The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 5 It’s hard to calm down

Fang Xiu blurted out the last sentence. He didn't expect that he would suddenly say the name of his predecessor.

The key is not the Peach Blossom Island disciple Wu Mianfeng, but his real name before becoming a disciple, Wu Chengyu.

Seeing Fang Xiu standing there in a daze, Taoist Mo blinked and didn't respond, as if he didn't hear the three words "Wu Chengyu".

Fang Xiu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew that when it came to becoming a disciple, he was confused by Wu Mianfeng's emotions for a moment.

The memories of the two people have been deepening and merging. When they are completely integrated, he doesn't know whether he is Fang Xiu or Wu Mianfeng, but it is definitely Fang Xiu, who has the memory of a man in his forties, who is in the dominant position.

Fang Xiu scolded Huang Yaoshi from time to time, and now it seemed that it was not just because of the pain of a broken leg.

The atmosphere at the scene was a little tense. Ah Ku had fallen asleep, and both of them lost interest in talking for a moment. Taoist Mo added two pieces of wood to the fire and leaned against the wall to snore.

Fang Xiu covered A Ku with a thin blanket and gradually felt sleepy. From what he had just said, he had a premonition that tonight would be the night when his memory would completely merge with Wu Mianfeng's.

In the dream, the scene before my eyes returned to Feng Heng's tomb.

Huang Yaoshi had already crippled his three disciples and looked at Wu Mianfeng with murderous eyes.

Fang Xiu finally understood what Wu Mianfeng had said to Huang Yaoshi at that time.

"So what if the Nine Yin Manual is lost? The secret manual of divine skills is just a broken book. The best in the world is nothing compared to my aunt.

You were obsessed with creating a martial art that was no less powerful than the Nine Yin Scriptures, and ended up neglecting your aunt day by day. However, she still wanted to bear children for you. Now, in order to help you memorize the scriptures, she even exhausted her energy and died while pregnant. It was you who really killed your aunt.

You take your anger out on your senior brothers, but don't think about your own actions. Huang Yaoshi, you are the most hypocritical and heartless person in the world.

Today, you are not expelling me from the sect, but I, Wu Chengyu, am leaving Peach Blossom Island on my own initiative. You and I have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Wu Mianfeng's hatred for Huang Yaoshi was conveyed to Fang Xiu through his memories. He even found that his body was trembling along with Wu Mianfeng.

Finally, Fang Xiu and Wu Mianfeng's memories were completely integrated, and he also mastered everything Wu Mianfeng had.

"No wonder I feel refreshed every time I scold Huang Yaoshi. I guess you, my dear brother, know that we share the same aspirations in the afterlife.

For you, Feng Heng's death is like losing your closest person again. You feel unfair for your aunt, but you are powerless to change this outcome.

"Little brother, I can sense that you still feel resentful after your death, but eight out of ten things in this world are not what you want to see, and who can remain indifferent to them?"

Fang Xiu was having a silent conversation with Wu Mianfeng in his heart, seemingly trying to comfort Wu Mianfeng who no longer existed, but he was also talking to himself.

But just as he said the word "unfair", Fang Xiu found that the indescribable thing in his consciousness suddenly changed.

Originally there was a gray thing, invisible and intangible but real.

Now it has slowly turned into a roll of bamboo slips, which is as thick as an adult's forearm. It is blue-gray in color, inconspicuous, without any golden or shining light.

Three large characters in gold-plated regular script were engraved on the bamboo slips: It’s hard to accept.

Fang Xiu's eyes were blank, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He turned his head and looked around, and there was no one else except Old Man Mo and A Ku.

He took a deep breath, concentrated, and tried to communicate with his mind: "Are you Goldfinger? At least you could give me a ding first. Isn't that Goldfinger's standard feature? Can you speak? Tell me what you are?"

The bamboo slips still floated quietly in his consciousness, without any movement.

"So, what's your purpose? Rewards for completing tasks? Signing in? Rebates on purchases? Or simply granting me superpowers? Like space travel or incredible comprehension..."

Fang Xiu counted all the types of golden fingers in the novel, but the bamboo slips still showed no reaction.

"There's always a newbie gift pack, right? You could even heal my leg first.

Dad, please at least give me a response."

As soon as the word "Dad" came out, the bamboo slips moved obediently. They silently unfolded themselves, and rows of neat small characters with strict rules were engraved on them.

Fang Xiu suspected it was taking advantage of him, but the most urgent thing was to read what was written on it. If we could get wet in the snow together one day, we could grow old together.

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, it doesn't seem like you are a teenager.

Everything is a dream in the end. Don’t worry, even the butterflies will be sad when the flowers fade tomorrow.

A big dream in the world, several times in life is cool.

I am willing to die a thousand times for my country, but my hair will never turn green again.

Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still eat?

Life is full of love and passion, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Things are people and nothing is done, and tears shed first.

I know that everything is empty after death, but I am sad that I cannot see the whole country together.

I remember back then, the soldiers were armed with swords and spears, and they were as fierce as tigers.

How much sorrow can you have? It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

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There are not many words that can be written on bamboo slips. Dozens of poems only add up to a few hundred words. Most of them look familiar to Fang Xiu, but some are the first time he has seen them.

But apart from these poems, there was no other content at all, which was completely different from what Fang Xiu had in mind.

Fang Xiu opened his eyes wide and almost burst out of tears. He read it over and over again, trying to find some difference between the lines.

He read it silently several times and tried to call "Dad" a few more times, expecting that the words would be reorganized in the next second and give him a secret manual of magical skills.

More than half an hour had passed, and the letter remained the same. She was even tired of being stared at by a man, so she quietly rolled it up again.

Fang Xiu was desperate. A scroll of bamboo slips and dozens of lines of half-finished poems just penetrated into his consciousness. Apart from that, it was nothing else. Are you polite?
"What kind of cheat code is this? It's completely rubbish. I'm in the late Southern Song Dynasty now. These poems have existed for a long time. Even if I use them to show off, it won't work."

Fang Xiu closed his eyes in anger, choosing not to think about these things anymore, but he tossed and turned on the haystack, completely unable to calm down. He accidentally pulled his left leg several times, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

These poems are all famous lines, from different periods and different authors. If there is anything in common, it is that they match the titles of the bamboo slips.

It's hard to let go, and the poems on the bamboo slips all talk about the hardship of letting go.

Some talk about how it is difficult for a man and a woman to grow old together despite their love, some talk about how it is difficult to realize one's ambitions after the passing of youth, some talk about how the mountains and rivers are broken and the homeland is no longer there, and some lament that life is like a dream and everything is over.

In short, it tells all the unsatisfactory things in the world, the injustices in one's heart, and the regrets and resentments.

But Fang Xiu still didn't know what this scroll of bamboo slips was for. It suddenly appeared when Fang Xiu was trying to persuade Wu Mianfeng to let go of his grievances.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu suddenly sat up from the haystack, enduring the pain in his legs. He seemed to understand.

"You can't be asking me to eradicate injustice in the world, right? This proposition is a bit scary.

Zhujian Dad, I'm over forty. What does "no doubts at forty" mean? It doesn't mean that people will understand the world when they reach forty, but that when you reach forty, you will have a general idea of ​​who you are and have a full understanding of yourself.

Eradicating injustice in the world requires great ambition and ability. It is simply not something my small shoulders can shoulder, and I don’t have such ambition.”

This was the only reason Fang Xiu could think of at the moment. He tried to explain to Zhu Jian that he was not up to the task, but he received no response.

The bamboo slips just stayed there quietly, without any sound or feeling.

The cheat code I designed isn't all-powerful, so its presence won't be too strong. It also requires certain conditions to work, so I'm leaving it as a suspenseful experience. Online novels, except for those with strong writing skills, can't survive without cheat codes; they won't attract readers. However, if the cheat code is too strong, the plot will be unbalanced, so I'll try to focus on the plot.

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