Young man, rich and easy to talk

The wind in the forest is quiet, blowing across Tang Wuming's cheeks, and the dark clouds in the sky pass through the branches of the trees. Looking from him, he can only see a dark patch, and some of them are getting darker and darker. the trend of.

Tang Wuming lay down until his neck was a little stiff, and the wound on his forehead where Yuan Le fell out had already congealed blood, but it was still a little bit painful when he was blown by the cold wind.He wanted to ask Yuan Le again, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what else to ask.

Unexamined, he got up from the ground and walked away. After such a toss, he even forgot where he was supposed to go. He walked aimlessly, but his mind went through the events of the past ten years from beginning to end. He remembers clearly when he went up the mountain, when he got started, when he learned from a teacher, when he learned martial arts, when he fought Yuan Ping for the first time, when he watched Yuan Le kill the first person.

He even remembered the first words they said to him when they met the two brothers in the mountain hall ten years ago.

"Hey, how many taels of silver did they give you?"

"Five taels..."

Ten-year-old Tang Wuming sold himself to Qian Manmen for five taels of silver. There was no way.If he could keep him from starving in the future, he would do it even if it was killing people for money.

But apart from the last mission, after all, he hadn't killed anyone in the past years—one, not one.

A drop of icy cold rain fell on the tip of his nose, waking Tang Wuming up with a start, and then he recovered his senses and looked around, but he didn't know where he went.The same scenery, the same pebble road, the same crescent gate, and the same corner houses.

Tang Wuming looked down at his toes, raised his hands to wrap his cloak, and was just about to turn around and turn back from the original path.

There was a sudden rustling in the courtyard behind him, the sudden wind bulged his cloak, and the intermittent rain mixed with a few golden leaves wetly stuck to his shoulders.Tang Wuming swept the yellow leaves on his shoulders, but saw that it was a ginkgo leaf, lying golden in the palm of his hand, and drifted away when the wind came.

He looked up, and a thick ginkgo tree grew out of the wall. The huge leaf canopy almost covered half of the yard. The leaves were already green and mottled with a beautiful yellow.

Tang Wuming split open the dead branches on the Crescent Gate that had not been taken care of for many years, tearing at the vines blocking him as if obsessed, he insisted on going in and taking a look.

The courtyard is empty, as if the entire courtyard was built to house this tree.A stone tablet stood abruptly under the tree, it was dusty, covered with layers of fallen leaves, almost buried half of the not too high stone tablet.

Tang Wuming stood ten steps away, staring at it intently, the stele was silent, but stared at it with the same gloomy expression.

The feet seem to be in a daze, knowing whether they should go or not, but they can't help but move step by step, until they are within reach, and suddenly they kneel down with their knees bent, and sweep the stone on the monument. Years of dust come.

The stone tablet is no longer newly erected, and the corners have been polished by the wind and rain to make it uneven, but the inscriptions on the tablet are still clearly legible, as if carved by hand, as deep as a bone.

The stele reads - "Tang Mu".

Tang Mu.

He recalled the pursuit in the wild forest at that time, Qin Xi split his mask with a scabbard sword, and asked him harshly:

——"Do you know Tang Mu?"

At that time, he covered his face and said he didn't know him.

Oh, it turned out to be this Tang Mu, Tang Wuming's Tang, Simu's Mu—Tang Mu.

Tang Wuming stared at these two characters with profound strokes for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and began to pick up the fallen leaves that buried half of the stone tablet.I don't know if the leaf has fallen for a few years, but the top is still exaggerated and lightly tired, and the bottom is almost rotted with the dust that has not been swept for many years. He digs with his hands, and he can still dig out the leaves that he crawled out to loosen the soil in this rainy day. Earthworms.

It was sticky and sticky, and it was very disgusting.

But he continued to dig until he found the small vertical characters at the bottom of the stele, which were almost unrecognizable in the old ruined soil.Tang Wuming cleaned it up point by point, even he himself didn't know why he cared so much about a tombstone that had been decayed for so many years.

The small characters gradually become clear, but the year and month are no longer recognizable, only the inscription at the end is particularly familiar, so familiar that Tang Wuming rubbed those three words over and over again——

"A certain year, month and day, 'Qin Xichao'".

Sure enough, it was Qin Xichao.

Tang Wuming knelt in front of the grave for a long time, and the two names "Tang Mu" and "Qin Xichao" kept flashing in his mind, and he felt something beating in his heart, hitting his soft atrium one after another.He raised his hand to press his chest, thinking that the place was no longer empty, but now there was a clanging echo.

It was only when his knees started to go numb that Tang Wuming stood up supporting the ground, and spread the soil he had dug up back evenly and intact.

In addition to the tree and the graveyard, there is also a simple house in the courtyard.There are swallow's nests and spider webs under the eaves, and it seems that no one has come to clean them for a long time.

Tang Wuming slowly opened the door step by step, and the heavy dust floated up and choked his nose. When the dust settled, he took a closer look, and it was really a humble dwelling, but the minimalism on the surface But it can't hide the elegance inside, the tables, chairs, desks, candlesticks and curtains are all exquisite and elegant.

Pushing the door and entering, there is an arhat bed carved in mahogany, with two embroidered futons piled up, in the middle are a few plans, and an unfinished game of chess is spread on the case.Tang Wuming approached and looked down, even though he didn't know how to play chess, he could clearly see that the black pieces had been trapped by the white pieces, there was no way out, they could only fight with trapped beasts.

There are two teacups on both sides of the chessboard, which have been filled with a layer of soil.

There is a desk inside, on the desk is a pen hanging painting tube, and there is a pen on the inkstone.Next to the large roll of paper was a piece of small characters, the handwriting was very beautiful, even though it was not signed, Tang Wuming also recognized that it was written by Qin Xichao.On another piece of withered and yellow paper, scrawled characters were imitated, and the strokes forked impatiently.

——The pen is also written by Tang Mu.

The words read: You must be happy in life if you are happy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon.

Tang Wuming frowned, put aside the pairs of ink stains, and casually pulled out a tube of painting from the painting tube, and when it unfolded, it was the golden tree top.Tang Wuming felt for a moment that he should stop, put down the scroll and leave here.

He hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and opened it completely.

The golden ginkgo, the bright autumn sun, a young man in a Confucian white robe leaning casually on the tree trunk, with his head slightly tilted, sleeping sweetly.

The young man is very ordinary, without overly charming eyebrows, nor a particularly beautiful figure, just like a glass of fresh water.But it was this ordinaryness that made Tang Wuming tremble all over. He stared closely at the person in the painting, his eyes filled with anxiety that he had never seen before. Heart fluttering.

There is no inscription, no signature, or even a date on the painting. There is only a boy taking a nap on the ginkgo.

But Tang Wuming knew that this person was Tang Mu.

The Tang Mu who forced Qin Xichao to question him when he first met him, the Tang Mu who was buried in the grave, and the Tang Mu who used to live in this courtyard.

——Tang Mu who looks exactly like him Tang Wuming!

Tang Wuming looked at the painting for a long, long time, and finally the anger formed by depression hit his heart like a palm wind. He suddenly laughed a few times, and tore up the drawing paper which was extremely eye-catching. Before he could throw it away, his stomach suddenly churned, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The yellow and brittle broken drawing paper in his hand became limp, reddened, and stained all over his hands.

Tang Wuming didn't dare to stay where he was, he threw away the scraps of paper hastily, and staggered out of the room a few times. The rain outside was already dripping, but the heat in his body was about to rush out, no matter how much cold was poured on him. Even the rain couldn't put it out, my heart was strangled by the rope, and I was about to bleed from exhaustion.

After running a few steps, he stupidly tripped over his left foot and tripped over his right foot, lying on the ground and unable to get up.

His whole body was on fire, wishing he could tear up all his clothes and throw them away, wishing he could jump into the cold lake immediately and let the lake water flow from head to foot.I wish I could run to Qin Xichao immediately and let him explain everything clearly.

Uncomfortable, everything is as uncomfortable as being twisted.

Tang Mu, Tang Mu...

No wonder Qin Xichao dared to say it was love at first sight, no wonder he hesitated to speak every time, it turned out that everything was just for one Tang Mu.But Tang Mu died, and Qin Xichao said that Tang Mu was already dead.Then what did he come to provoke Tang Wuming again?

Is it so interesting to be deceived and coaxed to have fun!

Tang Wuming scratched deeply into the ground with ten fingers, veins popped up between his fingers, he forced ten deep cracks in the solid soil, his hair was wet and sticky on his face from the drizzle, covering half of his face.

"Wu Ming, I fell in love with you at first sight."

"Wu Ming, follow me back to the villa."

"Wu Ming, as long as you like it, it's all yours."

"Wu Ming, I'm worried about you."

"Wu Ming, don't go..."

Sentence, every word, even if he sees that painting and that monument with his own eyes at this moment, Tang Wuming still can't help thinking of every sentence Qin Xichao said, gentle, intimate, and intoxicating. Which can not extricate themselves.

At that time, he took the reward letter with Qin Xichao's name on it and met his employer.

The young lady who was only twenty-eight years old sneered and said to him, although Qin Xichao is rich, powerful and handsome, he is not suitable to be a long-term lover, even if he doesn't have you in his heart , but you can still make a look of affection in your eyes, so that you have no room to retreat.

He can be extremely gentle with people, but he has no heart.

Tang Wuming took the reward letter, comforted the employer a few words, promised her to relax, and said that he would kill such a scumbag man who played with people's hearts until he lost all children and grandchildren, and let her out of this anger.

In the end, the anger didn't come out, and he fell into his hands instead.

Thinking about it now, why couldn't he understand something that a young girl could understand.

Qin Xichao's heart was like the ocean, but Tang Wuming was looking for a needle in a haystack. Just as he thought he had found something valuable, the River God immediately jumped out and asked him with a smile: Did you lose this Jin Tangmu, or did you lose it? Where is this Yin Tangmu, or is this Tang Wuming who is fooled after being teased and suppressed by others?

……

I feel so cheap all of a sudden.

Tang Wuming closed his eyes and smiled slowly.

Qin Xichao, isn't it just a Qin Xichao? Isn't Qian Manmen trying to deal with him? Why can't he just follow suit?

He stood up from the ground, shook the rainwater and mud off his body, jumped up and ran straight to the sword court where Qin Xichao was.