Feng Beiming

Chapter 13: The Legend of Jianghu

After staying in the Xiang Mansion for a long time, He Fanyin met many people, all of whom were relatives, and used to think that he was alone, but now in the Xiang Mansion, after seeing everyone, he realized that he had many brothers Sisters, during these days in Xiangfu, I was happier than when I was on Tiandao Mountain. Almost all day, I was not pulled out by a few cousins ​​and sisters to play, and I followed my young cousins ​​at home with my parents , the days are very sweet and fulfilling, and although he is happy in his heart, He Fanyin has not forgotten what Wu Daozi told him back then.

Zhantian Sword.

It was the first time for He Fanyin to go down the mountain, and he didn't know where to start to find out the news. Xiang Chang also saw that he seemed to have something on his mind, so he asked him the reason. After hearing the whole story, Xiang Chang also frowned slightly, and did not hesitate Say more, but don't want to. A few days later, Xiang Chang also brought He Fanyin the news he wanted.

There seems to be a storm coming from Hangshan area, but it is not known whether it is this Heaven Zhanjian.

He Fanyin pondered for a moment, and suddenly felt that maybe the time for him to leave home had come again.

That night, after dinner, He Fanyin deliberately came to his father's courtyard.

Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, He Lingxiao frowned slightly, avoided his wife, closed the door, and led him directly to the backyard.As soon as the two of them stopped, He Fanyin knelt down and bowed his head, as if he had done something wrong and was pleading guilty to his father.

He Lingxiao sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to help He Fanyin up from the ground: "It's decided, are you leaving?"

He Fanyin was slightly stunned, but after thinking about it, Xiang Chang also said something small, so he came over knowingly, nodded, with a look of shame on his face: "The child is not filial, he just returned home not long ago, and now he is leaving again, it's just the master's fault." Please, my son dare not forget, after finishing this matter and reporting to Master, I will definitely go home and be filial in front of my father!"

He Lingxiao chuckled: "You have a strict temper, and I don't know who you followed. If you hadn't been told to go with Wu Daozi, maybe..." This son will be more like a fox than those four foxes.

What kind of environment creates what kind of human nature.

The four foxes all grew up in this world of flamboyance, so they are naturally playful and mischievous. He Fanyin grew up in the mountains and forests and had no one to accompany him, so he naturally developed his aloof and rigid temperament.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse, everything depends on personal creation.

With a light sigh, He Lingxiao asked again: "When are you going to leave?"

"Two days later, leave early in the morning"

The two pondered for a while, and He Lingxiao confessed: "You are alone, be careful in everything, remember that people's hearts are unpredictable, and don't trust others in everything. If you are killed, you can go south to Jiangzhou to find someone with the surname Mu, your cousin Mu Zhen, Along with his father and master, his father has studied medicine for generations, and his superb medical skills are not comparable to that of a doctor in the world. Moreover, Mu Zhen has traveled with his master and father since he was a child, and has more experience than you. If he is by your side, your father and I will also be able to rest assured"

He Fanyin nodded.The father and son talked again, and then they dispersed.

Because he was about to leave the house, for the remaining two days, He Fanyin stayed with his father and never left him. He Lingxiao had already reported to his parents about his son's departure. Although the two were reluctant, they knew that they couldn't stay. After all, when a child grows up, he should go his own way, and being a father can't restrain him too much.

He Fanyin and Yan Wuyin are really similar, especially when viewed from the side, you can't tell them apart without careful identification, but compared to his father's weak temperament, He Fanyin is obviously much more lonely and elegant.

The two days passed quickly, and Zhen Wuyin was very happy to be accompanied by her own son, but after nightfall, when He Lingxiao said that her son was about to leave, she was still shocked, with a look on her face. The smile disappeared, leaving only a touch of bitterness, which made He Lingxiao feel distressed after seeing it, and comforted him for a long time, but it seemed useless, and finally pressed the person under the quilt, ate a few times, and did not give him any more fantasies Got time.

On the second day, in front of the gate of Xiang Mansion, He Lingxiao and his father came out to see them off.

He Fanyin's eyes swept across the crowd, but when he didn't see his father, he couldn't help feeling sad and reluctant: "Daddy, he..."

"He was tired last night." Afraid of patting his son on the shoulder, He Lingxiao said, "It's fine if he doesn't come, so as not to be sad."

He Fanyin nodded, and grandpa Xiang Qingcheng also said, "You don't know when you will return this time, and I don't know what to give you. I can only give you Moxuan. I hope that one day, it can bring you back. "After saying that, someone led Mo Xuan out from behind the side door.

Mo Xuan is the best of sweaty horses. He is dressed in snow white, tall and slender, with elegant and beautiful curves. The horse's mane is quite long, and every strand of it can be seen clearly.

Traveling in the rivers and lakes requires means of transportation, and a BMW is the best choice.

Touching Moxuan's mane, He Fanyin turned around, bowed down to the crowd, and then got on the horse's back and rode away.

In front of the gate of Xiang Mansion, several people looked at his figure riding away on horseback, a smear of white, like a cloud, they couldn't see him in the blink of an eye, feeling reluctant and helpless.

He Fanyin rode on Mo Xuan until he rushed out of the city gate, and He Fanyin dared to pull the reins to make Mo Xuan stop, but before he recovered from his reluctance to leave, the black horse in front of him had two hands on his back. The man who hugged his chest with a smile on his face made him startled.

It's Xiang Changyi, the little fox from his second uncle's family.

"Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you." Xiang Chang also chuckled: "I know you're going to go to the rivers and lakes, and I want to go too. In the past, I didn't have the opportunity to go, and my father didn't allow it. Now that you want to go, I will naturally follow the path. You are on the same road"

He Fanyin frowned slightly: "I have business to do this trip, not just for fun"

Xiang Chang also nodded: "I know, you do yours, I play mine, and don't interfere with each other." Turning the horse's head, Xiang Chang also kicked the horse and left: "Okay, don't dawdle, keep dawdling, and it will be just late at night." I can sleep in the wilderness”

40 years ago, the world was very tense, and the rivers and lakes were very tense.

40 years later, the world is unified, and the rivers and lakes... have not yet unified.

The troubled times of the countries have been falling apart for nearly a thousand years, and the rivers and lakes have also been divided for more than a thousand years. The differences between countries have long been deeply rooted. It is not that all the previous things can be wiped out in just 40 years.

The unity of the world and the elimination of disputes are the blessings of the common people, and the rivers and lakes... this place where too many mountains and rivers gather, there is always their mutual hatred, no distinction between good and evil, only strong and weak.

Even though Old Master Feng of Fengtianbao had close friends with all the ten kingdoms, he was still unable to reconcile the grievances among them, and finally retreated from the world, and only spent his old age in Fulin Prefecture.

The Red Leaf Villa rose eight years ago and was built by Feng Chen alone. It has a reputation in the Jianghu, but its deterrent power is not very great. In today's Jianghu, if you really want to talk about people who can shock people in the Jianghu of the ten countries, there is only one person —— Zheng Hongling.

In the tea room beside the wild road, the storyteller sat behind the desk, holding Jintang wood in one hand and a folding paper fan in the other, telling the story before the Yan Dynasty unified the nine kingdoms.

Tea houses were full of listeners, including ordinary people, officials and military masters, and tourists from the rivers and lakes. They all paid attention and listened very carefully. The teapot refilled himself with tea.

Among those who listened to the book, it seemed that they couldn't wait any longer, and someone asked, "Zheng Hongling? Who is he? Is he really so powerful?"

After drinking tea, he put the quilt on one side, and the storyteller said with a smile: "There are many stories about this person in Jianghu, and many martial arts seniors respect him very much. If this person is still alive, the Jianghu today may have already Let's get back together"

Someone asked again: "He is so powerful, why not just unify the world?"

The gentleman chuckled, and opened his mouth quietly...

Zheng Hongling is very powerful, but he disappears without a trace, and the dragon never sees his head. The story about Zheng Hongling has actually been circulated as far back as 60 years ago.There was a period of 20 years in which there was no news of this person at all. When everyone was guessing whether this person was dead or not, they suddenly heard this name and it sounded elsewhere.

After 20 years, he went back to the rivers and lakes again, but only heard that this person's appearance has not changed, and his appearance is still the same. It is said that he is actually hiding from people, so the place where he stops every time will not be too long...

And rumors are rumors, no one knows.Actually...he didn't have enough time.

Xiang Chang also sat in the corner with He Fanyin, and he couldn't help asking loudly when he heard this: "Who are you hiding from? Since he is so powerful, why? Is there anyone who is afraid?"

The gentleman shook his head: "I don't know about this, but I heard that Zheng Hongling left with Xiyuan's national teacher Yu Linglong 20 years ago, and they haven't appeared since then." Saying that, I don't know what I remembered, sir Sighed: "Recently I heard that the Heaven Zhan Sword came out, but the person holding this sword is not Zheng Hongling himself. Thinking about Senior Zheng, he must have passed away by now. It's a good sword, what a pity. ..."

Hearing this, He Fanyin's eyes flashed: "Is Zhan Tianjian Zheng Hongling's sword?"

Mr. nodded: "Naturally, Zheng Hongling used this Heaven Zhanjian to save many martial arts seniors back then. Everyone in the martial arts knows who the Heaven Zhanjian belongs to."

He Fanyin frowned and lowered his eyes, thinking back to Wu Daozi's words back then, he couldn't help being full of doubts.

If Zheng Hongling was still alive, since the Heaven Chopping Sword belonged to him, it would be impossible for him to fall into the hands of outsiders. But if Zheng Hongling was really dead, how would he return the sword to Zhao after he found it?

After listening to the book, Xiang Zhang also took out the copper plate and put it on the table: "It's time to go, if you don't go, you won't find a place to stay."

The two got up and left, got on their horses, a pair of white robes fluttered, and disappeared on the wild road in the blink of an eye.

The night was as cold as water, the sky could not see the stars and the moon, the bonfire was dim under the tree roots, the two of them still couldn't catch up with the time for accommodation, so they had no choice but to stay in the forest for a while.

Leaning against the tree trunk, He Fanyin's eyes were lightly closed, but his brows were slightly furrowed, obviously not sound asleep.

Zheng Hong...Ling...?

This name is very familiar, familiar as if you have heard it before?

what time?

——Ling, he doesn't know anything!he does not know!You let him go! ——

In a daze, in my mind, following the young man's gentle but crying voice, that vague scene emerged.

The man lying on the ground was covered in blood, and his own sword was stuck in his body.

In the destroyed house, not a single intact object was left, and the broken porcelain was all over the floor, stained with bright red blood.

What is that... where?

Time has changed, and suddenly, it seems that many years have passed.

In the cave full of Xiyan flowers, there was a sound of water ticking, and the dagger I was holding in my hand was inserted into the blurred young man's body, straight into the heart.

——I have been entangled for so long, and now I finally get rid of it. Today, I will lay a curse with the life that flows out of me. If we meet in the next life, I will die at your hands forever!I will let you taste the heartache, and you will not be able to get rid of it every time! ! ! ——

——Why do you want to do this?Do you really hate me that much? ——

——Yes... I hate it!So, for the good of all of us, in the afterlife, I hope never to see you again! ——

"Yunqing!!!"

Woke up with an exclamation, opened his eyes, looked at the dark surroundings, only to realize that everything just now was a dream, he sighed for a long time, before returning to his senses, his face was wet...

"Fanyin, you...what's the matter with you?" Xiang Chang also sat beside him, startled by his sudden exclamation, opened his eyes and stared at him.

He Fanyin didn't answer, just closed his eyes tightly, took a few long breaths, but couldn't get enough of the stuffiness in his heart, his face was full of tears, which made people feel even more ridiculous.

"It's okay..." Shaking his head, He Fanyin got up and walked a few steps towards the forest on one side.

The night was dark, and the sound of insects chirping all around clearly echoed. Under the shade of the trees, He Fanyin frowned, raised his hand, and stared straight at his palm.

The scene in the dream seemed to overlap with the reality, the dagger was suddenly clenched in the empty palm, blood...stained through the fingers...

"What the hell is going on..." I murmured, but couldn't get an answer. Since I was ten years old, I have been repeating the dream. I thought it had disappeared and never came back. How could I know, just because I heard a familiar dream today. name, and came back again, by accident?coincide?accidental?Or... Actually, there is no deep meaning?

In the room, the young man on the bed was covered in cold sweat. He didn't know what he saw in his dream. He suddenly woke up from the bed. His face was as white as paper. When he turned his head and looked around, he saw that the room was empty and there was no one there. The young man showed fear. , Hugged the pillow, left the room like when he was a child, and knocked on the door of the brother next door.

"What are you doing?" The door opened, my brother's face could not be seen clearly under the dim light, but as long as I heard my brother's voice, I would feel at ease, hugging the pillow in my arms tightly with both hands, the young man timidly said: "Brother... I... I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Impossible" is no longer pulled into the room by my brother like when I was a child, the boy heard his brother's voice a little coldly: "You have grown up, you are no longer a child, you have to learn to face it by yourself"

boom!

The door was mercilessly closed by his brother.

The boy stood by the door, frowned, his eyes were like black pearls, a little displeased, and finally turned around with his pillow in his arms.

"It's so late, what's the matter?" The person who opened the door this time was obviously much gentler than his elder brother, with a good-looking appearance, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of charm that teenagers don't understand.

In order not to be turned away again, the boy frowned, with a look of grievance: "My brother won't let me sleep with him, can I sleep with you? I had a nightmare at night, and I'm afraid of being alone."

The man chuckled, curled the corners of his mouth and did not speak. He just reached out and pulled the boy into the room. The door was closed and the candle lights were all extinguished.

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