Yangyue

Qi Zhu, Qi Huai'en hasn't heard someone call him that for a long time. Everything in the past is like a dream to him.

Also feeling that everything is like a big dream is Henry Zhang.

Fang Wuzhu was dressed in innocent white clothes. He stood in the forest with his hands behind his back, his gaze pierced through the flying and broken peach petals, and rested on Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhang seems to have lost a little more.

Henry Zhang also looked at him blankly, looking at his usual eyebrows.

Fang Wuzhu sighed softly, and there were so many emotions mixed in that sigh that even he himself couldn't tell the difference.

Yan Donglai hugged his feet on the ground and cried out in pain, finally he limped to stand up, and when he saw who was coming, the cursing in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Yan Donglai's eyes widened in disbelief, and he felt lingering fear for a moment, thinking that fortunately, Fang didn't need much effort to remember his old kindness, otherwise his leg would be considered useless.

Zhuang Ying was also very surprised, and Qi Huai'en was even more surprised.

"Zhuang Shaoxia, Yan Donglai, you two should take Wynn away first." Fang Wuzhu said in a deep voice, "I have something to discuss with the Pavilion Master."

"Good you..." Yan Donglai didn't know whether Henry Zhang knew Fang Wuzhu's real identity, and almost blurted out the surname Fang, and his face turned blue for a while, so he could only say angrily, "You will come to me for healing next time, See if I'm coming!"

Zhuang Ying reached out to stop Yan Donglai, picked up her sword on her back, and carried Qi Huaien back into the wheelchair.Qi Huaien looked at Fang Wuzhu worriedly, and seemed to have something to say between his brows, but he could only leave with the two of them.

Fang Wuzhu stopped in front of Henry Zhang and looked down at him: "I'll leave for a few months, how are you doing recently?"

What responded to him was Henry Zhang's sword slashing head-on.

Fang Wuzhu took a wrong step back, pulled out the folding fan from his sleeve to resist, the fan bone hit Henry Zhang's sword, Fang Wuzhu neither advanced nor retreated, just stared at Henry Zhang's eyes.

Xiao Yangyue's sword style lost its structure, he seemed to just want to vent all the emotions in his heart, his movements trembled violently, and Fang Wuzhu knocked the sword to the ground after a while.

But Henry Zhang didn't seem to be reconciled, and wrestled with Fang Wuzhu with bare hands. Fang Wuzhu didn't want to hurt him, so he had to put away the folding fan, put one arm behind his back, and only blocked Henry Zhang's attack with one hand .

Henry Zhang stared at Fang Wuzhu's calm and waveless eyes, only feeling that the person in front of him was extremely familiar and yet extremely strange.

He is indeed very similar to the real Qi Zhusheng, but he gives people a very different feeling everywhere. The person in front of him is really chilling and fierce, and his eyes reveal the deepness of stepping on the sea of ​​blood and knives. A knife blade that has drunk enough blood, and a handsome face without a trace of mercy.

In every move, just being watched by Fang Wuzhu like this, Henry Zhang's heart seemed to be cut.

Xiao Yangyue recalled in his mind the news brought back by the Fenzhou spies in the past half a year, and tried his best to connect the information together, a shadow gradually emerged in his mind.

The Baibu Sword Sect was wiped out five years ago. The real Qi Zhu successfully escaped from captivity at that time, but failed to return for some reason, and has been living in seclusion in this villa. "Come back, and use this replaced identity to take over the position of marquis, and it has been a full five years.

The person in front of him, the stranger he is most familiar with, has absolute calmness, overwhelming strength, and this almost trembling oppression, his strength is deeper than Henry Zhang ever imagined How many people are there in the world who can suppress him to such an extent?

Six years ago, there were two people in the martial arts world who killed each other on Mount Huaibi. It was rumored that one of them was defeated and died, but no one has ever found his body.

Those two people have always been god-like figures in the martial arts world. With their own strength, they have raised the martial arts attainment of the entire martial arts world to a higher level. Below them are the rest The natural chasm that martial arts masters cannot cross in this life.

Fang Wuzhu, Huo Qiao.

When Xiao Yangyue was still in the martial arts, she vaguely heard that Huo Qiao was good at using strange poisons.Last winter, a group of them chased Geng Chong, who knew how to use witchcraft, into Mustard Ridge. His body was burned with incense, but Qi Zhu at that time knew how to cure such a strange martial arts poison, and then gave him medicine Tried to hide.

Xiao Yangyue also recalled the mysterious martial arts master she met in the bamboo forest of Jieziling who could suppress him with a single palm, and Qi Zhu never told him how he escaped with him.

What if, the battle of Mount Huaibi six years ago, the destruction of the Baibu Sword Sect five years ago and the return of the son of the Hou Mansion, are there any connection between the two?

What if the person standing in front of him and the person in Jiezi Ridge that day were the same two people who were like the gods and ghosts in the martial arts world?

What if... Fang Wuzhu, who was defeated and fell off the cliff in the Battle of Huaibi Mountain, did not die, but changed his appearance and became a fake Qizhu?

Huo Qiao is Fang Wuzhu's fateful opponent. He must have been trying his best to find Fang Wuzhu's trace these years, and he will definitely use various means to force him to show up. The unknown and huge martial arts forces involved seem to have an explanation.

Finally, when Xiao Yangyue was in a daze, his fist was grabbed by the person in front of him, and the person in front of him dragged him to his eyes, leaned over and stared into his eyes: "Why, I haven't seen you for a few months, but you have regressed instead? "

Henry Zhang panted, her slightly pale lips trembled slightly, and said: "You are... Fang Wuzhu."

Fang Wuzhu's eyes froze slightly, and he knew in his heart that it was only a matter of time before Henry Zhang found out his true identity. He also expected Henry Zhang's life experience as the son of Chahou's Mansion in Fenzhou this time, so he did a good job. Prepared to face Henry Zhang's hatred.

But when Henry Zhang really read his name, he realized that Henry Zhang not only had hatred for him, but in this trembling voice, apart from hatred, there was also a feeling that even hatred could not get rid of.

"That's right." Fang Wuzhu replied, "I am."

Xiao Yangyue's heart tightened suddenly. He thought that what he wanted was nothing more than Fang Wuzhu's truth, but Fang Wuzhu's admission was far from reassuring him. He still felt painful and sad. Missing cannot be filled.

"It's really hard for you to find this place. I must have spent a lot of thought along the way." Fang Wuzhu let go of him, then picked up Henry Zhang's sword that fell on the ground, and handed it to him, "However, you should leave , Henry Zhang."

Henry Zhang didn't take the sword, but just looked at him fixedly: "What about you?"

"Me?" Fang Wuzhu smiled lightly, "Of course I stayed."

"..."

"You've already found out my identity, it's time to go back and report to the emperor." Fang Wuzhu said, "I don't want the position of Marquis Xiankun anymore. If the emperor wants to kill or cut him up, let him go. You go back and be yours." The owner of the duckweed pavilion, I will be my idler in the rivers and lakes, and the well water will not violate the river water from now on. If the emperor sends you to deal with martial arts affairs in the future, if we meet, we may still be able to talk..."

Xiao Yangyue suddenly pulled away the sword in Fang Wuzhu's hand, and came to him in a flash, the cold sword pointed directly at his throat, Fang Wuzhu just slightly raised his chin back, did not dodge, seeing the sword stop Not half an inch from his throat.

Henry Zhang lowered his head, his fingers holding the sword hilt were bluish white, a gust of wind rolled up the petals and fell beside the two of them, but his eyes were brighter than the peach petals around him. Trembling: "Is this what you want to say... Is this the answer you gave me?"

Fang Wuzhu stared into Henry Zhangyue's eyes, he has tasted too many emotions in this life, once he was arrogant, conceited and complacent, and in the following years, defeat, hatred, pain, loneliness, self-hatred , to fill every gap in his heart, but there has never been a single emotion that made him feel speechless like this, today, and at this moment.

"What answer do you want to hear from me?" Fang Wuzhu remained indifferent, "Are you allowed to stay? Or, are you capable of killing Huo Qiao for me? Henry Zhang, look clearly Well, you and I are two people, there is no Qi Zhu in this world, there are only Qi Huai'en and me, which one is on your mind?"

Henry Zhang just listened, letting Fang Wuzhu's words goug his heart full of holes like a blunt knife.

Fang Wuzhu said in a deep voice: "I am sorry for you, but I have no other answer."

"...I'm sorry?" Henry Zhang said quietly, "If I only want you to say I'm sorry, why should I let myself fall into such a mess? If I have a choice, I don't want to be on that day When Chen Xiangyuan met you, I didn't want to know you... If I didn't know you, I didn't admire you, how happy I would be."

Fang Wuzhu's eyes trembled slightly, he knew that he had really hurt Henry Zhang, but he also smashed his love to pieces.He is not a person who believes in fate, but he feels that the person in front of him is a punishment for his arrogance in the first half of his life. His way forward is a haze of hatred, and his way back is a cliff. There is no way for him to retreat. Henry Zhang gave up completely in his heart, and didn't want to hurt him even more in the future.

Fang Wuzhu lightly pushed aside the sword in front of his throat, turned around, and looked at the mountains in the distance where countless dead bones had been buried. He thought faintly that he might be one of these dead bones in the future.

He opened his lips slightly, but closed them again. After closing his eyes and letting out a breath, he said, "I don't have that kind of affection for you."

Saying this sentence was a hundred times, a thousand times more difficult than anything he had ever experienced in the past.

"Really?" Henry Zhang let out a soft and hoarse smile, but this smile became piercing and clear, and then turned into a big laugh, as if to tear the heart completely apart, showing In front of Fang Wuzhu, "That night in Jieziling, why did you put in so much effort to save me? You said you wanted me to survive and live!"

Fang Wuzhu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and after a long while, he slowly let go of his clenched fists, and said slowly: "I see... no wonder you were able to detect my identity so quickly, you forced Meng Jianjia back then Come out. Xiao Yangyue, I underestimated you."

Henry Zhang: "I want you to tell the truth."

"I'm not a person who will die without saving." Fang Wuzhu replied calmly, "Whether it's you or someone else, I will help you."

Yeah?Even if it wasn't him, Fang Wuzhu would have taken care of him so meticulously at that time, called him with that gentle voice, accompanied him through the torment, told him to survive, and told him that he would rather hate him?

Fang Wuzhu: "You go."

After a long time, Henry Zhang's cold voice came to his ears: "Forget it, for you, I have spoiled myself too much."

Fang Wuzhu's heart was full of loneliness, but he still didn't look back at Henry Zhang, and only said in his heart, that's good.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that Fang Wuzhu turned around slowly, and the place where Henry Zhang was standing was empty, leaving only peach petals all over the place, the world was so peaceful, it seemed that he was the only one left.

Fang Wuzhu stood there for a while, and left Taolin alone.

From the moment he decided to say goodbye, Fang Wuzhu made up his mind not to look back at him, if he looked at Henry Zhang again, all kinds of reluctance would come to his heart again, and he would never be able to say a word of farewell.Henry Zhang went here, probably because he would never see him again, and his love for him, no matter how much he hated him, gradually disappeared with age, and he, without Henry Zhang by his side, could go Let go of everything.

When Fang Wuzhu returned to Yan's Manor, Zhuang Ying, Yan Donglai and Qi Huai'en were all together. Yan Donglai was sitting on a chair grinning and applying medicine to his bruised leg. When Fang Wuzhu came back, he looked like As usual, there was no one else following behind him, and he asked, "What about the person surnamed Xiao?"

Fang Wuzhu: "Let's go."

"Okay you! You beat me like this!"

Fang Wuzhu glanced at him, and replied: "I saved you, you are not Henry Zhang's opponent."

Yan Donglai said angrily: "Fang, you are really nothing! Zhuang Ying and I have been covering up for you for the past few years, but you are comfortable being a marquis in front of the emperor. Knowing that the owner of the Duckweed Pavilion has a special status, you are still the same He contacts! This is great, this place was discovered by him!"

Fang Wuzhu smiled softly, and half-truthfully said: "The reason why I associate with him is naturally because he is a beauty."

Yan Donglai was speechless, and cursed Fang Wuzhu a few more words.

Qi Huai'en who was sitting on the side stared fixedly at Fang Wuzhu, his face, which was somewhat similar to him, contained some hint of thought, and after a while, he said, "Master Fang, can you take a step to speak?"

Fang Wuzhu and Qi Huai'en came to the porch outside the room. Qi Huai'en in the wheelchair looked at the little boys chasing and fighting in the courtyard quietly, and said, "The relationship between Mr. Fang and that adult just now must be very different." Is it normal?"

Fang Wuzhu lowered his eyes and said, "Why did you say that?"

Qi Huai'en: "Zhuang Ying and I have known each other for many years. His every frown and smile are unique to me. The way he looks at me is different from others. Even others can easily detect it, probably because we are deeply attached to each other. It’s hard to hide such deep feelings.”

He paused, and continued: "Just now in the peach forest, that lord looked at Mr. Fang in the same way. Before Mr. Fang arrived, he just looked at me. That's because I and Mr. Fang are similar in appearance , which shook him deeply."

"So what?" Fang Wuzhu said indifferently, "He has a different path from mine after all."

"It's the same when Mr. Fang looks at him." Qi Huaien said, "Although it's only a few seconds, I can also feel it."

Fang Wuzhu was silent for a while, and asked: "Wynn, if you knew that you and Zhuang Ying would have to part with each other in the future, would you still be so calm?"

Qi Huai'en shook his head slowly: "Master Fang, I met Zhuang Ying eight years ago when I was most desperate. He rescued me from the mud, and then I met Dr. Yan and Mr. Fang. You have a kindness to me that you will never forget in your lifetime. At that time, I was physically and mentally handicapped, and I could no longer return to the original life of Zhongming Dingshi, so I decided to let go of the past and abandon the name "Qi Zhu". For me, the difficulty is not to say goodbye to him, but The fear of life and death. I have already made an agreement with him that we live together and die together. If there is a life and death, it will only be a short-lived thing, because he and I do not want to live alone in the world."

"Life with the same quilt and death with the same acupuncture point..." Fang Wuzhu smiled hoarsely, "This is the most difficult thing in the world."

"It's all about you and me." Qi Huai'en said, "I know Mr. Fang has a lot to bear and has his own difficulties, but people like Mr. Fang may still lack some affection that ordinary people should have. That Mr. Fang My lord has a deep obsession, just like Zhuang Ying and I, the longer the time passes, the more unforgettable it will be, even if lord Fang leaves without a sound in the future, if he finds out, he will be in pain as if he was going to die."

Fang Wuzhu's mind unconsciously flashed through the past, the cold Henry Zhang, the red Henry Henry, and the beautiful Henry Henry, it seems that he has never seen Henry Henry laughing sincerely.It is precisely because of this that he didn't want to look at him when he was parting. His appearance was like a cloud in his heart. As Qi Huaien said, even if we parted, he would never forget it in this life.

"Perhaps Mr. Fang should ask frankly, what is that lord afraid of? Is he afraid of parting with you in the future, or if he is alive, he will be like a stranger." Qi Huai'en said softly, "In the final analysis, Mr. Fang, are you really Is it worth it?"

At this moment, a warrior in the village who was in charge of patrolling the mountains near Yanjiazhuang suddenly opened the courtyard door and entered. Zhuang Ying in the back room heard the movement and came out, asking what happened.

Holding a bloody long sword in his hand, the warrior reported: "Master Zhuang, I found this in a banyan forest in Qingyang Mountain about twenty miles away from the villa. There are signs of fighting nearby. But I haven't found anyone else yet."

Fang Wuzhu looked at the long sword intently, and his breathing stopped abruptly.

The blood-stained long sword was exactly the one on Henry Zhang's body.

Fang Wuzhu called unconsciously: "Xiao Yangyue..."

Xiao Yangyue's martial arts are strong, although there is no need to worry about ordinary dangerous situations, but Xiao Yangyue has already lost the sword in his hand, and the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship cannot be used, and now he has lost his only weapon. If the person who comes is...

Fang Wuzhu couldn't stop caring about him, couldn't stop worrying.

I thought that if I could drive him away far away, without seeing or thinking about him, I would be able to be alone in the future.But at this moment, he has already seen clearly that Henry Zhang is destined to become his weakness, no matter whether he is by his side or not, this point can no longer be changed, and this is what he is most worried about.

If Huo Qiao has planted his eyeliner in Fenzhou, Fang Wuzhu can't take this risk, he can't let Henry Zhang have anything to do.

Blue veins sprouted between Fang Wuzhu's arms, and a pair of eyes suddenly surged with killing intent like the ups and downs of the sea. He only forgot all those complicated emotions for the time being, and only wanted to confirm Henry Zhang's safety. In the blink of an eye, he leaped into the forest and headed towards Qingyang Mountain.

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Don't worry, Yang Yue will be fine!