[Shen Wang] Banana deer

Your life is up to me, mine is up to you, life and death depend on each other, and the desert treats you.

Shen Lang looked at it for a while, finally folded the paper, stuffed it into his bosom, and twitched the horse's buttocks. The bay red horse neighed and rushed forward.

After walking for more than ten days, he has not yet left the customs. The road to the outside of the customs from the famous city in the northwest is full of barren mountains and valleys.

The beginning of spring has passed, and the rain is coming.

In this early spring season, looking around, the eyes are still gray and yellow, as if the spring has been isolated forever.

After passing the mountain city of Yuzhong, you can see two tall and outstanding mountains, facing each other far away, standing majestically.

Arriving here, the sky and the earth suddenly changed, the gray and yellow were all swept away, and the mountains were full of fresh green. It seemed that all the spring colors that should have been left outside Yuzhong gathered here.

Shen Lang remembered that these two mountains were named "Biyun" and "Xinglong". There was a small river flowing between the two mountains, the suspension bridge crossed the river, and the vegetation in the valley was lush and lush.

The happy forest of the past is hidden in the foothills of the mountain.

The green poplars lined the road and the exquisite garden with colorful fallen flowers has been mostly reduced to ashes in the fire where the Happy King chased and killed Shen Lang, and the remaining buildings and pavilions were also collapsed and damaged due to neglect. Those small bridges, flowing water, red The green waves on the fence and the shadows of the towers have all turned into broken walls.

Now, revisiting the old place, in the Temple of Flower God and in the ghost cave, the past is vivid, but there is only melancholy in my heart.

At that time, he and Wang Lianhua escaped from the pursuit of Happy King. Although there were fights from time to time, it was also exciting.

At this moment, I am alone, feeling as lonely as snow.

Shen Lang didn't know why Wang Lianhua wanted to leave alone.It's just that, if he did this, Shen Lang would only feel more distressed and regretful.

In fact, Shen Lang has taken all the faults on himself, whether it is for Zhu Qiqi, Wang Lianhua, or even Bai Feifei, he is full of guilt.

Although Wang Lianhua has already agreed with herself to see her in the desert.

But the desert is vast, when will we meet again?

He thought of everything they had been together, the sly smile, the hurt eyes, and the waiting in Duanjiazhuang, and his heart couldn't stop throbbing.

He just wanted to find him and make up for the past sorrow with future happiness.

However, their meeting is not in the foreseeable future. He knows that no matter what, Wang Lianhua will definitely go to Stormwind Castle on the day of Ching Ming.

Of course, the reunion may come sooner.

Light horseshoes stepped into the valley.

The sun will set.

The afterglow shines on the newly green mountains and forests, and a beautiful young girl walks on the mountain road.She was wearing a light yellow shirt, holding a bamboo basket on her arm, covered with pure white silk cloth, like an ordinary peasant woman who was about to deliver food to her husband in the fields.

She walked lightly in front of Shen Lang, and asked with a smile: "I don't know where the guest came from? Where do you want to go?"

Shen Lang turned over and dismounted, and said: "I'm from the middle."

The woman smiled brighter and said: "Could it be that the guests are also going to the Yeyu Inn?"

Shen Lang was puzzled in his heart, but only smiled lightly on his face, "If there is an inn, it would be better."

The woman covered her mouth with a smile, and said: "Then the guest will come with me."

Shen Lang led the horse, and followed the woman in the yellow shirt slowly along the mountain path. After a while, he saw a white wine flag fluttering among the green trees in the distance. On the wine flag was written "Ye Yu" in large characters.

"Seeing the sad look of the moon in the palace, Ye Yu heard the sound of the bell breaking the heart, and the name of the Ye Yu Inn is so poignant, is it a place that makes people heartbroken?"

The woman heard Shen Lang's words, she chuckled again and said: "The guest is very talented, but whether this inn will make people heartbroken or not depends on whether the person is a sad person or not?"

Shen Lang smiled and said, "Miss, do you think I'm a sad person?"

The woman turned her head and stared at him for a moment, then said with a smile: "Although the guest is smiling, there is sadness in his brows, or there may be sadness in his heart."

Shen Lang smiled lightly and stopped talking, and the woman didn't ask any more questions.

The two detoured along the mountain road for a while, and came to the Yeyu Inn, only to find that the small courtyard was behind the happy forest, separated by a section of cliff, just in time to see the Flower God Temple.

In the past, there was a wall separating Happy Forest from the outside world. Now, the wall has collapsed, and the dilapidated and desolate Huashen Temple stands in front of you, as if telling the thrilling and soul-stirring stories of the past in silence.

There are sorrows and there are joys.

But whether it is a sad story or a joyful story, it has been deeply engraved in Shen Lang's heart.That is an indelible past.

Shen Lang stared blankly at the Huashen Temple, and the woman Huangshan suddenly said: "The guests seem to be a little touched? How about, the little girl takes the guests in to have a look?"

Her smile is very clean and cute, and every time she smiles, she seems to be happy from the bottom of her heart, and she also likes to laugh.

Shen Lang asked: "Could it be that the girl is the owner of the inn here?"

Huang Shan woman shook her head and said with a smile: "I am also a guest like you, but I come here often, so I can probably be regarded as half a host."

While she was talking, she actually walked towards the Flower God Temple.

Shen Lang had no choice but to raise his feet to follow.

The Huashen Temple is not much different from two years ago, but it is more dilapidated and more decadent.

The moon had just risen from the east, and the light shone in obliquely, making the dim and obscure Huashen Temple look a little gloomy.The exquisite statue in the dilapidated shrine is still intact. The flower god dressed as a village girl holds a flower on her heart with her left hand, and gently strokes the petals with her right hand. Her gentle eyes are fixed on the distance, and her brows are slightly frowning. But with endless sadness and nostalgia.

When Shen Lang saw this "Flower God" again, he realized that this trip was not in vain.

He knew that this "Flower God" was modeled after Bai Feifei's mother, and the face in front of him was the woman standing under the eaves in the picture of three beauties.

Shen Lang remembered the three women on the picture of three beauties, one standing in the road was Mrs. Wang, one standing under the eaves was Bai Feifei's mother, and the other was standing behind the rock, the woman behind the rock was who?

Both Mrs. Wang and Bai Feifei's mother had emotional entanglements with Happy King, so the third woman must be inextricably linked with Chai Yuguan.

Who is this woman and what does it have to do with Duan Feng?

Shen Lang thought of Duan Yu's letter, about Duan Feng's past, there is this paragraph:

"The Duan family is a family of alchemists. In the past, the younger brother Duan Feng was amazingly talented. Not only was he extremely talented in alchemy, but he also concocted countless panacea. He was the best in the world. He also had internal strength and external strength. Playing and singing, medicine, divination and astrology are all proficient in everything. When it comes to hair buns, both of us brothers fell in love with our cousin Lianhua at the same time, but Lianhua fell in love with me who was mediocre.

Fifteen years ago, Duan Feng was only 15 years old, young and frivolous, with a flamboyant temperament.Hurt by love, he left home and joined the Seven Hearts School.

When he returned to Duan's house again, it was a year ago, and his temperament was very different from before, becoming gloomy and eccentric.Seeing that Lianhua had married me as his wife, he harbored resentment and poisoned Lianhua with the incomparably vicious banana deer poison.

In fact, the birth of banana deer dates back to when we were young.

At that time, the two of us were studying medicine together. Duan Feng once said: "It is boring to kill people with poison, it is better to control people's hearts with poison." After that, he was obsessed with studying banana deer, but when he left home, he had not yet achieved great success. After 15 years Finally, let him succeed.

He said: "I named this poison the banana deer. When the deer is real, it is falsely called a dream; if the deer is real in the dream, it is falsely called reality. It is a dream or not a dream, which is the difference? If a person really kills himself My dear love, I am afraid that this life will be a nightmare."

In the past year, Lianhua and I have lived a life that would have been worse than death. In fact, the poison of the banana deer is aimed at controlling people's hearts. In the first six months, it is true that the poison can be detoxified by killing the target person, but after half a year, if the task is not completed, People can't survive.Seeing this, you must be wondering why Lianhua and Qiu Susu are not dead?Just because I worked for Duan Feng to obtain the elixir that delays toxicity, Duan Feng used this to threaten me to collect money for him. He seems to be doing something that consumes a lot of money. I don’t know what it is .

From the fragments of notes left by Duan Feng when he was young, I found the prescription for preparing the antidote, one of which was a corner of the human heart.In the past year, I went to Yizhuang to cut people's hearts and tried countless times, but in the end I failed. I really don't know what went wrong. "

Before leaving Duanjiazhuang, Duan Yu had taken him to He Anzhong, Shen Lang only then knew that the secret of that well was that there was a mechanism on the inner wall of the well. The entrance to the secret room on the well wall is where Duan Yu refines medicine.

Shen Lang did some calculations, and he and Xu Changshui went to find Wang Lianhua, and when he was poisoned, it was late autumn frost, September [-]th, and half a year later it was March [-]th, exactly ten days after Qingming.

What if the antidote can't be obtained during this trip to Stormwind Castle?

Shen Lang no longer dared to think about it.

"Guest, do you want to take a look at the cave behind the Huashen Temple?" The soft voice of the woman in the yellow shirt brought Shen Lang's wandering thoughts back to reality.

Shen Lang was a little strange, the cave behind the Huashen Temple could be considered a very secret place, and this woman actually knew who she was.

Shen Lang said with a smile: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with it."

The woman in the yellow shirt said: "Guests, please wait a moment."

After a while, she fetched two torches from the inn and asked, "Do you have any torches?"

Shen Lang handed her the torch, she lit the torch, handed Shen Lang a bundle, and led him towards the cave.

Walking to the entrance of the cave, Shen Lang actually felt uneasy. This place really touched Shen Lang's mind too much.

The cave was still pitch black, only the torches illuminated the range a few steps ahead.The air is dull, and there is silence everywhere, only the sound of two people's footsteps, as if stepping on their hearts.

The woman in the yellow shirt stopped suddenly and asked, "Does the guest know where this is?"

Shen Lang also stopped three steps behind her, "Didn't Miss say this is a cave?"

The woman in the yellow shirt had been laughing before, but at this moment she suddenly sighed, and said quietly: "This is the hiding place of the ghost girl Bai Feifei in the past."

Shen Lang's heart skipped a beat, he knew that this woman was by no means an ordinary person.The emotions implied in her words just now seemed to be sad and regretful. This was not the emotion that a person who simply observes the past and cherishes the present should have.

"Oh" Shen Lang said: "But I don't know if this ghost girl is still there?"

The woman in the yellow shirt sighed: "If no one cares about it, what difference does it make between being present and not being present?"

Looking at the woman's back, Shen Lang felt as if he saw the soft Bai Feifei from before, and sighed: "Everyone has something to worry about, as long as you can see yourself clearly."

The woman in the yellow shirt suddenly laughed again, and laughed aloud, "I'm really worried, so Shen Daxia must have been worried by now, is it Miss Zhu Qiqi?"

Shen Lang said lightly: "The girl actually knows me?"

The woman in the yellow shirt still turned her back to Shen Lang, her voice was a bit ethereal, "Hero Shen is so handsome, I can still recognize him even though my eyesight is a bit clumsy."

Shen Lang said: "I don't know who the girl is."

The woman in the yellow shirt said: "Who I am seems to make no difference to Shen Daxia."

Shen Lang said: "Miss, do you know Bai Feifei?" Shen Lang's voice was a little unsteady, what he wanted to ask was whether she was still alive but how could he ask.He was already filled with anxiety and fear.What is the fear, what is the anxiety?He didn't seem to be able to explain clearly.

The woman in the yellow shirt sighed: "I just want to ask you, do you still want to see her?"

This question was suddenly placed in front of him.

This problem that had plagued him all his life seemed to be like a thin wire made of gold steel, tightly woven into a giant net, trapping him in it.

No way forward.

No matter how you choose, it is wrong.

Repeatedly.

To see or not to see Shen Lang only felt that his heart was already entangled.This difficult choice, unspeakable pain.

Should he see her or not? Who can tell him?

He began to think about Wang Lianhua again, if he was there, he might be able to give himself an answer, sometimes he does have some unpredictable whimsy.

The woman in the yellow shirt couldn't help but asked again, "You can't answer this question"

Shen Lang sighed: "I..."

The woman in the yellow shirt seemed to smile wryly, "You really can't answer."

"Sure enough," Shen Lang said, "Bai Feifei said it."

The woman in the yellow shirt said: "She said, you must not be able to answer, because although you always look indifferent, in fact, you must hate her in your heart. She wants you to hate her, and she would rather you hate her than Don't you forget her."

Shen Lang suddenly said in a low voice: "Do I really hate her? No, I may have hated her once, but I don't hate her now. I am willing to see her, to see her frankly."

The woman in the yellow shirt seemed a little surprised, and said, "You really want to see her"

"Yes." The word was very firm, and Shen Lang whispered again: "In the past two years, I have gone out of customs and into the desert three times just to meet her, but I didn't expect her to be at the foot of Xinglong Mountain. I should have thought that this is her hometown, maybe I still believe Qiu Susu's words too much."

The woman in the yellow shirt said: "You really went into the desert three times to find her"

Shen Lang said: "Why should I lie to you? In fact, I have already guessed who you are. You are Bai Feifei's disciple, and even her successor. After all, she is also the leader of a faction."

The woman in the yellow shirt smiled and said, "So what?"

"So, you came to me to vent your anger on her"

"I just want to see what kind of person Sister Bai is who loves her wholeheartedly and is willing to give birth to a child for him." There was hatred in her voice.

The unspeakable bitterness filled Shen Lang's heart again, "My child...where is that child now?"

The woman in the yellow shirt said: "You will never see him."

Shen Lang was silent for a while, and said: "Then you are going to take me to see Bai Feifei now?"

The woman in the yellow shirt said: "Come with me." She had already walked forward along the cave.

Holding the torch, Shen Lang followed behind her, turned around, walked through several side roads, and headed for the depths of the cave.He had walked through this cave more than once, but every time he came, it was still like walking into it for the first time.

Perhaps, this dark feeling always makes people full of oppression and anxiety.

After walking for a while, Shen Lang asked: "Could it be that she is at the end of this cave?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two torches suddenly went out at the same time, and the surrounding immediately fell into complete darkness.

The cave suddenly became quiet, only the sound of falling water came from nowhere, ticking and echoing.

Shen Lang knew something was wrong, so he leaned lightly against the rock wall of the cave.

Now he can't see the woman in the yellow shirt, and the woman in the yellow shirt can't see him.

Confident in his martial arts skills, he restrained his breath at this moment, carefully perceiving the tiny movements around him.

I can't feel anything.

What about the woman?Could it be that she has already left? Shen Lang is confident that she will never be unaware of it, no matter how brilliant his lightness kung fu is.

Maybe, like herself, she held her breath and hid?

In this dark oppression, Shen Lang suddenly felt a sharp energy rushing towards the door.

He couldn't see or hear anything, but he could already feel the murderous aura that pierced his skin.

He leaned against the stone wall and quickly avoided, only to hear continuous ding ding sounds from the stone wall.

What a powerful hidden weapon, so strange, so silent.

Could it be that he was born for such a dark and dead environment?

Shen Lang dodged the hidden weapon, but also noticed that the sharp palm wind had already rushed to his face.

Was it the woman in the yellow shirt who made the move?Her martial art is actually the same as this hidden weapon, it is still silent, so how can she identify Shen Lang?

Of course, it's still the eyes, Shen Lang's eyes that are always bright and shining like stars.

But Shen Lang couldn't see her eyes.

All Shen Lang could feel was swift movements, fluctuating air currents and the fierce killing intent, as well as a little wind from the sleeves of his clothes.

Had she covered her eyes?This is of course the best way.

Shen Lang blocked it with his palm, and said, "Miss, is she going to put Shen to death?" There was even a calm smile in his voice.

Although the woman in the yellow shirt didn't make a sound, her moves became more and more intensive, like a waterfall on a cliff, continuously attacking Shen Lang.

The two disassembled a few tricks, and the woman fired a hidden weapon to force Shen Lang away, and then there was a bang, as if a certain mechanism had been opened, and after the clothes trembled, there was no more sound.

The woman had slipped into a hidden passageway somewhere.

Shen Lang fell into complete darkness and silence.There were no torches or torches. Shen Lang searched for a long time, but couldn't find the secret passage just opened.I had no choice but to go back along the way I came from, turned a few turns, and walked through a few forks. I only felt that my memory became more and more blurred, and I seemed to have lost my direction. I thought to myself, so this woman wanted to trap herself here. He has won the true biography of Bai Feifei.

Even when he saw her, he had expected a thing or two, would he really not come in with her?

Perhaps, Shen Lang is such a person, he never thinks about whether it is worth doing or not, he only wants to do it or not.

Bai Feifei is a thorn in his heart, after all, this thorn must have its destiny.

At this moment, there was a dark grotto with no direction in front of him, his breathing was still calm, and his heart was still calm.

He just misses Wang Lianhua a little bit, and he finds that he really likes him very much.

Because they are so alike.

Sometimes he hides his thoughts deeply, but there is always that indelible arrogance and conceit in his heart.Even when he was on the verge of life and death, even if he had to compromise, he still couldn't let go of the son's arrogance and calmness.

He is cold and ruthless, but he is hot when he gives his heart.He is despicable and shameless, but also can be transparent and frank, he is scheming, but he is a bit naive.Selfish to the extreme, but also can be very large.

Such a person, who can fully understand him?Just like, who can fully understand Shen Lang?

Shen Lang groped forward along the stone wall, no matter how long he walked, he would never stop.Because the hope in his heart will not be extinguished, the hope is still there, and it is not the moment to give up.

The touch of the stone wall is cold and damp, and the natural undulating roughness seems to have its own life.

At a fork, Shen Lang suddenly stopped.

He wasn't hesitating which way to go, but his fingertips touched a strange line, regular and straight, one horizontal, one vertical, one horizontal and two horizontal.

His heart throbbed violently, and he knew that it was a character deliberately carved by someone. It was the character Wang, and there was an arrow pointing forward underneath it.

This font is so familiar, they have written it in each other's palms over and over again in the snow mountain and here.Now, it appeared on this stone wall.

So, he's already here?He even expected that the woman would definitely bring him here.

Shen Lang's mood was so excited that he wished he could grow wings, and immediately flew to Wang Lianhua's side. He ran quickly along the stone wall in the direction of the arrow, and when he reached the next fork, he found the same word "Wang" again. and arrows.

Following the marks left by Wang Lianhua, Shen Lang quickly walked out of the cave.

Of course the woman in the yellow shirt has long since disappeared, but Shen Lang has no mood to take care of the woman in the yellow shirt anymore, he just wants to find Wang Lianhua.

He rushed to the door of the Night Rain Inn and looked around. It was already dusk, the white wine flag was whistling in the slightly cold east wind, and a bright fire was shining through the gap in the inn's half-covered door.

He was about to look up the mountain along the hillside, when he saw two young men walking up the mountain path.