Sad Li

When Han Jin woke up, he knew that there was no solid land under him.The kind of wrapped, slightly bumpy pushing and shaking is actually a wonderful comfort.He vaguely saw the silhouette of Meng Fang holding a pen with her wrist hanging back.

"Where is this?" he said.Or maybe just a thought.People often think that they have said what they have thought in their hearts.

Meng Fang's hand holding the pen paused for a moment.

"On the boat," he replied.

As if to prove his words, the sound of the water in his ears suddenly became rushing.But Han Jin had fallen asleep again, or fell into a coma again.But this time it shouldn't be too long, because when he opened his eyes again, Meng Fanghui was still writing slowly.The long paper will hang down to the ground, and no matter how neat the small handwriting is, it is still too difficult for Han Jin to recognize at this time.He looked at it quietly and without exerting any force, not intending to disturb it.Meng Fang's lips were also trembling slightly and mechanically.Han Jin suddenly understood that the words he was muttering were the same as what was written on the paper.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who walks the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships——

... Sarira is not different in color, empty, empty, not different □□ is empty, that is, it is form, perception, thought, and consciousness, and it is also like this. Sarira is all dharmas, empty, unborn, immortal, dirty, unclean, increasing, and decreasing. Therefore, there is no color in the air and no perception. No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, even the unconscious world, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old age, no old age, no old death, no suffering, extinction, no wisdom, no attainment, no gain, so Bodhisattva Prajnaparamita, since there is no hindrance to the heart, no hindrance, no fear, so far away from the upside-down dream——

Han Jin wasn't quite sure if those dreams he had dreamed were upside-down dreams.He did have Meng Fang's response to this dream, but he patted his conscience and said that there was no unhealthy factor.It's nothing more than known content, mixed with various absurd flavors. For example, he and Meng Fanghui practiced swords together in the Xiaoxiang Sword Training Hall, but they all looked like adults, a head taller than other disciples. It's strange that no one noticed. They; Zhao Yiping rudely straightened his arms from behind.Han Jin realized later that he had never met Zhao Yiping, so the Zhao Yiping in the dream had no choice but to have Xie Huaide's face.Another example is that he walked down the street with Wang Huaijue and Meng Fanghui, and then argued with each other over a stupid topic (similar to how many legs a tortoise has), but the scene in the dream was so serious that it was life-threatening, and in the end, purple Go to the forbidden peak to fight to the death, and then there are tiles like fish scales under your feet, and then you enter an old routine of dreams throughout the ages: stepping on the ground.

The intervals between his waking hours became shorter and shorter, and the hours he was awake longer and longer.Occasionally, Meng Fanghui would not be in the cabin.Even now, they have nothing to communicate.The rushing river water in early spring makes this boat never empty.It is impossible for the emperor to go to Jiangling in the morning and evening, but they set out from Jiangling, and they also took the road of riding arrows and chasing the wind.To Han Jin, it was very simple, just a few thoughts in his half-dream and half-awake, but the ship they were on had sailed thousands of miles away.

It just can't go on forever like this.The boat was slowing, and finally a violent stop shook his eyelids away.Meng Fanghui came in again, and there was nothing on the table.

"Get off the boat," he said.

Han Jin sat up, a little bit reluctantly.Meng Fang helped him back, and Han Jin tried hard to lick his lips at him.

"Xiao Meng, I'm fine."

"Oh." Meng Fang replied noncommittal.Han Jin took a deep breath, and they walked out of the cabin.The boat floated quietly on the shore.The water and the sky are the same color, dazzling white, which makes people's legs weak.Meng Fanghui grabbed his left arm with one hand, and they walked past Zhouzi silently and jumped off the bow.Han Jin felt a sharp pain in his knee.He couldn't help but stop and looked back at the boatman.

"This big brother looks like someone I know," he said.

"Have you always approached girls like this before?" Meng Fang asked in a low voice.

Han Jin broke away from him and walked straight to the man.The boatman was a middle-aged man, dressed in plain fisherman's clothes, holding a boat pole in his hand, and wearing an old bamboo hat, only his rough chin and bushy sideburns could be seen in the shadow.Han Jin suddenly laughed.

"Guardian Zuo is safe and sound."

The man kept silent, but slowly took off his bamboo hat, and there was a gray and white scar on his left eye, like a shriveled insect corpse.The disheveled hair on the forehead is also gray, like the dry thatch by the river.But he was still standing on the bow of the boat, showing no intention of moving forward.

"Why don't you do it?" Han Jin asked bluntly. "Although it's much easier to be on the boat than it is now. Thanks to you, Xiao Meng Sanye didn't sleep a wink. Caution has always been to your advantage, but if you are too cautious, you will deceive others and yourself. The guardian has suffered once, isn't it enough? ?”

He thought he was telling the truth, but it all sounded like provocation.Bai Longteng was still silent, and there was no sign of bruised veins in the hand holding the edge of the bamboo hat.

"You want to kill me?" he asked.

"If you want to kill me."

"Do you think I want to kill you?"

Han Jin was terrified. "I didn't mean to kill you," he argued.

"Enough." Meng Fanghui interrupted him unbearably, and bowed to Long Teng. "Thank you senior for your care in the past few days. I have offended you so much just now. Please don't mind, senior." He retreated modestly, as if apologizing for Han Jin. Han Jin's chest was full of blood, and he felt that his appearance was disgusting, so he strangled him to death. Flicking his fingers on his elbow, he raised his voice recklessly. "What about the princess? You don't care about her anymore?"

Bai Longteng looked at him blankly, as if he had said something very strange.

"My daughter is 14 years old." He whispered.

He untied the cable, pushed the long pole a little harder, and the boat wobbled away from the shore and drifted down with the current.Meng Fang turned to his back and saluted again, "There are frequent turmoil on the river, seniors take care."

His voice was not loud, but it was sent to Bai Longteng's ear with the wind of the river.Han Jin poured cold water on the side: "The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. After passing this village, without this store, he probably has other plans."

Meng Fang stamped her feet back. "Han Jin, why are you so ignorant of good and evil? The Demon Cult was destroyed. He has retired from the world for many years, and he doesn't care about world affairs at first glance, let alone he has a family now. He doesn't want to care about the revenge of the sword. It's God's good life. Zhide. If you want to expose other people’s scars, if you force us to fight to the death, what’s the benefit?”

"What kind of fish is dead and the net is broken? Only he dies and he breaks."

Meng Fang sneered back and said, "Yes, you won't die, you won't break. You are a general who wins forever, and no one can beat you." She turned her head and left.Han Jinming knew that Meng Fanghui felt that he was unreasonable, but unfortunately he was also on the other side, silently meditating on color and space, trying to slow down his words: "Xiao Meng, if you really feel at ease with worshiping Longteng, why should you be so trembling? ?”

Meng Fang regained her composure, and said two words that were so correct that they were astounding: "You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others."

Han Jin couldn't help being overwhelmed, and the two entered the city as if they were strangers.Han Jin just felt uncomfortable. For the past two years, those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish. The response was completely unfamiliar, but seeing Meng Fang's sideways face as cold as ice, she decided in her heart when it would be more natural to speak.While hesitating, Meng Fanghui stopped suddenly, and Han Jin realized that the surrounding scenery was familiar, and it was Taibai Building in front of him.

"You wait for me here." Meng Fang replied. "I'm going to Qingji Villa."

"Xiao Meng." Han Jin stared at him in disbelief. "Did you know that I very, very, very, very, very much hate waiting for people?"

Meng Fanghui had been prepared for a long time. "Then you can do whatever you want, the feet grow on your body, and you can find your own fun wherever you go. As long as I come back, I can still see you. Speaking of which, I thought you should really not want to see the owner Xie."

"Xiao Meng, you should at least take a break." Han Jin said weakly. He was so proud of himself that he didn't necessarily regret it, but he was extremely frustrated.Since he had that whimsical idea, he has been unable to find the right way, and nothing he has done seems to be suitable.In fact, they knew the basics, and there was hardly any room for further improvement. He couldn't use it to deal with Meng Fanghui the same way he dealt with women.

"If you still think that I'm a person who hasn't closed my eyes for three days, just shut up." Meng Fanghui was also exhausted, she pressed her brows, and walked straight forward, with a trace of sleepiness in her back.Just as Han Jin was about to follow, a one-armed man suddenly passed by in his peripheral vision.

"...Damn it, it's really not sure who is waiting for whom this time." He sighed, glanced in the direction where Meng Fanghui had disappeared, turned around and hid under the eaves of the nearby wine shop.

Although there was no day that was particularly moving than the previous day, but when I visited Qingji Villa after half a month, the subtle influence was very obvious.In the past, the soil needed to be frozen, but now it is full of unopened flowers. Although Yun Zhengxiawei is still behind, there is only a magnolia tree in the corner of the yard, which is enough for Meng Fang to feel refreshed, her legs are not sore, and her head does not hurt.Unfortunately, Xie Huaide was not there, he went out early in the morning, and probably could return today.Meng Fanghui was led to wait in the guest room, so he had no objection, and just leaned against the desk to take a nap.

He had a short dream, a dream that can be dreamed during the day, which is always clearer and more chaotic than the night, and always more realistic.Even the time was the same, it was the sleepy afternoon.Disciple Xiaoxiang threw down his sword and sat on the ground, asking him to tell a story.Qi Xin had to sit on the left side of him, because there was a pimple on the left cheek, and a pimple on the right, with a round face and an earthy smell.However, Zhu Yue was not seen.He asked where Zhu Yue was going.Qi Xin said he was going to hunt a tiger.Kou Xingfa said: "Tell the story of the Demon Cult. The story of Wan Chongling."

Meng Fang cleared her throat and said, "Once upon a time there was a mountain named Wan Chongling. There was a demon cult on the mountain. The demon sect had a leader. The leader's name was Yuchilian."

Everyone booed: "I have heard it, I have heard it."

Meng Fang replied, "The Demon Cult still has a princess."

Kou Xingfa suddenly stretched out his hand to him, and put his arm firmly on his shoulder.Meng Fang looked at him in bewilderment, his face gradually became blurred, and suddenly became clear again.The person who pushed him outside the dream had an extremely familiar face.

Meng Fang got up suddenly and almost turned the chair over.He covered his heart with his right hand and called out, "Brother Fan."

The man's clothes were bright and clean, young and handsome, like a dandy, only the sword tassel pattern showed that he was a disciple of Qingji Villa.Meng Fanghui suspected that she was still in a dream, and the man said coldly, "I am not the Brother Fan you mentioned, even though my surname is Fan."

Meng Fang regained her composure. "Brother, forgive me. I dare to ask, what is the relationship between Xiongtai and Fan Chenghua?"

The man said: "It's my brother."

He paused for a moment, then said again: "Fan Chengle is here."

Meng Fanghui looked away from the sword on his waist. "It's a blessing in martial arts that He Zejian has a successor."

Fan Chengle sneered and said: "He couldn't walk down Wanchong Ridge alive, it's because he's not as skilled as others, so there's no regret." He added: "Didn't you come to see my master? Come with me."

Meng Fanghui followed Fan Chengle out of the house. He was familiar with the road, but he didn't take an extra step, and didn't say a word.On the contrary, Fan Chengle secretly looked at him from the corner of his eyes from time to time, but Meng Fang just ignored him.Seeing that the conference hall was close at hand, Fan Chengle suddenly said, "So what about He Zebi's youth?"

Meng Fang replied: "We have never played against each other."

Fan Chengle said: "It's not too late now."

Meng Fang suddenly felt a headache. "This kind of thing is not said sooner or later."

Fan Chengle folded his arms and looked at him playfully. "If you don't think about making progress, it's no wonder you're in decline. What's the use of a sword that doesn't seek victory?"

Meng Fang smiled back. "Fanghua is nothing but a superfluous decoration in the world."

Fan Chengle curled his lips and said nothing more.He really disliked Meng Fang's almost self-deprecating attitude of taking defense instead of offense, but he also paid attention to demeanor and didn't bother to force it.Besides, he wasn't obsessed with it at all.And Meng Fanghui was just in a daze, thinking that when Fan Chenghua died, he was just what he looked like now; he was quite happy to introduce these people to Zhang Chaoguang. To no return.

Fan Chengle is not really attached to him.Not attached to Zhang Chaoguang or others.Through him, they saw only Han Jin behind him, not even Han Jin himself, but the position envied by thousands of people.

In the eyes of others, he was very close to this position after all.As for how close, or how far, only he himself knows.

Han Jin was standing in the hall.How he feels at this moment, only he knows.

He is no stranger to this kind of place.But it was the first time he was in this kind of place, penniless and unarmed-this statement is a bit exaggerated, but even penniless and armed, I am afraid it will not help.Toss a thousand pieces of gold, just to hear the sound.

The entrance is so plain that it is difficult to detect, and the interior is so majestic that it does not match at all.The Wenjiang Building in Jiangxun Town is like a cottage in comparison.The business content is very rich, and it is by no means limited to the nature of Wenjiang Tower. There are more than a dozen gambling tables filled with smoke, and everyone at the table looks like a fairy. Even if Han Jin promises not to subconsciously take another look, He also lost his target in an instant.

Han Jin looked around.From upstairs to downstairs, soaked in powder and blood, the smooth railing, cursing, laughing, shadowy, sweet to rotten smell of wine, and the sound of bead curtains colliding almost made him unable to stand, as if given to him. A man recovering from a serious illness poured a pot of Shiquan Dabu soup on his head.

Someone patted him from behind.Looking back, Han Jin saw that he was a very delicate young man, so delicate that he was even a little shy.Even though Han Jin was so stimulated that his eyes dimmed, he still couldn't fail to see that he was the owner of this place.

"What are you looking for?" His voice was deep and soft, and he responded to every request without revealing it. Obviously, he had seen this kind of scene at least a thousand times.

"I'm looking for someone." Han Jin told the truth.

"who?"

"A one-armed swordsman. The only one is his left arm. His surname is Chen, and he is the third or fourth of Jinjian's five sons." Han Jin said straightforwardly. "Since he is your guest, you must know everything about it. Can you tell me where he is?"

The young man smiled in embarrassment. It was impossible to see whether the embarrassment was because he didn't know the answer, or he knew the answer but couldn't tell it. "Sorry, but this is a bit... You see, there are hundreds of people who come and go here every day. How can I know everyone's origin?"

"Forget it." Han Jin turned around and left without delay.The young man stopped him from behind. "Wait a minute, Your Excellency. Although I am ashamed that I can't help you with this matter, there may be other things that I can help you with. Let's talk about it."

Han Jin murmured: "There's nothing to show courteousness to. It's either adultery or robbery." He saw that the young man's face instantly changed as if he had eaten something inappropriate, and added: "But maybe it's a true bodhisattva heart. Although I'm not What a good person, but I also believe that there are such good people in the world."

The young man smiled wryly, "Please."

Han Jin followed him to avoid the crowds, walked upstairs to a small room, and there was another room in the room. When the shutter was released, the bustling scene was immediately isolated from the outside. Han Jin only glanced at it and knew that not only was it not separated, but it was a hundred times larger. Take the essence.Behind the screen is a low table with wine vessels and saucers.The young man smiled and said, "You can call me Xiaoxie."

Han Jin slandered almost subconsciously: "Old Xie, Xiao Xie, one crab is not as good as one crab." This is of course an instinctive prejudice and sense of crisis.The so-called gentle and handsome young men who are turbulent under the surface are often the most powerful competitors in the love field. Even if Han Jin thinks he is hundreds of times stronger than them, he may not necessarily take advantage of them.The strange thing is that Meng Fanghui will not be like this.

It's not that Meng Fanghui is not popular with girls.In fact, Han Jin alone knew several girls with names and surnames who cried and shouted that he would not marry them.Of course, these girls ended up marrying other people.

Of course, Han Jin would not delve into this kind of matter in detail, but occasionally wondered whether he lived by drinking the wind.

His thoughts went a little far, and when he came back to his senses, Xiao Xie was looking at him.Han Jin realized that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and was about to speak when Xiao Xie interrupted him.

"It was just said that there may be other places where we can serve." He said. "But I am more and more worried that there is nothing we can do for you."

"You're afraid that I won't ask for anything and you won't be able to profit from it, so you'll have to worry a lot more," Han Jin said. "Don't worry. How can people ask for nothing?"

Xiao Xie did not refute the first half of his sentence. "Your Excellency, it's all right."

"Actually," Han Jin coughed, looking a little embarrassed, "I'm trapped by love."

Xiao Xie's eyes glowed. "That's easy," he said, clapping his hands immediately.

"Not a pretty woman."

Xiao Xie didn't even blink. "That's easy to handle." He immediately clapped his hands again.

"It's not a handsome man either."

Xiao Xie's hand that was raised to clap was frozen in mid-air. "May I ask if the object of your love is a human?" He asked cautiously.

"Nonsense, of course he is human, and he is beautiful." Han Jin said. "In short, this matter is not so easy to handle. I think you are a person who has experienced many battles, so there is no point in asking for advice. If it's just a spring night, then I can solve it myself."

"Oh, that's really abrupt." Xiao Xie was in awe, and his straight back straightened a little. "In front of Your Excellency, I really don't dare to fight against others. However," he bent his fingers and tapped on the table lightly. "What your Excellency said is that people can't ask for nothing. Those four words are always correct-"

For some reason, "Amitabha" flashed in Han Jin's mind.

"—Follow what you like."

Han Jin clapped wildly. "You've spoken very well," he said, taking the opportunity to down his drink.He hadn't had such a fine wine for months. "——But what should I use to suit my interests? I have no power, no power, no strengths. My martial arts are also poor. Even if I am ten times more handsome than now, it will not help." He straightened his upper body and deliberately approached Xiao Xie, almost drunk Spray it on someone's face. "The most worrying thing is that he may not be good, but you can teach me how to match him up?"

Xiao Xie's smile froze, his face turned pale, and he moved back indistinctly.

"Your Excellency, please respect yourself."

Han Jin suddenly lost interest and stood up abruptly.Xiao Xie looked up at him, but saw that his eyes were blood red and violent, and there was a terrible gray death color near his temples, as if something was swimming and breaking under the skin that had lost its elasticity.

"Go away." Han Jin said, realizing that he was the master, so he changed his words. "I'll get out. I'm quitting this job now, and I may not wash my hands from now on, but there is always a time when people are out of shape. No matter how high the price you pay, it's the same. It's still unlucky to do it after three days." He smiled, revealing his thick white teeth. "Or do you want to try?"

Xiao Xie shook his head calmly.His hands on his knees were already sweating.

"...Originally following the advice of the seniors and getting the help of Miss Wang, although it was dangerous, or not serious, unexpectedly, the five sons of Jinjian attacked Xiaoxiang at night, and Han Jin used his internal strength to force himself, and he was also poisoned by a strange poison. Asking the doctor for medicine, everyone said that time is running out." Meng Fang paused, he looked calm, as if he was talking about something irrelevant, although strictly speaking, it was indeed irrelevant. "Empty senior's kindness is useless after all, or he can't escape this catastrophe, it's just a matter of days."

Xie Huaide stood up, pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.Meng Fanghui only held the hot tea carefully, even though her palm was hot, the back of her hand was so cold that she couldn't feel it.Xie Huaide walked for several miles, finally gritted his teeth, called a disciple and said, "Go and get that."

The disciple agreed and went out, and brought back a small box after a while.The lid was lifted, and inside was a small porcelain bottle.Meng Fang didn't dare to answer, and asked, "Senior, this is..."

"Kunlun Mountain Wuxuzi refines medicine. It takes ten years to make one furnace, and one furnace has three pills. He gave me one pill, saying that it can revive the dead. Fortunately, I don't need it yet." Xie Huaide didn't look at him either. "You take it."

Meng Fang bowed back to the ground. "Senior's great virtue, there is nothing to repay."

"Do you think it's over? You can't take advantage of him." Xie Huaide had a cold face. "What you said about the five sons of Jinjian, since they rebelled from the sect, they have behaved perversely, and the remnants of the demon sect fled to Sichuan after the defeat of the demon sect. It is not unexpected that they acted in collusion. I have received the news, and I have been silent for a long time Suspicious people have come in and out of Wan Chongling recently, and there is also a demon guardian whose whereabouts are unknown in the middle. We are scheduled to meet at the foot of Wanchong Ridge on March [-]th, and we have already sent a letter to your master, taking advantage of the remnants of the Devil's Cult not to gain a foothold."

"Cut the mess with a sharp knife, as expected of a senior." Meng Fang bowed back. "Senior, if there is a need, just ask. I will not hesitate to use swords and fires."

"That's you!" Xie Huaide stared. "Where is the number one in the world?"

"He dare not obey." Meng Fang made the decision for Han Jin without blinking her eyes.Xie Huaide was a little annoyed, stretched his sleeves and sat down again. "Okay, okay, with you two young talents, you are better than countless mediocrities under my sect, and this battle is sure. How could Zhang Chaoguang get involved in this matter? If the Demon Sect gets his help, the situation will be much more serious."

"I think this is..." Meng Fang pondered for a while. "This person has excellent swordsmanship and strange whereabouts, but he has always been alone. This time he is helping the evil, and it may be that some reason has fallen into the hands of the Demon Sect... In short, in case of a match, you need to be fully prepared. But with seniors in charge, even if you Even if Yuchi is resurrected, there is nothing he can do."

He rushed a compliment, and Xie Huaide was uncomfortable hearing it, so he coughed. "Auspicious words from my virtuous nephew. After all, I have something to do right now. I have sent people to inform other martial arts sects, but the boy from Handan is still unaccounted for. It's not easy for you two to take a trip."