Fengyunyi

Jiang Jingshu remained silent, and the two confronted each other for a long time in the cedar forest, until the accumulated snow flakes fell, breaking the frozen atmosphere.

"So, you also know about this game?" The other party spoke first.

"Yes, you know it, and I know it too." Jiang Jingshu took a seat in front of the man.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" The other party sneered.

"have to do."

"You have the heart to hurt Qin Feng? He is innocent."

"Twenty years of dormancy, I don't want to waste all my previous work." Jiang Jingshu said indifferently with a face as cold as snow, "Besides, this is his life, and it is also my life. Hundreds of people died 20 years ago, aren't they innocent?"

The man pursed his lips tightly, staring fixedly at Jiang Jingshu's unchanging calmness, after a long time he chuckled lightly and said, "Since you are so decisive, let's talk, how does this game start."

"This game started 20 years ago."

*****

Qin Feng went back the same way, with his head down, he hurriedly shuttled through the Taoist temple for fear that others would recognize him, and he didn't know if he was in a hurry and went the wrong way. He turned around and passed a dusty old courtyard and a panicked little teacher. Too head on.

"Ouch!"

"I'm sorry, little teacher." Qin Feng quickly helped the little teacher up.

The little teacher is only seventeen or eighteen, she doesn't seem to recognize Qin Feng.

"Stop talking in a poor way, you offended my lord." The little master said apologetically.

"You just came here to practice Taoism." Qin Feng said curiously, "Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you Taoists the most unhurried."

"This..." Zhi Yan seemed to have something hard to say, she glanced at the next rooms from time to time, "Master, let's get out of here quickly."

"Why?" Qin Feng was puzzled.

"I heard that someone died here." Zhi Yan said in a low voice, "It seems to be the wife of the owner of Qin Zhuang."

Qin Feng suddenly felt numb, with mixed feelings in his heart, he smiled stiffly: "Really?"

"Listen to what Master said." Zhi Yan let out a long sigh, "Poor girl, she was given birth in our temple back then, but she still... died of dystocia."

Qin Feng is still in shock and has not recovered.

"I heard that there was also a woman who gave birth in our temple at that time. She gave birth on the same night as Mrs. Qin, and she also gave birth to a son." Zhiyan chatted about the past, and she suddenly came to her senses and said quickly, "Poor Too much talk."

"Which room was Mrs. Qin in?" Qin Feng asked blankly.

"That's not clear."

Qin Feng has been staring blankly at the few houses not far away, and he doesn't know when Zhiyan left. He walked slowly to one of the houses, wondering if the house in front of him is the place where his mother used to be. The room where the relative passed away, but he still pushed the door open.

The room that has not been taken care of for 20 years, when the door is opened, there is a burst of decay that is unbearable, and the dust is all over the sky, as if the dusty past has been re-opened.

After the dust fell, Qin Feng walked into the room. The dust in the room was as thick as a finger, and spider webs were everywhere. It can be seen that no one has entered in the past 20 years, and even the furnishings are still the same as before.

When the old events that had been buried in the dust for twenty years reappeared, it brought endless pain.

Qin Feng stepped into the room, his eyes swept over every corner of the room, it looked like an ordinary wing room, he picked up a roll of dusty scrolls and opened it.

It was a portrait of a gentle and beautiful woman, and at the bottom right of the portrait was written "My Beloved Wife, Lonely Moon of the Long Family", but what surprised him most was not the beauty of the strange woman in the painting, but the silver hairpin in the woman's hair, which actually It is almost exactly the same as the silver hairpin left by my mother.

Qin Feng quickly took out the silver hairpin from the sachet and put it on the painting for comparison. Compared with the silver hairpin in his hand, the silver hairpin in the painting was half more decorated.

Thinking that women's hair accessories are similar, Qin Feng rerolled the scroll without thinking much, turned around and was about to leave, when there was a crisp bell ringing like something under his feet.

"jingle"

Qin Feng suspiciously picked up the small silver bracelet at his feet. It was a small bracelet worn on the wrist of a newborn baby. It was full of dust. He looked at the small bracelet and wiped the inner circle of the small bracelet. Go, Qin Feng was startled by the vague appearance of two words.

I saw "Zixu" engraved on the small bracelet impressively.

Qin Feng stayed where he was. If it was a coincidence, it would be too coincidental. It seemed that a huge mystery was gradually approaching, overwhelming him.

at night.

【Jiangyuan·Liuyue Xiaozhu】

Jiang Jingshu talked with the man for a long time in the cedar pine forest in Shilanguan, and then he also listened to the true preaching. He returned to Jiangyuan at night. As soon as he entered Jiangyuan, he was told by the book boy that the old master had something to explain. He naturally knew what was going on. , so he hurried to Liuyue Xiaozhu to pay his respects.

Jiang Jingshu walked into this small elegant house, looked peacefully at the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged, and solemnly and gracefully bowed his hands: "Qingmo pays respects to foster father."

Jiang Litong is Jiang Jingshu's adoptive father. He is over [-] years old, but because he transcends the world and cultivates his body and mind, his body has always been strong. However, he is a scholar who has been in trouble for half his life in this troubled world. The respected old master, Lu Fenglin, the emperor of Beijing, also visited Jiangyuan many times in person to see the old master in order to seek the way of governing the country.

"Qingmo, did that person see it?" Jiang Litong asked hoarsely.

"I see, everything has been arranged, please don't worry, adoptive father." Jiang Jingshu said softly.

"Go and see her." Jiang Litong leaned on his walking stick and stood up tremblingly as he spoke.

Jiang Jingshu hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, nodded and said, "Yes."

Jiang Jingshu helped Jiang Litong to a corner of the elegant house, and saw Jiang Litong moved a flower shelf, there was an opening in the ground, and a long staircase led to the bottom, like a secret room.

The two walked down the stone steps, the lights were brightly lit all the way, and they reached the bottom after a while.It was an elegantly decorated stone room, and it could be seen that someone lived here all year round.

"lululu"

A woman full of anger and resentment was sitting in a wheelchair, and was pushed out from the side room by the maid. Half of the woman's face was wearing a white mask, and the other half of her face could be seen from the stunning beauty of her youth. Her indifference Straight to the heart, like the cold mountain ice and snow.

"What's the matter?" the woman asked gloomily.

"Everything is properly arranged, it's time to close the net." Jiang Jingshu nodded and replied.

"With Qingmo planning outside, there will be no mistakes." Jiang Litong stroked his white beard, and his old body couldn't hide the confidence of the wise man.

Jiang Jingshu didn't seem to be afraid of the woman in front of him at all, he showed a gentle smile: "Can your body hold up?"

Hearing Jiang Jingshu's words, the woman's face became even more unpredictable. She suddenly raised her head and laughed loudly, gnashing her teeth: "Hahahahahaha!! Don't worry, I will definitely watch the Qin and Yue families break up and die before my own eyes!!! Hahahahaha!!!"

Creepy sharp laughter filled the entire stone room, Jiang Jingshu looked at the crazy woman approaching in front of him, hesitant to speak, and finally he moved his lips and called out distressedly: "Mother..."

"Zicheng! You must avenge your father!!" The woman grabbed Jiang Jingshu's hand and yelled frantically, her eyes were scarlet, and she stared at Jiang Jingshu with a ferocious expression.

Jiang Jingshu smiled gracefully as if admiring the flowers and fish, but unconsciously grasped the woman's hand: "Don't worry, mother, I will make the Qin and Yue families pay back a hundred times, no matter what the price is."

In the cold wind, snowy night and dim moon, Liuyue Xiaozhu still hides unspeakable secrets quietly and peacefully, unable to see clearly the grievances and hatreds of the generations.

Coming out of Liuyue Xiaozhu, the sky was full of sporadic snow, Jiang Jingshu walked into the snow and didn't feel the biting cold, maybe his heart was already like snow.

"Qingmo, you..." Jiang Litong hesitated, but he said it anyway, "If you break it, you break it."

"You don't need to trouble your foster father to remind you day and night, Qingmo knows the meaning of your existence." Jiang Jingshu smiled lightly, like scattered grass withered, "After I have done what I should do, I will go where I should go."

"What do you mean? What is the place you should go?" Jiang Litong looked at Jiang Jingshu strangely.

"Perhaps the wandering rivers and lakes, perhaps the hidden mountains and forests, perhaps... the ancient Qingdeng Buddha."