Proud of the rivers and lakes

After hearing what Murong Lin said, Fu Jinghong didn't know how to react for a while.

My heart was extremely complicated and myriad of doubts came to my mind all of a sudden.

Why on earth did Murong Shang want to play the same life and death Gu on him?

On Mount Gaoji that day, why did Murong Shang stab him with a sword?

Murong Lin looked at Fu Jinghong coldly, and continued: "I will not kill you, if you die, he will not survive."

Fu Jinghong raised his head and glanced at him, but did not answer.

He suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Murong Shang in Murong Mansion that day.

Behind the tassel curtain, the person lying on the sickbed...

Thin and slender, her complexion is as pale as plain white porcelain, smooth and delicate, as pale as jade.

Under the slightly open moon-white underclothes, a slender and fragile neck and a delicate and deep collarbone were exposed.

Three thousand black threads poured down like splashed ink, scattered on the pillow, messy and lingering.

His eyes were as deep as ink, making it difficult to see clearly and guess.

He has always been unable to see through Murong Shang, that person is as unpredictable as a moon in water and a flower in a mirror.

He still can't see through.

"However, I won't kill you, and I won't allow you to appear in front of him again," Murong Lin said, and suddenly took out a small emerald green porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and said slowly, "There is a restaurant in Jianghu. It opens every three years, and then closes for three years after opening for one day. If a drinker drinks a jug of good wine, he can only wait for three years if he wants to buy it again. Moreover, not everyone can buy the wine there..."

Fu Jinghong was puzzled and could only look at the small porcelain bottle in Muronglin's hand.

"Three years ago, I bought a jug of wine at that restaurant." Murong Lin gently opened the small porcelain bottle, and the aroma of the wine immediately overflowed. It is said that those who drink it can forget all the past."

Fu Jinghong looked at him coldly, and said, "How can there be such a miraculous wine in this world?"

Murong Lin shook the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and said: "The world is so big, there are so many wonders, there are so many talented people and strange people in this world...some of them have never even been heard of by me."

Fu Jinghong knew what he was going to do next, looked at him coldly, and did not speak again.

"There are only four glasses of wine in this small jug. It happens that you and him have two glasses each." Murong Lin smiled lightly.

"After drinking, you will forget everything in this life and be reborn..."

Fu Jinghong looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, but didn't speak.

He has already been reborn once, but after being stabbed through the heart by a sword in the previous life, if only a glass of wine can make him reborn again, should he cry or laugh?

Fu Jinghong had no strength in his body at this time, so naturally he had no room to resist.

Murong Lin walked over step by step, raised his hand to pinch Fu Jinghong's chin, and poured the wine from the small porcelain bottle into his mouth.

The wine is fragrant.

After just one sip, Fu Jinghong became a little drunk.

Murong Lin pinched his chin and drank the wine bit by bit. He suddenly remembered many things.

From the previous life, from this life.

He remembered that when he was just reborn, he woke up in a small room in the Valley of Broken Sleeves. The little junior he loved in his previous life had returned to his appearance many years ago, and his delicate and childish face had begun to show the old look. Unparalleled elegance.

His junior brother is just like the previous life, softly calling him senior brother, and others follow behind him, but he dare not open his heart to his junior brother again, he is afraid that he will be like his previous life Falling in love with his little junior brother, he was afraid that his little junior brother would be like in his previous life, holding a long sword and piercing his heart with a sword.

He dared not fall in love with anyone again.

He remembered the scene when the second junior brother entered Broken Sleeve Valley that year, the young man in black bathed in blood and killed like a Shura, but his eyes were full of bewilderment and fear, as if he had fallen into some abyss, he actually didn't hate the second junior brother that much, The second junior brother in the previous life was burdened with blood and deep hatred, and he was generally indifferent to everyone, but he, the senior brother, had never noticed this second junior brother... He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, but he pulled the second junior brother who was only a boy out of the abyss , tied that hair tie for him.

He remembered that day when he first met Wen Ruyu in the mountains and forests, he remembered the young man in red who came riding on a horse, he remembered the third young master Murong who was lingering on the sick bed in Murong Mansion.

He still remembered that the young man's eyes were as dark as night, like an ancient well without waves, and there were emotions he couldn't understand.

Make him unable to see clearly, unable to see through.

He still remembered the moment when he leaned over on top of him, there were slight ripples in those eyes that were as quiet as stagnant water.

Like the breeze blowing through the ripples, the still water is slightly choppy.

……

When Fu Jinghong woke up again, he was lying quietly on the bank of the river.

He felt his head ache, like the pain of death after a hangover.

He didn't know why he was lying on the bank of the river, and he didn't know why there was no one around him.

Fu Jinghong rubbed his forehead that was still aching, and slowly got up from the ground. He saw that in front of him was a river with not very fast current, and on both sides, there were some forests and trees.

Fu Jinghong looked at himself hesitantly, and found that he was not wet by the river, and his clothes were still dry.

Strange, how could he be lying on the bank of the river?

Fu Jinghong rubbed his forehead, thinking about what happened before... I don't know why, his previous memory is as hazy as if separated by a layer of fog, almost like a sense of a previous life.

He remembered that after he and his two juniors came out of Duanxiu Valley, they went to Qingcheng to participate in the martial arts league meeting. There was a white-clothed young man who seemed to be named Wen Ruyu in the martial arts competition. Won the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

After seeing the young man in white winning the position of martial arts leader, he and his two juniors prepared to go back to Broken Sleeve Valley, and then they seemed to stay in an inn, and then...

Then what happened?

But Fu Jinghong couldn't think about it anymore, and his head started to tingle.

Fu Jinghong shook his head, and stopped thinking about it, probably he was drunk in that inn, and ran out in the middle of the night playing with alcohol, and even ran all the way to this wilderness...

Fu Jinghong reached out and rubbed his forehead, looked around, and finally had no choice but to walk down the river.

... He should go back to the inn as soon as possible, his two juniors are probably still waiting for him at this moment, maybe they are in a hurry.

Fu Jinghong walked all the way down the river, and finally saw a small town.

Looking at the bustle of people coming and going in the small town from a distance, although it was a little strange that this small town didn't seem to be the small town where he rested with his two juniors, he still walked over and prepared to go first. Have a sip of tea and make plans.

The small town is indeed very lively. There are some small stalls selling goods on both sides of the street, and the sound of people bargaining can be heard from time to time.

Fu Jinghong walked forward for a while, and saw an inn.

Without thinking too much, Fu Jinghong went in and asked for some food.

He didn't seem to remember which inn he and his two juniors stayed at, that's all, the two juniors should be able to find the way back to the valley, he'd better go back to the valley first and wait for the two juniors there.

Thinking of this, Fu Jinghong sat down with peace of mind, poured a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

The tea was terrible, tasted rough, and the mouth was full of tea dregs.

Because he was extremely thirsty, Fu Jinghong still frowned and took a few sips, then put down the cup, and someone at the next table was talking loudly.

A burly man in bunt clothes with a knife on the table, who looked like a man from the world, patted the table and said: "If I go to the lair of some demon cult, I don't see how I can show my power and kill those demons." I taught my grandson to beat the shit out of me!"

Demon religion?Fu Jinghong frowned. Didn't he remember that the Demon Cult was extinct 20 years ago?

Why is there a Demon Cult popping up out of nowhere now?

Another burly man in black with beards sneered loudly: "Only because of you? When the nine sects besieged the Devil's Cult, there were countless casualties. If you go, you won't be treated like a green onion." Cut it?"

The big man before was choked up so hard that his face was flushed, he gave the bearded man a hard look, and said: "Hmph, that's because they don't have the skills, I'm the well-known ecstasy knife Pao Hui in the world! "

The bearded man sneered, "I've never heard of it."

The big man's face turned red, he snorted, and said, "You are ignorant!"

The bearded man laughed loudly and said, "I'm an all-knower in the world, and there's nothing in the world that I don't know about!"

"Then tell me and listen!"

At this time, a woman in red who had been sitting silently at the side table suddenly interrupted their dispute.

"You said you are a know-it-all?"

The bearded man turned his head and saw that the woman in red was beautiful, and she looked like a heroic figure of a child of the world. Looking at the soft whip in the hand of the woman in red, she knew that this woman should be from the world.

It's just that for some reason, the woman in red was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but her brows and eyes were full of vicissitudes, and she looked rather haggard.

"I'm in Xia Lu Guo, what advice does this heroine have?" Lu Guo sized up the woman in red and said respectfully.

The woman in red stared fixedly at Lu Guo, and after a while, she said, "I want to know what you just said... the nine sects besieged the Demon Cult."

Lu Guo stroked his beard, and said: "You can ask me about this! Three days ago, the nine sects besieged the main altar of the Demon Cult and wiped out all the evils of the Demon Cult. After the demon sect was destroyed 20 years ago, the demon sect that made a comeback has committed all sorts of crimes. It secretly snatched away the secret weapons of other sects, and even wiped out several sects. That would leave hundreds of lives in the entire sect. What a crime! "

"The most unexpected thing is that the leader of the Demon Sect is actually Murong Lin from the Murong family, one of the four great families in the martial arts.

As Lu Guo spoke, he let out a long sigh.