Sad Li

Zhang Chaoguang is waiting.

He didn't like to wait either, but this time the waiting was special, so special that it could be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

He is quite a believer in the adage that he is as good as he is hard, and feels that only enough patience can seize the coming good luck.He always felt that Han Jin only deserved cheap things because he was too impatient.In addition, Han Jin's taste is also very poor.

In short, he is very different from Han Jin in every aspect.Waiting for such a wrong person, but waiting until it seems like a kind of enjoyment, inevitably makes people guess whether there is something ulterior in it.

Footsteps came from behind.Zhang Chaoguang didn't look back.

He was suddenly in a bad mood because he had been brewing for a long time and was gradually going to sex.

Meng Fang walked back a foot behind him and stopped, silently waiting for Zhang Chaoguang to turn around.This may be his most unwelcome appearance, and he even feels sorry for people.

"Why is it you?" Zhang Chaoguang reluctantly cursed something hard to put into words, and finally he was willing to turn his head to look at him.In fact, he didn't have any hatred with Meng Fanghui (Meng Fanghui couldn't remember who he had any hatred with), but it was a big mistake for him to appear at this time.Meng Fanghui also knew this, and her tone was almost apologetic.

"Sorry he can't come," he said. "Han Jin is injured now, so it's meaningless to come here. But you come here in person, and you have great expectations. I don't think you can come back empty-handed. So I came here for him on my own, to see if there is anything. Where it works.”

Zhang Chaoguang stared at him mockingly. "Do you think you can replace Han Jin?"

"No." Meng Fang said flatly. "But killing me, even for you, isn't exactly dull business. We haven't fought each other in years. Don't you want to try?"

"This means that I can't kill Han Jin, so I can hardly kill you?" Zhang Chaoguang said amusedly. "I don't like to kill, and I don't hate killing. There are many types of killing, and there are many types that make people feel happy. Killing you is the most boring kind."

"You are more reasonable than I imagined." Meng Fanghui said in shock, so sincere, it is not offensive at all.It was precisely because it was not an offense that Zhang Chaoguang somehow felt offended.He snorted.

"After all, you never offended me."

Meng Fang smiled back. "Have all the people you killed offended you?"

"I see that you are impatient today." Zhang Chaoguang said. "Forget it, since Han Jin won't come, it's better than nothing to use you to relieve boredom."

He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and the Chi Yao sword trembled impatiently in the sheath.Meng Fang looked down at his sword.He has already smelled the bark thirsting for blood, but he has no consciousness of becoming a sacrifice.

Suddenly he seemed to be sure again.Ten years ago, a person, a sword, a moment of youth.He won't lose to anyone.

"If I win, you have to tell me one thing."

"My God!" Zhang Chaoguang stared at him in surprise. "You can live for half a moment before talking!"

He drew his sword and rushed forward.It is undeniable that Meng Fanghui's posture did shake him for a moment.

He only came here this time to live and die with Han Jin (this was one of his few pleasures over the years), so he didn't expect such wavering.

This is also normal.Even though Meng Fanghui was once his defeated opponent, even though Meng Fanghui, who was carrying old wounds, was even more discounted than before according to common sense.

The moment he drew his sword, he already had a vague feeling that this midnight could not be counted as waste.

Meng Fanghui could indeed survive half a moment under his sword.However, only half a moment!

"This is the most beautiful sword I've ever seen." Zhang Chaoguang's sigh came intermittently to Meng Fang's ears along with the crisp sound of the sword; the latter was indifferent, this is not a novel evaluation.

Sure enough, the next sentence followed: "I seem to have said this ten years ago."

"It's a pity that it's useless to the sword."

The Chi Yao sword passed through her body, and she pulled it out almost without stopping. Meng Fang turned around and looked at Zhang Chaoguang almost suspiciously, as if she still didn't understand that everything was over; immediately, she felt a sharp coolness on her neck.But it's also fleeting.Zhang Chaoguang has already withdrawn the sword.

He had had enough of that look.There are many people who died under his hands, resentment, curse, unwillingness or despair, for him, they are all tasteless than everyday food, not even enough to constitute a nightmare material.

But Meng Fanghui's expression is completely empty, even if you twist his head off and shake it, you may not be able to hear the echo.

It was as if his fate was in an instant, with a stroke of the sword that was as easy as turning the palm of his hand; his ending was still not in Zhang Chaoguang's hands, but at the mercy of some strange invisible thing.

"You don't want to kill people." Zhang Chaoguang said, watching Meng Fang take a step back, covering her bleeding waist, her stiff leg could no longer be concealed. "You don't want to kill, you want to live. But you can't even kill, how can you live?"

"Did you do what Jin Jian did?" Meng Fang turned a deaf ear and just asked. "Since when did you get involved with the Demon Cult?"

Zhang Chaoguang ignored his questioning, turned around and walked down.He really didn't want to regret it so soon.

"But many things in this world are useless." After his back disappeared, such a sentence came. "I can't help but wonder what kind of sect gave birth to such a sword."

Meng Fanghui's face suddenly turned pale.

He covered his lips, as if that would drive back a gushing blood.

When Han Jin returned to the Xiaoxiang School, the sky had already darkened, and the town was lit up with sparse lights.

He didn't continue to visit Jiangxun Temple, and he didn't get lost, so he didn't know why he had been delayed for so long, as if someone had stolen his time.It is also possible that he was in a depressed mood, and his pace naturally slowed down.

The injury has been resolved, and the next thing is to avoid the limelight. Meng Fanghui thinks that if he is given a chance, he should seize it and leave immediately.Not to mention that he is an unwelcome burden to Xiaoxiang, he himself might be willing to live on the streets more.It's not that Zhu Yue didn't know him, but every time he met him unfortunately, he pretended not to know him.The complete dislike of looking at each other is all unnecessary by Meng Fanghui.But even if he got through these twists and turns, he still couldn't walk away in a leisurely manner.Even if he walks away, he still doesn't have a great will to leave this place immediately.

Jiangnan and Jiangbei are no different.Dongting was no different from any place he had been to.

He still felt that he owed Meng Fang a lot this time.These things will naturally be returned in the future, there is no doubt about it.

But later is later, now is now.For now, Meng Fanghui at least deserves a formal farewell and thanks.Whether Meng Fang needs it or not is one thing, but whether Han Jin does it or not is another.

In the end, he unknowingly strolled to the gate of the Xiaoxiang School, and before he had any room for mental construction, his steps suddenly froze.

He bypassed the main entrance from a distance, turned half a circle along the wall, listened carefully to the movement, looked around once, and his eyes fell on a locust tree by the wall.

Using hands and feet together, Han Jin slowly climbed up the tree, sweating instantly: this movement was bigger than he had imagined.This trivial matter is not worth mentioning when the skill is perfect, he is sure that he will not even notice the birds in the treetops, but at this time he can only move carefully and pray randomly.Fortunately, the typical night was dark and windy, and even though the ancient locust trees were leafless, they were thick and prosperous enough. He successfully climbed to a place that was concealed enough to peek into the courtyard from the top of the wall.

A few torches were lit in the yard, and a dozen or so bound people sat on the ground and huddled together. It didn't take Han Jin any trouble to figure out that they were all Xiaoxiang disciples.There were five others standing, each with a long sword in his hand.The sword was thinner than ordinary swords, and it seemed to have an ominous dark green under the flickering firelight.

One of them took a few steps back and forth, and said sharply, "I'll ask you again, where is that bastard Han Jin?"

There was a complete silence, except for the extremely low weeping sound of a girl.Zhu Yue was at the front, with disheveled long hair and a few bloodstains on his face. He said coldly: "If you want to kill, then kill, why bother talking nonsense."

The man bent down, tapped him on the shoulder with the hilt of his sword, and said with a sinister smile, "Whether Meng Fang is here or not, you are also a senior brother. If something happens to these precious brothers and sisters, even if you go underground, what do you take?" Tell someone surnamed Zhao about your face? Besides, Meng Fang will be full to eat, so what does it matter to you, and you and Han Jin can't fight each other? We don't violate the water of the river, so let's say it quickly, and everyone will save trouble."

Zhu Yue yelled: "The despicable person who poisoned in secret, you have a real knife and gun to compete with, and you can be regarded as a decent family..." Before he finished cursing, he was slapped by that person, and the disciples of Xiaoxiang burst into tears "Brother!"

The man said coldly: "Listen clearly, our Jinjian five sons disagreed with the old man more than ten years ago. After a fight, we parted ways. It was said in the Jianghu that we betrayed the teacher. I don't believe you don't know. Now the way of heaven is reincarnation, that old man and his group of useless and useless apprentices were all slaughtered by Han Jin, and I have to thank him for this alone."

He, Xie Fa, and none of the people present were willing to imagine, and the atmosphere became more and more treacherous for a moment, and suddenly a Xiaoxiang disciple shouted: "Master, brother, then Han Jin doesn't have any relationship with us, so what if we tell them? And he doesn't , It’s not number one in the world, why should we be troubled by the troubles I caused? Even if the senior brother is here, he should..."

Zhu Yue's eyes were burning, and he said sharply: "Shut up, shut up!"

A big man with a rough description next to him has long been impatient. "Second brother, you talk a lot of nonsense, your mouth is worn out, this group of people read too many useless books, and their heads are like elm lumps. Wouldn't killing one of them be honest?"

He raised his sword and dropped it, only to hear Kou Xing let out a miserable cry.

At the same time, a person suddenly fell from the locust tree outside the wall!

The posture in which Han Jin landed was the best posture he could think of.He has no internal strength to use, so there is no light work to speak of.His bones and muscles were unaffected except by the pain, save for a few scrapes of skin.

He landed and rolled a few times, heading straight for the legs of the person closest to him.The man stabbed straight with his sword, and Han Jin rolled over on the spot to avoid it again, straightened his upper body, and twisted the man's wrist like a tiger's tooth was pulled out.Although the man was frightened, the sword did not change, and Han Jin left a blood shadow on his left shoulder, but he still forcibly twisted off the man's right hand and snatched the sword away.

All his movements are insensitive and ugly, just like a stupid thief who fell from a tree.

But even so, how could anyone dare to kill someone in front of No. [-] in the world?

The other four swords had roared towards him, and Han Jin could clearly feel the pain of the internal force exploding in the meridians, like a burning fire, which wanted to burn his own limbs and bones without leaving a piece of armor.

With his hands tied behind his back, Zhu Yue looked at Han Jin's sword.Everyone looked at Han Jin's sword.

There is absolutely nothing to see about this sword.It seemed that it was just a swipe of God's skill, one person was cut off at the waist, the heads of the two rolled to the ground, and the only remaining one of the five sons of Jinjian fled out of the courtyard with a blood-spitting stump.

This is not murder, this is slaughter.

Han Jin wanted to chase after him, but suddenly his eyes went dark, and he braced his long sword, so that he could not sit down on the ground without his buttocks.The survivor had just fled to the door when a person rushed towards him.

It was the hurried Meng Fanghui.Of course, that person was ten thousand times more hasty than Meng Fanghui, he was so hasty that he didn't even care whether it was a human or a ghost in front of him, he slashed forward with his sword like crazy.Meng Fang turned to avoid it, Fang Hua made a loud movement, Han Jin and Zhu Yue shouted at the same time: "Don't leave alive!"

Meng Fang looked up and saw them, paused for a while, her footsteps were a little scattered, the man saw the opportunity and ran out.Meng Fang couldn't look back at him, so she staggered forward and tried to catch Xingfa's breath in vain at first, but suddenly froze, Han Jin watched a tear trickle down his profile face, leaving nothing but blankness in his mind.

Zhu Yue shouted: "Why cry! I didn't cry, you still have the face to cry!"

Han Jin gritted his teeth, stood up straight, and walked out without saying a word.

Even if he is blind, he understands that for anyone at this moment, there is no need for him to stay here.

Jiang Xun is really a small town.

It's so small that no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, or the second watch, every house is closed, and people are rarely seen on the street, except for some special festivals, but the bustling atmosphere that lasts all night has nothing to do with this place since ancient times.A building that can still be lit after midnight has only one possible occupation.To be fair, even this kind of place in Jiangxun Town has very few precedents that have been open until this time.

Meng Fanghui walked up Wenjiang Tower slowly.

It's not that he wants to walk so slowly, he has no choice.If you look closely from behind, you will also find that his walking posture is not very stable, and his right leg always seems to be a little late.

He really didn't have a deep understanding of Wenjianglou, but any man who lived to this age would have the common sense enough for him to pretend not to be alarmed on such occasions.This place is a little tasteless because it fits his imagination too much (including the part that is a bit petty).

The banquet has been withdrawn, and the singing and dancing are over.Looking around, a piece of nephrite jade is warm and fragrant.Han Jin sat at the top, with one arm around a girl.Compared with those peerless beauties he has experienced, he is certainly not outstanding, but Han Jin has never been a picky person; on the one hand, he is never satisfied, and on the other hand, he is very easy to be satisfied.

There was blood on his body, wine in his hands, and a woman in his arms.He has a fire in his heart and eyes like a beast.

This is the true face of Han Jin.That depressed, easy-going, forced-smiling Han Jin was originally just a false and distorted shadow of Meng Fanghui's wishful thinking!

The atmosphere in the hall was tense for a moment because of Meng Fanghui's arrival, and then returned to the artificial and lazy.A girl sitting next to her covered her mouth with her slender hand and yawned cautiously.

Even they know that this is just a grotesque dream that may end at any time. Their gorgeous makeup is just an absurd display in this dream, and it may peel off at any time, revealing the gray dross underneath.

Meng Fanghui didn't seem to be out of tune with all this, maybe he was too weak after all, without the power to be independent, especially when he lowered his head, he didn't even bring the coldness like a sharp knife outside the building.He looked helpless.

"Where did you get your money from?" he asked.

Han Jin looked up at him, his consciousness was a little hazy.

"I pawned the emerald," he said, raising his glass, as if in celebration.

"That's not enough." Meng Fang looked around and expressed her opinion cautiously.

"That's none of your business." Han Jin said, even if he was so drunk, he couldn't help laughing out loud, even if it didn't happen a few hours ago, this kind of talk is completely weird.He waved back at Meng Fang. "come here."

Meng Fanghui stepped forward, and the girl on Han Jin's left quietly stepped aside.He frowned as soon as he sat down.

"You just killed someone."

Han Jin looked at him suspiciously, as if he was so close that he didn't dare to judge his authenticity.

"Yes," he finally answered, his eyes sparkling with fresh memories. "That man has a cross scar on his face. He has a finger made of iron. It's very special. I'll keep it as a souvenir."

"Oh." Meng Fang replied, stopping him from taking out souvenirs. "That is the Iron Finger Bandit, a fugitive wanted by the government. He is extremely vicious. He ran across the south of the Yangtze River ten years ago, and no one dared to stop him. You will be rewarded with a lot of money if you take that finger to the government tomorrow."

Then he sighed. "Han Jin, you really are not poor."

Han Jin didn't answer.In his eyes, Meng Fanghui became many indistinctly, and then gradually closed into one precise one.The precise Meng Fang stretched out her hand to pour herself a cup of tea, and the sleeves she had changed were illuminated by the dying candle in deep and shallow flowing dark red.

"There is poison on the sword," he said. "Is your poison cured? I'll take the antidote—"

Han Jin suddenly lifted the table, and the wine glasses and wine pots shattered to the ground, and the girls screamed together.He had been wanting to do this action all night, and even Meng Fang Hui had a happy expression on his face.He was kneeling long with impeccable posture, his hands on his knees.

"Meng Fang, are you enough?" Han Jin gritted his teeth, and the words that came out between his teeth were so light that they would hurt if they fell on the ground. "How long do you still want to be hypocritical and generous? You have a mother, a school, a smooth sailing since childhood, and the stars are holding the moon. When you say a word, ten people follow. When I was in glory, you didn't even fart. Desperate, just want to show favor to me?"

The building was full of silence, and even the girls around were dumbfounded by this logic. Considering that the so-called true world is often exactly the opposite of what he described, this statement is really shockingly unreasonable.

And Meng Fanghui just lowered his eyebrows quietly.There was even a smile on his lips.

Meng Fanghui is a genius, and Han Jin is a prodigal son.Isn't it natural that a genius is inferior to a prodigal son?

"Don't you always know what I want?"

Han Jin's arrogance suddenly disappeared completely, and the bad wine flowing in his blood vessels also evaporated.

He is very sober now, and even if he doubts whether he is sober at this moment in the future, it will be an insult to him.This sobriety was enough to tell him how much the situation had been ruined by him; Meng Fang looked back at him with the same graceful and indifferent expression as before.All the decorations have been torn, all the gaps have been healed, and it is no longer possible for him to shake the shell from which all words will slip.

"Then I'll ask you for something."

He murmured, and slowly leaned close to Meng Fanghui's lips.