honey with flowers

【Drug Man】

In a few days, it will be Master Hua's [-]th birthday, and the day of his birthday will be the local Menghe Lantern Festival, so the Hua family has recently invited many friends from the world, including Lu Xiaofeng, a new master in the world The relationship with the younger generation of the Hua family has always been excellent, and he is Huamanlou's best friend, so he will naturally be present on Master Hua's birthday.

Lu Xiaofeng had no fixed place to live, and it was really difficult for him to find this person when he was traveling alone. The person who sent the invitation thought he would have to look for half a month, but he didn't expect to meet him halfway.

When Huaping rushed to the road leading to Shenzhen Xue's house, Lu Xiaofeng was riding a donkey.

Generally, when he thinks, he prefers to look at the beautiful scenery on the side of the road and think about it, although he doesn't know what he is thinking, or he just empties himself in his free time-now he is leaning on the donkey's back, His head was resting on the donkey's head, and he was clenching his fist with one hand on his forehead, watching the white cloud slowly retreating backwards.

Just at this moment, he suddenly heard a messy and rapid sound of horseshoes.

"Hero Lu!" Hua Ping came up panting heavily. Lu Xiaofeng's donkey looked sickly, but when he really rode after him, he found that the donkey's foot strength was not weak—although he was surprised that Lu Xiaofeng The donkey under his buttocks also knew that the important thing was the most important thing, so he quickly handed over the invitation, "Master's [-]th birthday is coming soon, so I specially ordered me to invite Lu Daxia to go first."

Lu Xiaofeng raised his brows and lifted his blue sleeves, sat up solemnly and took the invitation card, opened it and saw that it was Mr. Hua's birthday, and the words on the invitation card were written by Hua Manlou himself.

"It's Uncle Hua's birthday in a few days. It's a coincidence that the day is next to the Lantern Festival." Lu Xiaofeng's originally surprised expression gradually became clear. In the past, Grandpa Hua's birthday was just a message to invite relatives and friends with better relationships. Gathering together, this time it was held wantonly in the rivers and lakes. It didn't look like Mr. Hua's personality at all-it turned out that it was just because the Menghe Lantern Festival was coming up and everyone wanted to have fun together.

When the heroes of the rivers and lakes come, there will be countless good wines.

If there is wine, there should be Lu Xiaofeng.

One donkey and one horse rushed to Hua's house along the official road, and within a day, they arrived at Taohua, the main entrance of Hua's house. Hua Ruling, who was wearing a brocade blue shirt and was very handsome, was standing outside the door. Feng jumped off the donkey and came over, but she winked to follow, made a secret gesture in front of her, then turned and walked to the other side outside Hua's house.

Seeing that Mr. Hua is so careful, Lu Xiaofeng is a very smart person, and Mr. Hua is also so careful at the door of his house, maybe something happened to Hua's family, no wonder he always feels that the arrangement of this birthday banquet is a bit unusual.Lu Xiaofeng quickly handed the donkey to Hua Ping, and followed it by himself.

Hua Ruling entered a magnificent house, which is also the real estate of the Hua family. There are not only Hua Ruling in the house, but also Mr. Song, the medicine man, the seniors of the five sects, the bitter gourd master, and even the eagle-eyed old seven and others. , These are all well-known masters in the Jianghu.

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at these people in confusion, touched the newly grown stubble on his lips, and said in surprise, "Uncle Hua, why are you all gathered here... Could something happen to the Hua family?"

"No, everything in the Hua family is fine." Hua Ruling shook his head and said with a smile, "Young Xia Lu, you must be wondering why I brought you here."

"Not bad." Lu Xiaofeng nodded.

Hua Ruling gave a wry smile, put one hand behind her and said in a deep voice: "I'm getting old, I don't feel well recently, I'm afraid I will die soon, but I still can't let go of one thing... As a matter of fact, I want to ask you to do me a favor—it has something to do with Lou'er's heart disease since he was a child."

"Hua ManLou's mental illness?"

The Huamanlou that Lu Xiaofeng knew, even though he was blind, was always optimistic, tolerant, elegant, calm, and loved life more than anyone else.Lu Xiaofeng didn't know what kind of heart disease a person like this would have.

He couldn't imagine either.

"You are Lou'er's friend, so you must be aware that he has been blind since he was seven years old, but very few people know that Lou'er's eyes were blinded by poison." Hua Ruling sighed.

There must be very few mental illnesses that can make Hua Manlou have a deep memory since he was a child. When Hua Ruling said it, Lu Xiaofeng actually had some guesses in his heart, and his eyes sharpened: "Who is it?"

"The iron shoe thief - this person was killed by several of us together 20 years ago, but Lou'er still feels that he is still alive. He killed the Iron Shoes Bandit with his own hands, I'm afraid he will spend his whole life in suffering." Hua Ruling frowned slightly, "So we made a plan to tell Lou'er that the Iron Shoes Bandit is still alive, let a martial arts, wisdom A person who is close to first-class in courage, courage, and chivalry pretends to be a bandit in iron shoes, and let Lou'er get rid of him with his own hands."

Mr. Song said: "Only in this way can Huamanlou's knot be untied."

"Hero Lu, you are the only person who can do this." Eagle Eye Old Seven stood with folded arms, with a faint smile on his lips, "We will come to escort you."

Hua Ruling also had hope in her eyes.

"Unshirkable!"

Walking out the door, Lu Xiaofeng slowly frowned. Although he responded straight away, he had a bad premonition in his heart—his instinct told himself...a storm is coming.

……

The warm wind is slightly intoxicating, and the sound of the piano is intoxicating.

There are very few people in the Hua family who play the piano early in the morning, and there are very few people who play well, but in the small courtyard full of flowers, this is already a common occurrence.

The air in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, and there was only one night of drizzle. On the second day, the small pavilion was full of water, and the crystal water droplets condensed at the corners of the eaves rolled intermittently from the eaves to the ground, with very subtle ticking sounds. But it seems to be stepping on the beat of the drum, matching the ethereal sound of the piano - but in the eyes of those who can understand the tune, this tune is very sad.

Xiao Longnu could almost imagine that the corners of Huamanlou's slightly raised lips were gradually flattened with the tune, and her dark eyes, which had been lifeless in the past, seemed a little confused and bewildered-the song was born from the heart, a sad song if There is no one with the same mood, and it is determined not to bring out its original taste.

There are many flowers under the pavilion, and the sound of the piano is excellent and distant, but it carries an indescribable depression.

——Even if he said nothing happened, he still paid attention to it in his heart.

Because he was afraid that others would worry, but he had already gotten used to it and kept all his emotions in his heart.

Xiao Longnv raised her hand and grabbed a strand of black hair behind her and combed it gently. Finally, she put down the sandalwood comb, turned around and walked into the room—this is a women's boudoir specially prepared by Mrs. Hua. There are all kinds of utensils in it. At this time, there is a simple and simple piano in front of the table in the back room.

Xiao Longnu couldn't recognize what kind of qin it was, she had only touched a few notes with her fingertips before, and she knew that the sound was clear and distant, and it was not far from the one left by her ancestor mother-in-law in the ancient tomb——she When I was learning the piano with my master in the ancient tomb, I saw a lot of music scores, but they were not authentic contemporary music scores, but idle songs made up by someone who didn't know, but unexpectedly followed her mood. stand up.

With her palms flat and her little finger raised slightly, she presses the tip of her index finger with her thumb, moves the strings, and then starts to make a sound with a small group of the seven emblems and the second and fifth strings. She tunes with both hands, but she just plays casually , and suddenly a piano sound that was not very loud rose flatly and moved on the fingertips.

——Clear and free-spirited, there is no style of music, it is completely swimming with the sound of the piano outside the window, but there is a faint taste of living in a secluded spring in the ups and downs.

It turned out to be its own tune.

The sad piano sound outside the window followed, and Hua Manlou heard the distant piano sound, as if someone was whispering softly, he tilted his head, and couldn't help but smile.

——The little girl's piano sound is far better than others in terms of mood.

Lu Xiaofeng stood quietly outside the Huamanlou's small courtyard, he didn't know qin music, but felt that the two qin sounds that fell into his ears seemed to be playing the same piece of music, entwined together, lingering and soft.

"Seeing them like this, I don't worry anymore." A cold voice sounded from behind.

Lu Xiaofeng turned around in surprise, with a strange expression on his face.

He naturally recognized this voice, but this person's temperament was very similar to that of Xiao Longnu, the latter was unsophisticated, while the former disdained worldly sophistication—a recluse like Lin Chaoying should not be appearing in Huahua at this moment. At home, Lu Xiaofeng cupped his hands and said, "Senior Lin also came to celebrate Master Hua's birthday?" Impossible...

"I am Long'er's elder. If Hua Manlou and Long'er want to get married, I must be here." Lin Chaoying said calmly, the man in Taoist robes behind him didn't make a sound, but forgot to take a look in the courtyard.

Wang Chongyang was a little surprised when he heard the sound of Huamanlou's zither. Xiantian Kung Fu is the number one inner skill of Quanzhen, but not everyone can practice it. Good aptitude comes second. Requirements are the most important thing—he never expected that in just over a month, Huamanlou had already touched the threshold of the second artistic conception.

Plant flowers deliberately, but the flowers don't bloom often; plant willows unintentionally, but the willows are full of shade.

Thinking of the well-behaved disciples he taught in the past, even Wang Chongyang had to lament that he was too deliberate back then, so that he lost too many precious things.

Just at this time, Master Hua and Mrs. Hua came from a distance with a group of Hua family servants. Hua Ruling saw Lin Chaoying at a glance. Knowing that this must be Miss Long's elder, he smiled loudly: "Your Excellency is Miss Long's elder?"

"Not bad." The same cool voice.

Hua Ruling didn't take it seriously, he had already seen that Miss Long's elders were too similar to Miss Long, and they had such a bland temperament. He looked at the man in Taoist robes behind Lin Chaoying, and said with a slight smile: "Who is this……?"

A coldness flashed across Lin Chaoying's eyebrows, and he said flatly, "Don't pay attention to him."

Hua Ruling: "..."

Lin Chaoying glanced at Hua Ruling, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and suddenly a very thin golden thread popped out from her fingertips and wrapped around Hua Ruling's wrist in an instant.

"You may have symptoms of physical weakness when you come in, or you may wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, but you know it is not a nightmare."

Hua Ruling was stunned: "Not bad."

The golden thread was pulled back under Lin Chaoying's fingertips, and rolled into a small ball.

After a while, she looked at the person behind Hua Ruling indifferently, and said coldly: "Chronic poison enters the body, and it will kill within a year. The person next to you has good medical skills, but his hands are not very clean."

Everyone followed and looked back, only to see where Lin Chaoying was looking - Mr. Song, the drug hero, was standing in the crowd in a daze, his face turned from white to blue, and he didn't look very good.