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They will be bewitched by evil spirits and become violent and dark, which is why the recent chaos on Yingzhou Island has arisen.Maybe it was because of this that Qianfan went astray and didn't know how to repent. "

An Guangsha's tense expression finally relaxed a little, all kinds of bitterness condensed into a faint wry smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's just hearsay, how can there be such a thing, no matter what a person does, it is due to his own choice, how can he Blame it on a sword."

Feng Guangchang sighed, and said: "Oh, Qian Fan and you and I are also considered brothers, but now we are in such a situation, it is really sad. If I can find out earlier, maybe there is still room for redemption."

An Guangsha shook his head and said, "It's not your fault. It's all my fault." At this point, he let out an inaudible sigh deep in his throat, and said in a tone like talking to himself: "If I He is a leader worthy of entrustment, how can he cause the people around him to fall into the current situation."

Only Feng Guangsheng heard his confession in a soft voice.

Afterwards, his face returned to its usual stern and steady expression.He walked a few steps quickly, came to the place where Zhao Qiancheng fell to the ground, took off his clean outer shirt, and carefully draped it over the corpse, covering the hideous wound left by the long sword piercing through the back, and also covered the Zhang was deformed by the ground, but he could still see the frightened and unwilling face.

The old couple of the Zhao family stood aside, looking at him through their tearful eyes.

Inside and outside the house, dozens of pairs of eyes were also staring at him in silence.

Xiling Village no longer exists, but he is still the young leader entrusted by this group of people.

He raised his voice: "Everyone, take the dead first and leave this land of right and wrong."

Everyone responded one after another, offering their outer shirts, wrapping Zhao Qiancheng's body, wrapping up the unbearable wounds in a decent way, and then carrying them on their shoulders.The two old men turned around and went out with the help of their hands and feet.

There is still a long way to go.

At dusk, a group of people passed through the market with great momentum, attracting the residents of the island to stop along the road. Among them were Zhang Manzi and Li Widow. Everyone was silent, but every pair of eyes seemed to be on An Guangsha, or they were gloating. Or sad and melancholy, as if to say, it turns out that you also have righteous deeds that you cannot do, and you also have promises that you cannot keep.

An Guangsha remained silent all the way.

Finally arrived at the wonton shop, the signboard covered in smoke and dust was still hanging on the door beam, but the firewood in the stove had long been cold.

The old woman stopped at the gate of her own courtyard, but did not go in. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, she stopped, looked at a locust tree by the street, and murmured: "When Cheng'er was young, he always liked to go here. At that time, the tree was still a small seedling, and he still listened to me, and he knew how to go home when he had played enough. Every time he came home, he always smelled the fragrance of Sophora japonica on his body... ..."

Her words were devoid of logic, her voice was very soft, rambling, long and trivial, and uncoordinated.But none of the people dared to speak out to disturb.Until the owner of the yard let out a choked breath, wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "Old lady, don't talk anymore, don't talk anymore..."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, her wrinkled lips trembled, and she cried out again.

The wind at dusk blew the shadows of the trees around, like the disputes in the rivers and lakes, one ebbs and the other ebbs and flows, endlessly.But for them, life is approaching the end at this moment, like standing in the middle of a bridge, seeing the bleak and desolate scenery at the end at a glance.

The hoarse cries echoed in the dusk, making it seem extraordinarily empty.

An Guangsha turned his head silently.

Feng Guangsheng was keenly aware of his movements, and immediately asked, "Brother, where are you going?"

An Guangsha raised the empty iron sheath in his hand, and said, "Go and chase Yan Qianfan back, put the sword back into the sheath."

"I'll go with you."

"No need, you were injured just now, so you shouldn't move any more. After you settle down the brothers, let's rest too."

Seeing that An Guangsha was about to leave, Feng Guangsheng chased him two more steps, patted him on the shoulder, then met his gaze, and said, "Then you are safe, anyone in Xiling Village will do without you. No way."

"I understand." An Guangsha nodded, his eyes seemed to flicker, bathed in the setting sun, like a pool full of sad water.

After An Guangsha left, Feng Guangsheng's eyes were still fixed on the front, and the pair of eyes that met him just now remained in front of his eyes.

An Guangsha's pupils are very large, the inner and outer corners of the eyes are very wide, and he has the most regular three courts and five eyes in the painter's mouth. Although this person's face is not handsome, and he has no habit of grooming his appearance, his eyes are extremely bright and open-minded. It must make people seem to be able to see into their hearts at a glance.

Feng Guangsheng silently recalled when he began to remember these eyes.When did it start again, when I met these eyes, the surging emotion in my heart changed from love to hatred.

He can't remember.

The setting sun casts a long shadow behind him, and this shadow has followed him closely since birth.It's just that he walked towards the sun all the way, under the shining of the sun, he deliberately didn't pay attention to it.

An Guangsha is the sun that he can't get rid of in his life. He vaguely remembers the scene when he was a child. His father put one hand on the back of his neck, and put the other lightly on the shoulder of the serious-looking young man, saying: "Go Hou Guangsha is your big brother, you have to risk your life to protect him."

Fate to each other was once a vow exchanged between the two parents. Feng Guangsheng heard his mother mention that they were born and died together, and thus formed an unbreakable friendship.

However, the memory of going through life and death does not belong to him, so how can this true love truly belong to him.Everyone is an isolated island in the world, and love and hate, loyalty and hatred cannot be inherited through blood.

It's a pity that his father was a rough man, and he didn't understand these principles until his death. His father gave his life to protect An Guangsha, and fulfilled his oath as he wished.Such a pure life is like the inscriptions on the tombstone, simple and clear, every line, every stroke is full of endless power.

But through the mouths of idlers, he learned that the person who erected the monument for his father was actually Yan Qianfan. His life was really a tortuous joke.

The more beautiful the setting sun was, the more solid the shadow behind him was, like a heavy shackle that tied him to the ground, unable to move.

He wondered more than once whether his life would have been different if he hadn't been born in Feng's family, if he didn't have the bright sun of An Guangsha in front of him.

Too bad he never had a choice.

At some point, a person walked out from the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and came to him. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, saw the person's short stature and hunchbacked figure, and knew that this person was one-eyed.

Zhang Duyan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where is Young Master going?"

Feng Guangsheng didn't answer directly, but said: "He told us to rest and wait for him to come back."

Zhang Duyan curled his lips: "There is nothing to rest. I didn't punch or kick at all this day. I just stared at one eye from morning to night, and I was almost suffocated."

Feng Guangsheng turned his gaze to him and raised his eyebrows: "Call your brothers, I have something good for you."

Zhang Duyan's one eye lit up, he answered a resounding "yes", then turned and went back to the yard.

In the courtyard, more than [-] people from Xiling Village also unloaded their weapons, some shared dry food, some fetched water to drink, some washed clothes, and some simply fell asleep on the bedding.After a few days of eating and sleeping in the open air, everyone accumulated tiredness, and finally found a roof to live in. Even the floor in the firewood house became as soft as cotton.

Zhang Duyan entered the door and turned around, and then five "brothers" followed.

These five people are not his biological siblings, but righteous brothers who have performed the ceremony of burning incense and worshiping each other. The six people are about the same age, and they are all close to age.Zhang Duyan has a bold and unruly personality, and has always been popular with people. Although he is blind and his martial arts are not as good as before, others still regard him as their elder brother and respect him.

A few people followed Feng Guangsheng to the bank of Huichuan, looking around in an empty place, Zhang Duyan found a raised rock and sat on it.

Feng Guangsheng stood still opposite him, conjured a bunch of long brown tube-shaped things from his hand as if by magic, and handed one to him.

Zhang Duyan just glanced at it, then opened his mouth wide: "Mayan?"

"Good eyesight," Feng Guangsheng gave a thumbs up.

"Where did you find it?"

"Didn't I go to the gambling house today to find someone, and I brought some along the way for you to try."

Hemp tobacco is a product from the Western Regions. It is made from the dried and smoked leaves of a special plant. The government prohibits farmers from growing this crop. Therefore, cigarettes are very rare in the Central Plains, and the price is of course very high.Feng Guangsheng generously donated money and gave each person a long stick.Afterwards, he took out a torch and approached everyone's hands, and lit the cigarette butts one by one.

Zhang Duyan picked up the cigarette, brought it to his mouth and took a sip, then narrowed his eyes, made a smacking sound between his lips, and showed a look of intoxication on his face, but the happiness only lasted for a moment, like a fingertip Like blue smoke, it dangled and dissipated cleanly. He lowered his head and showed a sad face: "Young Master, don't tell us to smoke this. What are you talking about? It's not good for martial arts..."

Feng Guangsheng sighed, and said: "Oh, my big brother is good everywhere, but too good, he looks like a fairy in the Nine Heavens Palace, has he ever thought that the mortals who live under the eyes of the fairy , how hard it must have been.”

Those words struck Zhang Duyan's heart, and the latter raised his head immediately, and said impatiently, "Brother Feng, you don't know that today, I'm really going to suffocate to death."

Feng Guangsheng also sat down not far away, waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, speak slowly."

Zhang Duyan responded, and recounted the whole process of An Guangsha helping the ruffian to heal the wounds and helping the widow to pick up things, and finally scolded: "You don't know, when those bastards saw the young master suffering, all the faces were smug. What a humble expression. Our Xiling Village is also a famous family. In the past, not to mention the common people, even the officers and soldiers in southern Xinjiang would give way to them. Now they are being bullied by liars and sent by widows. Tell me, this Why?"

Feng Guangsheng didn't answer, but the rest of the people jumped in and agreed.They said these words not to seek answers, but to vent the stagnation accumulated in their hearts.These words cannot be mentioned in front of An Guangsha, they can only be exchanged in private.

This is not the first time such a rally has taken place.

It has become a tacit habit of the six people to get together to vent their grievances like today.Today, with the help of marijuana, they talked more than usual. As time went by, their words became more vulgar, their attitudes became worse, and the words they spit out became more and more unsavory.

Feng Guangsheng didn't answer, until several people talked dryly, with red necks and panting heavily, he was still a silent listener.

He also held a cigarette in his hand, but he didn't put it in his mouth, he just held it quietly, letting the sparks on the cigarette crawl slowly, like a feeding bug, leaving a trail of ash behind him.

Zhang Duyan noticed his strange appearance and asked, "Brother Feng, are you...?"

Feng Guangsheng said: "This is for my father, you don't know, he has always had a habit of smoking marijuana."

Zhang Duyan looked a little surprised. Although Feng Guangsheng got close to him and talked with him often, he rarely mentioned the topic of his parents.He thought of Feng Si's sacrifice in the arena to protect An Guangsha, he couldn't help but shook his head, and said, "Oh, the world is impermanent, so please mourn."

Feng Guangsheng nodded: "Actually, I have expected this day to come."

Speaking of this, a sad look that did not match his age appeared on the young face. On a face that was piled up with many lies, only this sad look was very real.

The ashes at the end of the cigarette fell quietly on the ground, Feng Guangsheng watched quietly, his eyes a little absent-minded.It wasn't until Mars crawled halfway that he slowly raised his arms, wrapped the cigarette in his lips, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Others smoked the marijuana, feeling relaxed and happy, but after he smoked, the melancholy on his face deepened.

Feng Guangsheng's melancholy was not due to his father's death.

Feng Si traveled around with the old owner for half his life, lived a life of licking blood, and spent very little time with his wife and children. Even at home, he seldom showed his loving side. He was strict with his only son. Beating and scolding discipline is commonplace.In Feng Guangsheng's impression, Feng Si is a rigid and boring father who is admired and loved by people around him.

This impression lasted almost the entire teenage years, until near the end of this time, Feng Guangsheng discovered his father's secret.

The old manor owner didn't know this secret, Mrs. Feng didn't know it, and An Guangsha didn't know it.But it just made him aware of the clues.

Feng Si hid marijuana privately.

The upright knight sewed a small pocket on the inside of the cuff to hold the hemp cigarettes he bought from somewhere.Marijuana is a forbidden item on the official road, and can only be purchased from private and obscure channels. It is precious and rare, and it is hard to come by.Feng Si was only willing to take a small puff each time, and hid the rest of the cigarette back. Over time, the end of the cigarette butt turned black, deformed and fell off during squeezing, and looked very ugly.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Feng Guangsheng would never have believed that such an ugly thing could be stuffed into his mouth.

The father who has always cherished his face will never reveal his secrets in front of everyone.Only in the middle of the night, he braved the cold wind, went outdoors, and secretly smoked in a place where no one was backlit.He is always covered with a thick fox fur, his cheeks are always stiff and white by the wind, and his fingers are always trembling and swishing. Only after repeated several times can he ignite the fire smoothly.However, whenever the green smoke rises, he always raises his head slightly, narrows his eyes, and opens his lips slightly, showing an intoxicated look.

Feng Guangsheng followed him all the way, climbed up to the eaves not far away, hid behind the ridge, and peeked at his father from a height.

The hemp smoke burned quietly, and a wisp of bluish-white smoke floated into the air and penetrated into his nose.

It was as if someone had rubbed his nasal cavity with rough sandpaper, and a strong smell of burnt mold rushed straight to the center of his eyebrows, making him almost cough.It's just a thin wisp of green smoke, which is more pungent and unbearable than the oily smoke from cooking.Feng Guangsheng couldn't help frowning—how could anyone in the world like such an unpleasant smell.

However, when the green smoke floated over his head, submerged into the night sky, and disappeared, the smell miraculously remained in his body, as if it had been diluted very lightly, lingering under the skin, with a soft and comfortable numbness Feeling, flowing through the red nose and frozen limbs, turned into bursts of relief, relaxing the tense mind.

At that moment, Feng Guangsheng finally understood why the world is addicted to marijuana.

Feng Si just took a few puffs, then extinguished the cigarette butt, and hid it back in the pocket at the bottom of his sleeve.He has been on the road today, his clothes are covered with sweat, his cuffs are dirty and greasy, and the dirt in his pockets must have accumulated even thicker.Feng Guangsheng saw it, and felt disgusted for a while, thinking that next time the cigarette butt would be wrapped between his lips, his nose would wrinkle up,

However, after Feng Si turned and left, he lay alone on the eaves. Not long after, he began to miss the smell just now, and the comfort left by the unpleasant breath that was diluted by time and flowed through the internal organs. .He thought, if someone lit a hemp cigarette at this moment and held it up in front of him, he would definitely forget about any sloppy and messy things and not care about them.

It is important to be glamorous and decent, but there is always a greedy and depraved part in the human soul, which cannot be filled by righteousness alone.

That chance encounter changed Feng Guangsheng, and the gorgeous picture scroll drawn by his parents for him was lifted from now on, revealing the unbearable stains behind him, which were deeply engraved in his eyes.

He fell in love with the smell of marijuana.

From then on, he got used to going out alone, taking the opportunity of traveling around, secretly visiting strange places and making strange friends, he saw another river and lake hidden behind the gorgeous picture scroll, which was uglier but also more beautiful. reality.Just like the smell from the smoky grass leaves, it is unstoppable.

He has his own secret, which is more hidden and grander than his father's secret. The strange thing is that he no longer loathes Feng Si, but has developed more heartfelt family affection. In the snowstorm that night, she showed her true side to him.He thought, no one in the Feng family is a real god, his father, like himself, is just a mortal after all.It's just that they are destined to be trapped under the sun, and they may not be able to escape if they spend the rest of their lives.

In the past, he also wanted to be perfect, to play the role of a loyal and humble brother, and to go through life and death with An Guangsha.But now he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to be trapped in the sun forever, with a heavy shadow behind him forever.

Feng Si never knew Feng Guangsheng's secret.In front of Feng Guangsheng, he is still an unsmiling father, and in front of the people in Xiling Village, he is still the second in charge.His son inherited his martial arts and his position, and then he gave his life to protect An Guangsha, with both loyalty and righteousness, and died a clean and clear death.

But Feng Guangsheng hated this name of innocence. Only he knew that Feng Si was exhausted from walking and could no longer escape, so he simply bumped his head against the wall to death, but he refused to give up. Hands, dirty his life.He wants to escape from his sun and live differently.

He finished smoking a hemp cigarette, dusted off the dust on his fingers, and ended his short memories.He raised his head, glanced at the six people in front of him, and asked, "Do you like Xiling Village?"

Zhang Duyan replied: "Isn't this nonsense, Xiling Village is our family business that we worked hard for."

Feng Guangsheng sighed, and asked again: "Then what do you think about the future of Xiling Village?"

The six of them chose silence in unison.

Feng Guangsheng said again: "We are all brothers, so you don't have to be scruples about what you say. I know you all respect An Guangsha, he is my sworn brother, so I naturally respect and love him, but you really believe it and swallow it like him , suffer all kinds of grievances, can we exchange for our future?"

Zhang Duyan finally couldn't help standing up: "It's useless! There are a few people in this Jianghu who are really moral, but they are just a bunch of bullying and ungrateful things. If you want not to be bullied, there is no point in suffering." , Only by becoming strong enough and ruthless enough will you not be trampled under your feet. Brother Feng, go and persuade the young master too."

Feng Guangsheng smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zhang thinks too highly of me. Eight cows can't pull back what elder brother decides. A few words from me are of no use."

Zhang Duyan was silent for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, "Oh, that's all, someday we're separated, I'm a cripple, and I can only go begging on the street to dawdle."

He narrowed his one eye into a slit, staring at the last wisp of ashes falling from his fingertips, and then licked his lips reluctantly, as if tasting the last aftertaste left on his mouth.

Feng Guangsheng looked at him, and said again: "Actually, there is no way at all."

He seemed to have a premonition, turned his head slowly, stared at Feng Guangsheng's face, and asked, "What do you think should be done?"

Feng Guangsheng said: "Xilingzhai belongs to all of us, not An Guangsha's own. Since his way is blocked, it will be fine if someone else leads the way. What do you think?"

Feng Guangsheng's question made everyone fall into silence.

Silence is stiff, like an arrow stretched on a bowstring, ready to go.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Feng Guangsheng said again: "Actually, you don't have to be so surprised. To be honest, I must not be the only one who thought about this matter. It's just that you all hold back and don't talk about it. Today, I, a junior, will simply say it. Seniors, please don't talk about it." Strange."

When he spoke, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his lower jaw was slightly raised, revealing the unique arrogance of young people.At the same time, his gaze was extremely restrained, and there was an unfathomable city in his eyes.The two qualities blend harmoniously in his face, which makes him look very unique, with a heart full of contradictions, exuding overwhelming persuasion.

Zhang One Eye stared at Feng Guangsheng, with the only remaining one eye, he could always see people more carefully and clearly.The Feng Guangsheng in front of him really surprised him, his seniority was higher than Feng Guangsheng, but at this moment, he was in awe of this young man from the bottom of his heart.He finally vaguely understood why Feng Guangsheng would keep him by his side, show his kindness and entertain him generously. This man had a complete grand plan in his heart, but he unfolded it slowly and with confidence.Walking step by step, his eyes followed the man's fingers, and he fell into the trap set by the other party before he knew it.

He finally spat out the word: "Are you planning to seize the throne?"

Feng Guangsheng stood up, raised his head and looked at the sky, and said, "That's right, I hope that my elder brother will temporarily retreat behind the scenes and give up his position as the head of the family. It's also for his own good."

Zhang Duyan narrowed his eyes and asked back, "For his own good?"

A sly light flashed in Feng Guangsheng's eyes: "Didn't you see that big brother never wanted to put Yan Qianfan to death. Before he spoke viciously, he wanted to drive Yan Qianfan away. Today I want to clean up the house, and he also wants to kill Yan Qianfan." Stop me in every possible way. Now he leaves us alone, whether he is going to arrest people or save them, who can say for sure?"

Zhang Duyan just shook his head: "Although An Guangsha has a bit of a temper, he is not a person who doesn't understand right and wrong. Yan Qianfan ruined our family and killed innocent people indiscriminately. He won't understand."

Feng Guangsheng said: "Of course, elder brother has a chivalrous heart, no one can deny this. But he is born with a strong temperament, loves love and righteousness, even the outsiders of the Yan family, he treats them like his own brothers. I am also afraid of him I was confused for a while, and then I was tricked by that Yan Qianfan, so I wanted to save him."

Zhang Duyan didn't express his opinion immediately, and still looked at Feng Guangsheng, but there was already some hesitation in his eyes.

Feng Guangsheng was not in a hurry, and continued: "Everyone knows that in the Jianghu, there are certainly noble and noble knights like Big Brother, but there are more ordinary people who are wise and protect their lives. If you want to gain a foothold in the Jianghu, morality alone will not work. It depends on connections. At the beginning, Xiling Village chose to make friends with Zhujianzhuang, but what did Yan Yuehua do? He rescued his younger brother from the prison, but he never considered his elder brother's life or death. In my opinion, Zhujianzhuang is not worth handing over at all."

Zhang Duyan asked: "In your opinion, if Zhujianzhuang is not worth it, who should we associate with?"

Feng Guangsheng replied: "Dongfeng Hall."

Zhang Duyan was taken aback again: "So you already have plans?"

"Yes." Feng Guangsheng nodded and said, "Brother is pure in nature, he only looks at the hope in front of him, but there must always be someone to look at the abyss behind him and consider the worst case."

Zhang Duyan said: "Dongfengtang's family is still young, in order to stabilize its status in the world, there are many unrighteous acts. The old master has been quite critical of Song Hallmaster's methods during his lifetime, and he does not want to have a close friendship with him."

Feng Guangsheng said: "So the old boss is no longer here."

There are sharp thorns in these words, but the thorns are just right, hitting the hearts of several people.

He smiled slightly, and said in a different tone: "Gentlemen naturally only want to have a deep friendship with gentlemen, but there are several real gentlemen in the world. From the perspective of mediocre mediocrity, Hall Master Song is more honest. To tell you the truth, I have I just met Hallmaster Song, he is a visionary, and he is planning a big event, a big event that no one has ever dared to think about. In my opinion, this event happens to be our opportunity in Xiling Village."

These words successfully aroused the appetites of the six people, and Zhang Duyan couldn't wait to ask: "What is the big deal?"

Feng Guangsheng said: "I can't say it yet." Seeing the other party's face turned cold, he put on a little apology in his smile, nodded and said, "I didn't intend to hide it, but if you all have doubts about me, I will let it go." It's just nonsense. When everyone trusts me like they trust An Guangsha, and is willing to advance and retreat with me, I will tell you frankly."

Zhang Duyan stood up abruptly, and said, "Okay! I've been holding back for a whole day, so I might as well take a gamble and catch up to see where An Guangsha is going, and see what tricks Yan Qianfan can do. As you said, I will trust you wholeheartedly from now on."

After yelling out some words, Zhang Duyan's expression turned out to be quite cheerful.For him, the thought of betraying Xiling Village was like the smell of tobacco that rushed into his nostrils. At first, it was too strong and too fast, which made him resist instinctively, but after the taste melted deep in his throat, it became a pleasant smell. The source of inspiration, dispelling the long-term depression in my heart.

When Feng Guangsheng lit a cigarette for him, it also ignited the hope hidden in his heart.

There is nothing more deceptive than a little spark in the depths of despair.

Feng Guangsheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, showing a smile under the dying sunset.In the past, he was single and weak, but it will be different in the future, if he gets the support of the few people in front of him, it is equivalent to winning half of Xiling Village.The long-term careful management has finally borne fruit, and the person in front of him has already taken steps, along the road he laid, and stepped into his gambling game.

His eyes swept over the faces of the six people, and said: "When I revive Xiling Village, I will never treat you badly. The grievances of these years cannot be in vain. In the future, everyone will definitely enjoy the glory and wealth."

Prosperity and wealth, these are the four words that An Guangsha's followers never dare to hang on their hearts.Yan Qianfan's voice was like a hook that dived into the bottom of the water, quietly hooking everyone's eager desire.

Zhang Duyan longed for it from the bottom of his heart, but his face turned awe-inspiring, and said, "I don't want anything in return, I'm just doing it for the good of Xiling Village."

Feng Guangsheng nodded slightly and said, "Yes, we are all for the good of Xiling Village."

Everyone has a secret hidden in their hearts, who said that An Guangsha must not have it?Feng Guangsheng thought that he didn't need to run away at all. If he hated the sun above his head, he might as well shoot the sun down. Dirt until the shadow behind him can no longer hold his feet, and he will be truly free.

Zhang Duyan asked: "Do you know where Yan Qianfan will go after taking Mo Xie Sword?"

"I know," Feng Guangsheng nodded, "Go to the place where the bell is ringing."

The east coast of Yingzhou Island is the coast away from the mainland. It is only a few miles away from the west side, but the scenery is quite different.Looking from the west bank, you can still see the outline of the opposite land and the faint shadows of the mountains in the distance, but if you stand on the east bank, you will see the endless sea in front of you. The end of the world is average.

These days, the turbulent tide has never stopped. As dusk approaches, the roar of the sea wind becomes sharper, and the three-foot-high waves beat against the shore, one after another.If you stare at it for a long time, even the rocks in the water seem to be shaking, and you can't help but wonder how such a thin and small island has survived the erosion of thousands of years and has survived until today.

Maybe it should have been swallowed by the tide long ago, maybe in front of it, where the white waves blurred the vision, there used to be many islands like it, and its brothers and relatives have all submerged in the bottom of the sea now, wearing It is full of shells and aquatic plants, the edges and corners are polished to be round and smooth, and it is full of corals.Only Yingzhou Island still stubbornly stood in place, guarding the endless desolation alone.

There is a stone tower on the desolate shore.

The stone pagoda is built at the end of a protruding cliff, surrounded by reefs, and the part exposed to the water looks like it has been cut by a knife, and the dark color makes people daunting.Such a coast is definitely not suitable for mooring a boat. Every reef has the ability to break the beam and scrape the bottom of the boat. If you are unlucky, the boat will inevitably be destroyed.Even if it is lucky that it does not sink, it will inevitably be stranded between the rocky beaches, with no way to advance or retreat.

This tower came into existence because of the many ships that were wrecked.At night, a lamp is lit in the tower, and the light shines on the sea through the twilight. When the boatman sees it from a distance, he knows to turn the rudder to avoid it.The ancestors who built the pagoda probably never considered other uses, and built the stone pagoda in an extremely simple manner, without carved beams or tiles, only a bare spire, piled up with gray-black bare stones.There is also a flagpole erected on the top. Usually a flag is hung, embroidered with the three characters of "Nantian Pagoda". Unfortunately, the flagpole is empty at the moment. It has been left unattended for several days. The flag was blown away by the wind. Even the name is lost.

At this moment, there was a person standing at the bottom of the tower.

Looking up from below, the Nantian Tower looks even taller.The gray pagoda is integrated, the bottom is covered with a layer of fine salt particles, which is the result of years of tidal erosion, and the upper part is rougher, which is a hole left by long-term exposure to wind erosion. The pagoda seems to be tilted, like a A tired person stands alone in the open space, bowing his head toward the sea.

The top of the pagoda was supposed to touch the stars in the southern sky, but there were no stars tonight, only fire clouds crawling all over the sky, ignited by the setting sun, like raging flames.

Under the sky where the flames spread, a faint light glowed at the bottom of the stone tower.

Without the care of the night watchman, the lamps in the tower were originally extinguished. However, during the climb, someone held a fire to wake up the cooled lamp oil from the candlestick.Afterwards, the candles on the second floor were also lit up, followed by the third floor, and the fourth floor... From bottom to top, Nantian Tower lit up layer by layer.It climbed into the air like a bamboo knot.

The speed of the lights burning is very slow, presumably the climbers are also moving very slowly. From the outside of the tower, you can hear the sound of footsteps. The footsteps are light and heavy, floating and unstable, and the voice is full of tiredness.

The sun is setting, and the flames in the sky are gradually cooling down, like a furnace after the firewood has been burned out, the bright red color fades slowly, replaced by clusters of ashes, tumbling in the sky, hugging the stars and the moon that are finally emerging into the haze , leaving only tiny spots like beans.

The darker the night, the brighter the lights on the stone tower.At first, the inconspicuous dim light accumulated bit by bit, and finally replaced the setting sun, becoming the most conspicuous sign in the twilight.

It's a pity that the sea is rough and there are no ships approaching. Even if it tries to shine, no one can see it, and no one can listen to its voice in the vast world.

Yan Qianfan lit another wall lamp.

The lamp stand was placed in the center of the floor, facing the narrow window, and the surface of the lamp oil was covered with a layer of hoarfrost.It takes some work to ignite.

His hands were shaking badly, and there were wrinkles at the fingertips, which were the result of being soaked in the water. The wounds on his shoulders and back from the arrow clusters, and the remaining wounds on his right eye were also soaked with cracks. Dilapidated, just like this tower, the most embarrassing moment in life is now.

The congealed lamp oil finally melted, shook off the dust floating on the surface, hugged the fire, and then danced, showing a raging momentum, expanding rapidly, jumping in his eyes, pure and dazzling.

He was bathed in the light and heat just a few feet away, and the shadow of the flame jumped in his eyes, making him lose his mind for a moment.He only felt that the weight of his whole body became extremely light, and the hesitation left in his heart was evaporated by the fire, dissipating along with the moisture on the clothes, and the fragile parts that he had hoped to be filled by others were also wiped out by the fire.He thought that what was burning was his heart's voice.Even if there is no audience, he still screams.

He wants to save An Guangsha.

With this firm thought in mind, he struggled to escape from the water, and then staggered all the way to Nantian Pagoda.Zhao Qiancheng left a few words before his death, but he still didn't understand the deep meaning, so he could only search for clues with blurred eyesight.

He climbed up to the top floor and lit the last lamp, however, there was still a step in the corner that led into the spire-covered attic.

He continued to climb until the situation in the attic came into view.He opened his eyes wide and murmured: "So Brother Zhao was talking about Zhong..."

An old clock hangs in the center of the pointed arched dome. The body of the clock is as high as a person, and the surface has mottled rust. It has obviously been hung here for a long time.Yan Qianfan couldn't figure out why a bell was set in the lighthouse.Is it to announce the morning and evening?Or to sound the warning