Chapter 21 Chapter 21

When Zu Jing came to the Runzhou sub-helm of Chengfenghui, the stone lion that Tang Dou had thrown in the courtyard a few days ago had been moved back to its original place, and the two broken flagpoles of Chengfenghui had been replaced with new ones.The two flags of Qingluan piercing the clouds and Zifeng soaring to the sky are hunting and fluttering in the wind, showing great power.Seeing Zu Jing's arrival, the Chengfeng Club greeted her with smiles from the new sub-rudder head to the welcome guests and the nursing home, which made her nervousness a lot easier. Pushing away the study room behind the main hall, Zu Jing suddenly found that Yu Shao was looking out of the window, his eyes were confused, and he seemed to be thinking about some unforgettable past events.

"Jing'er, you're here." Yu Shao turned his head, saw Zu Jing, and immediately shook his body, smiled and waved to her, signaling her to come in. "Sister Ah Shao..." Seeing Yu Shao's appearance at this moment, Zu Jing felt a slight throbbing in her heart, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't guess the reason. "Jing'er, your complexion is not good. What happened to the young master last night? Did he scare you?" Seeing Zu Jing's expression, Yu Shaoxiu frowned slightly and asked with concern. "No..." Zu Jing shook her head vigorously, her eyes fixed on Yu Shao.

"Did you come to see me for something?" Yu Shao asked. "I don't know why I came here..." Zu Jing looked at Yu Shao bewilderedly, and said blankly, "Adou wants to accept the disciples who belonged to the Longmen Nian Gang, and the little uncle wants to go to Yaoyue Tower to meet an important person. I I couldn't find anything to do, so I followed my junior uncle to the town, wandered around, and came here before I knew it." "Oh? The young people of the Longmen Nian Gang chose Tang Dou in the end? It is not difficult to imagine that Tang Dou's prestige on the Lushui Bridge is enough to make these young people who have just entered the rivers and lakes overwhelmed. Now, Tang Dou is very proud." Yu Shao smiled slightly.

"Adou has never been really proud, his heart has been broken long ago." Thinking of Tang Dou's tear-stained face, Zu Jing finally couldn't bear the emotions in her heart, and blurted out. Hearing Zu Jing's words, Yu Shao was slightly startled, she grabbed Zu Jing's shoulders, walked quickly to the door of the study, glanced outside, closed the door immediately, took Zu Jing's hand, and told her to sit down. He went to the guest chair in the study and sat beside her. "Do you know what happened back then? Tang Dou told you?" Yu Shao asked in a deep voice.

"No, it was the little uncle who said it. He couldn't bear that I misunderstood A Dou again, so he told me everything about that year while A Dou was asleep." Zu Jing said honestly. "Hmph, Feng Luoyang..." Yu Shao heard this, with a look of disdain on his face, "He told you that I, Yu Shao, must have failed Tang Dou's deep affection, and Tang Dou just fell into a slump. Such nonsense." "Aren't these... aren't these true?" There have been two completely different legends about the past of the Three Musketeers in Poyang Lake. Jing was very confused, like falling into the clouds.

"Feng Luoyang's biggest problem is self-righteousness." Yu Shao took a long breath and shook his head helplessly, "All things should only have the most reasonable and ideal results for him, other possibilities, He doesn't even think about it. All love stories should have a perfect ending, and all love should have an ideal destination, just like all sword moves should have the simplest and most direct way to break, That's his philosophy." "Yes, the little uncle himself once said that. Back then, the senior uncle said that his thoughts coincided with those of senior Tianshan Gu Tianya." Zu Jing couldn't help nodding when she heard this.

"Perhaps he is not wrong in terms of swordsmanship. But in life, ten people who are unhappy in life often live in eight or nine. His unrealistic fantasies will never be realized. What happened back then is not the same as what he saw and thought. It's different." When Yu Shao said this, a wry smile appeared on his face. What surprised Zu Jing herself was that when Yu Shao said these words, her curiosity did not boil as usual, but an inexplicable fear of what happened back then surged from the bottom of her heart.No matter who the Three Musketeers of Poyang were, they seemed to have lived an unsatisfactory life in the past ten years, letting the memory of the year torture their hearts.Tang Dou is like this, Feng Luoyang is like this, and now it seems that Yu Shao can't get rid of the entanglement of the past.Is it true that love is like a scourge, as people say, it will only make people bruised and bruised.If I finally knew the truth back then, would I still be as pure and happy as I am now?This sense of fear instantly swept Zu Jing's whole body, making her tremble, and she couldn't help but want to run away.However, she stretched her body stubbornly and was not conquered by this fear.She took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to reach out to hold Yu Shao's palm, and said softly: "Sister Ah Shao, what happened back then?"

Yu Shao closed her eyes, showing a trace of exhaustion on her face, as if she had been overwhelmed by the careful collection of past thoughts for many years.She sighed, slowly opened her eyes again, looked at Zu Jing with a light smile, and her face was full of relief: "Back then... I followed my family's precepts, and when I was thirteen years old, I took a small boat and traveled around the world alone. I intend to look at the customs and customs of the Thirteenth Dao of the Tang Dynasty, so as to accumulate experience for me to run the Chengfeng Association in the future. On the left side of the Raozhou Road, by the Poyang Lake, in the light rain, I saw two young men by the lake..."

On the private seat on the second floor of the Yueyue Building in Runzhou, last night the swordsman Song Wuhen was wearing a gray cloth robe, with a seven-star long sword hanging from his waist, and a high bun on his head. He sat by the window and drank his own wine.Feng Luoyang saw at a glance the leader of the Nian Gang who had suddenly returned to his swordsman attire, the god of fast swords who was the most romantic in the world in the past. "Senior!" Feng Luoyang walked quickly in front of Song Wuhen, bowed his hands respectfully, and said in a deep voice, "Please wait for a long time."

Song Wuhen waved warmly at him, motioning him to sit down in front of him.Feng Luoyang nodded, walked up to him as ordered, brushed off his robe, and sat down firmly. Song Wuhen raised his hand and pointed to the green water bridge that was still broken in two outside the window, and sighed: "The broken bridge is still there, and the battle on the bridge seems to have happened just a moment ago." "Senior will laugh at you when you act recklessly." Feng Luoyang blushed. "Mr. Feng, the behavior of you and the young master is indeed reckless in the eyes of masters in the Tao. Although the Tang Sect is full of anger, it is unwise to challenge the Longmen and the Nian Gang at the same time after coming to Jiangnan. And such a high-profile publicity of strength , it made the leaders of the thirteen different sects vigilant. The black and white overlords who are determined to compete for the position of the martial arts leader will inevitably make some moves. .” Song Wuhen said with a smile.

"Soldiers will block you, and then there will be a way to break it." Feng Luoyang said in a dull voice. Song Wuhen watched him silently for a long time, finally nodded in satisfaction, raised his hand, and threw out a letter.The letter slid lightly on the smooth table, and accurately slipped into Feng Luoyang's palm spread on the table. Feng Luoyang picked up the letter, put it in front of his eyes, and couldn't help being surprised: "War letter?" "That's right." Song Wuhen nodded vigorously, and a young man's exuberant joy suddenly appeared on his vicissitudes of life. "Senior, after twenty years, you finally decided to hold the sword again!" Feng Luoyang said excitedly. "Aren't you nervous?" Song Wuhen asked with a smile. "Nervous? You are the God of Kuaijian who used to compete with senior Zheng Dongting twenty years ago. The biggest dream of us younger swordsmen is to see the charm of Kuaijian on the top of Mount Hua back then. Competing swords with you is like... ...It's as if..." Feng Luoyang said up to this point, his words became disorganized due to excitement. "It's like competing with Zheng Dongting, the number one sword in the world in the past." Song Wuhen finished his unfinished sentence with a smile. "Exactly, exactly!" Feng Luoyang said excitedly, and then he took a deep look at Song Wuhen's brand-new attire, "Senior, that's why you suddenly dressed as a swordsman?" Song Wuhen smiled and shook his head, he raised his hand to pour himself a full glass of wine, and drank it down with his head up: "Do you know why Zheng Dongting and I chose to fight at Huashan Sacrificial Cliff back then?" Feng Luoyang shook his head blankly. "Because that's where the sword god Gu Tianya last appeared." Song Wuhen said, "At that time we were thinking, if one of us was knocked off the Sacrificial Cliff, maybe we could find some clues about Senior Gu at the bottom of the cliff. A sword mark, a piece of rag, or, that divine sword whose green blood illuminates the heart." "You guys went to Mount Hua for this reason?" Feng Luoyang asked dumbfounded. "At that time, when I was young, I was full of enthusiasm and whimsical ideas. The years of youth are really nostalgic..." Song Wuhen shook his head, as if feeling melancholy at the irretrievable passing years, and raised his hand again for himself Fill up a glass of wine. "Gu Tianya was on the top of Mount Hua back then. For the love of his heart, he gave up his glory as the number one swordsman in the world, lived and died with his wife, and disappeared in the rivers and lakes. I will never understand what kind of mood he was at that time. For love, regardless of everything, what kind of squandering is this. The heroes of the early Tang Dynasty seem to have a kind of squandering impulse in their blood. For love, for justice, and for the protection of the country, how many heroes have not lived past thirty I used to think that these were all stupid actions." Song Wuhen smiled wryly and raised his head before draining another glass of wine. "Look at myself now. I have lived for no reason for decades. I have been working hard to be my young gang leader. I spend a lot of money every day. I let myself be old and smelly. Compared with those heroes who lived forever at the age of thirty, I Song What else does Wuhen have besides his age?" Song Wuhen gave a wry smile when he said this. "Senior..." Feng Luoyang was stunned at this moment, and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. "Watching the battle between you and the young master at the Lushui Bridge suddenly made me think about a lot of things. We Jianghu people have worked so hard to learn a whole body of skills, isn't it just for the joy of squandering at that moment? I don't want to After spending time in the Nian Gang, I decided to put on the sword customer service, just like you, and have a good time." Song Wuhen said this, looking up to the sky and laughing. "Then... congratulations, senior, for finally figuring it out." Although Feng Luoyang didn't understand Song Wuhen's words thoroughly, he still bowed his hands politely and said in a deep voice. Song Wuhen nodded slightly, leaned forward slightly, closed his lips tightly, and transmitted a sharp voice into Feng Luoyang's ears with the skill of sound transmission: "Mr. Feng, the lord will open the warehouse again. Sprinkle a lot of money, and believe that the people who left Taiwan have entered Runzhou. The lives of young and old are at stake, so be careful." "Sister A Shao, did you see my little uncle and A Dou?" Following Yu Shao's memories, Zu Jing's soul drifted involuntarily to that fateful day thirteen years ago. "Rather than seeing it, it's better to say it feels..." Yu Shao couldn't help laughing at himself bitterly when he said this, "I was only thirteen years old at the time, and my heart was full of longing for love, with a fiery gaze, a The radiant eyes are enough to capture me. At the bank of Poyang Lake, I felt that gaze, that gaze, was stronger and more penetrating than I silently expected. It was like a raging fire that could kill me in an instant. The blood all over my body is on fire." "That's A Dou's gaze, right?" Zu Jing asked tremblingly. At that moment, Yu Shao didn't hear Zu Jing's question, her mind was in a daze, as if she had returned to the time when she first met by the lake thirteen years ago. "The rain that day was very soft, and the raindrops fell on the lake without making a sound. The surrounding area was very quiet, and I could even hear the sound of carp landing on the beach several miles away. At that moment, I heard The indistinct chanting came from the mouth of the young man by the lake. His voice was a bit dull, but he was fully devoted and serious. I looked around and found him hiding in the shadow of the banyan tree by the river, using A pair of bright eyes secretly looked at me. I was standing far away on the boat, I could only see the sword on his shoulder, but I couldn’t see his clothes clearly. I vaguely recognized that it was a swordsman Dressing up. I was thinking in my heart, what kind of mysterious and unpredictable boy he is, will he be a hero who responds to everyone, or a hero with a sword..." "Heh..." Zu Jing only felt a sudden hotness all over her body, and her cheeks were burning hot instantly. She couldn't help but put her hands on her cheeks, and took a breath, "The boy who chanted sounds a bit like a little girl. ..." "The river flows in a hundred turns and passes away, the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain, the autumn waves are mellow and want to fall into the city, and the flowers in the water are ashamed to look back... If there are no poems, mixed with the fresh lake breeze of Poyang Lake, and the misty south of the Yangtze River. The foggy spring rain makes me fascinated. I can't help but guess in my heart, is this poem read to me? Is I the flower in the water in his heart? Such guesses have continued like this Thirteen years." The corner of Yu Shao's mouth smiled slightly, and a crystal-clear light flashed in her eyes, as if she still had no regrets in those years, "People always say, don't waste your time, cherish it Years. But... But no matter how many times you live again, at that age, such encounters, how can one not waste one's youth?" Speaking of this, Yu Shao let out a long breath, as if she wanted to let out all the worries in Yu Jie's heart at once, and then she turned her head and smiled at Zu Jing: "Maybe, youth is just wasted." "Sister Ah Shao..." At this moment, Zu Jing just felt unable to breathe, as if she was overwhelmed by an overwhelming wave of emotions. She didn't know whether it was sadness, pain, melancholy, or sentimentality.