Chapter 32 Section five

It turned out to be Xiao Xie. "You saved me, or because of that painting?" Ouyang Mi asked. Xiao Xie was stunned, and then smiled: "—Of course. If you haven't asked what's going on, you'll be dead. Wouldn't my pursuit of thousands of miles be nothing but a bamboo basket?" Ouyang Mijian snorted: "Unfortunately, I don't know anything either." He looked around, and it turned out that it was dawn, but it was extremely cold.When I was about to sit up, I felt that my limbs were all smashed into pieces, and the pain was unbearable. "If I knew the reason for all this, how could I be in this situation today."

Xiao Xie sighed softly, turned around and went out.She found a remaining leaf from a withered branch and rolled it into a cup shape.With a soft blow of howling leaves, the snow on the branches fell rustlingly, and in a short while more than half of the glass was filled with snow water. "Is it snowing?" Ouyang Mijian took the yellow-green cup and stared at the snowflakes floating inside. The cold snow water slid down the base of the tongue, irritating the throat.There was actually a kind of bitterness, which permeated between the lips and tongue, which could never be melted away.

This leaf, shaped like a loquat, is thick and tough. Ouyang Mijian looked outside the cave.Although the trees all over the mountains and plains are withered in late autumn and all their greenery has faded, and the branches stand upright in desolation, they can still be recognized as Mulan, a beautiful tree in Jiangxiang. "Yeah." Xiao Xie said, "I brought you here last night, and I heard someone say that this place seems to be called Mulan Valley." Magnolia Valley.When Ouyang Mijian heard these three words, he seemed to feel that there was a huge boulder pressing on his chest and he couldn't move it. —But why is this so?

"Ouyang Mijian, would you like to hear a story?" Xiao Xie said quietly. "Is this your story?" "It's mine. But... Ever since I happened to see you in Baidi City, I have an intuition... I think this story must be closely related to you." The corners of Ouyang Mijian's lips twitched. "You know, I'm an outcast. Although my adoptive father loves me, he never hides this from me. When I was young, I asked my adoptive father, and my adoptive father always said that, seventeen years ago, he traveled to central Fujian, One day, I was resting in a deserted earth temple in Guanzhai Mountain. Suddenly I heard a cat meowing under the incense table. When I touched it, it turned out to be a swaddling baby. I was dying of hunger. My adoptive father saved me with rice soup. I, however, could not find my family members, so I carried them back to Dongting Lake. Last year, when I came back from visiting teachers in Lushan Mountain, I helped my adoptive father pack up old things. I accidentally found an old box. When I opened it, it turned out to be a baby’s clothes. , a small quilt. My adoptive father never had a wife or children during his life. I guessed that this was an old thing from my own years, and my adoptive father has kept it for me all these years. The strange thing is that it was put together with these things. There is a scroll of paintings. I saw that it was not written by the foster father, nor was it done by the foster father's friends I know."

Ouyang Mi Jian said: "Is this the painting?" Xiao Xie nodded: "Yes. My adoptive father treats me like my own son. I have lived with him for sixteen years. I never thought that one day I would visit my biological parents. But ever since I saw that painting, my heart It began to fluctuate. It’s like for many years, you have been facing a stone wall, and you are on this side of the wall, and your life is the same as before. Suddenly one day, someone told you that there was a door on this wall, and it was plugged in. You have a key. When you open the door, on the other side of the wall, what has always been there and what you have never had the opportunity to face is an experience and experience that you have never imagined, and it is a subtle secret related to your existence and origin. And This painting, I believe, is the key. Suddenly I wonder who I am."

"What did your adoptive father say?" "I have always been embarrassed to ask my adoptive father, for fear that he would misunderstand and be sad. But I have never been able to hide my thoughts from my adoptive father." Xiao Xie said, "He came to see me with the painting that day, and it was also in Guanzhi when he talked about it. I found it in the mountain earth temple. What he never told me before is that there was another person with me at the time. From the clothes, it looked like a servant woman who was dying. My adoptive father used the family history I used the elixir to treat her, but she was so badly injured that the only effect was to make her die after she uttered a single word."

"That person is your mother?" "No." Xiao Xie pondered, "my adoptive father said that I was not yet a month old at that time. And the woman's figure and appearance definitely did not look like she had just given birth. He guessed that she was my servant who took care of me. Although Servant, that woman is also very good at martial arts. The adoptive father saw that the servant had gone through a life-and-death fight with someone, and fled there to hide. The sword that killed the servant was struck on the back, and the wound It was very strange. It was obviously not deep, less than half an inch deep, but the ribs under the skin were broken. This hurt the lungs and made it impossible to breathe. So the servant woman saw my father, but it was difficult to speak , actually suffocated to death."

Ouyang Mijian said: "It seems... It seems to be a kind of Southern Hokkien Kungfu similar to fighting cattle across mountains. My uncle Lin Luo knows it." "Fujian Lin family?" "Yes, but this kind of kung fu may not only be known by members of the Lin family. It's too early to draw conclusions." Ouyang Mijian said, "You said that servant woman said a word, which word did she say?" Xiao Xie stared at Ouyang Mijian, and said slowly: "That character is 'Tang'. Mr. Ouyang, you seem to be very familiar with the allusions in the Jianghu. Why don't you tell me, what does the word 'Tang' mean?"

Ouyang Mijian smiled wryly and said: "Familiar? I'm a fledgling, so I don't know much about things in the Jianghu. I'm familiar with it, but I heard the master talking with his friends on Tianshan Mountain, and deliberately memorized some rules and rumors for future use. Use it. Who would have thought that when he really returned to the rivers and lakes, he would know nothing about it." He lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Many years ago, there was a mythical killer organization outside the desert called Youtan Mountain Villa. They fought north and south, killing people. Ruma was once a nightmare of Jianghu. Their leader was a very cruel woman, surnamed Tang, whose ancestor was Shangshuo, who belonged to the Tang sect in the middle of Sichuan. But things will turn against each other. Later, Youtan Villa declined, and gradually could not gain a foothold in the Central Plains. So they retreated to Guanzhai Mountain in western Fujian, where they still took Tang as their surname and lived together for generations. Although it seems that they retreated to the forest, the ruthless style of the Utan Tang family seems to have never been lost. It is said that the Tang family is also in Fujian. It has done a lot of evil, it can be regarded as an evil force, and everyone in the martial arts despises it."

Hearing these words, Xiao Xie was in a panic.If the character "Tang" painted on the ground by the maid really refers to the Youtan Tang family, then this Tang is their original family, referring to the surname of the enemy who killed her, or does it have other meanings? "Youtan Tang's family..." Could it be that she, Xiao Xie, is a descendant of that devil family?If so, how many more terrible past events will she face? Don't think about it, just don't think about it. "Even if the Lin family in Fujian destroys the Tang family, they are just a set of cold spring swordsmanship, do they have such a great ability?" Ouyang Mijian asked thoughtfully, "Besides, if the Tang family and the Lin family are merged, and they are with the Lin family. What's his business?"

He pointed to the Qingpao guest drawn by Mulan in the painting. "Who is the person in this painting?" Xiao Xie asked, "And, how could it be so like you?" Ouyang Mijian raised his face and looked at the gray sky above the valley, among the shady trees and leaves: "I am not like him, who can I be like? He is my father."