Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty-eight

Qi Changzheng stayed in a rural area with a beautiful environment for two nights. After absorbing the experience of fighting with Gu Zhu and Tan Yingshou, his sword skills improved to a higher level, and then he embarked on a journey to Wuchang Hanfu . Encountered a heavy rain on the way, secretly sighed that the sky was not beautiful, so I had to hide in a valley.As soon as I entered the valley, the showers stopped suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds, and under the curved rainbow, I saw a cave in the valley. There were more than 20 acres of fertile land, planted with various vegetables, rice and millet, and among the fruit trees, there were huts hidden.

It's really a peaceful place in a paradise. Qi Changzheng didn't want to disturb the tranquility of others, and when he was about to go in, he suddenly stopped with a "Huh!" and carefully inspected the rice field under his feet. The paddy field was obviously harvested not long ago, and Qi Changzheng looked at the cut grass with surprise in his eyes. Each grass is cut at the same height with the same knife, showing amazing precision, self-control and endurance. A tall and thin man came out from behind the orchard, with two buckets of manure on his shoulders, and walked over the path in the field. He focused on the fields extending to the left and right, as if he didn't notice the intrusion of strangers at all. .

The tall and thin man went to a melon field and began to apply fertilizer by himself. Qi Changzheng's curiosity arose, and he said respectfully in a loud voice: "This junior is an annoyed Jiao to help Qi Changzheng, dare to ask senior Gao's name?" The tall and thin man didn't stand on his head, and said indifferently: "I live in seclusion here, and I don't care about world affairs. If my friends are just passing by, please go on the road!" Qi Changzheng smiled casually, cupped his fists and said: "Then please forgive me for the crime of disturbing ordinary people, and the long march will be on the road now!" Turn around and wait.

"Yeah!" There was a sound of opening the door in the fruit forest, and a sweet female voice called out, "Long March!" The ending of the word "Zheng" is not finished, and it is cut off suddenly, and the woman who seems to be calling suddenly realizes that she should not call. Qi Changzheng turned around in astonishment, just in time to meet the sharp and knife-like gaze of the tall and thin man. There was no more emotion from Guolin. Qi Changzheng has an excellent memory, and he remembered who the woman who called his name was, and his heart was agitated.

Qi Changzheng looked at the tall and thin man proudly, and said respectfully: "Although there are as many sword wielders as there are stars in the sky in the Jianghu, the only one who can make Changzheng fall in love with you is your 'left-handed sword' Senior Feng Han." It turns out that the person in front of me who is willing to hide in the deep valley is actually Feng Han, the "black list" master "Left Hand Sword" who was famous in the martial arts in the past. Three years ago, he challenged Lang Fanyun. He became good friends and was entrusted by Lang Fanyun to take Gan Hongqing, the adopted daughter of Gan Luo whose identity was revealed as an undercover agent, away from Nujiao Island.

The one who called him just now was, needless to say, charming and charming, Qian Hongqing, the ex-wife of Shangguan Ying, the leader of the Angry Jiao Sect. The light in Feng Han's eyes faded away, and he said calmly: "When it comes to using a knife, no one in the past and present has been able to pass on the eagle's thick back knife, and Feng a defeated general, what is brave enough to say, how is Brother Lang Fanyun doing?" Qi Changzheng said solemnly: "Okay! Very good!" This person looks rough, but there are subtleties in the roughness. Although the rivers and lakes outside are turbulent, he doesn't say a word, so as not to destroy the peace and tranquility of this small valley.

Gan Hongqing's voice came from the hut in the fruit forest and said: "The old man is coming from afar, Feng Han, why don't you invite the guests into the house and drink two sips of hot tea." At this moment, it was Qi Changzheng's turn to hesitate, he had a clear distinction between love and hate, Gan Hongqing cheated Shangguan Ying into a relationship, and now lives with Feng Han, the relationship is not simple, it is really advisable not to see each other. Feng Han pointed to the eastern sky and said: "The rain clouds are coming, brother Qi, if you don't think the humble house is simple, please come in for a rest, after the rain is over, it won't be too late to go on the road again."

Qi Changzheng looked along his fingers, the east was still covered with dark clouds, and the scenery was not in the misty rain. Feng Han said hello and led the way to the fruit forest. Qi Changzheng collected his mind and followed him. The two of them passed through the path planted with various fruit trees, and two thatched huts, one large and one small, appeared in front of them, and the chimneys of the small thatched huts were rising from the chimney. , There are groups of servants and servants, and it seems that she is used to the rough life of doing everything by herself. The door opened.

Feng Han stood by the door and waved his hand to signal Qi Changzheng to go in. Qi Changzheng stopped, looked up to the sky and sniffed vigorously a few times, and sighed: "Sweet sweet-scented osmanthus!" A smile appeared on Feng Han's icy face for the first time, and he said, "It's the fragrance of the osmanthus that will keep me here for three years, or for a lifetime." A feeling of laziness welled up in his heart, and Qi Changzheng walked into the room leisurely. There are tables, chairs and cabinets in the house, and there are two rooms separated by bead curtains!All kinds of furniture are made of peach wood. Although there is no inlay decoration, the craftsmanship is excellent, giving people a durable and comfortable feeling. There are also several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, which are elegant and refined.

Seeing his gaze wandering over the tables and chairs, Feng Han smiled and said, "These are all my handicrafts." Pointing to the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, he said, "These are Hong Qing's masterpieces!" "Clatter!" The heavy rain finally came, hitting the thatched roof and the bamboo stretching obliquely outside the window, knocking on the cold air of nature's music, and entering through the window. Qi Changzheng sat down on a wooden chair by the window, stretched himself, and was so comfortable that he couldn't even speak. He deeply felt the peaceful and warm atmosphere in the small world of Feng Han and Qian Hongqing, and suddenly felt that the knife on his back was heavy and cumbersome, so he quickly untied it and put it against the corner of the wall, his heart moved, and his eyes searched around.

Feng Han sat down at the table in the center of the hall, and asked, "Brother Qi, are you looking for my knife?" Qi Changzheng nodded in embarrassment. Feng Han smiled slightly and said, "Even I forgot where I put the knife." Qi Changzheng was stunned. Footsteps sounded. Qi Changzheng turned his head to look, and almost couldn't recognize that this was the wife of the former leader of the Nujiao Gang, the glamorous Gan Hongqing. She was dressed in coarse cloth, without any makeup, her shiny black hair was tied up high, and she tied a wooden hairpin in a bun on the top of her head, which gave people a light and refreshing feeling, without the heavy makeup of the day, instead More beautiful and elegant. Holding the wooden tray with both hands, with a pot of tea and a few small teacups on it, she walked into the room gracefully. Qi Changzheng stood up habitually, and said, "Master... Oh! No! Fuck... Fuck you girl!" Feeling that he had said the wrong thing, he was quite at a loss. Gan Hongqing's expression darkened, her hands trembled, and a cup fell on its side on the plate. Feng Han took the plate in his hand, and said pitifully: "Let me come!" Then he greeted Qi Changzheng as if nothing had happened: "Brother Qi! Come and drink while the tea is hot!" Qi Changzheng took the opportunity to sit down at the table to dilute the awkward atmosphere. Gan Hongqing also sat down, bowed her head and was speechless. Feng Han stood up, as if remembering something, said: "Hongqing pour tea for Brother Qi, I want to go out and have a look!" Putting on his clothes, he opened the door and went outside. Qi Changzheng almost wanted to drag him down, he would rather face thousands of troops than face Qian Hongqing alone. "Snapped!" The door closes. The two were silent. Gan Hongqing suddenly exclaimed coquettishly: "Oh! I almost forgot!" Picking up the teapot, filled the cup in front of Qi Changzheng, and asked in a low voice, "Does he still hate me?" Before the tea was full, Qi Changzheng held up the spout. Only then did Gan Hongqing wake up, and put the pot back on the plate. Qi Changzheng looked at the clear green tea in the cup, two pieces of tea leaves floating on the surface of the tea, but his mind was blank. Gan Hongqing said: "Long March!" Qi Changzheng was startled suddenly, he raised his head, the eyes of both sides met and avoided at the same time. Qi Changzheng couldn't bear the crushing atmosphere, so he stood up, came to the window, and looked out. In the distance in the wind and rain, in the muddy field, Feng Han was hoeing and loosening the soil. Gan Hongqing said softly: "Did he marry the new wife of the gang leader?" Qi Changzheng looked at Feng Han's figure, which was gradually blurred due to the intensification of the wind and rain, and sighed, "No!" Then came a still more heart-wrenching silence. Gan Hongqing said: "Long March, you are the only one I can talk to in the Nujiao Gang, can you promise me a request?" Qi Changzheng said in a deep voice, "Say it!" Gan Hongqing said: "Help him forget me!" Qi Changzheng was startled, turned around, and stared at Gan Hongqing. It was only at this moment that Qi Changzheng looked carefully at the long-lost, beautiful wife of the gang leader in front of him. Gan Hongqing's beautiful eyes are betting on the tea in the cup, but her mind is flying to the restricted area that she would not dare to break into on weekdays. She has become visibly thinner, and her beauty without makeup has lost three points, but seven points more delicate, a quality that can only be cultivated in rural areas. Qi Changzheng said: "I will never mention anything about meeting you before helping the Lord!" Gan Hong glanced at him sadly, then returned to the tea, and said, "Only Qi Changzheng can understand my heart like this." This sentence means that she has regarded Qi Changzheng as her true confidant. Qi Changzheng reached out to pick up the long knife and hung it on his back. Gan Hongqing said calmly: "Long March! You haven't drunk the tea I cooked for you yet!" Qi Changzheng was about to speak, when a soft male voice sounded from far outside the valley, "Is Mr. Feng Han there?" Gan Hongqing's tender body trembled slightly, and said: "It's finally here!" It seemed as if she had known a guest was coming. Qi Changzheng looked at her incomprehensibly, remembering the scene when Shangguan Ying brought Qian Hongqing back to the Nujiao Gang, the excitement in his brows could not be concealed, and a feeling in his heart made him almost cry up to the sky, expressing the pain and helplessness in his heart . Gan Hongqing explained: "When Feng Han went shopping in a nearby town last month, he found that he was being followed, so he thought that sooner or later someone would come here." "Is Mr. Feng Han here?" This time the call was much closer. Qi Changzheng turned around and looked out, only to see a tall figure holding an umbrella in the wind and rain, standing on the road into the valley, only twenty steps away from Feng Han who was working in the field. Feng Han was still concentrating on farming, hoeing and hoeing, ignoring the visitors. The visitor said: "I, Jian Zhengming of the Xining faction, is one of the four generals of the Grand Commander Yinfeng's seat of Lengyan. This time, under the order of the Grand Commander of Lengyan, I have a secret letter. Please enclose it personally, Mr. Feng Han." Qi Changzheng, who was looking out from the window in the house, thought to himself: Among the eight factions alliance, Shaolin, Changbai and Xining are the top three, and among them, the Xining faction has the closest relationship with the imperial court. Ye Sudong, known as the "Love Exterminating Hand" who is known as the second only to the sect masters "Nine Fingers Fragrance" and "Old Man" Sha Fangtian in the Xining sect, but whose martial skills are the best in the sect, is the current emperor's Commander of the Imperial Forest Army, this Jian Zhengming nicknamed "Wandering Umbrella", and his weapon is an umbrella made of refined steel. He is Ye Sudong's younger brother. He has a high seniority in the Eight Faction Alliance and is also very famous in martial arts. Unexpectedly, he did it. The minions of the factory guards, headed by Shurangyan, came to deliver the letter. Feng Han's voice came and said: "Feng Mou didn't ask about Jianghu, please send the original letter back to Leng Yan, no matter what is written in it, I don't want to know." Jian Zhengming said: "The Commander of the Shurangama knew that Mr. Feng Han was independent and did not seek fame and fortune, but this time he is going all out to deal with the Nujiao Gang, so please join our camp. The Commander will treat you like a guest. , the identity is detached, without any restrictions, Mr. Wang think twice." Qi Changzheng thought to himself, no wonder Shurangama sent the "Wandering Umbrella" Jian Zhengming to be a lobbyist. His words were decent, but unfortunately he didn't know the background. As a friend, Jian Zhengming is really a villain in vain. Feng Han asserted: "Don't say too much, go back and tell Shueng Yan that all the grievances between Feng and Lang Fanyun have been resolved two years ago, you can go!" There was no trace of politeness left in his speech. Jian Zhengming smiled slightly, bowed and said, "So I understand! Jian will leave." He turned around and left. Qi Changzheng looked at the back of "Wandering Umbrella" Jian Zhengming in the room, nodded and praised: "This Youzi Umbrella seems to be a character, but it's a pity that he has become a lackey of the imperial court to provoke us. This time, hit me straight If I don’t teach them a lesson, how can I be worthy of the ancestors in Qi’s Hall.” Gan Hongqing said angrily from behind: "Long March! You always like to make trouble like this, you are so brave and ruthless!" Qi Changzheng turned around in astonishment, stared at her for a long time, then sighed deeply, and said: "I thought the past days that could no longer be saved came back to life. Four years ago, I killed the drama thief Zhi'er." After Emperor Cheng Wang returned to Nujiao Island, when you bandaged my wound, you said exactly these two sentences." Gan Hongqing lowered her head, tears finally came out of her eyes. Qi Changzheng smiled wryly, strode to the table, picked up a cup of tea, and poured it down his throat.Shaking his head, he said, "Aside from men crying, I'm most afraid of seeing women cry!" Gan Hongqing said angrily with tears in her eyes: "I have never cried in the past three years, and crying once is not too much, right?" When Qi Changzheng walked to the door and was about to step out, he suddenly turned his head and said plainly: "I thought I would never have the emotion of 'jealousy' in my life. But when the leader brought you back to the island that day, I just realized the taste of jealousy, and that is also a precious fragment in my memory. Hongqing, let everything live in memory, let the past pass, and a new day will welcome and embrace you. "After finishing speaking, he turned around slowly, stepped out the door, and walked away in the rain. Gan Hongqing watched the rain hitting Qi Changzheng, and suddenly had the illusion that it was not only Qi Changzheng's drenched back that was going away. It was also the back of Shangguan Ying. The figure from the back gradually transformed into waves turning into clouds. A bamboo basket is placed on a rosewood round table in the middle of the hall. Pang Ban silently looked at the bamboo baskets, even Fang Yeyu walked into the hall, went straight to his side and waited quietly, he was still not distracted at all, the black and white servants guarded both sides like two lifeless sculptures. Pang Ban looked up to the sky and sighed, and asked, "What do you see, Ye Yu, from the bamboo basket that Lang Fanyun wove by himself?" Fang Yeyu said as if he knew that Pang Ban would ask him this question, "Lang Fanyun has the most precise pair of skillful hands in the world, even if he finds the most skilled craftsman in the world, he can weave nothing more than this .” Pang Ban snorted angrily: "But who can express the power of 'balance' so vividly through this bamboo basket like the waves turning over the clouds." Fang Yeyu was shocked all over, and stared intently at the bamboo basket. The bamboo basket was placed on the table in a stable manner, as expected, there was no deviation to the right, let alone a deviation to the left. Pang Ban said coldly: "When the world is opened, yin and yang are judged. If there is positive, there must be negative. If there is good, there will be negative. The ultimate way of heaven and earth is just a way to control these kinds of forces. In a word, it is the word 'balance'. So The balanced power that emerges from this bamboo basket can be used to launch the rain-covering swordsmanship of waves and clouds, and it has indeed reached the realm of advancing to the Tao, observing, knowing and stopping, and doing as God wants to do." Fang Yeyu took the opportunity to ask: "So what if Li Ruohai is compared to the waves and clouds?" Pang Ban said indifferently: "The two martial arts have reached the first-class realm, and the difference is in the cultivation of the two. Li Ruohai's heart is full of sadness and passion for pursuing martial arts, while Lang Fanyun is the remembrance of his dead wife. Blending wine into life, if you want to use two words to describe their difference, Li Ruohai is domineering, while Lang Fanyun is leisure. The domineering and leisure that come rushing!" Fang Yeyu felt a burst of excitement, only Pang Ban could analyze these two peerless masters so thoroughly, only he had the vision and qualifications. Pang Ban looked up to the sky with a long smile and said: "What a Li Ruohai, this is the first time that I, Pang Ban, has been injured in sixty years." He pondered for a while, and said softly: "Ye Yu, do you know? I like the feeling of being injured now, It was very fresh, and it stimulated me to think of things that I would not normally think about, and to do things that I would not normally do." Fang Yeyu asked in surprise, "What does Master want to do?" Pang Ban smiled slightly and said: "Find me the most famous brothel here, book a banquet there tonight, find the most famous courtesan to accompany the drink, I want to invite a distinguished guest." Fang Yeyu asked in astonishment, "Who are you inviting?" Pang Ban said: "'Poison Hand' Gan Luo!"