Weicheng snow

Zhaofu Village is a mountain village by the river. There are no more than [-] households in the village. They make a living by cutting bamboo, building boats and fishing.Walking on the country road, you can see a gurgling river passing by under the earth embankment on the right. The river wind blows, the branches on the bank sway and rustle, and the apes cry sharply and loudly. Curious, he leaned forward and asked, "How many of you are here to visit relatives?"

Yi Qingchen shook his head and explained, "We want to buy some rafts here and go to the capital and Weicheng."

The villagers knew it well, and led the way enthusiastically and proactively, "My brother sells rafts, and the rafts he made are very good..."

On the way to the village, Yi Qingchen subconsciously observed the surrounding terrain, but inadvertently discovered another strange place.It's not even dusk, why is the Cowherd the only one in the village?

The fields are silent and deserted, and there is no smoke from the chimneys of the houses, which is strange no matter how you look at it.

The Cowherd seems to have noticed this strange phenomenon, and casually mentioned, "It's strange, why can't anyone see it?" Going deeper, gradually, Yi Qingchen found that some thatch on the roof was covered with grass. All were swept away, the windows and doors of some houses were kicked to pieces by gravity, the trees were cut off to the ground, the cut surface was smooth and neat, and occasionally a sudden color not like loess could be seen on the ground.

The uneasiness in my heart grew stronger.

They walked to the house with broken doors and windows, carefully removed and moved the door panel, and saw three corpses with their heads separated from each other lying across the house.Hua Shenchi stepped forward to check, and after a while, he came to a conclusion, "It was the ghost-faced gentleman who did it, and the corpse should have been left for more than two hours."

The house was buzzing with flies and insects, and due to the high temperature, the dead body had already begun to emit a strange smell. The cowherd, who could not stay for a long time, was frightened, and ran away to his house without saying a word.A group of people hurried to chase, and when they got there, the cowherd was already standing in front of his house, fighting with each other, speechless.

After a long while, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

The killer of the Yue family walked to the door, took a panoramic view of the horrors in the house, and clicked his hand, "This guy is a lunatic...it's the first time I've seen such a random murderer in my life... ...."

Yi Qingchen looked at the corpses in the room, large and small, each lying sideways, a total of nine corpses.He clenched his palms tightly and for some reason recalled his parents and sisters who had died in vain. He was furious in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. He just slowly exited the room, not wanting to continue watching.

Zhao Yu ran all over the village, but found no trace of Mr. Ghost Face, and he probably left two hours ago.

Being disturbed by such a commotion, most of the good mood of picking flowers and fruits on the road was lost when everyone came. Hua Shenchi shook some medicinal powder into the banana leaves filled with clear water, opened it, and fed it to the cowherd. Lang's eyelids trembled slightly, as if caught in a nightmare, he danced his limbs crazily, repeating the word "don't" in his mouth.

After he woke up completely and saw the people around him clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear, "It was all a dream..." But when he turned his head and looked at the room again, his whole body froze again. Living.

In an instant, the emotions were up and down, and in the blink of an eye, after great joy and sorrow, the Cowherd stared into the room for a long time, until Yi Qingchen thought he had passed out again, but the Cowherd suddenly smiled idiotically stand up.While smiling, he turned his head to look at the crowd, two clearly visible tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Yi Qingchen thumped in his heart, fearing that this person would go crazy, he secretly reached out and pulled Hua Shenchi's clothes, Hua Shenchi understood Yi Qingchen's intentions, and was about to go up to check on the cowherd, but the latter He suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at the people in front of him, and asked vigilantly, "Did you do it?"

Seeing the rusty hatchet pinned to his waist, Zhao Yu stood in front of Yi Qingchen and Hua Shenchi without saying a word, and explained, "This is the handiwork of the Essence Marrow Sect."

Fang Cowherd paused when he was about to touch the hatchet, then slowly lowered his hand, and asked in doubt, "The Marrow Cult?"

Zhao Yu nodded, "A heretical cult that is making waves in the rivers and lakes originated in southern Xinjiang. It has countless followers and indulges in sorcery. Not long ago, it sent troops to the Central Plains to dominate the world."

The cowherd blinked in disbelief, turned his head to look at the high mountains by the river, and murmured, "I haven't been here since I was born, and I haven't heard of these things, and the people in my village didn't blame them. .....how come..."

As for the character Ghost Mian Langjun, when Yi Qingchen first heard his name, he didn't have much feeling for this person.In his eyes, the ghost-faced gentleman is just like himself back then, the current Murong Qian, and Liu Seqing earlier, just because of a moment of popularity, he was talked about by the whole Jianghu, and soon he will fall into the dust .

Until one day, Jiang Zhige told him that the ghost-faced gentleman was not only stealing, but more guilty of killing. At that time, Yi Qingchen would still think that fighting, killing and killing is the real world, and it's no big deal.

But as he got in touch with the ghost-faced man day by day, Yi Qingchen seemed to gradually understand why Jiang Zhige hated the ghost-faced man so much, and also understood how terrifying the ghost-faced man was.

Killing without reason, killing with emotion, killing at will...

How innocent are those who died in vain, and what should the families of those who are still alive and who died in vain do?

"I'm going to Mount Hua!" The Cowherd stood up suddenly, wiped away his tears, walked into the house, turned into a room, and went to pack his things.

Yi Qingchen carefully avoided the corpses all over the floor, followed in together, stood in front of the door and asked the cowherd, "Haven't you never left here? Why are you going to Huashan?"

Fang Niulang stuffed things into the fur skin, and said, "I have never been out, but I have a long mouth, and I will ask. I will go to Jianzong to find my brother. Twenty years ago, the baby was named Jianzong Gao People took it away, saying that they were learning swords, but today his mother was cut off, and he is still learning a fart!"

Jianzong?Yi Qingchen was stunned.

The Cowherd said again, "You say this is a Jianghu matter, and then the Jianghu matter should be resolved by the methods of the Jianghu. I will go to my brother and his master to make decisions for me! I heard that it is a big sect, and there will always Give me justice, will you?"

Jianzong is indeed a big sect, but just relying on Jianzong is far from enough.

Yi Qingchen looked back at the corpses all over the house, and knew in his heart that the trip to herd the cowherd might end in vain, even if his brother was unwilling to stand by and watch, but with the strength of the two of them alone, it was impossible Please move the elders of Jianzong.

But if such things happened repeatedly in Jianghu, and countless people and factions of Jianghu went to Jianzong to complain, would they pay more attention to it?

Thinking of this, Yi Qingchen no longer obstructed the cowherd, but changed the subject and said to him, "To go to Mount Hua, you need to go west. If you go on foot like this, you have to go up the mountain at least." A few months..." As he said, he took off the money bag on his body and threw it to the cowherd. "I still have some money on my body. Although it is not much, it is enough to rent horses and buy dry food. I hope you can help my brother."

The Cowherd opened the purse and looked at it suspiciously, "Why did you help me?"

Yi Qingchen thought for a while, and countless heroic righteousness flashed in his mind, but none of them were in his heart, so he just smiled lightly and said truthfully, "First of all, I have a deep blood feud with the Marrow Sect, my The family and the village were all destroyed by their hands, and it is impossible for me not to avenge this revenge."

"In addition, I need people like you to lobby in various sects. Only when there are more people like you, those sects that only care about self-protection in the Jianghu will be forced to come forward. No one wants to be that early bird in public, and the ones who suffer will always be ordinary people like us..."

The cowherd listened very carefully, until Yi Qingchen finished speaking, he was still thinking, after a long while, he put the money bag into his arms, and bowed deeply to Yi Qingchen, "You are right, I owe you a favor, you said you want to go to Weicheng by raft, right?"

Yi Qingchen nodded, and the cowherd went to the window, pushed the wooden window open, and looked at the riverside, where the more than ten rows of bamboo rafts that were originally tied there had been cut and dismantled, obviously the ghost-faced gentleman I don't want Yi Qingchen and others to cross the river to do it.Fang Cowherd looked at it for a while, took off the hatchet at his waist, patted Yi Qingchen's arm and went outside, "Go, I'll make it for you!"

Fang Niulang, Yue Family Killer, and Zhao Yu cut bamboo and wood, while Yi Qingchen and Hua Shenchi rubbed rope with brown hemp.At first, Fang Niu Lang seemed very reluctant to let Zhao Yu and a girl's family do the physical work of felling trees. Instead, he thought that a tall man like Hua Shenchi should do it. As for Yi Qingchen, because it was given to him Qian's benefactor, so she didn't say much about herding the cowherd.

Zhao Yu couldn't see the idea of ​​Fang Cowherd being so contemptuous of girls, so he immediately pulled out the iron whip around his waist, the cold light suddenly broke, and cut off a piece of bamboo forest. Belly sat aside and laughed loudly, because the laughter was too harsh, and almost got a whip from Chaoyu.

It was late at night when the bamboo raft was ready.

The night wind by the river is dark, and the sky between the mountains is a hundred times clearer than the stars in the town market. The cry of apes makes people shudder.

Several people dragged the newly made bamboo rafts to the side of the wild ferry, but did not put them into the water. The Cowherd brushed a layer of tung oil one by one, and then said, "Time is tight, I can't find the sun, so let's do this first." , how many are going to leave tonight?"

Several people have their own plans, Yi Qingchen and Hua Shenchi are not in a hurry, the killer of the Yue family is even more leisurely, but Zhao Yu is quite eager to return to his heart, even looking at the bamboo raft with eager eyes .

Yi Qingchen thought for a while, then asked Fang Niulang, "Is it dangerous to cross the river at night?"

The Cowherd pondered for a moment, then pointed to the curved river not far away, "There seem to be many sharp bends in the river, and you can't see clearly at night, so it's easy to get caught in it. This section of water is indeed a bit turbulent. If you don't worry, you can stay until tomorrow morning." , I will personally prop up the raft and escort you to the land where the water flows calmly."

Yi Qingchen was stunned, "How troublesome is this?"

The Cowherd waved his hand nonchalantly, "It should be." After thinking for a while, his face showed embarrassment, "Tonight...the dead body in the village has not been buried yet, and there is no place to live. Maybe you can bear it." Mosquitoes in the woods and fields?" Yi Qingchen turned around to ask for opinions from the crowd, and without any objection, he replied with a smile, "I am used to eating and sleeping in the open, so I can bear it naturally."

The sky is sitting on the ground, and only coats are used as simple bedding. Although several people are all sleeping under a tree, they each have their own way of sleeping.

Yi Qingchen naturally slept next to Huashenchi, Zhaoyu slept a little away from everyone because she was a girl, Fang Cowherd was next to Jiang Zhige who was in a coma, the killer of the Yue family was always sitting in the tree Going up, no plans to come down, seems to be going to sleep on it.

About half an hour after lying down, no one was able to fall asleep.

Not long after, someone seemed to let out a long sigh and got up to walk around.

Yi Qingchen tossed and turned for a while, the more he wanted to sleep, the more he couldn't fall asleep, the more he couldn't sleep, the faster he tossed and turned.Hua Chenchi tightened the hand on Yi Qingchen's waist, and warned, "Don't move..." Yi Qingchen really didn't dare to move anymore, so he had to turn his back to Hua Shenchi , opened a pair of eyes, dazed.

As far as he could see, Zhao Yu was sitting by the riverbank and throwing stones into the river, the water splashed in all directions, shattering a river of moonlight, and the cowherd also sat up, with his arms on his knees, and sighed again.

Yi Qingchen lowered his eyes pensively. In the darkness of night, he no longer had to force himself to laugh, but only sighed silently, his heart full of idle thoughts.

Everyone had their own concerns, and lamented one after another, which only made the killer of the Yue family on the treetop unable to sleep peacefully and complained, so he sat up straight, folded a leaf, pressed it to his lips, adjusted his breathing, and casually blew a tune.

The tune twirls with the wind of the river, like a fairy in the moon dancing on the waves of the river, accompanied by fireflies in the trees, bright and bright, dark and ups and downs, like the unpredictable gap between man and god.

After the song was over, everyone under the tree sat up and looked in the direction of the Yue family killer. Zhao Yu opened his eyes and praised, "The breath is very stable and runs smoothly. Have you ever learned the rhythm?"

The killer of the Yue family put one hand on his bent knee, and shook the other hanging leg triumphantly, "No, I just played casually in the past. Those days were rather depressing, and I always felt I couldn't express the emotions in my heart, but later I found that if I played music, I could relieve it, and over time, I often played it."

There was another half hour of silence.

Yi Qingchen raised his head and looked at Mingyue, thinking that he would return to Weicheng to meet Murong Qian in the near future, and he felt endless emotion in his heart.

It's not all missing.

He already felt that he owed Murong Qian a lot and was ashamed of being an elder brother, but Murong Qian still treated him so well, so that when he realized that the Jiangling incident was set up by Murong Qian, he was not as surprised as others , I just felt a tightness in my heart, I was afraid that Murong Qian would do something out of the ordinary according to Murong Qian's temper.

During this period of time, he has witnessed all kinds of brother and sister feelings, among which Jiang Zhige and Jiang Jiuqu are the most profound. He does not hope that he and Murong Qian will be like him one day. in the footsteps of man.

"Speaking of..." Zhao Yu suddenly turned his head to look at Yi Qingchen, "Your younger brother, Mr. Murong, is also very good at instrumental music?"

Yi Qingchen immediately proudly said, "Yes, Xiaoqian has been fond of poetry and painting since he was a child, and he is also very talented in melody. Qian Shanxue, just the seven-hole flute, I can't play it well no matter how hard I practice. Xiaoqian played it for the first time. Then you can play a complete song."

"Compared to him, my elder brother doesn't have much ability to put on the stage. I only occasionally play music for fun, and it's quite ugly. When I was young, I didn't know it. I thought it was emotional, but I want to play it to lull Xiaoqian to sleep. Xiaoqian is really amazing, after being infected by my magic sound for many years, he can still be so talented in rhythm..."

As soon as Yi Qingchen opened the chat box about Murong Qian, he couldn't hold it back. Zhao Yu listened, and saw that the topic was getting more and more off track, but Yi Qingchen didn't know it, so he shook his head helplessly, and then He picked up a stone and threw it into the river.

On the contrary, the assassin of the Yue family became more and more interested in Murong Qian the more he listened, "Then does he have any music?"

Yi Qingchen thought for a while, then squeezed his chin and said, "I really don't know about it, at least during the years when he followed me, he was still young, he didn't write a song, and he went to the palace later, I'm not sure." I don’t know anything about it... By the way, I have written a few songs, but it’s a pity that I don’t have a flute right now..."

As soon as the words fell, the killer of the Yue family took out a black flute from his sleeve and threw it into Yi Qingchen's arms, with an attitude of asking you to do whatever you want.

Yi Qingchen stroked the body of the flute, but there was no sense of familiarity when touching Qianshanxue. However, as far as the instrument itself is concerned, this black flute is already a class that is easy to learn.

Then he picked up the hole with his finger, attached it to his lips, and exhaled cleverly with the melody in his memory.

As soon as the sound of the flute came out, Zhao Yu's right hand, which was about to throw stones, froze in mid-air. The killer of the Yue family held his hands in front of his chest, and was about to lean on the tree trunk to enjoy it, but he was so frightened that he crooked and almost fell from the treetop , hanging upside down on the branches.

The Cowherd listened in amazement, inserted his little finger into his ear hole, took out the earwax, and sighed, "My dear, this is what you city people like? I don't understand, I don't understand... "

Only Hua Shenchi sat aside from the beginning to the end, listening quietly. At the end, receiving Yi Qingchen's slightly ashamed gaze, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, whispering, "It's still the same as before."

The killer of the Yue Family was indeed taken aback at first, but as the song progressed, he gradually became more serious about listening to the song. After finishing the song, he sighed, "It's a good song, but you... ..”

Yi Qingchen didn't mind being ashamed, he just smiled and said, "Although I don't play well, Xiaoqian can play very well. When I return to Weicheng, I will ask Xiaoqian to play it again. It is really the melody of the nine heavens, which is difficult in the world. beg."

The killer of the Yue family laughed heartily, "That Yue is looking forward to it."