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In Tang Xunzhang's life, he was called Qin Mingduan for eight years.

The name "Mingduan" is unusual, so if you take a stroll around the market, you might be able to spot a few with the same name.But since it is "clear", it has to be "handled", and it is indeed full of Wangzi's fistful heart.Tang Xunzhang was at the end of his life, and when he recalled the light, he thought of this name again, and he felt a little lucky—fortunately, he was not called Qin Mingduan in the end, and he did not live up to the expectations of his parents.

His biological father and the name he gave are equally common, and there is nothing outstanding about him.As the first son of the Qin family, if Qin Zheng's world is clear, he will be a mustard seed, so moderate that he has no edges and corners. It is expected that "nuo" is close to "cowardly".Qin Mingduan was like Qin Zheng, not like him. He had shown his talent in martial arts since he was a child, and he had a sweet mouth, which was very popular with Mr. Qin.Uncle's son Xiao Qin Mingduan four years, although Qin Zheng could not teach his nephew Mie Di Dao manual due to the ancestral system, he also liked to teach him a thing or two in martial arts, saying that he didn't want his younger brother to raise a good seedling.

Qin Nuo's martial arts skills are mediocre, although he is good at cooking, he often cooks for his wife and children, and he is in charge of Luanyang's family fan building, but this is not a serious strength after all.The elder brother had something to say, but he smiled faintly and said yes with lowered eyebrows.

Qin Mingduan used to run in and out with his uncle when he was young, but he was a little afraid of him when he grew up.Qin Zheng has always been serious, and became more strict and serious after becoming the head, but he always felt that there was something about his uncle that made him uncomfortable, and Ri Chi alienated him.Qin Zheng was so busy all day long that he didn't realize it, but Qin Nuo saw the reality.Qin Mingduan felt that his father was relieved for a while, and his whole person became much brighter, but since a woman came to Qinmen, his brightness became thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared.

Ming Duan first met her on a rainy day.She walked shoulder to shoulder with her uncle, but the slanting rain wet most of Qin Zheng's shoulders.The stunning shadow under the umbrella, and the charming view of smoke, is the beauty tainted by the poisonous juice, so beautiful that it makes people tremble.Later, I saw her a few times from a distance: the first few times she was always followed by a young man, but each time it was not the same person, and the last few times she was alone, like a ghost floating in Qinmen.

Ming Duan mentioned it in front of his father, but Qin Nuo kept it secret, saying that she is a distinguished guest of the Qin Sect and doesn't like children very much, so you should stay away from her.

When I was young, even if I saw important things, I couldn't care about them.When he was six years old, he became a glutton, and always carried snacks in his belt; and because he secretly read the storybook, hoping to encounter a legendary encounter, he wandered around the mountain behind Qinmen.It's not like meeting an adventure, but meeting a disheartened hungry ghost.

After his younger brother was born, Qin Mingduan's treatment was different from the past.He is precocious, and he has seen the signs from the attitude of the servants, so he doesn't like to talk to these fake people, but the "hungry ghosts" in Houshan are different. The "hungry ghost" looked at Qin Mingduan for the first time, his eyes were bright.He intuitively felt that this was definitely not kindness, but it was genuine and sincere, which made him want to be close.So he began to bring food to the silent hungry ghost and say various things. The "hungry ghost"'s ears were probably calloused by him, thinking of revenge, he suddenly opened his voice and laughed strangely.

His revenge plan really succeeded.This strange smile is sharpened like a blunt knife, although it is inconvenient to sharpen, it is still mixed with the sharpness of a weapon, it can almost scrape a few gaps in the delicate helix.

Qin Mingduan stumbled in fright, and just jumped into the arms of the "hungry ghost".This man was skinny, with little flesh, his face hurt so badly, his clothes hadn't been washed for a few days, and there was a fishy and cold smell, for some reason he couldn't remember it.

The "hungry ghost" suffered on his own, groaned in pain, and said in a broken voice: "Little guy, what are you doing here all the time? If you lie, I'll break your neck."

Qin Mingduan leaned to the side without pressing his hands and feet: "You don't come to play with me, so I have to come to you." He tilted his head and looked at him, "Why don't you come out?"

The hungry ghost said: "Someone is locking me up. Even if no one is watching, I can't even go there with my broken arms and legs."

Qin Mingduan carefully touched the skinny fingers of the "hungry ghost". It looked like a dead thing, completely separated from the body, and did not respond at all.He said angrily: "You are not a bad person, why should they lock you up?"

"Oh. How do you see that I'm not a bad guy?" He just said that he was going to break the little guy's neck, so forgetful?

"I said you're not you, you're not—why lock you up?"

"Hungry Ghost" gave him a blank look, and said nonsense: "I'm good-looking, they think I'm a monster, okay?"

"You... good-looking?" Qin Mingduan looked up, then quickly buried his head.This shaggy-headed beggar-like hungry ghost only has a pair of eyes that are somewhat human-like, and it has nothing to do with "good-looking", so it's not bad if it doesn't scare people.It's wrong to lie, and it hurts people to tell the truth. He can only be a boring jar.

The "hungry ghost" wanted to get what he wanted, but he was not happy: "What's not good about it?" He was aggrieved by the little guy's reaction, "I just...haven't eaten for a long time."

Qin Mingduan looked at him in surprise, suddenly enlightened, and said solemnly: "From now on, I will bring you food. My father's cooking is delicious... I will share half of my food with you!" There are some discrepancies in the story, but seeing a hungry ghost in the back mountain...is it considered an adventure?

"Little guy, there are some things you can't talk nonsense. In this world, there are many people with good memories. Some people hold gratitude, and more people hold grudges. If you make such a promise, you won't be afraid... That's all, let me tell you something." I understand." The "hungry ghost"'s eyes are alive, and when he puts on a smile, they are immediately colorful and picturesque, which is really pretty. "You say it casually, but the listeners believe it. What if one or two depend on you?"

Qin Mingduan said seriously: "It's not like saying that to everyone... Who is like you, who is almost lost weight."

"Fine. If it doesn't work, I'll wring... bite your neck off."

The next day Qin Mingduan came early in the morning with hot osmanthus cake, but the person who promised to wait for him was not there.He took it seriously, and ran to the back of the mountain every day, but until Qinmen was bleeding, he never saw that "hungry ghost" again—probably he was the only one who took it seriously.

Or influenced by Shi Qi's words, the story dispersed like catkins, and then floated back like catkins.This time it was Tang Xunzhang's 15th year when he was [-] years old. He was sitting alone drinking, his bare feet were white, and he was like a delicately carved plain light.His eyes were fixed, but he thought that the white was too empty, a thin chain should be added, or something else—something more excessive that he had never imagined...

Autumn in Bishan comes late, and it gets cold too early.Tang Xunzhang changed his obscene clothes and practiced the knife for an hour, and weeded the tombs in the mountains according to the teacher's training.He followed the road to the thatched hut behind the tomb, where Wu Zhongfeng was pasting paper on the lantern bones in front of the hut, and greeted him, "Sit."

Tang Xunzhang was calm and didn't bother him.He quickly finished one, appreciated the craftsmanship, and said: "I haven't seen you in a few years, I can hide things, good."

The tone he said "grow up" was very similar to Nie Fang, and Tang Xunzhang couldn't help being in a daze for a moment.He rarely got along with Wu Zhongfeng, so he couldn't help being a little embarrassed: "I've finished weeding, Master, you..."

"I just want to ask Lian Wan and Old Seventeen about the mess, what's there to talk about." Wu Zhongfeng took up the lantern and entered the room, then came out and changed into a painting scroll, looking uncomfortable, "Your aunt, open to take a look."

In the painting, there is a beauty in red, with poisonous bones and bright bones, like a rain of blood.

"she!?"

"Nanyun Qibing trainer sneaked out, single name is a word of Wan. A very poisonous girl, with a poisonous face and a poisonous heart. For her who will die and live, and the idiot who died because of her futile life, everyone is in the same grave. Added up, it can hollow out half a mountain." Wu Zhongfeng began to tie bamboo pieces again, this time more meticulously, "The second master is from southern Xinjiang, and in his generation, the Moluo religion has divided into Wu and Gu. , Wu is the master Gu and the assistant, he left the burden to Senior Brother Sang, and Lian Wan and I split up the two branches."

Tang Xunzhang lowered his head to the scroll, his mind was out of control.

"The little girl has a high spirit, and her Gu skills are also powerful. She wholeheartedly thought of replacing martial arts with Gu Dao. She once leaked the word to me, saying that she had cultivated a Gu that can turn other people's blood essence into her own internal energy, but she didn't. Two flaws. First, the host is not easy to find; second, once the Gu planter has tasted the sweetness, it will be difficult to withdraw. If he no longer sucks blood energy, this Gu poison is a life-threatening thing. It will be like cold Like poison, it consumes the flesh and blood of the host day after day until he dies."

"Later, Senior Brother Sang took his wife to retire and asked me to teach. Lian Wan couldn't get angry, so he stole the Mie Di Knife and ran away. Fortunately, Master had the foresight to put a fake knife in the treasure house. I disbanded the sect and went outside the customs A few years later, when I came back, I heard people say that she built the Chilian Palace, which stirred up the chaos in Daqi's rivers and lakes. The Chilian Palace was massacred, and many families and sects near Luanyang were wiped out. In his hands, I followed the map to find out—" Wu Zhongfeng glanced at his apprentice, and continued, "I found the head of the Qin Sect. Then the Qin Sect was wiped out, Lian Wan died, and the old seventeenth general Qin Sect's sword—— It’s Chilian Gongduan. Do you still dare to listen?”

Tang Xunzhang choked out a word with difficulty: "Dare."

"Okay, then let's talk about the old seventeen." Wu Zhongfeng's conversation became more and more lively, and the bamboo pieces stopped pricking up. "Before I accepted him as an apprentice, he had a master. His name was Lian Wan."

When Old Seventeen was still a baby, Lian Wan took him to the church to meet people.He is the No. 17 apprentice she accepted. I don't know what his last name is. He only said that he was born in the evil moon, and he looks too evil in the eyes of ordinary people.Nanyun City is close to the southern border, and those who eat food mostly believe in ghosts and ghosts. That year, there was another flood in the southern land. His parents saw him as a monster and couldn't bear to kill him, so they lost him.

Xiao Shiqi is very well-behaved, such a little thing carved in pink and jade, who would have thought that he would grow up to be a black and white old hooligan in the future.

Lian Wan said, regardless of talent, I would accept him just because of his face.Wu Zhongfeng thought to himself that the boy doesn't look at the face, and casually touches the bones, he is a treasure, and he is even more rare than Lian Wan.Before Lian Wan left the school, Seventeen asked Wu Zhongfeng to accept him as an apprentice, which happened to be Wu Zhongfeng's heart. At that time, he and Lian Wan had already had a quarrel, and they didn't want to make trouble, so they didn't let go.When Lian Wan left, his disciples left the school together, and he didn't meet Shi Qi again until Wu Zhongfeng went to Luanshan in person.The little doll draws fast, and looks like a teenager in a flash, but no matter how you look at it, he looks like he hasn't eaten enough.

Shiqi came to him with Lian Wan on her back, saying that she had brought all the seventeen senior brothers to Qinmen, some of them disappeared from some day, and then begged Wu Zhongfeng to accept him .

This time Wu Zhong was crazy to agree, but the rule of entry trial cannot be broken.Wu Zhongfeng thought for a moment, gave Shi Qi an epee, and said, "If you understand what tricks that kid Qin Zheng knows, I'll teach you how to use a sword."

Seventeen was banned in Luanshan for three years.Three years later, it was a wolf who came out of the mountain, the skin was still beautiful, and the fishy smell inside could not be concealed.

He calls himself Nie Fang and Nie Shiqi.

The evil of the evil.

Wu Zhongfeng seemed to see a unparalleled treasure, he carefully examined him for a while, then suddenly let out a long laugh, and threw him a knife.

"A gentleman holds a sword, while an evil ghost holds a sword. The sword is for defense, and there is room for it; the sword kills, and there is no way out--now you are fit to hold the sword, but you can only hold the sword." Wu Zhongfeng praised sincerely, But the bottom of my heart was not happy, "I will give you the truth of extinction, let me see how far you can use the ghost knife, 'Nie' Shiqi."

The sun is shining and the moon is rising, and the spring and autumn are laughing at the people in the cage, and the temples are blooming.He smiled at the young man alone, turned his wrist and folded half of the bamboo, pointed to the knife and said, "I have finished what I have to say, Master. Now... draw out the knife and do a trick to me, I will test your skills effort."

Tang Xunzhang swung a saber as he said, but the aura of the saber was aimed at the lantern by Wu Zhongkuang's hand.

Bamboo slices are transformed into thousands of pieces: when they rise, the grass and trees are windy and cranes;

Wu Zhong said madly: "This is your knife? It's not enough to tickle people."

Tang Xunzhang didn't answer, put the knife back into its sheath: "...what do you think of Seventeen?"

"Sword." Wu Zhongfeng spoke quickly, "Unfortunately, it's a useless one."

But that shouldn't be him!

You obviously—you can take him away!

Tang Xunzhang's throat constricted, as if a blood clot churned in it, stabbing the throat wall into a bloody mess.He wanted to ask something else, but there was only a faint cluck when the words reached his lips—it was a terribly sneer.

He knew that Wu Zhongfeng didn't lie to him, because Wu Zhongfeng didn't need to lie to him; he also knew that Shiqi would lie to him, because Shiqi could only lie to him.But he was still deceived into willingness, to the point of willingness... Now he is still thinking about whether he has eaten the roast chicken that he has been thinking about.

He thought of Shi Qi, who was as skinny as a stick and his limbs were broken in the back mountain; he thought of the blood dripping from his relatives when he ran home from the empty back mountain; Laughing—after thinking about all this, it seems that he has nothing to think about or think about in the past 21 years, but the wisteria flowers that are co-planted with the same seventeen in front of his house are rolling over tenderly, leaving him blank.

He still didn't say anything, he chopped off a bunch of black hair with a knife, and kowtowed goodbye.

Under the Sishan Mountain, there has long been a prince.

He arrived as if wearing the stars and wearing the moon. The bamboo hat and black clothes were washed by the drizzle of the night before, and the dust was not stained; the bamboo stick straw shoes were polluted by the wet soil this morning, showing his true nature.

Tang Xunzhang, who was going down the mountain, met the monks at the foot of the mountain.

He grasped the handle of the saber, and said firmly: "Laughing at the Buddha."

Smiling, Futu remained calm, and said, "Young Master Qin." He raised his bamboo hat, water droplets scattered, "The poor monk is indeed here to look for you."

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