Lang Jianghu

"Bang!" The iron door of the prison fell violently, billowing up dust, and Zhuyun Ye in the next cell opened his eyes wide. He didn't pay much attention to the old bearded beggar next door who had a weird temper and always laughed, but he didn't expect After a short rest, the old beggar kicked down the iron gate of the prison.

The old beggar swaggered out of the prison door and said to him, "I have something I have to do now, do you want to come with me?"

Zhu Yunye supported the wall and stood up without the slightest hesitation, "I'll go with you!"

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In the morning of the second day, the grandmother of the Jinchuan Sword Sect came to see Jun Cheng in person. Jin Qianfan was both relieved and couldn't help but sighed at the arrival of the grandmother of the ancestor. At the end, he lowered his voice and asked timidly like a child who made a mistake, "What's wrong with him?"

The patriarch's grandmother got up and said word by word in an old but not old voice, "Xiaoshi powder".

Hearing these three words, Jin Qianfan's heart twitched for a while, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away, and even the cautiousness just now disappeared, so he hurriedly asked, "Is there a way?"

Lian Mingyue was a little confused by Jin Qianfan's intense expression, so she asked in a low voice, "Is there any question?"

Looking at the dying person on the bed, Duan Zigui replied in a low voice, "Digestion powder, this kind of poison can make people unable to eat food. People who have been poisoned by this kind of poison will either commit suicide or... starve to death."

Lian Mingyue looked at Jun Cheng. His figure was already petite and now he was even more skinny. The majestic No. [-] in the world made people feel pitiful.She knows how powerful he is. For her, he is not only a good teacher and helpful friend who helps her grow up, but also the sun that never sets in her heart, and he is the person she admires at the first sight.

The non-procrastinating gestures, the high-spirited eyebrows and the slightly raised corners of the mouth, I still remember the first time I saw him. She opened the door and peeked at him. He leaned against the table, flipped through the ledger lazily, and then Throwing it aside casually, "Leave this to me!"

He didn't go out often, and she was also tied up in a boudoir. Her impression of him was always at the first sight, but his influence could be seen everywhere. The hand came back to life.

That moment was so dazzling, but only for a moment.

The sun broke through the dark clouds, and was swallowed by the dark clouds in a blink of an eye.

Lian Mingyue couldn't help tensing her body, and couldn't help trembling, God!To what extent do you have to destroy people before you are willing to stop!

The patriarch's grandma glanced at Jin Qianfan. This was the first time she had looked at Jin Qianfan since she stepped into this room. She said in a neutral tone, "Come out with me!"

Jin Qianfan raised his throat in one breath, his face turned serious, bowed his head and shouted respectfully, "Yes", and walked out behind the patriarch's grandmother.

The patriarch's grandma is an octogenarian, and everyone in the Jinchuan Sword School, from the master to the sweeper, affectionately calls her "grandma".Apart from her age, what is respectable is her gentleness and kindness, but facing Jin Qianfan at this moment, her face is undisguisedly gloomy, anger is faintly visible, and her eyes are piercing. God, it seems to spew out fire.

The patriarch's grandma cut to the chase and asked, "Where is Wen Xueji?"

Jin Qianfan had expected it a long time ago, and replied neither humble nor overbearing: "She is dead."

Grandma Patriarch shouted angrily, "Bastard! You really think I'm an old fool! Don't you remember anything!" Memories flooded her mind, and she became even angrier. She walked back and forth, pointed at Jin Qianfan and gritted her teeth, "Back then, It was you who took her away!"

The patriarch's grandma met Jin Qianfan's eyes fiercely, staring fiercely at his innocent, blue sky-like eyes.

These are a pair of unforgettable eyes.

I still remember that a tattered little beggar mixed in the refugee crowd, with a thin and weak body, let the crowd push and stagger forward, and then fell to the ground unnoticed, with countless feet stepping on him.

She walked over and dispersed the crowd.

He curled up, holding his head, a small ball.

He raised his head, and under the tattered hat was a pair of clear eyes reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

The boy's appearance is not outstanding, not to mention dirty and disgusting, but at first glance, he feels astonished.

The boy gave her a deep look with an alienated expression and indifferent eyes, then stood up and left without looking back.

The disciples complained in a low voice, "Who the hell! Don't even say thank you!"

But she suddenly realized, "He is not a refugee!" The young man never bent his back, and he never put himself in the position of begging for mercy.But she stuffed herself with sympathy.

At that time, the patriarch's grandma was full of guilt towards him, so she remembered this young man with sky-colored eyes.

But how could he have imagined that this seemingly innocent and noble boy was actually a money-hungry killer.

Jin Qianfan was unmoved.

At that time, the patriarch's grandma looked down at him, he was so small, but now he had to lean up hard.

The patriarch's grandma was in a stalemate with him, and she took the lead to retreat, feeling moved, "When I picked up Xueji, she was only six years old. I watched her grow up, and she is just like my granddaughter! My granddaughter! I know my granddaughter best, and I don’t believe she would die so easily! You were the only one with her at the time, and you must know her whereabouts. Can’t you pity me, the old woman! Seven years! Seven years! "

Jin Qianfan was silent for a while, but still said, "Regardless of life or death, there is no such person as Wen Xueji in this world."

The patriarch's grandma stared at Jin Qianfan for a long time, and finally sighed. She closed her eyes and opened them suddenly, and said with determination, "I didn't want to use this kind of nasty move, but you forced me to use it!"

Jin Qianfan had difficulty breathing, and his fingers quietly clenched into fists.

really……

"I know the detoxification method of Xiaoshi powder, but I have to exchange it with Wen Xueji's whereabouts." Grandma Zushi sighed, "Xueji is my granddaughter, and I will never hurt her, but if I don't detoxify, then the young Humans can't last more than three days."

Jin Qianfan thought for a while, and said to himself, "Is it only three days? It will take seven days to go from Jinchuan to Kyoto, but if Mr. Hanquan can come from Kyoto at the same time, maybe there is still a chance."

The patriarch's grandma looked at Jin Qianfan in disbelief, but he just bowed deeply to the patriarch's grandma and said, "I'm sorry, but now I have to hurry up."

After finishing speaking, he rushed into the house.

Duan Zigui, who had been eavesdropping at the door, rushed to the patriarch's grandmother and shouted in confusion, "Grandma! What are you doing! You can save me, why, why did you put such a condition!"

Jin Qianfan picked up Jun Cheng, covered him completely with the cloak, brushed past Duan Zigui, and walked down the mountain steps quickly.

Duan Zifu couldn't stop him, "Qian Fan!"

"Grandma!"

The patriarch and grandma were unmoved.

Duan Zigui saw that the patriarch's grandma was determined, so he stopped asking, stomped his foot hard, and ran quickly in the direction Jin Qianfan left.

There is no bottom to be seen on the tall and wide steps. From a distance, there are only two white spots moving quickly.

Duan Zigui yelled, "Qianfan! Wait a minute! Go and beg Grandma! Everything will turn around! Don't worry!"

Jin Qianfan glanced at Duan Zigui, and said, "Zigui, thank you for taking me in, and I won't cause you any trouble." What an alienated politeness this is!

Jin Qianfan speeded up and disappeared before Duan Zigui's eyes in the blink of an eye.

Duan Zigui frowned, stopped slowly, stood there for a while, his face was full of disappointment, he experienced life and death together, but he was still an outsider.But only for a short while, the determination reappeared, stomped his feet, and quickly turned around and ran towards Shang Jinyuan.

Maybe it was the up and down bumps, but Jun Cheng slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the sweaty Jin Qianfan and said softly, "You are not good at betting, you will lose."

"I didn't bet, let alone bet with you."

Jun Cheng looked at him deeply, facing Jin Qianfan's chest, gently pressed against it, and half of the exposed corner of his mouth was slightly hooked up, full of helplessness, "Qianfan, Mr. Hanquan is not in the capital, he brought I have arranged for the emperor to go to the snow-capped mountains."

Jin Qianfan stopped slowly, stared at his gentle eyes, his eyes were tinged with sadness, "You are really good at calculating, why did you include yourself again."

"I'm sorry" Jun Cheng closed his eyes and fell into a coma again, a line of clear tears flowed from the corner of his eyes, I'm sorry for putting you in a dilemma again.

Jin Qianfan lowered his head and kissed the line of tears, touching his foreheads together, rubbing gently.

Ning Jingming, Shi Xiangfu and the others were attracted by the sound of bamboo flutes.

Duan Zigui copied the trail and returned to the Jiange. He originally wanted to stop Jin Qianfan, but unexpectedly, Jin Qianfan never came back.After telling what happened, everyone was very worried, and immediately decided to go to the Shangjin Academy to beg the patriarch and grandma together.

But when passing through a forest, he heard the sound of bamboo flutes sobbing, which made people cry.

Just as the sun was rising, the sky was a cool white.Overcast clouds struck, completely blocking the already faint light.

Few in the Jiange knew how to play musical instruments, not to mention playing so deeply, Ning Jingming immediately ran towards the direction of the sound.

The source of the voice was not the person Ning Jingming thought of.

But it was enough to reassure him.

It was Jin Qianfan who played the bamboo flute, and the young master was still asleep leaning on Jin Qianfan's shoulder.

Jin Qianfan put down his bamboo flute, looked at the crowd, and replied faintly, "Here we are."

"What time is it, you're still in the mood to play a tune!" Ning Jingming was impatient.

Shi Xiangfu glanced at Jin Qianfan and Jun Cheng, and asked, "Is there a way?" Her tone revealed her sadness, but she knew that there was no hope.

However, Jin Qianfan was pleasantly surprised again.

"Three!" He stood up, picked Jun Cheng up carefully, and explained at the same time, "There are three ways."

In the Valley of the Stars, you are bored, but you are always vigilant. Only by playing the bamboo flute can you have a trace of peace.

Calming down also allowed him to find a way to break through the predicament.

Everyone couldn't help raising their voices, "What way?"

"First of all, it is to ask the old man again. The old man is kind-hearted and always can't bear it."

Duan Zigui shook his head, "No, grandma really made up her mind this time." She looked at Jin Qianfan, hesitated, and said, "Actually, grandma just wants a comfort."

Jin Qianfan said, "I've told you everything I know."

This way is dead, "What about the second way?"

Jin Qianfan was silent for a while, and said, "The poisoner will definitely be able to detoxify."

"I've sent carrier pigeons to Kyoto to steal the antidote to the powder. But..."

"Time!" The scholar pointed it out, and tapped his forehead, feeling a little helpless.

"What is the last way?"

Jin Qianfan was silent for a long time, then raised the bamboo flute and played it again, without saying anything.

After a while, he ended the song, picked up Jun Cheng, and left the bamboo forest.

Only one sentence was left, "Next, I will go by myself, and you are not allowed to follow."

The flying pigeon flew away from a pair of white fingers. The owner of the fingers glanced at the letter and was stunned.

The other finger snatched the letter, and then froze in place.

"Son!"

The gauze curtain danced, and the silhouettes of the two were reflected on the warm orange-red background at dusk.

The young master walked up to the woman, stopped very close to her, and reached out to touch the woman's ear.

The young master sighed softly in a hoarse voice, "You are very beautiful, why do you have to wear a veil all the time." Following his words, a veil fell slowly, and before it touched the ground, it flew into the distance under the influence of the wind.

"Sir..."

The young master sat down on the rattan chair, and whispered in a hoarse voice like a lot of fireworks, "After all, the only shameful person is Zhu Yunshao."