tight, like a torrential rain on a sunny day in midsummer.Xie Huaide dispelled his sword moves one by one, as calm and skillful as a counter move.He was controlled by Meng Fanghui step by step, and he also knew that Meng Fanghui was trying his best to control him, waiting for the final decisive blow as the net became thinner and thinner.He saw all this very clearly, not like a prey in a net, but like a bystander planning a strategy.

...If Meng Fanghui really has the chance to complete this blow!

Xie Huaide suddenly withdrew his sword, and his neck was exposed to Fanghua's frivolous sword without any defense.Meng Fang replied that as long as one more point is scored, everything will be over.

Meng Fang paused.All the painstakingly accumulated steps are like a hundred-foot building that is only an inch away, and it collapses in an instant.

At this moment, Fanghua and him became the ordinary iron in the world.

Xie Huaide looked at him with pity. "Nephew, you really disappoint me."

Meng Fang's pupils shrank suddenly, and she quickly went out backwards, hitting her back against the jagged shelf.Along with his figure, there was a splash of blood.

He ruined his only chance.It is impossible for Xie Huaide to give him a second chance.With a shrill whistling sound, the Buqi sword slashed at him in the air.This sword was forged of thousands of years of black iron, it was extremely heavy, when it hit the ground next to his feet, it shook his ankle bone with a dull pain.

A sword pierced Shewide's head through the temple, almost splitting his head in two, and nailing him to a banner hanging on the wall.Xie Huaide's eyes were wide open, the eyeballs almost protruded from their sockets, one hand grabbed his chin, and the seven orifices gradually bleed.

Meng Fang turned her head and looked at the source of the sword throwing.

Han Jin stood at the door of the study.He was also covered in blood.But his breathing was very steady, and he even looked at Meng Fanghui with a little apology.

"I have nothing but killing people. This may be the last thing you need, so naturally it won't impress you. But I hope that when you are with me, you don't have to kill people."