Chapter 5 Chapter Four

Since that night, the song-like wind and cold seemed to be relieved, and he recovered after a few days.She no longer stays in the villa all day, but often goes out for a walk, her face is much rosier, her spirit is better, her eyes are bright and she seems to have a smile. Seeing her gradually recovering from the pain of losing her father, Huang Cong couldn't help but feel happy.She passed Ruge's situation to King Jingyuan far away through the domesticated eagle, so that he can also feel at ease. However, after recovering from her illness, Ru Ge seems not to care much about the affairs of Lie Huo Manor, and rarely participates in the discussions of the hall masters in the gathering hall.When she got some news, it was usually already decided by Zhan Feng and the hall masters, and it was only a symbolic report to her.

Dieyi didn't care at first, as long as the lady is happy.However, when one day, the village agreed that Ji Jinglei would lead the elite disciples from each branch of Huoshan Village and a hundred disciples from Wudao City in the world to go to reinforce and capture the Thunderbolt Gate in the south of the Yangtze River, she finally couldn't help it. "Why did you send Master Ji? It's so dangerous there." Dieyi frowned, "There are many people in the village who can go, but why did you send Master Ji? Could it be because Master Ji once..." Ruge understood what she meant.

At the beginning, because of Ji Jinglei's words, Yi Lang's proposal of Zhan Feng as the acting owner was hindered.Moreover, Ji Jinglei has always respected her as the "Villa Master", and will discuss with her whenever there is something to do, which is very different from other hall masters and rudder masters. "Besides, if there is any danger in Master Ji's trip, then how about Lavender." Dieyi was also worried about Lavender.Ji Jinglei has a special liking for Lavender, and everyone in the village knows it. Ruge looked at Lavender. At that time, Lavender was inserting a yellowing wintersweet into the snow porcelain vase, she just smiled faintly: "A man's arrogance can only be cultivated after tempering. Besides, I am not someone like Young Master Ji, so don't marry me He said together."

In a blink of an eye, it has been half a month since Ji Jinglei left Liehuozhuang.The bloody wind in the martial arts outside Zhuang Wai did not seem to have affected Ru Ge's peaceful life at all. Except for one person who often comes to "disturb" her. Zhong Li has no tears. He was originally the killer of Youhuotang, and he often followed Zhan Feng to perform some missions.However, three days before his death, his father promoted him to be the master of Youhuo Hall.Father has always attached great importance to that person's achievements and qualifications when he was promoted to hall master, she didn't know what Zhongli Wulei did to make father value him so much.

Zhongli Wulei is very respectful to her, and reports to her every day the changes in the situation inside and outside the village. "Recently, it has been reported from all over the place that there seems to be a hidden change in the long-disappeared Underworld Palace." Zhongli Wulei said sweetly to the winter plums in the courtyard. "Oh?" Ruge sniffed the fragrance of plum blossoms, "Didn't Anhe disappear in the rivers and lakes for many years?" "Nineteen years." "I heard that An Yeluo looked down on the martial arts back then, and was really awe-inspiring?" The fragrance of wintersweet is light, and Ruge can't help but smell it again and again.

Zhongli Wulei looked at her, and suddenly lowered his head, his face was a little red: "This subordinate was only four years old at the time, and had never seen An Yeluo before. I just heard that he was rebellious, moody, murderous, and addicted to wearing blood-like demon red clothes. clothes." ... The white mist rising in the night by the lake. The red clothes are like blood. Shiny gold goblet. Pale bare feet. With a haughty and wild laughing demeanor, her long hair is almost scattered on the ground, and there are fine and evil cinnabar moles between her eyebrows. The sound is as captivating as the water waves at the bottom of the lake──

"I am An Yeluo." ... Ru Ge stared blankly at the faintly yellow petals of wintersweet, she tore off a petal in a daze. She didn't hear what Zhongli Wulei continued to say. The man in red is really An Yeluo?Why did he appear in Lie Huo Zhuang?What kind of relationship does Zhan Feng have with him?My heart tightened secretly.Could father's death have anything to do with him? "Villa Master." Zhongli Wutear softly called Rusong in deep thought. Ru Ge turned her head and smiled: "Is there anything else?" In the courtyard, there are only Ru Ge and Zhong Li Wu Tear.

He listened intently to the breath around him, and when he was sure that no one was there, he said in a deep voice, "I found a person in Miaohe Town this morning. His appearance was different from the previous ones, but my subordinates are 70% sure , he is——Lei Jinghong, the young master of the Thunderbolt Gate in the south of the Yangtze River." Ruge frowned slightly, she looked at Zhongli without tears: "How many people know about this?" "Three people." The spy, her and him. "Fine," she smiled, "but why are you telling me this?" Zhongli was silent for a long time without tears.

Finally, he said: "The subordinates always feel that the old owner died strangely." He lost his relatives since childhood and lived on the streets. It was Lie Mingjing who brought him into the villa to pass on his martial arts.Although the old owner left, in his mind, only Miss Ruge whom the old owner kissed was his master. Ru Ge quietly inhaled. "Zhongli Wulei, do you know how many things will happen to the words just now?" "This subordinate knows." He had a stubborn expression, "This subordinate will not mention it in front of others, but this subordinate does not want the old owner to rest in peace."

Ru Ge stood up: "Has father always sent you to monitor Zhan Feng's whereabouts?" Zhongli's tearless face turned red again.For a hot-blooded young man, being an undercover agent always feels that it is not fair. "yes." "So, before Dad passed away, what did you find out?" Ru Ge stared at him closely. The seaside in winter. The sea water is endless blue. The waves are sometimes calm and sometimes rough. The imperial army was stationed in Yuping, one mile away from the sea. Under the leadership of King Jingyuan, the 100,000 Weiyuan Army has strict military discipline and does not disturb or harm the people, gradually reassuring the people in Yuping.In more than a month, the Weiyuan army has fought against the Wa country three times.Although the two sides suffered casualties, the imperial army's victory was obvious, and the morale of the army and the people were boosted for a while. It only took a decisive battle to completely defeat the elite of the Japanese kingdom.

However, at this time, Wa Kingdom suddenly shrank like a tortoise. The situation of the battle seemed to be suddenly deadlocked. The big account in the army. The lieutenants and commanders who discussed the war stood up and retreated. Yu Zihan sat in a wheelchair, picked up the teacup on the table at hand, the fragrance of the tea smudged his handsome eyebrows, with a touch of tranquility. Bai Hu stood up with a "huo", and said anxiously: "How long will the Japanese dog hide?! Can't the grandpas play with them all the time?!" Chizhang raised his eyebrows and said, "Boy, this is a war. It's not like in the arena where you can win or lose with a few tricks. The Japanese country looked down on us before, thinking that we were useless like those wine bags and rice bags, so they came out to fight directly. After they suffered a few defeats, they became afraid, and of course they didn't dare to come out to die easily." Bai Hu looked at him cross-eyed: "Could it be that we've been wasting here all this time?!" Chizhang said, "At present, there is no other way." Yu Zihan drank tea lightly.In the battle with the Wa Kingdom, if you want to hurt its elite vitality, I am afraid that it will indeed take a while. At this time, the curtain was lifted. Holding two bamboo tubes the size of little fingers, Xuan Huang walked up to Yu Zihan, leaned over and said, "Both Huang Cong and Cang Bi have letters." Yu Zihan put down the teacup. He took out Huang Cong's letter first.There were not many words on the thin paper between his fingers, but he read it again and again, with a smile on his lips. Bai Hu, Chi Zhang and Xuan Huang looked at each other and smiled. That person should be better, otherwise, the prince's smile would not be so warm.I remember some time ago, whenever I received Huang Cong's Flying Eagle message, the prince would be depressed and sleepless all night.Later, he even left the army overnight and returned after ten days. Yu Zihan put Huang Cong's letter aside, and picked up Cangbi's letter. Slowly, his brow furrowed. His expression became more and more serious. Bai Hu looked at Yu Zihan and asked, "My lord, what's the matter? What's the matter?" Yu Zihan handed the letter to him. Bai Hu's heart warmed.Although they are just the prince's guards, the prince has always regarded them as reliable friends.After Bai Hu finished reading, he raised his head in shock and said, "Perhaps Lie Mingjing's death was not caused by Jiangnan Thunderbolt Gate? Then..." He thought about it, and said in shock, "Could it be..." Chizhang murmured: "In this way, Miss Lie's situation is very dangerous." Cangbi's information should not make a big mistake. Yu Zihan closed his eyes. He, shouldn't hurt her... After all, he once loved her... Xuan Huang said, "My lord, last time you left the barracks, there were already some objections. No matter what happens in Lie Huo Zhuang in the future, please leave it to us." Bai Hu and Chi Zhang were both startled. They all looked at Yu Zihan. Yu Zihan didn't "hear". The eyelashes fluttered slightly on Qingyuan's face, and his mind suddenly flew to a distant place. In martial arts, when Miaohe town is mentioned, Liehuozhuang will come to mind. Miaohe Town is adjacent to Liehuozhuang Village. It only takes half an hour to rush from the largest Jun'an Inn in the town to the main gate of Liehuozhuang. afternoon. The market in Miaojia Town is very lively. Some people are selling rouge pollen with rattle drums, some are beating gongs and drums, and they are selling supplement pills on the street. There are hot rice cakes, and children's screams of excitement. When we get together, we start to chirp again... Shunyi Inn is an ordinary inn in Miaohe Town. The guests who live here are also ordinary people, not very distinguished, nor very poor. Therefore, Shunyi Inn is not eye-catching at all. But on the right side of the inn entrance, there is a wonton stand. "Miao Laoer Wonton" is well-known far and wide. White mist rolls out of the pot, and the aroma is overflowing, which makes people unable to move.Wontons are cheap and big bowls, and many people come to patronize them every day. At this moment, there is a girl in white clothes sitting in the wonton stand. She eats very slowly. Each wonton had to be chewed carefully for a long time before being willing to swallow it. The wontons seemed really delicious, her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were as red as rouge. What a beautiful girl! People passing by couldn't help but stare at her. She looked satisfied, as if this wonton was the most delicious thing in the world. When she ate the twelfth wonton. A boy in common clothes sat beside her. The boy was ugly, with a sallow complexion and a black spot the size of a thumb on his right cheek.However, the boy's lips are plump and slightly pouty, like freshly peeled oranges in summer, giving him a refreshing feeling. "The wontons are cold, what's there to eat?" The boy came over and said with a smile. The girl in white glanced at him and sighed, "If you hadn't come so late, would the wontons have been cold?" The boy was surprised: "Are you waiting for me?" The girl in white went on to eat the thirteenth wonton, and said as she ate, "Yes." The young man raised his eyebrows. The girl slowly put down her chopsticks, and smiled at the boy, "Farewell to Ping'an Town, how is Master Lei?" Zhuting in the middle of the lake. Blue bamboo curtains hang down on all sides. The surface of the water is slightly frozen. The sunlight reflected on the thin ice was slightly dazzling. Through the green bamboo curtain, the light is dimmed. An Yeluo stood in the shadows, his blood-red clothes were blown up by the cold wind on the lake, and his bare feet seemed to be flawlessly beautiful. Zhan Feng was beside him. He was silent, but the sapphire in his right ear was extremely shiny. An Yeluo played with the golden wine glass leisurely, and asked sideways, "How's the progress?" Zhan Feng said: "Thirty-seven sects support us, 19 sects support Thunderbolt Sect, and the other 22 sects are still waiting and watching. The disciples from Zhuangzhong and Wudao City brought by Ji Jinglei and Guo Yangyan have already shoveled Ping He took over half of the Thunderbolt Sect's sub-helm and property. However, we also suffered a lot of casualties." An Yeluo smiled wickedly. "Okay! Feng'er is really outstanding, worthy of my An Yeluo's nephew!" He patted Zhan Feng's shoulder with great force, but very softly, like a warm current, rushing into Zhan Feng's body at once. Zhan Feng turned his head. The turbulent blue eyes made him suddenly feel like a child. The jewel in the right ear shone brightly. An Yeluo's smile gradually froze. He lightly brushed the blue gem on Zhan Feng's earlobe, and said softly: "Feng'er, do you know that I sealed it in with my own hands when you were just born." blue gemstone. Suddenly, An Yeluo's pale fingertips seemed to come alive. Azure blue light, jumping and flowing. The gem is as beautiful as the deepest sea. An Yeluo sighed: "This gem originally belonged to your mother." Zhan Feng trembled: "My mother?" He had no father or mother since he was a child... Mother... I don't know what it would be like to have a mother... An Yeluo's sigh was as passionate as the sea: "Your mother is the most beautiful woman in the world..." The blue light of the gem reflects the cinnabar between his eyebrows, which is redder than lovesickness. The broken cinnabar is like an old dream. ... By the clear stream in spring. Delicate hands. A hairpin studded with jewels. The stream is gurgling. The soft and beautiful face is reflected on the water, making the pink wildflowers by the stream blush. She is doing her makeup. Suddenly a group of red shadows rushed over and hugged her soft back. She turned her head, smiled, and hugged the little man in red into her arms: "Luo Er, are you acting like a baby again?" An Yeluo is only ten years old, and his handsome face seems to have an evil charm.He lay in that fragrant and soft embrace, with pride and arrogance shining in his eyes: "I just defeated a Wudang elder, and I only used five moves." She licked his forehead. "Luo Er is great!" Little Anye Luo was elated with joy, grinning: "Sister, do you like that Luo Er is stronger than everyone in the world?" She smiled gently: "Luo Er will definitely be the most extraordinary person in the world when he grows up." "At that time, will my sister marry me?" Little An Yeluo grabbed her skirt and asked eagerly. "Silly boy, I'm your older sister." She flicked his forehead and said angrily. "So what if it's my sister?" Xiao An Yeluo said unconvinced, "I just like my sister, I want my sister to marry me! I want to be with my sister forever!" "Okay, okay." She smiled, "My sister likes Luo Er the most, and she is not willing to part with Luo Er." Xiao An Yeluo suddenly pulled out the plum blossom hairpin on her cloud hair, and the bright sapphire reflected his stubborn eyes: "My sister promised, can you leave this hairpin as a token for me?" She was startled. Xiao An Yeluo carefully put the plum blossom hairpin into her arms, raised her face and smiled: "Sister, you must not go back on your promise." By the stream that year. An Yeming is fifteen years old. An Yeluo is ten years old. ... Zhu Tingli. The cinnabar between An Yeluo's eyebrows suddenly dimmed: "...But she married Zhan Feitian." He turned his back. Zhan Feng could no longer see his expression, only An Yeluo's bare feet seemed to be frozen, and his slender toes were stiff and blue. "That old thief Lie Mingjing first used her to trap me, and then killed her and Zhan Feitian." An Yeluo's voice was full of hatred! Zhan Feng clenched his fists tightly. His blood was as cold as ice. At that time, Lie Huo Zhuang became more and more prosperous, Lie Ming Jing was afraid of Zhan Fei Tian's martial arts and resourcefulness, fearing that he would make his power bigger.Therefore, he took advantage of the fact that Zhan Feitian was unprepared when An Yeming gave birth, and killed Zhan Feitian and his wife. Everyone said Zhan Feitian committed suicide. However, who would have the heart to leave when his son was born? An Yeluo raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, his faint voice was like a distant flute in the dark night: "My child, in this world, you are the only family member I care about." Zhan Feng spat out hot blood in his throat. Dear──people── He looked at An Yeluo, who was dressed in red like blood, and the excited Anlan surged in his eyes.His relatives, for nineteen years, his only relatives... No one will know what it's like to be an orphan. That lonely indifference always wakes up suddenly at night, and suddenly feels that no one will care even if he dies immediately.Even that smiling girl can't fill the empty loneliness in his heart... An Yeluo turned around, his face was pale and noble reflected in the red clothes. "Feng'er, why did you turn your head when you pierced Lie Mingjing's chest that night?!" Zhan Feng froze! That knife pierced Lie Mingjing's chest! Blood spurts! Lie Mingjing suddenly opened his eyes wide! There seemed to be tears in my eyes... "How about a goodbye, Miss Lie?" The wonton stall next to the Shunyi Inn. Lei Jinghong, a boy in civilian clothes, reached out for a pair of bamboo chopsticks, took out the biggest wonton from the bowl of the girl in white clothes, and put it into his mouth with a smile. "Not good." The girl in white looked at him, "My father passed away." "What a pity." Lei Jinghong played with his chopsticks and laughed cynically, "Why did your father die suddenly?" "Some people say it was done by the Thunderbolt Gate in the south of the Yangtze River." "Heh," Lei Jinghong smiled, "Is it possible that the wonton I ate was poisonous?" The girl in white lowered her head and slowly ate the fourteenth wonton. "Hey," Lei Jinghong approached her and whispered in her ear, "Aren't you afraid that I will kidnap you and threaten Lie Huozhuang? Miss Lie Ruge..." Ruge looked up and smiled: "Did the wonton you ate just now get cold?" "Yes." Lei Jinghong didn't understand why. "Once the wontons are cold, they won't taste good." She held onto the side of the bowl with her right hand, and in the blink of an eye, hot steam rolled out. "Try it again, the wontons at this stall are well-deserved." Lei Jinghong laughed. "Just your two skills, I still can't see it!" Ru Ge smiled cutely: "But, with my two skills, you can't tie me up in half a stick of incense." Lei Jinghong was slightly startled. Ruge smiled again: "Look at the people around here again." The three aunts and six wives whose parents are short-lived glanced over from time to time. The eyes of the beggar who was ten steps away were gleam. Even the guy at the wonton stand seems to be different from the one in the morning. ... Ru Ge smiled at Lei Jinghong whose face changed suddenly: "Don't worry, they don't know who you are, they are just protecting me." Lei Jinghong stared at her: "What do you want to do?" Ru Ge also stared at him: "What do you want to do this time?" Bamboo curtains shade the gradually setting sun. Zhu Tingli became darker and darker. An Yeluo's black hair scattered around his ankles like satin, his bloody red dress, and the evil cinnabar. He looked up and drank the wine in his glass. "Lei Jinghong is in Miaohe Town." Zhan Feng didn't ask how An Yeluo knew about it.The information of the Underworld Palace is like the silent water flowing underground, pervasive. An Yeluo shook his wine glass with a smile: "Lei Jinghong is full of vigor, I'm afraid he will do something big this time." "yes." "The opportunity must be seized." "yes." Lie Huozhuang accused Jiangnan Pilimen of assassinating the former owner Lie Mingjing with secret firearms. His ambition brought great hidden dangers to the peace of the martial arts, and for this reason he led various sects to kill him. But there are still many neutral and wait-and-see sects in the martial arts. One is because they don't know who will be the final winner, and the other is because there is still insufficient evidence for Lie Huo Zhuang to accuse Thunderbolt Gate.Feng Baiju was expelled from Thunderbolt Gate two months before Lie Mingjing's accident. Whether his words are credible has been secretly doubted by many martial arts comrades. Zhan Feng understands. As long as the crime of Jiangnan Thunderbolt Gate can be confirmed, the action of suppression will be greatly facilitated. "Why didn't you kill her?" An Yeluo said suddenly. Zhan Feng suddenly raised his head! An Yeluo looked at him leisurely, with mockery in his eyes: "Keep her, you will regret it one day." Zhan Feng's voice was cold: "She won't affect anything." "Haha," An Yeluo laughed, "Infatuated Feng'er, is she still the innocent girl she used to be? Have you looked at her carefully, there is stubbornness and hatred in her eyes." Zhan Feng's curly hair is so black that it reveals a dark blue luster. "She, it doesn't matter." An Yeluo narrowed his eyes slightly: "After all, she is Lie Mingjing's daughter. If one day, she really becomes your enemy," his fingers caressed the strange patterns on the golden wine glass, "Will you kill her?" "You want to sneak attack Lie Huozhuang?" Ru Ge stared at Lei Jinghong. As the evening approached, the number of customers at Miao Lao Er's wonton stall gradually increased. Ruge and Lei Jinghong sat very close, like a pair of intimate lovers, their voices were also kept low like a whisper. The wonton noodles on the simple wooden table are completely cold. Lei Jinghong smiled: "Sister Ruge, how do you want me to answer you?" Ru Ge also smiled: "If you say 'yes', then you are a pig." "Pig head? How ugly!" "Sneak attack on Lie Huo Manor, what do you think is the chance of success?" Lei Jinghong was still grinning. Ruge raised his eyebrows and said: "I don't know how many people you brought here, but with the strength of Liehuozhuang, you will never be able to attack the key places in the village." "Sister Ruge can be an internal response." Lei Jinghong had a smirk on his face. "Blow up the gate and a few walls of the villa, and then gain the notoriety of Jiangnan Perak's murderous nature," Ru Ge clapped his hands lightly, "Is this a good idea your father taught you?" Lei Jinghong seemed speechless. He stared at her for a while, and finally said: "Do you know how many of our brothers have been killed by the people of Liehuozhuang Village this month! How much money have been robbed of us! Firearms that will endanger the martial arts? Haha, I'm afraid they will be robbed now." In your arsenal! Do you know that in just one month, my father seems to have aged ten years!" "I have no idea." Ruge interrupted him with a very quiet voice. "I just want to know whether my father's death was caused by Thunderbolt Gate."