Yangyue

Seven days later, Fang Wuzhu and Xiao Yangyue left Yanjiazhuang and headed for Ning County.

Xiao Yangyue first left a message to his spies and subordinates deployed in Fenzhou, only saying that he had clues to pursue alone, and Fang Wuzhu rented a small carriage and two horses in a nearby village. People travel light.

From Yanjiazhuang to Ningjun, the eight-day journey was not in a hurry, and we wandered along the way, enjoying the scenery of the mountains and rivers near Fenzhou along the way.

It was dusk when the two arrived in Ning County, so they planned to rest in the inn in the county for one night, and then went to the place Fang Wuzhu wanted to go tomorrow.

Ning County is mountainous, the transportation is not very convenient, and there are not many guests staying in the hotel.The two entered the inn. There were no customers in the inn. The innkeeper personally came up to welcome the door. He saw that the two guests were wearing bamboo hats to protect them from the scorching sun.

After hearing the two said they wanted to stay in the shop, the shopkeeper said, "Okay, but do you want two rooms?"

"No, a spacious one is fine." Fang Wuzhu put the silver on the counter, "By the way, please prepare some dry food that is convenient for you to bring on the road."

Seeing the full amount of money, the shopkeeper didn't dare to ask any more questions, and immediately led the two of them to the room.

After closing the door, Henry Zhang took off the bamboo hat, and through the window of the room, he looked at the undulating dark gray mountains in the distance. On the way here, he had heard Fang Wuzhu mention that one of the mountains , is Huaibi Mountain.More than seven years ago, it was here that Fang Wuzhu fought against Huo Qiao, and ended up being seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Fang Wuzhu leaned against the window, glanced at the distant mountain peaks, his eyes were deep, and his thoughts seemed to be briefly caught in the past memories: "The scenery around here...has hardly changed."

The same scenery, but things are different.

Xiao Yangyue actually didn't really want to see Fang Wuzhu showing such an expression, he was used to seeing him in daily life with ease, domineering, as if everything was under control, when he got serious, his eyes showed the sadness of nostalgia for the past , Henry Zhang always felt a little uneasy in her heart.

These few days in Yanjiazhuang, Xiao Yangyue also heard about the former Fang Wuzhu from Yan Donglai, Zhuang Ying and Qi Huai'en to some extent, but at that time he had already been defeated, and his mood was very different from when he was in the martial arts. What kind of person Fang Wuzhu used to be has been buried under the loess.

He has experienced the pain of the tragic death of his relatives, so he can naturally understand the hatred in Fang Wuzhu's heart. Even if the way is dangerous, Henry Zhang will not persuade him to let go of his hatred.

Hatred is the same as love. It is the most difficult thing in this world to let go. The only way to eliminate hatred is to let the person who hates experience the pain he deserves. Fang Wuzhu let go of his hatred.

It's just that Henry Zhang wants to be a side-by-side person by his side, no matter how they come from, they will face it together.

The two slept together at night, and Henry Zhang had almost gotten used to the feeling of someone beside him when he fell asleep in the past few days, and somehow suddenly woke up in the middle of the night sleepy.He turned his head slightly, and saw that the bed beside him was empty, and the person who was supposed to sleep next to him was standing by the window with his clothes on, the cool moonlight cast a sheet of hoarfrost on Fang Wuzhu's side face.

Henry Zhang rubbed his eyes, sat up from the bed, his voice was still sleepy: "...what are you doing?"

"Did you wake up?" Fang Wuzhu said, "It's nothing, it's just that we're getting closer, so it's inevitable that you won't be able to sleep, so you can go back to sleep."

Henry Zhang lay down on his side, but did not close his eyes, but fixedly looked at Fang Wuzhu, and quietly uttered a few words: "Come back to sleep."

Fang Wuzhu glanced at Henry Zhang with a little surprise, but the latter had already turned over, as if he no longer paid attention to him.Fang Wuzhu couldn't help laughing, went back to the bed and lay down, propped his head and tilted his head to look at him, combed Henry Zhangyue's hair with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Can't you sleep alone?"

"You get up in the middle of the night and stand by the window, who can sleep?"

"I obviously didn't make any noise. I think you are used to being hugged by me at night. You won't wake up until I leave." Fang Wuzhu hugged him again, gently rubbed Henry Zhang's earlobe, and whispered He smiled and said, "Forget it, how can a husband let Madam sleep in an empty bed, it's my fault if you get cold at night."

Xiao Yangyue knocked off Fang Wuzhu's hand kneading her ears, but the tips of her ears were quietly stained with a few wisps of crimson.

Fang Wuzhu smiled without saying a word, and instead held Henry Zhang's hand, thinking in his heart that he would definitely protect him.

In the early morning of the second day, the two of them got up and rode in the direction of Huaibi Mountain. They didn't stop under a fiery red poinciana until it was close to noon.The fire tree is full of red flowers, about five feet above the ground, especially eye-catching in the lush forest, like a piece of blood sprinkled on jasper.

A slender, wordless stone tablet stands under the Phoenix tree. There are already mottled marks washed out by rain and snow for many years on the stone tablet, and the bottom is also covered with fallen leaves.

Fang Wuzhu squatted down, and gently brushed the dust off the stone tablet with his fingers. He looked up at the poinciana tree above his head, and he didn't know if the tree was full of fire, whether it was because of the blood of his past friends.

"My former best friend Ye Weizhen is buried here." Fang Wuzhu's voice conveyed distant nostalgia and longing, "When I left, I casually scattered a handful of fire tree seeds here, but I didn't expect it to grow so lush."

Henry Zhang stood beside Fang Wuzhu, looked up at the red shade in front of him, and asked, "He died at the hands of Huo Qiao?"

Fang Wuzhu was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "No, I killed him."

Henry Zhang was slightly taken aback.

"Ten years ago, the martial arts secret book "Tiandi Gang" reappeared. At that time, Weizhen and I were with a group of knight-errant assassins who did not belong to any martial arts school. They were low-key and unknown in the martial arts, but they were all martial arts masters." Fang Fang Wuzhu slowly told him about his past, "At that time, I had just created the Luxue sword technique, and my heart was arrogant. When people in the martial arts mentioned me, they always compared me with Huo Qiao, so I was dissatisfied with my own martial arts at that time. He is pursuing more evil and powerful martial arts skills everywhere, and he doesn't want to be the number one in the martial arts with others, but just wants to look down on the entire martial arts alone.

"Then I started to search and compete for the "Compendium of Heaven and Earth", and Huo Qiao also wanted to get it in his pocket. "Compendium of Heaven and Earth" is not a single trick manual, but an extremely exquisite and rare skill of adjusting breath and tracing force It can be called the foundation of martial arts. If you can learn all the exercises in the first and second volumes of "Tian Di Gang", then it will not be difficult to practice any kind of martial arts in the future. At that time, the martial arts were chaotic, and I killed many people. After going through the magic, in the end, only the sub-volume Di E Gang of "Tian Di Gang" was obtained, and the more powerful Tian Zhu Gang fell into Huo Qiao's hands.

"As for my scramble for "The Outline of Heaven and Earth", Weizhen didn't agree with it at that time. He had already noticed that I was going crazy, and he was also worried that I would make too many enemies in the martial arts. Blinded by the higher and more fearsome strength and status, I ignored his advice indifferently, and even spoke ill at him several times, thinking that he was my best friend, but he did not agree with my beliefs.

"When we competed with Huo Qiao for the complete "Tian Di Gang", we gradually forged hatred. At that time, there were many members of Huo Qiao's Strange Gu sect, and Weizhen was worried that I would fight against Huo Qiao's entire sect alone. A person came to help me when I broke into the Strange Gu Gate, and fell into Huo Qiao's trap. I was hit by Huo Qiao's Gu insect called 'Puppet Needle', which is different from the manipulative person I met in Mustard Ridge at that time. Like Gu insects, but more ferocious and vicious than that kind, it made me lose my mind like a puppet and just want to kill. When I was imprisoned in the palace, it was probably because the suspect had a small amount of puppet needles hidden on his body. Unable to control the shot to kill.

"At that time, Huo Qiao didn't intend to kill me. He just wanted me to taste the taste of remorse. Although I could detect that I was poisoned, I couldn't control my actions. I killed people like crazy, and my soul seemed to have merged with my body. After pulling away, I could hear Weizhen's voice calling me, and saw him being bruised all over by me, but I couldn't stop.

"Later, I was able to recover from the influence of Gu insects by cutting off part of my meridians. But at that time, Weizhen had been seriously injured by me and was dying. I took him away and tried my best to save him, but he still died. up.

"Until he died, he told me to give up, stop competing with Huo Qiao, fly away, and escape to the ends of the earth. He said he didn't blame me, but how could I not blame myself?"

The subtle tremors and sighs in Fang Wuzhu's final voice really split his deepest remorse and hatred, pain and regret in front of Xiao Yangyue. Fang Wuzhu used to be an all-powerful martial artist in the martial arts, and he is also a mortal. Seeing him Henry Zhang only felt that his heart was blocked, and his heart ached sharply.

"After Weizhen's death, I didn't stop here as he said, but killed all the guardians and a large number of members of the Huo Qiaoqi Gu Sect." Fang Wuzhu continued, "Not only Weizhen, but all my All of my friends have been poisoned by Huo Qiao. With gangrene, puppet needles, and various other voodoo poisons... Huo Qiao exhausted all these insidious things.

"Until seven years ago, Huo Qiao and I had a life-and-death duel here. At that time, I had already completed the cultivation of Di E Gang, but it was a pity that I lost to Huo Qiao's skill of Tian Jiu Gang. Although I also hurt him a lot, but When I was defeated, nearly [-]% of the meridians in my body were interrupted by him, and [-]% to [-]% of my martial arts were cut off. If I didn't have the foundation of Die Gang, no matter how good Yan Donglai's medical skills were, he would not be able to save me.

"After my defeat, I fell off the cliff of Huaibi Mountain and fell by a stream. I lingered on for a day and a night with the little strength left, the stream beside me, and the wild fruits that floated down along the stream. It was not far from me at that time. There happened to be another corpse, probably a hunter from a nearby mountain village who accidentally fell off a cliff and fell to his death. The corpse had been bitten beyond recognition by birds and beasts. Fortunately, there was that corpse, and most people in the martial arts thought I was dead. Yes, it bought me some time to breathe.

"At that time, Yan Donglai happened to be practicing medicine in Ning County, and that night he went over the mountain to go to Fenzhou, passing the stream, saw me, and rescued me.

"Yan Donglai has mastered a long-lost Jianghu secret technique called 'Resurrection of Breathing Vessels'. This secret technique requires extremely small silver needles connected with extremely thin threads to pierce the meridians of the skin, so that the silver needles are inserted into the meridians. Walking around, the practitioner holds the thread at the end, manipulates the silver needle bit by bit to reconnect the meridians, and uses special medicine and internal force to help reshape and restore the flesh and blood, which requires extremely high medical skills from the practitioner. During those three months, Yan Donglai slowly recovered my remaining meridians, and I successfully woke up.

"In the next year, I walked with Yan Donglai and gradually recovered my martial arts. My internal strength gradually recovered, but my meridians were not completely restored. Yan Donglai warned me that for at least three years after that, I must never use too much internal strength unless necessary. The meridians in my body are incomplete, unable to support my internal energy, and my internal organs will be damaged if I am not careful. So I took the initiative to seal off some of the meridians in my body by using the foundation of Diegang, and slowly realized how not to use the meridians Run the internal force, which is why ordinary people cannot detect my internal force from the meridians.

"Six years ago, in order to speed up the restoration of my meridians, I began to inquire about the news of Yinmai, thinking that maybe practicing the method of Yinmai would help me restore my meridians. At that time, the Baibu Sword Sect had kidnapped a large number of boys and girls to force them to practice Hidden veins have been hidden for many years. On a certain day, I broke into the Baibujianpai Mountain Villa and killed their head. The kidnapped people in the village also took this opportunity to resist. Zhuang Ying and Wynn were among the kidnapped. Zhuang Ying was a successful practitioner. The person who came out of the hidden vein, he led many captives to kill the remnants of the Baibu Sword Sect and escaped successfully.

"So far, Yan Donglai and I have gotten acquainted with Zhuang Ying and Huai En. It is a very coincidental coincidence that Huai En's appearance is [-]% similar to mine. At that time, Huai En was abused by the Baibu Sword Sect for several years. Disabled and injured, Zhuang Ying has been with him for several years, so the two have a deep friendship.

"Although Yan Donglai helped Wynn to heal the pain accumulated over the years, Wynn suffered great physical and mental injuries. He also found out that his mother was dead, and once asked for death in pain. He is disabled. Unable to inherit the title for his father and restore the family, he chooses to live in seclusion with Zhuang Ying, free from worldly disturbances.

"At that time, I urgently needed time to recover my body, and in order to avoid Huo Qiao's arrest, I needed a new identity. Wynn gave him the jade pendant that his mother carved for him as a token of his identity, which he had been desperately keeping. I, I also spent several months imitating Wynn's handwriting and living habits, just in order to avoid the net that Huo Qiao set for me in the future, and find a few years of peace for the time being.

"Later, I returned to the capital as the Marquis of Xian Kun, and while coping with the life of bells and lanterns that I had never been in contact with before, I recovered my martial arts." Fang Wuzhu heaved a sigh of relief, "What happened after that, you will never know. knew."

The past can no longer be traced, Fang Wuzhu only seeks the future, so that he can protect the people he wants to protect.

Fang Wuzhu looked up at the fiery trees and red flowers above his head, and a piece of tough warmth suddenly stuck to his back, Henry Zhang quietly leaned on his back, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.He and Fang Wuzhu shouldn't have had any intersection at all, but good luck tricked people, the two of them finally met and met, peeling off layers of cover and lies, he saw his true heart.

The branches and leaves of the fire tree fluttered, and a red flower sprinkled on the shoulders of the two. The past passed through Fang Wuzhu's heart like floating clouds. He then held Henry Zhangyue's hand and hugged him tightly. A bit sour: "Don't leave me like those people before."

He doesn't want to be alone anymore, he just wants to be in the same grave with the person in his heart after a hundred years.

Henry Zhang closed his eyes on his shoulder, and answered with a reply.