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"Don't talk?" Nan Lanqing waited for a long time before Feng Pingping could speak out, then sighed again, and said, "These are all things to say later, you should stay here first, heal your injuries, and stay as long as you want. It’s okay to stay at Nanxian Racecourse all the time to do things, and I won’t treat you badly. If you can’t get used to it, you can go back to the mountains to hunt and collect herbs, and no one will disturb your cleanliness.”

"Where's the corpse?" Feng Pingping finally choked out three words, and after finishing speaking, his face became tense.

"Sun Sibi asked Qianfengxieyu to take him back to Ju County and bury him in the ancestral grave." Nan Lanqing paused, seeing that he still hadn't moved, and then said: "Sun Sibi waited for three days and you haven't woken up. People have gone back to Weibei. The only people in this world who know that Feng Pingping is still alive are Sun Sibi, Zhang Zhuying, and me. The three of us are friends of Ye Weiliao. You can rest assured. The servants in the mansion will also see you. The doctors here only think of you as an injured Jianghu person. There are still a few people in the mansion who were injured fighting with the Sanshimen. They might recognize you, so you have to be careful. Don’t move around a lot these days, just stay in the In this courtyard, it is better for your injuries to lie still and recuperate."

"Where's Zhang Zhuying?" Feng Pingping asked again.

"She was not seriously injured, and she was placed with the family members of the mansion. Do you want to see her?" Nan Lanqing asked.

Feng Pingping thought for a while, then shook his head vigorously, Nan Lanqing always felt that he had also shaken away the tears.Following him, he stood up and staggered out with the help of the bed frame. Nan Lanqing wanted to stop him, and said, "What are you doing when you get up? Didn't I just tell you to rest, be careful not to fall!"

"My knife." Feng Pingping said in a muffled voice.

"Wait!" Nan Lanqing shouted angrily.He went outside, clapped his hands, and called two servants in.The two held a machete, a brand-new hunting knife, a set of washed robes, and a brand-new bundle on the table in turn. "Your things are all here, whether you have more or less, you can count them yourself."

Feng Pingping walked to the table, stood firmly against the table, wrapped his cotton robe around his upper body, retracted the machete to his waist, took out the hunting knife and looked at it, it was bright and sharp, much easier to use than his old knife.He looked up at Nan Lanqing and nodded slightly, thanking him for the gift.

Put away the hunting knife and put on the bag. Although the wrappings have been changed, everything inside must be there.

Feng Pingping stretched out his hand to take the burden knot, paused, and then untied it to read.Snake grass and empty bamboo tubes; bottles and cans seemed to be missing, most of them were broken; the money bag containing silver taels was swollen, and it was probably sent by Nan Lanqing... Finally, he touched a copper box at the bottom, picked it up and shook it After shaking, the two dice inside were clinking, but they were still there.

"Where's his...knife?" Feng Pingping asked dumbly.

"Huh?" Nan Lanqing didn't understand for a while, thought for a while, and said, "You mean Ah Liao's knife? I didn't see it, maybe it was burned in the fire."

Feng Pingping raised his head and glanced at Nan Lanqing, and stopped talking to him, tied his bag on his shoulders, clasped his fists as a salute, and walked out the door after bypassing the Nan Lanqing.His steps were still vain, but he walked firmly step by step without looking back.

"Are you leaving now? Your injury is not healed... Drink some more medicine? Eat something?" Nan Lanqing shouted behind him, no matter how he greeted Feng Pingping, he ignored it.Nan Lanqing was very bored after shouting, and cursed in a low voice: "Sure enough, it's exactly the same as him, stinking face! Stubborn donkey! Don't listen to people!"

Feng Pingping couldn't hear it either.

Feng Pingping walked for a long time, and finally came out of Nan Lanqing's mansion, stepped over the threshold, and stood outside the vermilion lacquer gate.In front of me are streets I have never walked through, pedestrians I have never seen, and places I have never been to.The sky was so clear that there was not even a trace of cloud, and the sun was pouring down unobstructedly. The stone bricks on the street shone brightly with scattered rays of light, which hurt the eyes.

Feng Pingping blinked, and two streams of tears fell down, which couldn't be stopped.

He jumped down the stone steps, ignoring the pain from the shock, and ran forward with big strides.A person ran across the street and then another street, ran out of Yu Zhi, ran across the newly turned fields after the snow melted, and ran through the woods with sprouting branches and flying flowers, and suddenly there was an endless mountain field in front of him , Gently undulating, following the horizon far away, I couldn't tell the direction for a while.His eyes were slightly hot, but his heart was completely cold, and he finally realized that he was the only one in this world.

Feng Pingping stood in the wilderness for a long time, until the day was dying, and the sky was surrounded by rays of light, when he suddenly remembered something, recognized the direction, turned and walked towards Qiping.

He ran away from Yu Zhi unknowingly, but he was much closer to Qiping.The injury was not healed, and his strength was exhausted, so he walked slowly all the way, and after walking all night, he arrived at Qiping at dawn.The Xiong family's mansion was burned down by a small half, and a black ruined wall was seen from a distance. There was no sound of people, and the early pedestrians walked around.

Feng Pingping stepped in from the toppled courtyard wall, estimated the location, and found the hall.It was also the place in the middle where the explosion was the hardest. The four walls of the roof were turned into a piece of rubble and scorched earth, leaving no traces.

Feng Pingping squatted down and began to rummage. He lifted up the broken stones one by one, scraped away piles of coke, and touched inch by inch.

It turned over to the twisted sword, which was burnt black.The overturned half-cut knife was his hunting knife.After digging through most of the ruins, Ye Weiliao's knife was never found.Can't it just be picked up by someone?Feng Pingping sat down on the ground, took a breath, and thought about the fact that Luo Fufo's body had to be collected for him, the two of them died together... Could it be that the people from the Three Corpses Sect walked away?

No, Sun Sibi couldn't leave Luo Fufo's body to the remnants of the Three Corpses.

That's why I regretted that Xizi Rujin didn't ask Nan Lanqing more before, and now I have no clue to find it. Maybe someone threw the knife away, or maybe he didn't find it in the remaining half of the ruins. Come on, just turn it over again.

Feng Pingping stood up, stretched his limbs to activate his blood vessels, and prepared to continue digging the soil and turning the knife.Suddenly there was a very slight movement from the edge of the fire scene, Feng Pingping turned his head suddenly, a thin black shadow swiftly swam across the black ground, jumped up his upper body along the hem of his trousers, and swam around his arms in circles like a wild joy.

Black Snake was thrown out by Luo Fufo, and he didn't know where to hide these few days, and he still knew to look for him.

Feng Pingping reached out and stroked the black snake, took out some herbs and dried insects to feed it, and opened the bamboo tube to let it burrow in.I wanted to put it back in the bag, but then I thought that the person who was afraid of snakes was gone, so I hung it back on my belt.

After a whole day, Feng Pingping steadfastly touched the whole fire scene, and went around the still intact house in Xiong's mansion, but he didn't see Ye Weiliao's tattered sword.

The more Feng Pingping thought about it, the more wrong he became, so he had to go back and ask Nan Lanqing.

He lay on a piece of black charcoal all day long, and his whole body was as black as a ghost from head to toe. When he walked back to the street, passers-by all avoided him, but no one could recognize him.

When he reached the street corner, he turned his back to Xiong's Mansion, and a small sedan chair came towards him, passing through the middle of the road beside him, and turned to the street in front of Xiong's Mansion.There was wind at the street, the curtains of the sedan chair were lifted slightly, and a faint fragrance came out from the sedan chair.The bamboo tube on Feng Pingping's waist moved slightly, and he suddenly turned his head, staring at the small sedan chair.

In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the sedan chair, and with a machete, he cut off most of the curtain of the sedan chair through the bearer, revealing the person in the sedan chair.

The bearer at the front was startled by the slash of his scimitar, and let go of the sedan chair, while the bearer at the back was still moving forward, almost throwing the occupants out of the sedan chair.The person in the sedan chair screamed, the voice was immature, and the person was just a ten-year-old girl doll, with a pink face and dark eyes, she was so frightened that she turned her face away, screaming and crying Tears blurred his face.

"Hero, spare your life!" The bearer clasped his fists over his head and knelt down for him.

"Father! Mother!" the girl cried.

Feng Pingping didn't know what to say to them, although he smelled the fragrance of the medicine and smelled it when he got closer, there was no smell of medicine on the girl's body, and he was probably in a daze from the injury.So he also hugged the bearer, turned his head and left, leaving the sedan chair inside and outside crying bitterly and frightened for unknown reasons.

Feng Pingping rushed back to Yu Zhi early the next morning, exhausted from running around, but left a thread of thought hanging in his mind, no matter what, he had to ask Nan Lanqing for clarification.

He took two extra detours and went the wrong way. For some reason, he couldn't remember the terrain near Nanfu, so he finally found the gate.

Two horses were parked in front of the door, and three people stood there.One he recognized was Lu Yunan.One he barely recognizes, and he does.Zhang Zhuying changed her clothes, a light blue shirt, a goose yellow skirt, her hair was tied obliquely to hide a wound on her forehead, she looked like a different person, beautiful and charming, smiling and smiling.

Feng Pingping vaguely felt that there was something unusual, something he didn't know, and his heart beat faster for no reason, so he steadied his footsteps and walked towards them slowly.

He didn't know the third person at all. He was a man in his thirties, with a rough appearance, but a stiff expression.

He was talking to Lu Yun'an and Zhang Zhuying, saying goodbye to them.

Zhang Zhuying said: "Brother is going back to Qingcheng, I'm not in a hurry to go back, go to Qiyun Mountain first." "Miss Zhang wants to participate in the Qiyun competition? 'Qingcheng Bamboo Shadow, Qiyun Mohua', is it finally a showdown? " the man asked.

"Not in the arena." Zhang Zhuying smiled lightly, and said: "Although I intend to compete with Miss You, but Qi Yun still won't be in the ring, and Miss You hasn't been in either."

"These disciples don't know what they want to see, so of course they can't go on stage and call them!" Lu Yun'an said.

"It makes sense." The man nodded.

"Yun'an, don't talk to Nanchang Master like that..." Before Zhang Zhuying finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that Lu Yun'an's expression was different. She turned her head and followed his line of sight. The man walked over with the morning light behind his back, he couldn't see his expression, he could only see that he was trembling slightly.

"Nanchang master?" Feng Pingping looked at the man, his voice was a little hoarse, and asked: "You are the Nanchang master? Nan Lanqing?"

"Yun'an, you go first!" Zhang Zhuying yelled, rushing up to catch Feng Pingping, he was so tired that he was about to collapse, Zhang Zhuying and the South Field Master supported him from left to right and walked quickly into the mansion until he reached a room Put it down in the room.

Feng Pingping grabbed the Nanchang owner by the collar and asked, "Nan Lanqing?"

"This is..." Zhang Zhuying stumbled, and insisted on saying, "Nanlan Qingnan's cousin is also named Nan, so he is also called Nanchangzhu."

"Humph! Humph!" Feng Pingping snorted coldly one after another. Zhang Zhuying was not good at lying at all. Such a red-faced argument made it even more true that this person was Nan Lanqing, and who was the Nan Lanqing he met earlier? ?Both of them avoided his gaze, not wanting to tell him the truth.Feng Pingping broke off Nan Lanqing's collar, stood up and walked out.

Zhang Zhuying hurriedly chased after him and followed him closely. Feng Pingping looked around while striding, and couldn't help shouting: "Nan Lanqing! Nan Lanqing, come out! Nan Lanqing—"

"He is right behind you, he is Nan Lanqing, don't shout." Zhang Zhuying said.

"Nan Lanqing!" Feng Pingping refused to listen, but continued to shout.Later, the shouting became hoarse, like crying. "Nan Lanqing, come out! Tell me! Is he still alive? Isn't he!"