knife cut mountains and rivers

When Fucheng came out, he saw the traces left by Yang Lei. His bloodstains stretched out from the end of the alley, and finally stayed in the middle of the alley. Fucheng knew that this was the place where he died.

Yang Lei's body had already been taken away, but the bloodstain hadn't had time to be cleaned. Fucheng looked back along the bloodstain, the bloodstain meandered, and the other end was connected to his ruined temple.

Fucheng turned his head and continued walking. There were some swordsmen on both sides of the road. Their eyes were on Fucheng. Fucheng walked very calmly and silently.But in his heart, he couldn't wait to break free from Liuyin Alley. Fucheng didn't know what happened to Zhou Xuanyi. He was actually a little stiff when he walked out of Liuyin Alley. After all these years, he still couldn't get used to the smell of blood.

It wasn't until he walked a long way from Liuyin Lane that Fucheng took a deep breath. He inhaled the fragrance of the noodle stall next to him, and felt that he was a living person.

Fu Cheng stopped, leaned against the wall, untied the wine gourd on his waist and took a big gulp, the spicy wine rushed down his throat, Fu Cheng felt warm.Fucheng leaned against the wall and hid in the shadows. At this time, the whole Bailu City had just woken up, and no one noticed him.Fucheng felt a sense of sadness emanating from the inside out, he drank for a while, and continued walking after feeling better.

Fucheng wandered aimlessly in Bailu City, and somehow came to Dongmen Theater.

"Hey, little brother!" Someone called himself from a distance.

Fu Cheng took a closer look and saw a person walking towards him. He was wearing a blue Confucian shirt. At first glance, he looked like a scholar, but when he walked in, he felt that this scholar was a bit different. He unbuttoned a button on his chest. , revealing a piece of jade, the thread of this jade is very short, just resting on his protruding collarbone.The sleeve of one hand was also rolled up to the elbow, Fucheng judged that no Confucian scholar wore it like this.

Fucheng almost didn't recognize him, isn't he the owner of Dongmen Theater, Bian Qinghe?

Bian Qinghe took off his actor costume, but he didn't look sissy at all. If he didn't say it, Fucheng would never believe that Bian Qing was nearly forty and still looked like a young man in his early twenties.Although Bian Qinghe is a little thin, but I don't know if Fucheng has seen his kung fu before or what, this person not only does not look thin in front of Fucheng, but also looks very manly.

Bian Qinghe is a person with a temper. He doesn't want to say a word to people he doesn't like, but he can say a lot to people he likes. It just so happens that Fucheng belongs to people he likes.

Bian Qinghe greeted Fucheng enthusiastically, and said, "Friend, what are you doing?"

Fucheng also gave Bian Qinghe a smiling face, and said, "Go out and buy incense."

"I have it at home, I'll give you some." Bian Qinghe greeted Fucheng.

Fucheng was infected by Bian Qinghe's warm voice, and immediately felt less uncomfortable, and followed Bian Qinghe into the theater.The theater garden is still being decorated, and the messy tables, chairs, benches and stools inside have been cleaned up, and several carpenters are repairing the central stage.

There was a man among the carpenters who was different from the others, he looked up when Bian Qinghe brought Fu Cheng over.Fu Cheng guessed at a glance that this was definitely Zhao Xiaohu's second father, he had a pretty face, and Fu Cheng remembered that he had quite big eyes.

"Qinghe?" the man called out, meaning to ask Bian Qinghe to introduce him.

Bian Qinghe wanted to wrap his arms around Fucheng's shoulders to show his warmth, but then he thought that Fucheng didn't like others to touch him, so he smiled and said, "This is Xiaohu classmate..." Bian Qinghe paused again. He wanted to say that Fucheng was Xiaohu's classmate's father, but he didn't know what the relationship between Fucheng and Jinling was when he said it, and he didn't look like a father and daughter, so he changed his wording and said: "This is Mr. Xiaohu Academy of……"

Bian Qinghe paused again. He originally wanted to say that Fucheng was Mr. Zhao Xiaohu Academy's concubine, but Bian Qinghe guessed that Fucheng and Zhou Xuanyi were in that kind of relationship, how could he say it in front of Fucheng? Time does not know how to explain it.In the end, he could only say dryly, "This is my friend."

Fucheng found it funny when he heard Bian Qinghe's twists and turns in introducing himself, and said, "I'm Jinling's brother."

Zhao Xiaohu's second father had heard Zhao Xiaohu talk about Jin Ling, so he immediately understood, and said, "My name is Zhao He."

Bian Qinghe said proudly: "Is it destined? Both of us have a river in our names."

Fucheng couldn't understand at all what there was to be proud of, so he smiled awkwardly.

Bian Qinghe said: "Hey, look at my memory, I'll get you incense, what kind do you like?"

Fu Chengdao: "Smothering people."

Bian Qinghe: "..."

Bian Qinghe was stunned for a while, then turned around and went into the house to get incense, and after a while came out with a bundle in his hands, saying: "This is good, it tastes great, someone gave it to me, I have never used it before, so I just gave it to you. "

Fu Cheng thanked him, and he came out for a while and didn't dare to stay for a long time, he had to rush back to the ruined temple.

Bian Qinghe saw him off, and said as he walked, "Is someone dead in your family?"

Fu Cheng thought that it would be easy for people to misunderstand, but the matter seemed to be really such a thing, so he said, "That's right, don't say anything about it."

"Understand, understand, I know it all in my heart." Bian Qinghe is an old Jianghu, he knows these things well, he can guess what happened to him in Fucheng when there was such a commotion in Dongmen Theater yesterday, and said: "Or That sentence, if you need help, find me."

"Success." Fucheng agreed without hesitation, feeling that Bian Qinghe is really nice except for his temper.Fucheng didn't know why, but at this moment he became a little curious, and asked, "Isn't Zhao He from Jianghu?" Fucheng is very good at reading people, especially whether he has practiced martial arts, and he can tell at a glance in Fucheng's eyes However, people who practice martial arts have a different perception of the world than ordinary people, especially those who have fought in blood.But when he saw Zhao He just now, he had calluses on his hands, but he was definitely not a martial artist, he seemed to be an ordinary carpenter.

"That's right." Bian Qinghe knew that Fu Cheng was a smart man, and he probably guessed his origin long ago, and said, "He didn't know anything when he met me."

Fucheng seemed to have found someone to talk to, and asked, "That...is angry, how can I coax you?"

Bian Qinghe looked at Fucheng suspiciously, and always felt that Fucheng's question was a bit funny, but immediately changed his face, and Bian Qinghe's expression was generally summarized as "it really is".

"What's wrong? Are you angry?" Bian Qinghe asked.

"Yes, I'm angry." Fu Cheng didn't know how to tell Bian Qinghe.

Bian Qinghe asked, "Why are you angry?"

"How do I know this?" Fu Cheng was also a little angry when he said it. .

Bian Qinghe felt hopeless when he saw Fucheng, and said: "You have to ask why you are angry. He is not a woman. You can coax him by buying expensive jewelry? What if it is a misunderstanding? You How did you get here in the past two years?"

"No, we..." Fucheng felt that he couldn't explain clearly. Halfway through Fucheng's speech, he felt that what Bian Qinghe said made a little sense. Fucheng didn't even know why Zhou Xuanyi was angry, so he realized it right away. Thank you Bian Qinghe rushed towards the ruined temple.

When Fucheng entered, Zhou Xuanyi could no longer see any signs of anger. He didn't know whether he had thought it through or covered it up. Fucheng knew that Zhou Xuanyi was used to covering up.

Jin Ling was really sleepy, no matter what she said she was still a young girl, she felt sleepy whenever she said it, unlike Fucheng, she could still stay vigilant even if she didn't sleep for three days and three nights.When Fu Cheng left, seeing Jin Ling's sleepy face, he sent her to rest.

Fucheng first lit the incense sent by Bian Qinghe, preparing to smoke the bloody smell in the ruined temple.Fucheng lit three sticks of incense in the corners of the wall, and after doing this, he put another three sticks of incense on the decapitated Buddha Lord in the ruined temple. When Fucheng worshiped Buddha, his expression could not be said to be pious. Others looked at him They also found it strange, Jinling said several times that worshiping Buddha in Fucheng had nothing to do with Buddha nature at all, on the contrary, the whole ruined temple seemed even more weird.

But Zhou Xuanyi didn't see it that way, and he didn't know it was because he liked it, so he would give Fucheng a high opinion of everything he did.Fu Cheng clasped his hands together, and when he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooped down like two fluffy fans. With the fire moire pattern on his forehead, he looked a little Zen at this time.

Zhou Xuanyi kept watching Fucheng when he worshiped Buddha. He looked at Fucheng inside and out. Fucheng was still the same Fucheng. He was quite good-looking and had a personality like a big yellow dog at the entrance of the village. Would Fucheng do such a thing?Zhou Xuanyi was a little skeptical in the morning, but it seems to have dissipated now.

Fucheng performed a Buddhist ritual to the severed head Buddha, and when he turned around, he saw Zhou Xuanyi sizing him up. The two of them just happened to look at each other, and there was nowhere to hide.

Zhou Xuanyi spoke first, and said: "Your incense can kill the living and revive the dead."

Fucheng twitched the tip of his nose, and was choked up immediately, the scent of Bian Qinghe was too strong.Fucheng sucked too hard, coughing again and again.

Seeing Fucheng's stupid look, Zhou Xuanyi suddenly wanted to laugh.

Fucheng sniffed his nose and said, "What are you laughing at? Oh? Did you get angry this morning?"

Zhou Xuanyi wanted to say, who is angry?But when Fucheng spoke with a strong nasal voice, which sounded muffled, Zhou Xuanyi's heart softened suddenly, and he hummed.

Since Fu Cheng had already spoken, he wanted to ask this matter clearly, and said, "What are you so angry about?"

The other party had already spoken, and Zhou Xuanyi didn't want to hide it, and said, "Why did Jinling follow you?"

Fucheng never expected that it was because of this matter, he was stunned, pointed to himself and asked, "Do you think I trained her to be a perverted female devil because I can't kill people and let Jinling do those dirty things for me?" Dirty thing?" The more Fu Cheng said, the more chilling he became, mainly because he didn't expect Zhou Xuanyi to think of him so much.

Zhou Xuanyi had thought this way before, but Fucheng's words in such a breath still made Zhou Xuanyi feel terrified, Zhou Xuanyi didn't speak, and acquiesced.

"Heh—" Fucheng let out a deep laugh from the depths of his throat, and this sound pierced into Zhou Xuanyi's heart impartially like a thorn.

Fu Cheng was not angry, he seldom used anger to express his emotions, he just felt...a little uncomfortable, it turned out that Fu Cheng was that kind of person in Zhou Xuanyi's heart.

Fu Cheng said: "You underestimate Jin Ling." When Fu Cheng spoke, there was a big smile on the corner of his mouth, which was a very sarcastic smile. Fu Cheng and Zhou Xuanyi were two types of people from beginning to end. I have never experienced any despair, and I don't know how cheap human life can be in Bailu City.

Fucheng smiled for a while, and he walked towards Zhou Xuanyi, and said as he walked: "If Jinling wants to survive in this world, she must pick up a knife. Do you think she has a choice? Don't use your tricks. Ask Jinling, do you want her to embroider in the boudoir? Her only fate is to be sold to Baihua Street, or to die on the street. In Liuyin Lane, no one picks up a knife for others, and Jinling takes The knife was for her own sake!"

Every time Fucheng said a step, he took a step towards Zhou Xuanyi. Fucheng rarely had an aggressive aura, and even Zhou Xuanyi's aura was lowered. The location stops.Seems to be a little tired, said: "Prince, you are too naive."