Secret arrows are hard to defend

Feng Muxue came a step late.She was alone, riding a bay red horse, from the Western Regions to the south of the Yangtze River, but when she heard the news from the maid, it was too late.

The difference is a thousand miles away.

When we got back to the water's edge, the sky was getting brighter, and the white line at the end gradually became brighter. There was also a misty drizzle, and the clothes were covered with wet patches.

"Dream baby!"

With just one glance, she recognized who it was.Feng Muxue tore off her cloak and got off her horse. The scene in front of her made her liver and gallbladder tear apart.

The dark red blood flowed downstream along the river, and Qiao Mengying was half lying in the water, her long hair floating in the water, and the hem of the water-blue clothes was dyed a large amount of crimson.Her face was pale, her lips were pale, and those scissored pupils were feebly closed.

"...Mengying?" Feng Muxue's voice suddenly became very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, she carefully bent down to pick up Qiao Mengying.The cold river water flowed into her shoes and socks, and her hair wrapped around her wrist with the water flow. Qiao Mengying's body was very cold, and the coldness was revealed from the bones under the skin.

The fallen flowers and flowing water disappeared, and large pieces of articles turned to ashes.

Feng Muxue stared blankly at her gentle face, thinking that this friend she had played with since childhood would never smile at her or talk to her again.She brushed aside the hair sticking to her cheeks, revealing two parallel red marks on her pale neck, a piercing pain suddenly concentrated on her.

It's gold thread.

Qiao Mengying died surrounded by gold threads.Her best friend was killed by a unique hidden weapon in Desertwind Castle.

The sound of messy horseshoes suddenly sounded in her ears, and Feng Muxue raised her head in the hazy fog. The water droplets formed by the mist hang precariously on the eyelashes.

It was the six sons of the Qiao family.The Qiao family in Luling has six sons, only one daughter, Qiao Mengying, who is as beautiful as pearls and jades, and is much loved, but because of the plum soul dew, her father was angry and kicked out of the house.

With red eyes, Feng Muxue picked up Qiao Mengying and walked across the wet and cold river.Qiao Sanlang, who was most familiar with her, spoke first: "Where are you taking my sister?"

"Meng Ying is my friend, I will not let her lie here alone."

"Meng Ying is the daughter of my Qiao family. Even if she wants to be buried, she should be buried in my Qiao family's ancestral tomb."

Feng Muxue looked at him coldly: "She used to be, but now she is expelled from the house, so she is my friend, my sister, what right do you have to take her away?"

Qiao Jialiulang was the most impulsive: "If it wasn't for you, how could my little sister get into a catastrophe and be kicked out of the house? If it wasn't for you, how could she be the result today!"

"Liu Lang!" Qiao Jia Dalang stopped him, but if he really disagreed, how could he stop until he had finished speaking: "Miss Feng Er, even if Mengying is kicked out of the house, she is still our sister , is also the daughter of my parents. Even for the sake of the elders, please let me bring Mengying back."

"No, I won't hand her over to anyone again. She is your sister, but you just let her have an accident in Luling." The rain fell more and more, and the sky that had just been a little clear turned dark again , Feng Muxue carried Qiao Mengying on her back: "That's right, if it wasn't for me, Mengying would not have stolen Plum Soul Dew. I owe her this, and she owes you Luling Qiao."

The gold thread in the palm flew out suddenly, and it turned towards his own wrist.Blood splashed out suddenly, Feng Muxue cut off her right hand, and she calmly threw the severed hand to the other side: "Now, she has nothing to do with Qiao Shi. You are going to take Mengying away today, kill me first and then talk about it."

Feng Muxue retreated step by step to the other side of the backwater with Qiao Mengying on her back. The six sons of the Qiao family didn't seem to have thought that she would do this, and they didn't do anything for a while.

The eldest brother of the Qiao family had no choice but to say: "Madam Feng Er, please tell us who did this murder?" Between the words, she tacitly agreed to let her take Qiao Mengying away.

Feng Muxue paused, she placed Qiao Mengying on the horse properly, and got on the horse herself, saying loudly: "After I bury Mengying, I will definitely give an explanation, don't worry about Qiao!" Clamping the horse's belly, the figure disappeared into the dark sky.

The rain is gradually lightening, and the sky is a gloomy red, which looks a bit ominous.

Wuwu Mountain, located in the depths of Yinling Mountain, is no better than an ancient building, not to mention that he has no interest in these grievances and grievances, and such information has never been in his hands.Therefore, it was after the twelfth lunar month that he knew the news of Feng Muxue's death. When the senior brother was talking about the master's business, when he talked about the complete fallout between Mofengbao and Luling Qiao's, he couldn't help but ask one more question before he found out. Something went wrong.

Qiao Mengying died surrounded by gold threads. After Feng Muxue buried Qiao Mengying, she sent a letter to Mofengbao and the Qiao family, saying that she had avenged Mengying. Sealed in a coffin and buried alive.

Qiao suspected that Feng Muxue had faked her death, and asked to open the museum. Feng Zechuan was furious, and wounded the three Qiao brothers. He went to the ends of the earth, and finally had to let it go.

Song Wuan was shocked by this news for a long time.He had never met Qiao Mengying, and had only met Feng Muxue on both sides, but he was also deeply impressed by his character. He never thought that such a character would end up like this in the end. The favor he owed at the beginning would never have a chance to repay up.

The Luling Qiao family and Mofengbao each lost a daughter, and the relationship between the two parties has completely fallen to the bottom.With regard to the forces on the commercial road from the Western Regions to the south of the Yangtze River, the cards were completely reshuffled.Song Wuan didn't know what role Lu Xuandu played in this matter, but it must be disgraceful, otherwise he wouldn't deliberately dismiss him.After he returned to Wuwu Mountain, he passed letters to him three times, saying that the ancient building was not stable, and told him to stay in Wuwu Mountain first.

Wei Qingyu looked at him in a daze, and asked tentatively, "What? Wuan recognizes her?"

"I've met both sides." Song Wuan calmed down and replied, "I still owe her a favor."

Wei Qingyu patted him on the shoulder: "My condolences, if you have a chance, go and pay your respects. The second lady Feng and the seventh lady Qiao are both buried in Yuli Mountain."

Song Wuanman responded, lowered his head absent-mindedly and continued to help Wei Qingyu sort out the accounts. He made four miscalculations in a row and had to stop to regroup his thoughts.Seeing his appearance, Wei Qingyu knew that he might not be able to concentrate on the accounts, so she simply waved him away and told him to go back and rest.

Song Wuan staggered back to Shan Jingyun Chu on the Ziyun Mountain side. He tossed and turned on the bed for a while, his mind was in turmoil, and he looked sideways at the couplet hanging on the wall, "I'm restless, what kind of lamp should I light?" If you are not satisfied, what scriptures are you reciting!", feeling even more at a loss.

He and Feng Muxue couldn't talk about any deep friendship, although there was sadness, it was more helpless and regretful.He didn't know exactly what Lu Xuandu did, but he should have found out, should have known, if he had been more careful and could connect those clues, maybe things wouldn't be as bad as they are now.

The window lattice rang "dangdang", Song Wuan was very familiar with this sound, and when he opened the window, he saw an unknown gray-brown bird "cuckoo" twice, this was given to him by Lu Xuandu. The bird of credit, deep in the mountains and wild forests, I don't know how it found it.

Song Wu'an took down the letterbox, fed it some water, and hesitated for a while before opening it.Unrolling the note, there were only four words written on it: Arrived at Yinling.He had to get up immediately and prepare to go down the mountain.

The road in Yinling is complicated, and if you don't pay attention, you will get lost.Wuwu Mountain is facing a cliff at the back, and the front mountain is steep. There is only one way to go up the mountain, which is protected by a formation of organs, and those who trespass the mountain without paying attention will die.If Lu Xuan couldn't wait to go up the mountain rashly, it would be bad.

When Song Wuan arrived at the foot of Wuwu Mountain, it was already late, and in the dim twilight, he saw that figure who was particularly out of gregarious in the village from afar.

Lu Xuandu smiled and blinked at him: "Wu An..."

Song Wu'an didn't know how to deal with it for a while, he hesitated for a while and said, "Why are you here?"

"I guess you have passed these days, and the news should have reached you. I don't want you to misunderstand, and I don't want you to go to Men Xingshi to ask questions, so I came here." Lu Xuan stretched out his hand to him, staring at him intently He: "It's getting dark, let's find a place to rest first, and I'll talk to you slowly, okay?"

Song Wuan shook his hand and nodded.

Some people harbor secrets alone and are too anxious to tell them; some people leave too quickly and can only talk to each other in just one night; some people never have a chance to tell their hearts.Fortunately, the two of them still have time, have the opportunity, and are willing to do so.

On the moon, the middle sky gradually moves westward, and the snow falls and the wind clears the mountains.

There is still a long night to explain everything clearly.