Chapter 50 Chapter Fifty

July fifteenth. There is only one month left before the battle of blocking the river. The long-awaited people in the rivers and lakes are emotionally boiling, and everyone is eagerly waiting for the result of this battle. Never before has a duel been so much watched and talked about. People with good intentions gathered in Linhu City, a large town on the north shore of Dongting, which is the nearest to Lanjiang Island, hoping to have a chance to see the two of them. Large and small casinos across the country even open handicap, accepting bets on who wins and who loses. The Nujiao Gang repeatedly stated that starting from August 10th, no boats are allowed to enter within 50 miles of Lanjiang Island, with the exception of Lang and Pang.

This approach is similar to that of the decisive battle between Chuanying and Meng Chixing when King Meng ordered the blockade of the long street, adding to the mystery of the battle against the river. Never before has a duel made people so concerned and anxious to know the outcome. Yun Wen repeatedly ordered people to attack Huangzhou Mansion in the past few months, but the rebels repelled them all.Although the Nujiao Gang is not good at land battles, because Zhi Potian, Shuai Nianzu and Chen Xuan are in charge of the overall situation, Yun Wen's main force is used to deal with King Yan.With the troops scattered, there was nothing the rebels could do for a while.

Nujiao Island regains its old view, and helps all the family members to return to the island to settle down. Lang Fanyun and Lian Xiuxiu stay in Xiaonujiao, playing the zither and drinking every day, not paying attention to the coming decisive battle at all. This day, Han Bai and others returned to Wuchang's Befu, settled the wives, and after everything was settled, it was three days later, Fan Han and the others had time to go to Xiao Nujiao to visit Lang Fanyun. Lian Xiuxiu was pregnant for many months, so it was inconvenient to greet the guests, after saying hello, she went back to the inner room.

Lang Fanyun still has that leisurely and unrestrained look, but his eyes are deeper and unfathomable, and his every move has a detached attitude beyond the mundane. After Hua'er served the food and wine, she exited the hall, and the remaining three drank with each other. Lang Fanyun had already reached the realm of bigu, only drinking, not using chopsticks. After chatting for a while, Han Bai talked about how he came to Cihang Jingzhai. Lang Fanyun listened carefully, and said with emotion: "Mengyao is a cultivator who has cut off all emotions and six desires, but for the mission of the teacher, she put aside all rules and regulations, and threw herself into the love net of the sea of ​​desire. It’s really not humane, one bad thing will ruin the boat and sink forever. Only her concentration and wisdom can break free from the snare at the most critical moment, which is admirable.”

Fan Liang said worriedly: "However, if one is not careful, the practitioner of the death test will explode with blood all over his body and die. How can people be at ease." Han Bai sighed sadly!Since Jingzhai came back, he never really had a single day when he was really happy, and he just forced a smile on his face when facing the beautiful wives. Lang Fanyun smiled slightly and said: "The great way is as simple as it is easy. No matter how it changes, they all lead to the same goal. The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, in the end, they just return to the original, seek the truth and see the nature. The sword heart is the highest state of the Cihang Sword Art. , will never get lost again. That day, Mengyao couldn't stand the temptation of the demon seed, because she still couldn't see through the beauty of master and apprentice, and she still couldn't reach the state of great success. Therefore, she was like avoiding snakes and scorpions to Xiaobai at the beginning, but now she has achieved Taoism , so I am not afraid to express my love. As for the danger of death, it is nothing. Anyone who cultivates the way of heaven will have no regrets, and he will be happy. If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, you will not get a tiger’s cub. Only when you die will you have a chance to be reborn.”

Han Bai felt a little better, and said, "Does Jin Bingyun have some mental problems?" Lang Fanyun laughed dumbly and said: "Don't think wildly, Jin Bingyun can be selected as Yan Jingan's successor, and his appearance and quality should not be inferior to Mengyao's. Moreover, he is also the real successor of the Magician's Palace and Cihang Jingzhai, how can he be so unlucky .But what kind of Zen realm she is in is beyond the comprehension of those of us." Han Baidao: "But when I first met her, she was indeed in a very depressed and depressed state. After returning to Jingzhai, Yan Jingan passed away. I'm afraid..."

Fan Liangji breathed out a breath of vanilla slowly, nodded and said, "I agree with Lao Lang. With Yan Jingan's supernatural power, can't she prolong her life for a few more years? Especially her practice is second only to death. It should be possible to control when the fairy travels. She deliberately let her most concerned disciples witness her remains, there must be a deep meaning in it, and it is very Zen." When Lang Fanyun heard Yan Jingan's name, there was inexplicable sadness in his eyes, his expression was numb, and he spoke after a while: "Brother Fan said well, Jin Bingyun's frustration is all because she fell in love with Pang Ban Later, Pang Ban detached everything, became enlightened immediately, and entered Taoism from the devil. She was also liberated from bitter love, and only then did she resolutely return to Jingzhai. Her bare feet represent letting go of everything and entering the Zen state of forgetfulness. It’s not that there’s something wrong with the mind.”

Fan Liangji said: "What is the relationship between you and Yan Jingan, Lao Lang?" There was a bitter smile on the corner of Lang Fanyun's mouth, and he said lightly: "Every life is a touching story, which represents people's efforts to have fun in this world of endless suffering. Most of the time, we are Spending in a muddle, dreamlike and unreal. Only at a certain moment, when we are triggered and stimulated by something, can our spirit suddenly lift up, shatter that dreamy feeling, clearly feel our own existence, and everything in front of us once again 'True' became an unforgettable part of my life, and it also gave life meaning." Then he sighed deeply: "Jing'an condescended to see me three times, and added three more paragraphs to my life. Mr. Lang was really grateful for the unforgettable experience. Brother Fan asked hard, but he wanted to know whether I fell in love with Yan Jingan, or whether Yan Jingan fell in love with me. Brother Fan was satisfied with this answer ?"

Fan Liangji listened to his thought-provoking words and the sadness in his words, fell silent and stopped chasing him. However, Han Bai picked up his feelings for his words, and said softly: "Ever since I saw Mengyao come and go before my eyes, I suddenly feel extremely disgusted with all the things you fight for in the world. Things that are completely meaningless. Like Jin Bingyun writing in the listening rain pavilion, borrowing words to master Zen, relying on books to enter Taoism, and making life merge with all things in the world, that is the real grasp of life and the true meaning of this moment."

Fan Liangji was surprisingly gentle and said: "Since you have this experience, you should be relieved that Mengyao has entered the death test. Why do you always have a sad face every time you are alone or facing me? Aren't you afraid of disappointing Mengyao?" Han Bai's eyes immediately became wet, and he sighed: "Whether she becomes a fairy or a Buddha, for me, a mortal, she will always die, never come back, and the fairy trail is no more. Aren't you depressed these days? I even lost interest in arguing." Lang Fanyun waved his hand slightly, and all the lights in the hall were extinguished, but the moonlight penetrating through the window sill on the left gradually intensified, revealing the furniture in the hall and the black shadows of the three people.

A feeling of tranquility and tranquility. People and things lost their usual texture and arrogance, and merged with the darkness into one or three people meditating on their own, sharing this peaceful time with a touch of sadness. Lang Fanyun touched the wine glass, thinking of the scene at the beginning of the first segment of the three beautiful experiences. He didn't meet Ji Xixi until a month later. At that time, he was very indifferent to the relationship between men and women, and loved to travel in mountains and rivers. He climbed five famous mountains in a row. On a beautiful afternoon, when he came down from Huangshan Mountain, he happened to find an ancient county town surrounded by greenery at the foot of the mountain. You Xing Dafa, walked towards the city. He walked along the mountain stream, looking at the scenery composed of houses with white walls and black tiles, and yellow and green fields, like a continuous landscape scroll. At the entrance of the county seat, there are two rows of mammoth ancient maple trees standing upright. In this late autumn season, the red leaves are like fire, surrounding the Yinshan Village, which makes people even more dazzled and intoxicated. But Lang Fanyun felt an inextricable sense of sadness and desolation! He always feels that way whenever he sees a beautiful maple tree! The beauty of red leaves that should not belong to the world is a kind of sad beauty, which arouses some deep feelings in him that cannot be dismissed. What is life all about?Since he became successful in swordsmanship at the age of twenty-five, he has been thinking about this question constantly, tasting and experiencing life.I also had a ridiculous time with Ling Zhantian for a while, but in the end I still got nothing. In recent years, I have turned to traveling in the mountains and rivers. Although I feel comfortable and happy, I still feel lost and have nowhere to return. Witnessing the splendid and sad beauty of Fenglin at this moment, he couldn't help but sighed. At this moment, an indescribable and graceful feeling rose in my heart. A gentle and elegant female voice sounded from behind: "Lang Fanyun, why do you sigh at Fenglin?" Lang Fanyun didn't look back.Indifferently said: "The body has no colorful phoenix and double flying wings, but there is a little bit of consonance! Does it mean that the master of Jing'an Zhai will come in person?" Yan Jingan's voice revealed joy without any concealment, and said happily: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you!" Lang Fanyun turned around suddenly, and his mind was shocked immediately. He had never seen such a beautiful woman with such an unrivaled elegance and grace. The most touching thing is that she exudes an extremely strong temperament in that kind of Tingting, tall and tall, weak and slender. Wearing a men's Tsing Yi long gown, with a scholar's bun, he is gentle and elegant. The clear eyes are shining with unfathomable intelligence and light, as if they are telling you some kind of unspeakable mystery every moment. Lang Fanyun took a deep breath and said, "Did Master Yan come here to find someone like Lang?" A smile appeared on Yan Jingan's unearthly face, and she said playfully, "You can say that, or you don't need to say that. First, let's see if you have that kind of ability. Brother Lang has passed the test now." Lang Fanyun was stunned and said: "Pass the customs?" Yan Jingan's talking eyes suddenly shot out a sharp light, and after staring deeply at him for a moment, the elegant face full of beautiful lines glowed with a strange and breathtaking light.He nodded slightly and said: "Please don't feel like meeting by chance. Although this is a random encounter, brother Lang, please show me your face and let Jing'an be a small host. I have found out that there is a small tea shop here, and the tea fragrance is smooth." , Brother Lang, don't refuse." Lang Fanyun smiled slightly and said: "Master Yan Zhai is condescending, how can Lang not know how to praise, please!" Yan Jingan led the way, and Lang Fanyun hurriedly followed.She stopped and let the other party catch up, and then she walked side by side, pointing to a strangely shaped hill with towering ancient trees on the left and said: "Brother Lang looks at this mountain south, facing Biliu, does it look like a bird looking down?" Head to drink water. A big buffalo lying in the green water and green hills?" Lang Fanyun nodded in agreement. At this time, the two leisurely passed the three-foot-high bluestone archway in front of the ancient city gate, with intricately carved bucket arches supporting the overhanging eaves. It's dinner time, there are few pedestrians, and every house is full of smoke, peaceful and comfortable. A stream with clear water flows down from Huangshan Mountain, passes through the center of the ancient county, and flows eastward. Hundreds of ancient dwellings are scattered in the lush green forest beside the stream, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with small bridges across the stream, giving you the feeling of "family in the peach blossom garden". Yan Jingan said in a low voice, "Ask Yu why he wants to live in Bishan. He smiles and doesn't answer. Brother Lang thinks that these two poems by Li Bai, the poet fairy, can be used as a portrayal of this place?" Lang Fanyun looked at the ancient house on the other side of the stream with the voice of a child. The house was composed of two courtyards.They are connected to each other, each stack has several entries, and the brick carvings have bas-reliefs, water milled and leaky windows, and the layers are blown clearly, which is extremely beautiful in ancient times. I nodded, but there was no answer. Seeing his leisurely appearance, Yan Jingan smiled lightly and led him on a small bridge to the other side without saying a word. At this time, an old farmer, driving more than a hundred sheep, hurried down from a distant mountain. The hooves sounded and the sheep blew, filling the space near and far, but it didn't make people feel noisy at all. Yan Jingan said, "This way! Please!" Lang Fanyun smiled and said: "Master Yan Zhai is the one who guides the way. Wherever you go, Lang will follow you." Yan Jing'an said as he walked: "Listening to the meaning of Brother Lang's words, there should be something to discuss about Jing'an's visit to you today." Lang Fanyun said: "As long as Master Yan gives orders, Lang will obey." Yan Jing'an happily said: "Jing'an is very favored, and this small host is decided. Look! It's here!" Pointing to the depths of the alley, a cloth curtain stretched out horizontally, and the word "tea" was written on the curtain , with the soft wind blowing gently, the font is full and missing. Lang Fanyun felt lazy from the bottom of his heart, and quickened his pace to come to the tea shop, but unfortunately the door was closed. The two looked at each other and smiled wryly. Yan Jingan frowned and said, "Isn't this a good omen? When I asked people just now, they said that the door was only closed after dark. The sun has not set yet?" At the end of the conversation, a window on the second floor opened, and a wrinkled old face stretched out, and said kindly and kindly: "Do you two want to patronize the old man?" Yan Jingan said happily: "If the old man is not afraid of trouble, I can give you double the tea price." Han laughed and said: "When I saw you, I was very happy. It's hard to find a friend, and you are still a guest. This time, the old man not only does not charge, but also cooks delicious food. Please come in quickly. The door is not hidden." After saying that, he shrank back. Lang Fanyun smiled and said: "Not only did we not have to be shut down, but we also met a noble and refined scholar. Please, Master!" Yan Jingan smiled sweetly, and walked in through the wooden door pushed open by Lang Fanyun. After a while, the two sat by the window, and the sound of the old man pouring water and making tea came from downstairs. Lang Fanyun leaned against the back of the chair leisurely, took off the Rain-Fuying Sword and his luggage and put them away against the wall, watching the vast and boundless sunset and the beautiful and misty sunset of Huangshan Mountain soaring into the clouds. With this elegant, intelligent, and magnificent beauty as his companion, the whole world is suddenly full of vitality, making him, who is used to being alone, no longer feel lonely at all. The two of them were unwilling to break the peaceful atmosphere for a while, they didn't speak, they just exchanged a look occasionally, without saying a word. It was a touching feeling that Lang Fanyun had never tried before. He had always enjoyed being alone, and it was only then that he felt free and at ease to concentrate on his thoughts and meditations. Talking to people always bored him and took away his peace of mind. But Yan Jingan gave him an incomparably wonderful feeling, more intoxicating when not speaking than talking. Although there is no physical contact, he feels that the other party's heart is closely connected with him in some mysterious and incomprehensible way.He was no longer a lone individual. A tacit understanding is indeed more meaningful than words. Since the success of kendo, the heart of the sword, which has been quiet for many years, has been thrown out beautiful ripples one after another. It's fresh and touching. At this time, the old man came up, picked up two cups of hot tea from the plate, and put them on the table.He said kindly: "The old man is going to bed, and he has to go to the mountain to pick tea tomorrow morning. When the distinguished guest leaves, just close the door and that's it." The two thanked each other repeatedly, and after the old man left, Yan Jingan apologized and said: "It would be a shame to tell the story of Jingan's visit to Brother Lang this time in this peaceful and beautiful mountain city. Wishing to have something to do with the disturbing secular world at this moment, Jing'an can wait for the right time to speak in detail to Brother Lang." Lang Fanyun raised the teacup, and after taking a sip with Yan Jingan, he was full of admiration, and raised his voice: "Old man's tea is great!" The old man's smug laughter came from the back downstairs, and after Jiligulu said a few words, he fell silent, and the sound of snoring was heard after a while. The two looked at each other and smiled, and Lang Fanyun sighed: "As long as you are still rolling in this dust net once, you can't avoid the struggle in the world wherever you go, otherwise Lang won't have to carry this sword on his back and walk here and there. Go somewhere, who does Lord Yan Zhai want Lang to kill?" Yan Jingan's beautiful eyes glanced at the strange color for the first time, and then she calmly said: "Red Profound Buddha!" Lang Fanyun nodded nonchalantly, as if he knew that Yan Jingan was going to deal with this person. Hongxuanfo was a formidable figure on the black list at that time, with a notorious reputation, he controlled a nationwide underworld organization and conspired to rebel.At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang was still busy fighting with the Mongolian general Kuokou, and ignored him flawlessly. He took advantage of the situation and continued to expand his power, and his momentum grew stronger day by day. Although Lang Fanyun is famous all over the world at this time, because he has never confronted anyone on the black list, he is still outside the list. If he follows Yan Jingan's order, it can be said that he has advanced to the challenge. Yan Jing'an said indifferently: "Jing'an is not fond of fighting and killing, but this person is doing evil and endangering the peace of the world, so he came to beg Brother Lang to help." Lang Fanyun smiled bitterly and said: "In Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, our Angry Jiao Gang is not really a good person." Hearing what he said was interesting, Yan Jingan smiled coquettishly, this elegant and elegant beauty seemed to reveal her true colors, and transformed into a naive and charming little girl, that kind of change made me stunned. stand up. She bowed her head in embarrassment and said: "Jing'an has lost her composure. Yuanzhang returns Yuanzhang, and we return us. Now Hongxuanfo leads four murderous generals to the capital to plot to assassinate Yuanzhang. Fashion is hard to get, if brother Lang rushes immediately, maybe you can invite him to eat two swords as if you met by chance." At the end of the speech, he reproduced the naughty look of a little girl. Lang Fanyun felt that the distance between her and himself was much closer, and he smiled and said: "Lang still has one thing that I don't understand. With the strength of the two holy places of martial arts, it should be difficult to accept a red Xuan Buddha, but why did he choose Lang? Woolen cloth?" Yan Jing'an's plain face returned to the previous elegance and tranquility, and said softly: "This is related to our hundreds of years of struggle with the North and South Tibet, so every time Jing'an goes down the mountain to do something, he is unwilling to make it public. That's why I bothered Brother Lang, please don't be offended by Brother Lang." Lang Fanyun drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, picked up the long sword bag, laughed and said: "There must be another deep meaning behind Yan Zhaizhu, but it doesn't matter if you don't say it. Lang will rush to the capital right away to finish the meal." mission entrusted by the Lord." Yan Jing'an stood up with him, with a beautiful smile, and said softly: "After we leave here, I don't know if there will be a future meeting. Brother Lang cherishes it, and I'm sorry that Jing'an will not see you off." Lang Fanyun said calmly: "Finally it's just a farewell. The Vegetarian invites you." When he turned to leave, as if remembering something, he reached into his arms and took out a piece of silver, intending to put it on the stage. Yan Jing'an reached out with her slender hand, and her bright snow-like palm was blocked between its hand and the table, and said slightly annoyed: "Oh! Brother Lang seems to have forgotten who is the host." Lang Fanyun laughed dumbfoundedly, took back the silver taels, laughed loudly, and drifted away. A month later, he rushed to the capital, just when the Hongxuanfo incident was exposed, he lost two murderous generals, and was about to escape. Just when Lang Fanyun was about to leave Beijing to hunt down the enemy, he met Ji Xixi at Luohuaqiao, and fell in love at first sight, not without reason, his feelings had already been aroused by Yan Jingan. In an instant, the past came to my mind, and Lang Fanyun was filled with emotion. A little fire flickered, and then it blazed up. With tears streaming down his face, Han Bai watched as the letter of Yan Jingan in his hand was given to Qin Mengyao, and then the latter handed it to him as a suicide note that had not yet been opened, and was wiped out in the crackling of the flames. He understood Qin Mengyao's intention of gifting the letter, because she finally saw through the relationship between master and student, just as she saw through the relationship between men and women, so she put everything aside and entered the death test. Lang Fanyun and Fan Liangji didn't speak, they quietly watched the flame turn from prosperity to decline, and like all life in the world, it returned to silence after burning out. The scenery in the hall melted into the moonlit night again.