The rivers and lakes are full of vests

Shi Qi slowly stepped into the deep cave. The man in the cave was applying medicine to the wounds on his face. Those wounds were just some small scrapes, but he still grinned.

"Have you got the thing?"

Shi Qi took out the box from his arms and handed it to the man, then walked to the place farthest from the man and sat down.

Overjoyed, the man opened the box to check the contents. When he saw two bright yellow and worn scarves, he was overjoyed. He smiled so much that the wound on the corner of his mouth was touched, and he cried out twice in pain.

"As expected of our little Seventeen, we got the fragments of the climbing mausoleum as soon as we made a move."

Seventeen perfunctory said indifferently: "The three teachings have given too much credit."

"But speaking of which, that kid's martial arts are unfathomable. How did you get the climbing fragments?"

"It has nothing to do with the Three Religious Envoys, just go back as soon as you get the things, and do business with the leader."

The man clicked his tongue and asked, "What about you?"

Shi Qi's face was even colder, and he didn't bother to use the honorific title, and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

The man was not annoyed, and continued: "I'm afraid you will have to hand over the things to the leader for me this time." He touched the wound on his face, and his voice became cold, "I still have things to do while staying here, you go first. "

Seventeen frowned, "What's the matter?"

"That guy hurt me so far, how can I let him go easily? He has to pay with his life for the wound on my face!"

The man's angry voice echoed in the empty cave.

Shi Qi lowered his eyes and did not speak.

At night, the two leaned against a stone wall and fell asleep, and the burning fire gradually extinguished.

Shi Qi opened her eyes in the darkness. She quietly came to the man's side without making any sound. The man was completely relaxed at the moment, without any precautions.

Then there was a flash of coldness, and the man woke up stimulated by the severe pain in his neck. As soon as he spoke, a large amount of blood froth gushed out of his mouth. He looked at Shi Qi in horror, and when he touched his neck, he felt a damp, hot and sticky feeling.

"You... you, for, why?"

Shi Qi didn't speak, she stepped back, avoiding the man's hand.

"you you......"

The man could no longer utter a complete sentence, he stared at Shiqi unwillingly and angrily, then his neck tilted, and his body fell to the ground.

Seventeen stretched out his hand to sniff his breath, and said softly: "I know you are stubborn and paranoid, and you want to kill Fu Peibai. I can't persuade you, so that's all I can do. I'm sorry, brother." After finishing, she stretched out her hand to cover the man's still open eyelids.

When she was doing all this, her face was calm, but the hand she retracted was trembling faintly.

......

Fu Peibai woke up at dawn and found that her body could move. She sat up feeling lost and stared at the empty room in a daze until the door was opened. Lu Qingwan rushed in and hugged her.

"Abe, are you alright?"

Fu Peibai did not refuse Lu Qingwan's hug, she said softly: "I'm fine, Miss Sang, how are the patriarch and the others?"

Lu Qingwan already knew everything from He Gu, she let go of her hand and said, "They're all awake too, and their health is fine. Is that Seventeen really a member of the Devil's Cult? Did he kill Senior Duan?"

"She was taught by Luoying, but she wasn't the one who killed Senior Duan."

"Her accomplices killed her just like she did. Let me tell you, she must not be simple. If you listened to me, Ah Pei, what happened yesterday would not have happened."

Fu Peibai's temples twitched, her head hurt, and she was in a mess. She didn't want to discuss this matter with Lu Qingwan, so she changed the subject and said, "Okay, Second Miss, the medicine in your body hasn't completely faded, you should go and rest, I Go and deal with the burial of Senior Duan."

Lu Qingwan wanted to say something else, but seeing the heavy expression on Fu Peibai's face, she had no choice but to swallow her words.

Duan Wushou's body was placed in the stilted building at the entrance of the village, his make-up was already tidy, and there were two wizards surrounding him, chanting.

Sima Tuo stood aside silently, he was not aware of these disputes in the Central Plains, and he didn't want to ask more questions.

Fu Peibai looked at the small room, and walked towards the closet, planning to pack some of Duan Wushou's belongings for burial together.After she took some clothes and daily necessities, she accidentally found an old letter in the corner of the drawer.

There were only a few sentences on the yellowed letter paper, which were left by Duan Wushou during his lifetime.

"On the day this letter sees the sky, I am already dead. The person who sees the letter hopes to bring my ashes back to the Central Plains, and bury me under the Cangwu tree in front of the Mingxiao Sect in Baicheng Mountain. I am also grateful under the yellow spring." .”

Duan Wushou seems to know that there will be disasters in the future, and it will be difficult for him to die, so he left this letter.

Fu Peibai folded the letter slowly, came to Sima Tuo's side and said, "Patriarch, Senior Duan entrusted me to take his ashes back to the Central Plains for burial."

Sima Tuo nodded, and then ordered people to prepare the fire.

Just a few days ago, a simple funeral was held in Kongba, where the last patriarch was held in honor.Duan Wushou didn't have a deep friendship with the Miao people, but there were still many people from the Miao people who came to see him off on his last journey.

The fire of the huge woodpile shot straight into the sky, illuminating the entire dark morning as bright as noon.

The fire light reflected in Fu Peibai's dark pupils, but it could no longer illuminate the extinguished light.

Lu Qingwan didn't speak knowingly. She felt that Fu Peibai seemed to have changed, becoming more mature and calm. She couldn't tell whether it was good or not. There was silence between them.

After Duan Wushou's body was burnt out, he turned into a handful of ashes and put them in the box. Fu Peibai put them in the package properly. At this point, what they had to do in the southwest has been completely finished, and it's time to embark on the return journey .

The next day, the three of Fu Peibai set off and left the Huanggu Miao Village. They rushed to Wumeng Town a few days later, took a rest, and rushed to Jiangdong without stopping. When they arrived in Quzhou, Fu Peibai asked Lu Qingwan and Sang Yunshi Let's go, she is going to Baicheng Mountain to bury Duan Wushou's ashes.

This time Lu Qingwan was no longer willful, she asked Fu Peibai to be more careful, and then galloped away.

Fu Peibai tied his horse to the tea shop at the foot of the mountain, and climbed up the thousand-year-old peak step by step with the urn on his back and the Mingxiao Sword.The peak is the ruins of the Mingxiao sect that rose to fame a few years ago but collapsed overnight.

The bustling palaces are all decayed and dilapidated, but there is a house on the right that has been repaired and generally retains its complete appearance.

Fu Peibai was a little surprised, and slowly approached the house, and when he approached the door, he heard small movements coming from inside.

She became vigilant, "Who?"

The door was opened, and the people in the room looked at Fu Peibai in surprise, "Brother Fu!"

The person who spoke was a man, handsome and handsome, and it was Wen Moyao, the leader of the bounty shop that he met by chance on the night when the Southwest Yeyu broke the temple.

"Brother Wen? Why are you here?"

"In the early years, I was graciously saved by Yan Daxia. After Yan Daxia passed away, I built a simple ancestral hall on this site and came to worship him from time to time. Such a heroic and courageous person should not be forgotten."

As Wen Moyao said, he turned slightly sideways and looked at a pair of ink paintings hanging in the room. The person in the painting was wearing an indigo robe, with a face like a crown of jade and a smile like a breeze. It must be Yan Mingxiao.

"By the way, Brother Fu, why did you come here? I thought it would be hard to see you again in this life after we said goodbye last time. I didn't expect you and me to meet again so soon."

Fu Peibai pulled the box behind him to his chest, and said, "I was entrusted by a senior to bury his ashes under the tree in front of the Ming Xiao School."

Wen Moyao asked cautiously, "Who is it?"

Fu Peibai looked at the painting in the room, and said softly, "Senior Yan's best friend, Master Swordsmith Duan Wushou."

Wen Moyao was startled, "Didn't Senior Duan already passed away?"

"Senior Duan lived in seclusion in the southwest, and died unexpectedly a few days ago. It was his last wish to be buried under the tree in front of the Mingxiao Sect's gate."

Wen Moyao saw Fu Peibai's sad expression, although he was a little curious about the cause of Duan Wushou's death, he didn't ask any more questions.

Fu Peibai came under the Cangwu tree, dug a hole with her hands, put the urn into the pit, and buried it carefully. After finishing all this, she knelt down in front of the old tree with dry leaves and held the Mingxiao sword She held it up high, bowed solemnly, and the cold wind on the top of the mountain blew her skirts into the air.

If it is said that Kuchan's death awakened what she really wanted to do in her heart, then that period of lifeless death strengthened her determination to go forward for it.

Wen Moyao saw the unremarkable sword in Fu Peibai's hand at this time, he felt it looked familiar, his eyes repeatedly looked at the bare scabbard, and then wandered to the hilt, he looked intently and saw the sword. Only half of the word "Xiao" is exposed.

He suddenly became excited, his face flushed, "Brother Fu! What is this sword?!"

Fu Peibai did not speak, but a look of vigilance rose in his eyes.

Wen Moyao naturally saw it, and he quickly explained: "No, don't get me wrong, I have no other intentions, it's just that this sword is very similar to the Mingxiao Sword that was lost when the Mingxiao Sect collapsed, more than ten years ago. I was lucky enough to see it in the hands of Senior Yan."

Fu Peibai nodded, as a tacit consent.

Wen Moyao was almost dancing, he muttered: "I'm back, I'm back!"

Fu Peibai was a little confused, she couldn't quite understand why Wen Moyao was so excited.

"Ming Xiao Sword is the treasure of Ming Xiao Sect's founding sect, and only the sect leader can inherit it. Now that Ming Xiao Sword is in your hands, then Brother Fu can use it to revitalize Ming Xiao and pass on the legacy of Senior Yan! "

Fu Peibai frowned. Although she didn't want to pour cold water on Wen Moyao, she still had to tell him the truth, "This sword was given to me by Brother Meng Yanmeng, the eldest disciple of Senior Yan. That is my last wish in this life, but I will not do it in the name of Mingxiao Sect, I am still a disciple of Tianji Sect."

Wen Moyao's excited expression gradually calmed down. He cupped his fists to express his apology for his loss of composure just now, but he was still unwilling to give up, persuading him, "Helping the world and saving the common people cannot be accomplished by one person alone. You have to fight against it." It is the dark force hiding in the shadows of the whole world, it is the villain, the bandit leader, the landlord and gentry, the big official, or even the entire court.

And relying on the name of Mingxiao Sword, you can recruit many righteous men from all over the world to work together. Compared with going alone, you will overcome many difficulties. Why not do it? "

Wen Moyao's words were convincing and reasonable, Fu Peibai was a little shaken, but right now she has more important things to do.

"Brother Wen? Do you know about Tianji Sect and the current suzerain?"

Wen Moyao didn't expect why the other party suddenly mentioned the Tianji sect, he wondered: "Brother Fu, aren't you a disciple of Tianji, you should know your own sect better, why are you asking me?"

"I have only been in the sect for a short period of time, and I have just entered the rivers and lakes, so I know very little about the Tianji sect."

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"Has there been any bad rumors about the Tianji sect?"

Wen Moyao thought for a while and said, "When the previous suzerain was in office, there were some rumors, but most of them were aimed at the former suzerain's private life and character. After Lu suzerain took office, these bad rumors They gradually dispersed, after all, Sect Master Lu's character is obvious to all in the world, and his reputation is shocking."

"Lu...how did our suzerain ascend to the position of suzerain of Tianji sect with a person with a foreign surname?"

"Speaking of which, it is a romantic relationship. A few decades ago, although the Tianji Sect at that time was not as prestigious and as the number one sword sect now, it was still a well-known sect. It happened that year His Majesty invited famous and decent sects People gathered for a banquet in Kyoto, and the former suzerain of the Tianji sect brought his wife and family to the banquet. After arriving in Kyoto, he met the unknown suzerain Lu by chance. The suzerain's background, but because his daughter likes it, he recruited him into the mountain gate as his son-in-law."

"After joining the sect, Sect Master Lu gradually became the second-in-command of Tianji Sect by virtue of his outstanding ability. In the year when the former Sect Master was seriously ill, Sect Master Lu had already taken charge of all the affairs of the Sect. After the death of the former Sect Master, Lu Sect Master The suzerain is expected to ascend to the position of suzerain."

After hearing this, Fu Peibai did not speak. The former Lu Wencheng was like a sky in her eyes, the number one sword master in the world, she never thought that she would have the opportunity to meet such a famous person.

Later, after joining Tianji Sect, she got acquainted with Lu Wencheng. She found that although he was in a high position, he never put on airs, nor would he look down on anyone because of his background. She also loved her daughter very much. At that time, she had a feeling of admiration for him.

But after knowing Ding Yi's life experience, she was a little shaken. The Confucian man who was praised by the world was once a heartless man who abandoned his wife and son. Immediately afterwards, the words of the man in black showed that the The bloody massacre was not done by the Luoying Sect, but was framed by the Tianji Sect. If others listened to it, they would insist that it was the Demon Sect who turned black and white and distorted the facts.

However, knowing these things, Fu Peibai had no choice but to doubt the sect and suzerain he had revered in the past, even the peak master...

How much does she know about these things?

"Brother Fu? What are you thinking?"

Wen Moyao's voice brought the pensive Fu Peibai back to her senses, she shook her head, "It's nothing".

Then she glanced at the desolate remnants, the big tree with dead branches, which had just been buried in the soft soil, feeling a little sad in her heart.

"Brother Wen, I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

Wen Moyao was a little bit reluctant, and waved his hand, "Go, you also cherish everything, think about what I said to you, the Mingxiao faction that Senior Yan worked so hard to create, I don't want it to be forgotten by the world, Brother Fu , you remember! If you are willing, my brothers and I will help you!"

Fu Peibai stood on the stone steps and looked back, the mountain wind blew a few strands of her temple hair up.

There was also an inaudible "yes".