knife cut mountains and rivers

There is a small building in Dongmen Theater, which is used to store old clothes that are not needed on weekdays. It is colorful and colorful as far as the eye can see.However, the door of this small building has been locked recently, and the sun cannot be seen inside.

Bian Qinghe held the food and a jar of wine in his hands, kicked the door open, and said, "Eat."

Fucheng huddled in the shadows and didn't speak.

Bian Qinghe felt a little disgusted with this crappy place, he found a chair, brushed off the dust with his hands, and sat down generously.Even if a hand was broken, Bian Qinghe did not lose his temperament. He was wearing a blue gown, with a piece of jade hanging around his neck, and a jade pendant in a pouch around his waist. Apart from his hand, there was a lot that should be missing.

Bian Qinghe said: "How long are you planning to hide?" Bian Qinghe's tone was a little dissatisfied, and said: "Those who don't know think I'm stealing."

It just rained that day, and the night was still a bit cold. Bian Qinghe secretly sang in the theater in the middle of the night. He couldn’t get on the stage, but when he couldn’t help it, he always sang a few lines secretly. Just as the door was about to close, he met Fucheng. He was covered in blood. , Fifteen wounds of various sizes on the body, the whole body is soaked, and there are strange blood scabs on his face, as if he has just experienced a fierce battle.Fucheng only said: "I need help looking for you, is it true?"

Bian Qinghe clicked his tongue, he had to admit what he said, so he had to keep Fucheng.The main reason is that the money for the redecoration of the theater came from Fucheng, so he was not too embarrassed to refuse.

Fucheng said that he would not let others know that he was here, so Bian Qinghe could only hide him here quietly.Zhao He's wooden head couldn't figure it out clearly, but Zhao Xiaohu doubted him several times and asked him if you were stealing people outside?

Zhao Xiaohu was kicked by Bian Qinghe and told him to get out.Bian Qinghe was a little guilty, every time he came to deliver food, he always felt that he was a thief.

Bian Qinghe prepared clean clothes and golden sore medicine for Fucheng. Fucheng had many wounds, but he just superficially bandaged them.He didn't take care of the wound very carefully, and he probably still had a little fever. Bian Qinghe looked a little upset, but then he thought it wasn't his wife, so he didn't worry about it.

Fucheng didn't eat much, only drank, and kept his head down all day thinking about things. Bian Qinghe couldn't figure out what he had to think about, and said, "You were kicked out by your wife?" Of course Bian Qinghe knew that was not the case , he just wanted to tell a joke to relieve his boredom, and it was uncomfortable to sit lifelessly in the room.

Fucheng didn't speak, Bian Qinghe could only say to himself that he was spoiled by Fucheng, but he was born with a lot of words, and he wanted to chatter when he pulled Fucheng, saying: "I tell you that I When I met Zhao He, I lied to him for two years."

As soon as Bian Qinghe finished speaking, Fucheng blinked his eyes, and Bian Qinghe knew that he was interested, and he continued: "At that time he thought I was a woman." Bian Qinghe smiled smugly, as if laughing at Zhao He stupid.

"At that time Zhao He just wanted to marry a wife, so I happily married him. He didn't know I was a man until the day we had intercourse." Bian Qinghe paused, whetted Fucheng's appetite.

Bian Qinghe came over, took the opportunity to open the lunch box, stuffed a steamed bun in Fucheng's hand, and said, "I'll talk after you finish eating."

Fucheng stared at the steamed bun in his hand, took a mouthful obediently, and listened to Bian Qinghe's chatter while chewing, and said: "He ran away that night, I was very uncomfortable at that time, but he ran back on the third day, he said He just likes me, and he will be responsible for me when he marries me. I didn’t know what he was doing for three days at that time. He went to Baihua Street to shop at brothels. I didn’t feel interested, but later I realized that it was because I was interested in me.”

Bian Qinghe was a little funny when he said this, and said: "He has an elm head, he can think about such a stupid thing for so long." Bian Qinghe didn't tell anyone about these things, he just told Fucheng, it's nothing shameful The secret, this is it, you have to talk to someone who understands it.

Sure enough, Fucheng smiled after hearing this, thinking that Zhao He's temper was quite similar to his own.

Bian Qinghe supervised Fucheng and ate a steamed bun, making sure that Fucheng would not starve to death in his own home. He couldn't afford to offend that little prince. He was missing an arm when he touched Fucheng last time. If something happened to Fucheng this time Son, then Zhou Heng had to chop off his other arm with a knife?

Bian Qinghe poured a glass of wine for Fucheng, poured another glass for himself, and said, "He is leaving."

Fucheng raised his head, and Bian Qinghe said: "Xiaohu said that Jin Ling is going to go with him, Xiaohu is so sad, every day is like losing his soul." My house ran out of steamed buns, the dishes from last night were gone, and the wine at home was gone, so I thought Bian Qinghe was looking for a lover outside.

Fucheng blinked his eyes, as if he finally understood what Bian Qinghe was talking about, his heart hurt a little, as if something was pulling inside.He thought that he would calmly wait for Zhou Heng to leave, but when he thought of not seeing him in the future, he felt uncomfortable.

He spilled the wine when he stood up.

Bian Qinghe should be eager for Fucheng to leave, but when Fucheng really wanted to leave, he said: "What do you want to do? Want to find him?"

Bian Qinghe dragged Fucheng down, but Fucheng didn't even say not to touch his stink, saying: "You go after drinking."

Fucheng could only sit down again, then held a wine glass, listened to Bian Qinghe's chatter, and said, "Tell me what you want to do with him in the capital? To be a young man in the prince's mansion? It's impossible for you two. "Bian Qinghe has been to Kyoto for a year. Fucheng is not suitable for Kyoto. He is out of tune with that place. As his friend, Bian Qinghe doesn't want to see him obsessed.

Fu Cheng paused, and said for the first time: "I know." But where does it suit him?The world is so big that there is no place for Fucheng.Fucheng thought about it for several days, he had no choice in his past life, so would he have a choice in the future?

Bian Qinghe was used to seeing the big wind and waves, holding his wine glass, he said: "You have seen too many things like this on the stage, idiot men complaining about women, rich ladies and down-and-out scholars. That's what you are like, the high-ranking little prince and the down-and-out knife guest."

Bian Qinghe snorted, and said: "For the sake of a word of love, there is no need to do this. I have sung dramas all my life. How can there be any life after life? In the end, it is better to die or to live than to die?" Bian Qinghe understands things on the stage. A good end.

Fu Chengdao: "I know."

This time it was Bian Qinghe's turn to be stunned. Fucheng knew all this a long time ago. He could see their limited future. The key was in Zhou Heng's hand.Bian Qinghe said firmly: "You never thought about living with him."

Fucheng smiled wryly, as if he was laughing at himself, and said, "No."

Fucheng is Fucheng, but Zhou Heng is no longer Zhou Zhou. He is now Zhou Heng, the prince, so follow the path of the prince. Fucheng sees him enthroned, marries and has children, and sees his children and grandchildren Around the knee.Fucheng has never expected to be a couple for a lifetime. He is too far away from happiness. He didn't have it before, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have it in the future.

Fucheng is destined to be a lonely man in his life, but he wants to see Zhou Heng happy.

Bian Qinghe felt that Fucheng was probably crazy, he saw Fucheng's talent in martial arts, if Fucheng returned to Zhengxuan Mountain and continued to seek Taoism, nothing would happen to Xu Yunqi after ten years.Bian Qinghe said: "Does he know?"

Fucheng didn't answer this question, but said softly: "I'm leaving."

Bian Qinghe seemed to know the fate of Fu Cheng, he reminded his friend, "He won't let go easily." Bian Qinghe knows people, he saw Zhou Heng's paranoia, such a person would not allow Fu Cheng The city disappeared again.

Fu Cheng said: "I know." Once Fu Cheng returns, Zhou Heng will not let him go even if he cut off Fu Cheng's hands and feet.

"Hiss——" Bian Qinghe suddenly realized that Fucheng knew everything he should know, so there was nothing to stop him, and said, "Is this the only thing you can say? Go away, looking upset."

Fucheng didn't leave right away, he thought for a while, and suddenly said: "How is your Tanyun hand?" During the two days that Fucheng was here, he would feed Bian Qinghe when he had nothing to do. Bian Qinghe is a right-hand man. Hand, the right hand is broken, and Tanyun's hand is useless.So he started to practice from the beginning. It happened that Fucheng learned Ruyi Palm in Zhengxuan Mountain, and he benefited a lot after a few days.

Bian Qinghe used one hand, and Fucheng also used the other hand. Bian Qinghe's left hand was not very agile, and it was broken within three moves. Bian Qinghe gave a wry smile. It is going to be scrapped.It's not that Bian Qinghe has any pursuit of martial arts, but just thinking that if something happens in the future, he will have the ability to protect Zhao He and Zhao Xiaohu. Bian Qinghe waved his hands and said, "Don't worry about it."

Fucheng took this matter to heart, if he had time, he could slowly practice martial arts with Bian Qinghe, but he didn't have time, so he asked, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Bian Qinghe was taken aback, and said, "What are you doing?"

Fu Chengdao: "I will teach you Ruyi."

Bian Qinghe picked up a big bargain, but said: "Zhengxuanshan's kung fu is not passed on to outsiders, are you afraid that Xu Yunqi will come and chase me down?"

Fu Cheng smiled and said: "You have to have that ability to practice well."

Bian Qinghe said: "You really underestimated me." Both Ruyi Palm and Tanyun Shou use softness to overcome rigidity, and they understand each other a little bit, and in addition, he has also learned half a move from Fucheng in the past two days style.

But when Bian Qinghe received Fucheng's "cheat book", he knew that it was not the case at all.If it is said that Fucheng's writing is just ugly, then painting is ugly to the extreme. Bian Qinghe said with a dark face: "What is this?"

Fucheng knew that his handwriting was ugly, and said: "Look at it this way, this is the head, and this is the hand."

Bian Qinghe looked at the big head, and said: "I won't go crazy when I practice this thing?"

Fu Cheng was honest and said, "It's not impossible."

When Bian Qinghe heard this, he thought that he would not practice even if he was beaten to death.He thought so at the time, and it took two years to realize that there was something supernatural in Fucheng's paintings. Although it was ugly, the general charm was there. After that, Bian Qinghe integrated the essence of Ruyi Palm into Tan Yunshou. He neither practiced Ruyi Palm nor fully reproduced Tanyun Hand, but embarked on a different path.

Fu Cheng said: "Thank you."

But Bian Qinghe said: "It's still the same sentence, if you have anything to ask for help."

When Bian Qinghe spoke, he was a bit like his natal family in Fucheng, as if he could not get along in the capital and return to Bailu City at worst.Fu Cheng thought about this sentence, and said, "It must be."