The sunset glow in the western sky gradually changed from gorgeous to plain, and a touch of setting sun also disappeared behind the green mountains. As a result, the spring breeze blowing on this quiet mountain path also began to feel a little chilly. The moon rises, from the bottom of the mountain valley in the east, and gradually rises to the top of the leafy forest beside the mountain road, the wind blows the trees, and the shadows of the trees dance.In the dense forest, suddenly, a clear voice came out, and sighed loudly: "The moon and stars are rare, and the wind is as clear as water. Humans don't look at the mountains when they return from the five mountains. , but not under the majesty of Mount Tai and the splendor of Mount Hua." Following the words, a young man with a flamboyant suit and a long body in a weak crown slowly walked out from the forest, with a handle hanging slantingly from his waist. A green sharkskin scabbard, and a long sword with a green front and a purple gold mouth.Under the moonlight, at a glance, this young man's eyebrows are bright, his eyes are like bright stars, his clothes flutter with the wind, like a jade tree facing the wind.

He turned his eyes around and walked a few steps forward, only to hear the faint sound of running water coming along with the wind.He raised his sword eyebrows, and suddenly said in a slow voice: "Going to the depths of Yunshan Mountain, the spring breeze blows away the sound of running water..." Suddenly he turned his head and shouted: "Nang'er, quickly bring my pen and inkstone." Wei Wei He shook his head: "If you continue to walk so slowly, next time you go to the mountains, you'd better stay with Guan Fu at the bottom of the mountain." In the woods, a boy with long hair came out in response, holding a bluestone inkstone in one hand, two purple wolf hair brushes in the other, and a huge color bag slung across his side, he strode up to the boy, panting, The brush in his hand was handed over to the young man in brocade clothes, and he took out a piece of light green rice paper from the color pouch, panting and said: "Young Master, Nang'er followed you from Hebei to Jiangnan through all kinds of hardships, in order to learn more from you. , Young Master wants to leave Nang'er and that stupid Ah Fu at the foot of the mountain, that Nang'er will die of anger."

The young man in brocade clothes smiled slightly, took the pen and paper, and wrote with a pen: "Walking deep into the cloud mountain, the spring breeze blows away the sound of running water." He casually stuffed this letter into the color pouch under the bag's ribs. Nang'er's two big black eyes rolled, and said with an innocent smile: "Young master, you seem to be very fond of poetry today. From the time you went up the mountain to now, you have written more than 30 lines of poems, which is more than you did that day. There are more things to do on the way of Mount Tai. But—” He paused slightly, rolled his eyes around, and then said: “It’s already dark now, young master, let’s go down the mountain quickly with the bag. The front is dark and quiet, maybe something will come out and take a bite out of the pouch, my lord—”

The young man in brocade clothes walked forward with his hands behind his back. At this moment, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he turned his head to stare at the boy. He was so horrified that he dared not say anything below.The young man in brocade raised his eyebrows, and said in a pleasant voice: "Stay with me, what are you afraid of? Even if you can't go down the mountain tonight, as long as you have the long sword at my waist, will you be eaten by the tiger?" The hair-haired boy "Nang'er" pursed his lips into a smile, two deep dimples appeared on his cheeks, but he immediately lowered his head, as if he didn't want to show the smile on his face to the young master.

Tens of feet ahead, the sound of a spring came suddenly, the young man in brocade clothes looked up, and saw that the cliff on the opposite side was like a cut, and below it was a wide stream with a width of eight or nine feet. The young man in brocade clothes flashed his eyes, took a few steps first, and looked down at the bottom of the stream, which was more than twenty feet deep. The mountain spring flowed down from the top of the mountain, and flew towards him like a silver dragon, crashing into the dangerous rocks in the stream.The pearls fly and the clouds dance, the moon shines brightly, the waves are swaying, the sound of the water is murmuring, and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves of the trees is in harmony with each other, and the echo of the empty mountain is more clear and strong.

The young man in brocade clothes stood beside this impenetrable stream. Fang suspected that there was no way to go up the mountain. Flying pearls and jade splashed on his body one by one. There is a small single-plank bridge hanging obliquely from the cliff on the opposite side, and built on the shore here. At the end of the bridge on the opposite side, amidst the shade of leaves, a red light was raised high and swayed with the wind.The young man in brocade clothes moved his eyes, his face couldn't help showing joy, he looked back and said with a smile: "You don't have to be afraid, right? There must be people in the place where there are lights in front. Let's spend the night here tonight and go down the mountain early tomorrow. It's no better than now. Is it much better to go down the mountain?"

The hairy boy frowned suddenly, walked over hurriedly, and said, "My lord, people who live in this barren mountain must not have a good road, maybe they are more terrifying than tigers and worms, my lord." Let’s go down the mountain quickly with the pouch!” The young man in brocade clothes smiled and said: "Aren't you usually quite courageous? Why are you so scared now? We have no luggage, nor gold and silver. Are we afraid that someone will kill us for money?" Yixuan stretched out his hand to caress the hilt of the sword, and said loudly: "I have been studying for seven years, and have learned swordsmanship for three years. If I really meet a thief—hehe, maybe my sword will be worth a fortune. "

As he stroked his sword, his expression was very proud, and he took big strides and walked towards the small single-plank bridge.Nang'er followed behind with a sad face, as if she had predicted that something unfortunate would happen. The ravine is deep and the cliff is steep, and the small single-plank bridge is built in the air. Although it is two feet wide, it is next to the precipitous ravine, and the waves are turbulent. Dazzling, let alone walking across the bridge. The young man in brocade clothes walked to the bridge, his eyes were slightly wrinkled, he turned his head and said to the boy, "I'll go over and have a look first, if you dare not come over, just wait for me here for a while." Although he was talking, his gaze was carefully Look at the footing ahead.

Although this young man in brocade clothes is a son of a rich family, but he is very strong by nature, he is a person who would rather bend than bend, and his courage is usually higher than ordinary people. Now seeing this extremely dangerous single-plank bridge, he has no trace of timidity in his heart. As soon as he checked, he walked up the bridge in big strides, his steps were very steady, it was obvious that he had worked hard on martial arts. The mountain wind was strong, and it made his loose scribe clothes rattle.The sound of the spring below was deafening, but he looked straight at it, and although his expression was extremely cautious, there was no sign of uneasiness.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the opposite cliff, looked around, and saw a small stone hut on the side of the wooden bridge, hidden by trees. Picked out of the window. With a thought in his mind, he wanted to turn around and tell his close-knit book boy, but he didn't know that when he turned his head, the boy with long hair came over from the wooden bridge and was standing behind him at this moment. He couldn't help showing a smile for it, and said: "I don't see how you dare to come over." Nang'er pursed his lips and said with a smile: "A strong general has no weak soldiers under his command. You are so courageous. If Nang'er is too timid, don't you think you will be laughed at by others?"

The young man in brocade clothes nodded slightly, and lightly patted him on the shoulder, subconsciously applauding him, but he heard the bag and shouted again: "My son lost his way in the mountains, and I want to use your place to rest for a night. I don't know if your master is convenient." convenient?" I could only hear the echoes from the four mountains "...convenient...convenient..." from far away, one after another, there was an endless response, but there was no response from the stone hut. The young man in brocade furrowed his brows slightly, lifted the corner of his shirt, dashed over, poked his head into the room, his complexion suddenly changed.Push, push, involuntarily took two steps back. The long-haired boy rolled his eyes, and ran over in a big stride. After seeing it, his face turned pale with horror, and he blurted out in surprise, shook his body twice, and almost fell to the ground. It turned out that in the stone house, on both sides of the wooden table, there were actually two corpses lying one on the other. At a glance, I saw that the bodies of these two people were extremely strong, but their heads had turned into a ball of meat paste, and even their faces I can't tell the difference.The bleak light from the oil lamp on the table reflected on the two corpses, adding a chill to the already extremely quiet and secluded mountain. A cicada sang, swaying across the air, Nang'er shuddered, and tremblingly said: "Young master, let's go quickly!" The young man in brocade furrowed his brows deeply, bowed his head in thought, did not answer his words at all, and thought secretly: "What is this place? How did these two people die here? The oil lamp on the table has not been turned off, so it is obvious that they have not died for long But where did the person who killed them go? I went up the mountain, but I didn’t see anyone coming down from the mountain. Could it be that this person ran back inside after killing people?” With his right hand tightly grasping the hilt of the sword wrapped with a ribbon, cold sweat was already dripping from his palm, he gritted his teeth in secret, and thought to himself: "I have learned swordsmanship for three years, although I haven't achieved much, but there are few swordsmen in the capital, but more than half Not my opponent. I remember when I was learning swords, my master once said to me that a knight-errant in the world does not rely on martial arts to be strong, but to help others in need, help the weak and eliminate the strong, in order to be called a "Xia". I usually use the word 'Xia' to myself, but now when I encounter such a thing, how can I walk away? Anyway, I have to find out what happened." As soon as I thought of this, I felt a sense of arrogance in my heart. I glanced and saw a small stone step on the left side of the stone house, winding down the cliff. The stars and stars in the water under the cliff reflect the stars and the moon in the sky so vividly that it turns out to be a paddy field.Behind the paddy fields, there are shadows of houses, like a manor house, and there are some lights, which are reflected from the shadows. The long-haired boy was full of anxiety, looking at the young man in brocade, wishing that he would go away with him immediately, far away from this strange place. Unexpectedly, the young man in brocade clothes bowed his head in thought for a while, and then strode down the stone steps.He secretly sighed, and had no choice but to follow closely behind. The sound of the wind piercing through the valley was like complaints and complaints. Under the four mountains, there seemed to be a desolate chill. The young man in brocade walked quickly and passed through some ridges. On the left was a big stream about two feet wide, swaying and turbulent. The trees all turned into a mysterious silvery purple. On the opposite side of the mountain lay across, but at the foot of the mountain, a lonely villa was built.Walking closer, the shadows of the pavilions and towers became very clearly visible. Outside the villa, there is a fence about Zhang high, and a black and bright gate, which is built to the south, is actually open at this moment.The copper knocker on the door looks like gold in the moonlight. The young man in brocade clothes paused at the door, stretched out his palm and patted the door knocker heavily, the copper rings hit each other, the sound was resounding, echoed far away in the empty mountain, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time. But there was still silence inside the door, without even the slightest response.The young man in brocade frowned, and was about to break through the door, but suddenly there was a "Gai" sound behind him. Shocked, he twisted his waist and made a wrong step, jumped three feet away, with a sound of "clang", drew out his sword, turned around and held the sword, and looked around.Under the moonlight, I saw a frog leaping like flying towards the paddy field. Nang'er opened his big eyes and stared at him blankly. There was still silence all around, even a little scary. He couldn't help laughing inwardly, secretly said: "Ashamed!" He turned and walked towards the door. As soon as he stepped into the door, his whole body involuntarily shivered, and he stood at the door blankly, almost no longer having the courage to take a step inside. In the courtyard inside the black lacquered gate, there were dead bodies lying on the ground. The death condition was the same as that of the two strong men in the stone house before. There was no wound on the whole body, but the top of the head was beaten to pieces.The cold moonlight reflected the blood stains on the ground as red as purple. In the courtyard and the hall, the lights were dim and yellow, shining through the thin window paper. No matter how courageous the young man in brocade clothes is, he can't help but break out in cold sweat at this moment. Tang'er was quietly tugging at the skirt of his clothes from behind, but he was too shocked to speak. Standing with his sword in his hand, he could only feel the evening wind blowing on his body, making him feel more and more chilly. He moved his feet and was about to turn around and go away, but when he changed his mind, he whispered to himself again: "Guan Ning, Guan Ning, you Now that you have come here, whether it is a blessing or a disaster, you have to make a breakthrough. You usually despise the anticlimactic people the most, have you become such a person?" He straightened his chest, waved his right hand slightly, and there was a flash of blue sword light, and he passed through the courtyard full of corpses in this flash of sword light, but he never dared to look at him again. A look at those corpses. Although the distance from the courtyard gate to the hall gate is only a few zhang, but at this moment, in his eyes, it is almost unattainably long, as if thousands of mountains and rivers are blocked in the middle. He slowly climbed the stone steps, pushed open the two half-closed doors in front of the hall with the tip of the sword in his hand, coughed dryly, and said in a deep voice, "Is there anyone in the room? But please come out and speak." Naturally, there was no response from the inside of the room, and the hall door opened completely with a "ah".He took a closer look and saw that there was no one in the hall. He let out a long breath in secret, and looking back, the bag was still following behind him in despair, the left hand holding the stone inkstone was trembling unceasingly, and the ink in the stone inkstone was dripping everywhere because of it splashed out. He patted the boy's shoulder pitifully, walked through the hall, and turned his eyes around. On the coffee table in the hall, there were still bowls of tea covered with lids, which were neatly arranged and did not look messy. .He couldn't help thinking to himself: "The tea is still there, but where are the tea drinkers? The corpses in the courtyard are all dressed as servants, and the tea drinkers must be the masters of this place." He counted secretly, and there were seventeen teacups on the table. He couldn't help thinking to himself: "There must have been many guests here just now, but where have all these people gone? The corpses in front seem to be all The master's domestic slaves, were they all killed by these guests?" He nodded slightly in secret, very satisfied that he still had the ability to think in this situation.It's just that he doesn't know that although his thoughts are reasonable, they are far from the truth! While thinking about it, he walked through the hall and walked out through the side door on the right. There is a corridor outside the hall, with Zhulanhuadong, which is extremely exquisitely built.The courtyard outside the corridor is deep, and a path made of white stone winds and leads to the depths of the courtyard. Holding the long sword in his hand, he walked over step by step. Fang Zi walked three or five steps, his eyes shifted, and suddenly he saw the two sides of this path, and there were lying on each side the corpse of a bearded man in a fine attire. Fang Zi drew half of his big knife, and there was no scar on his body, only the blood on the top of his head was blurred, and the blood stains were deeply immersed in the mud beside the path. Guan Ning, a young man in brocade clothes, froze in his heart, waved his long sword, and still walked forward. After walking three or five steps away, he saw two gleaming long swords crossed on the stone path. He stopped walking, turned his eyes to look, and on both sides of the path, there were indeed two corpses lying upside down, both of them were fat, and they were all dressed in strong clothes.One person held a sword in his left hand, and the other held a sword in his right hand. Although the sword points were on the same side, the corpses were far apart, and they were lying on the ground with blood stains on their hairlines, and the scars were the same as the corpses seen before. Looking at the two corpses, the young man in brocade was stunned for a while, but felt dizzy in his mind for a moment, and he even forgot his fear. A few steps ahead was the body of an old man with a long beard, and in front of him were three Taoist priests in blue robes who died side by side.Then I saw the corpses of two monks wearing cassocks, lying on the road. There were no wounds on their bodies, but their heads were covered with blood. Walking through this stone path, Guan Ning's gorgeous long gown was already tightly attached to his body.At this moment, the spring cold is still very heavy, but he is already sweating through his heavy shirt. At the end of the stone path is a small hexagonal pavilion, built alone on a rock.Guan Ning climbed up the steps in a daze, a blood stain flowed straight down from the pavilion, and flowed on the top stone step.He didn't need to take another look to know that there must be several corpses inside the hexagonal pavilion, and the scars on the corpses were the same as before. He read it silently, and thought to himself: "A big man with a beard, a fat swordsman, an old man with a long beard, a Taoist in blue robes, and a monk in monk clothes, there are ten in total—but there are seventeen tea bowls, and there should be seven in this pavilion." Corpse?" When he saw the first corpse, in addition to being terrified, there was also a mixture of anger and sadness in his heart.There is still sorrow for the fox when the rabbit dies. When people see human corpses, they will naturally feel sad too. But at this moment, he seemed to be a little numb—it was because of excessive panic, and also because of excessive sorrow and anger, so he was able to calculate this cold question in his heart. Stepping on the last stone step, he looked blankly into the pavilion, and saw a lame beggar in ragged clothes, lying down on the stone steps, with a disheveled head hanging outside the pavilion, looking from his head. The blood stains that flowed from the ground flowed down the stone steps. A thin old man covered in black lay down tightly next to him, a dark crutch was inserted obliquely into the ground, halfway into the soil, smashing the stone slabs on all sides to pieces. It is obvious that this lame was thrown by a beggar before death, how amazing the strength is. But Guan Ning didn't notice this, his eyes turned to a stunning young woman in a light red blouse.The young woman's body was lying on the same side as a middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and slender nose, also in a red shirt.The moonlight slanted, and although their heads were dripping with blood, the ugly scars still couldn't conceal the peerless beauty of this pair of men and women. Guan Ning secretly sighed in his heart, only to hear a heavy sigh from Nang'er behind him, but he couldn't tell what the meaning of this sigh was. It must have been a mixture of horror and grief! The long sword in his hand hung down weakly, and the tip of the sword touched the ground paved with stone slabs, making a soft "dang" sound. His eyes followed the tip of the sword, passed over the corpses of the pair of beautiful men and women, and stayed on a pair of feet wearing Tengyun shoes with the word "Fu". So his heart "pounded" and he hardly dared to move his gaze upwards, because the feet were standing straight. "Is there even a living person here?" His footsteps moved back bluntly, and his eyes moved up slowly involuntarily—— A thin and slender figure in a white shirt was clinging tightly to the vermilion pillars of the hexagonal pavilion. A pair of bony palms with five fingers like hooks grasped the railings on both sides of the pavilion pillars. Inside the scarlet fence, but his head was hanging limply. "He's dead too." Guan Ning sighed, "It's just that he didn't fall down." Looking at the corpse that was still standing after death, he couldn't help being stunned for a while again, but he didn't know that his pair of shoes had already stepped on the bright red blood stain. A cloud covered the moonlight, and the already gloomy earth felt even more desolate at this moment. The stars are as white as the moon, the moon is as white as the wind, only the blood stains on the ground... what color should the blood stains be? The long-haired boy was still holding the square stone inkstone in his hand, and following his master's gaze, he also stared blankly at the corpse that had not fallen down after death, and at the snow-white dress he was wearing. The robe, the pure white silk sash tied around the waist. "Before this life, he must have been an extremely handsome and unrestrained person, right?" It's a pity that his head was hanging down, so he couldn't see his face clearly, and he certainly didn't have the courage to go up and take a closer look. But Guan Ning was thinking about another question in his mind. "...the blue-robed Taoist, the lame beggar, the black-clothed old man, the red-shirted couple, and the white-robed scholar, there are no more than fifteen people in total, but there are seventeen teacups in the hall...then , there are two more people? Could these two be the murderers who killed these people? But who are these two people? Are they the hosts here? I'm afraid no one will ever be able to answer these questions." He swept his eyes away, sighed secretly and thought: "These corpses must have been knight-errants and nobles, but now they died without knowing why, and there is no one to bury their bones. Since this happened to me, Anyway, I have to bury their bodies. In the future, if I can find out who is the murderer, what is the reason for killing all these people, and who is right? In fact, I can kill all these people one by one. Even if someone has a reason to kill someone, the means are outrageous enough." Although this matter has nothing to do with him, this young man who is born with extreme nature feels righteous indignation at this moment, all the thoughts in his heart are related to this matter. The higher the moon rises, the thicker the shadows in the pavilion become.The evening wind from the east blew straight from behind him, who would have thought—— Amidst the sound of the wind, a sinister sneer suddenly came, and this laughter pierced his back like a sharp needle.This bone-piercing chill spread throughout his body in an instant. Shocked, he twisted his waist and made a wrong step, turned around suddenly, looked up, and saw a skinny old man wearing five-color clothes slowly walking down the stone steps outside the pavilion. On the top of the hair, a long purple red hairpin that is not jade or wood is used to make a place. On the face with high cheekbones and deep cheeks, eyes like goshawks, staring at Guan Ning motionlessly. Seeing such a strange person suddenly in this situation, no matter how courageous Guan Ning is, he couldn't help feeling chills in his heart, he couldn't help but take two steps back, leaning the tip of his sword on the ground, and let out a very unpleasant "" The sound of "Sisi" combined with the gloomy sneer sounded even more harsh. This skinny old man in colorful clothes walked with his hands down, his whole body barely moving, his slender body had already walked in slowly from outside the pavilion. Guan Ning tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, raised his eyebrows slightly, and shouted sharply: "Who are you? You killed these tragic deaths?" The corner of the skinny old man's mouth moved slightly, killing intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, he stretched out his palm without saying a word, and grabbed Guan Ning's chest. I saw this dark and thin palm, the fingertips were slightly curved, and the nails were curled into a ball.Guan Ning felt a chill in his heart, raised his arm slightly, and raised the long sword in his hand to his chest.Unexpectedly, the skinny old man sneered again suddenly, his fingernails stretched out like electricity, white as jade, cold as iron, like five air-conditioned short swords. Guan Ning was shocked, and took another step back, only to see this palm, although it was coming slowly, it controlled his whole body, no matter where he dodged, he would inevitably be caught by these five cold as swords. With your finger, poke a few holes. In an instant, he thought about all the martial arts moves he had learned like lightning, but he couldn't think of any move that could block the slow attack of this palm. In desperation, he yelled loudly, swung his right hand violently, the blue light burst out, and swung the long sword in his hand towards the skinny old man who looked like a ghost with all his strength. Unexpectedly, when the sword was halfway through, he felt his whole body tremble and his wrist loosened. For some reason, the long sword in his hand was already in someone else's hand. But seeing the thin old man hold the tip of the sword in one hand, and with a light wave, the long sword made of refined steel was actually broken into two pieces, and with a sound of "dang", the hilt fell on the body of the old man in black. Then there was another sound of "snatching", the blue light flashed slightly, and the half-length sword held in the hand of the skinny old man was gently swung by him, and the whole root of the long sword sank into the beams on the pavilion, leaving only half an inch behind. The blade of the sword was emitting a blue light. Guan Ning Xing admired You Xia. A few years ago, he did everything possible to worship under the tutelage of a famous escort in the capital. He had learned swordsmanship for three years, and he thought he had already mastered some skills in swordsmanship. Only now did he know when he competed in front of this skinny old man. The martial arts I have learned is really like a drop in the ocean, even one ten-millionth of others' is not comparable to it. It's a pity that he knew it too late, the palms of the skinny old man slowly grabbed his chest again.He let out a long sigh in his heart, Fang Dai tried his best, threw himself on his body, and fought the old man in colorful clothes.Although he already knew that he would never be able to escape from the grasp of this mysterious old man today, but it is absolutely impossible for him to wait for death with his eyes closed. Unexpectedly, at the moment when his whole body strength was about to be released, there was a sharp scream from his side, and a gust of wind, with a black shadow in between, hit the skinny old man head-on. The skinny old man frowned, as if he was shocked in his heart, stretched and retracted his palm, and took the black shadow in his hand, which was cold and seemed to be stained with water. He couldn't help being shocked again, not knowing what kind of hidden weapon this was.Looking down, it turned out to be a stone inkstone, Fang Zi cursed secretly, but saw palm shadows flying in front of his eyes, and there was already a palm of both hands hitting him head-on and face-to-face.Although his palm style is weak, his moves are extremely tricky, although his kung fu is proficient, he has no choice but to dodge his body slightly to avoid the one move or two moves of his palms hitting his face. This sudden turn of events made Guan Ning startled slightly, and looking intently, he couldn't help being surprised again, the person who struck the skinny old man with two palms like lightning was actually his close book boy. After the skinny old man's figure flashed slightly, with a flick of his robe sleeves, the figure in front of him flew straight away. He glanced at the place, but saw that the other party was just a boy with long hair. He was also very surprised and couldn't speak for a long time. Come. As soon as Nang'er made a move, his body was blown away by the strong wind from his sleeves, he couldn't help but secretly horrified: "This man's martial arts are indeed unbelievably high." He retreated a few steps, and retreated to the side of the pavilion, Fang Zi stabilized himself However, he shouted loudly: "Who are you, old ghost? Why did you harm my young master?" The small chest straightened out, and he strode towards the skinny old man again, his eyes widened. The cowering attitude that he had shown, at this moment, did not exist on his face at all. At this moment, in Guan Ning's heart, he was shocked and ashamed.He never imagined that the boy Chuitiao who he rescued from the ice and snow in the western outskirts of the capital actually possessed martial arts and was much higher than himself, but he never showed it off in front of others, while he only learned two or three ways of swordsmanship. , I am already conceited.As soon as I thought of this, I felt ashamed in my heart, and I was stunned on the spot, almost unable to lift my head. The skinny old man gave Guan Ning a slight look, and shot it like an arrow on Nang'er, but he still didn't speak.Nang'er rolled his eyes, and said again loudly: "My young master is a scholar, and he has never had any enmity with you, why do you want to hurt him as soon as we meet? You are so old, but you are not ashamed to attack a younger generation?" The skinny old man suddenly smiled coldly, and said sharply, "Where did you learn that 'dragon, flying and phoenix dance' move just now? Who is Jinwan Iron Palm and Du Cang?" His voice was sharp, like howling a wolf. Nang'er's complexion changed, but his eyes rolled, and he returned to normal in an instant and said: "Don't ask me about my master's background, and I won't tell you. Anyway, my son is not from the martial arts, he just wants to travel around. I just came here by accident. The vendettas in your arena have nothing to do with us. Even if you killed these people, we would not say it. If you let us go today, I must be grateful to you The benefits of today, I will never say anything about it." The skinny old man changed his expression slightly, and said with a sneer: "You are very interesting, my old man would not bear to hurt you, but—" With a sudden lift of his right palm, the stone inkstone that was just held in his hand shot out again.Nang'er only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and before he had time to understand what was going on, the stone inkstone, which was like a thunderbolt, hit his face impartially. The skinny old man stared blankly at Nang'er, let out a wild roar, fell down slowly, and said coldly, "It's only because you went to the wrong place." Guan Ning: "The old man has to be more cruel." Following the words, he slowly walked towards Guan Ning again, and stretched out his thin hand like a bird's claw. Guan Ning saw this growing up, the young boy who was supposed to enjoy the best time of his life lost his life because of himself, his heart was filled with grief and indignation, he suddenly stood up and looked at him with resentment. With this cruel devil.As long as this person takes another step forward, he will rush forward without hesitation. Unexpectedly, the skinny old man turned his gaze away, and his whole body trembled suddenly. In the blink of an eye, his face was full of panic, his footsteps stopped, his shoulders shook slightly, he suddenly jumped upside down, turned over in the air, and felt like an electric shock. swept out.I saw the wide colorful robe fluttering slightly, and his thin body like a wind bamboo disappeared into the heavy night outside the pavilion. Guan Ning was taken aback, almost unable to believe his eyes.Although he is an extremely intelligent person, after all, he has just entered the rivers and lakes and encountered such weird and complicated things. He is ten times stronger than others, and he can't understand the truth of this matter. He was dazed for a while, and his heart suddenly moved. When he turned his head, his heart couldn't help but suddenly jumped again, and the blood in his whole body almost stopped because of it. The white-robed corpse standing with its head down has raised its head at this moment, and a pair of palms that were deeply inserted into the railing are also slowly being pulled out.In the night, I saw this man with high browbones, sharp nose, pale complexion as if carved from jade, a trace of blood, flowing from the hairline, flowing through his thick black eyebrows, closed eyelids, along the hollow of the nose, Flowing into the beard under his chin. This pale complexion, like a carved face, against his snow-white robe, made him look like an unattainable statue of a god. But that trace of bright red blood stains brought him an indescribable sense of desolation. Guan Ning was dumbfounded and stared in horror, only to see the middle-aged scholar in white shirt slowly opened his eyes, looked around in a daze, his eyes paused on Guan Ning, and then walked straight over. Guan Ning sighed inwardly, knowing that he had been involved in an extremely mysterious and complicated incident today.Whether it is a blessing or a curse, although it is still unknown, but at this moment, it is definitely a disaster rather than a blessing. This white-robed scribe walked towards him as soon as he woke up, which was definitely not good for him.At this moment, in this situation and in this situation, I am an outsider who suddenly intervenes here, so it is no wonder that people treat me like this.As soon as he thought of this, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he simply stood there motionless, waiting for changes. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged scribe took two steps, then stopped suddenly, lowered his eyes, and bowed his head in thought for a while, as if he was thinking about something.Guan Ning was surprised again, but he heard him talking to himself: "Who am I? Who am I?..." He stretched out his palm suddenly, patted his head again and again, and kept talking to himself: "Who am I, who am I..." The voice became louder and louder, and suddenly he ran wildly, rushed out of the pavilion, and rushed down the stone. steps, only to hear him still shouting loudly. "Who am I... who am I..." The shouting voice became farther and farther away, and gradually fell silent. So Guan Ning, who was already at a loss, felt as if he was in a dark and deep fog at this moment, he couldn't figure out the slightest clue, only felt that his usual power of thinking about things was useless at this moment.In my heart, I was clogged with grief, grief, guilt, surprise, horror, doubt—all kinds of emotions seemed to be shattered into pieces. This matter had nothing to do with him originally, but at this moment, it changed his life destiny.When he walked across the small single-plank bridge, how could he have expected all these things? Suddenly—— A slight groan sounded from his side, and he quickly turned his head and bent down. Lying in front of the couple in red shirts who were leaning side by side in front of the pavilion railing, the face was covered with blood stains, and the straight bridge of the nose was also battered into a mutilated bone and flesh. At this moment, he reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at Guan Ning, and seeing that he was still living in front of his eyes, with a bloody face, he burst into a joyful smile, which seemed to be extremely comforting.Because, my own death finally paid the price. Guan Ning only felt that all the emotions in his heart turned into deep sorrow at that moment, and two teardrops burst out of his eyes—— Cold tears flowed on his hot cheeks, and also flowed into his hot heart. He still let it flow down, without reaching out to wipe it off, he choked up and said: "Nang'er, you...why did you treat me like this, how can I repay you!" The smile on Nang'er's face didn't fade away, and he said intermittently: "Young Master's great kindness to Nang'er...Nang'er can't be repaid in death, this...what is this? If there is no Young Master...Nang'er and Nang'er Eldest sister has long since froze to death and starved to death.” He twisted his body in pain, but at this moment his heart is peaceful, because of any pain, he can bear it with a smile on his face, and then said: "As long as the son is alive, it doesn't matter if the son is dead, but... ...Nang'er has one thing in her heart that she can't let go of." Guan Ning suppressed his grief, choked with sobs and continued: "If there is anything that Nang'er can't let go, I will definitely do it for you, even if it is as difficult as heaven... But don't be afraid, Nang'er will not die. If a child as good as Nang'er dies, what kind of world is this world?" Nang'er smiled sadly and closed his eyes quietly, paused silently for a while, and then said: "Nang'er is dead, I hope the young master treats Nang'er's sister well. Nang'er's sister is also very good. ... Let Nang'er's elder sister serve the young master's wife. If the young master doesn't like other girls in the future... then he will like Nang'er's older sister. Alas—the elder sister is really kind to Nang'er, but Nang'er can never look at her It's the eldest sister. Eldest sister, will you be sad?" 管宁方自忍住的眼泪，此刻便又不可遏止地流了下来。 过度的悲伤，已使他再也说不出话来。囊儿又睁开了眼睛，只见他不住地点着头，嘴角便又泛起一丝笑容，微声说道：“囊儿还有一件事，想求公子，公子一定答应囊儿，囊儿的……” 他这两句说得极快，但说到一半，便停止了，竟已说不出话来了。 他的嘴角，还带着一分笑容，因为他的生命虽然短促，却是光辉而灿烂的。他生得虽然困苦，死得却极安乐，他不曾亏负人生，人生却有负于他…… 人生，人生之中，不是常常有些事是极为不公平的吗？ 伏在囊儿的尸身上，管宁哀哀的痛哭了起来，将心中的悲哀，都和在眼泪之中如泉涌地哭了出来。有谁能说眼泪是弱者所独有的？勇敢的人们虽不轻易流泪，但当他流泪的时候，却远比弱者还要流得多哩！ 他也不知哭了多久，肩头突然被人重重拍了一下。他心头一跳，回头望处，却见那白袍文士，不知何时，又已站在他的身后，带着一脸茫然的神色，凝视着他，一字一字地问道：“我是谁？你知道吗？” 痛哭过后，管宁只觉心中空空洞洞的，亦自茫然摇了摇头，道：“你是谁，我怎么会知道？不管你是谁，与我又有什么关系？” 白袍中年文士呆了一呆，连连点着头，长叹了一声，缓缓说道：“与你本无关系，与你本无关系。”语声微顿，又道：“那么和谁有关系呢？” 管宁不禁为之一愕，又自摇了摇头，道：“和谁有关系，你问我，我也不知道，哼——我当然不会知道。” 那白袍文士又是一呆，突地双手疾伸，一把将管宁从地上抓了起来，竖眉吼道：“你不知道，我也不知道，那么谁知道？这里上上下下，前前后后，都是死人，我不问你，难道去问那些死人吗？” 管宁双肩被他抓在手里，但觉其痛彻骨，全力一挣，想挣脱他的手掌，但这中年文士的一双手掌，竟像是生铁所铸，他竭尽全力，也挣不脱，心中不禁怒气大作，厉声叱道：“你连自己是谁都不知道，活着还有什么意思，我看你——哼哼，还是死了算了。” 这中年文士双眉一轩，瞬又平复，垂下头去，低声自语道：“我连自己是谁都不知道，活着还有什么意思呢？” 突地手掌一松，将管宁放了下来，连声道：“是极，是极，我还是死了算了。” 转身一望，见到那只插在地下的铁拐杖，身形一动，掠了过去，将拐杖拔将起来，再一拧身，便又回到管宁身前，将拐杖双手捧到管宁面前，道：“就请阁下用这枝拐杖，在我头上一击，把我打死算了。” 管宁只觉眼前微花，这中年文士已将拐杖送到自己面前，身形之快，有如鬼物，心中方自骇然，听了他的话，却又不禁愣住了，忖道：“此人难道真的是个疯子？天下怎会有人连自己是谁都不知道？就算他是个疯子，也不至于会疯到这种地步呀！” 那中年文士等了许久，却见管宁仍在垂首想着心事，双眉一轩，道：“这枝拐杖虽然不轻，但你方才那一挣，两膀之间，至少有着两三千斤力气，这拐杖一定拿得起，来来来！就请阁下快些动手吧！” 他双手一伸，将拐杖送到管宁的身前，管宁连忙摇首，说道：“杀人之事，我不会做。阁下如果真的要死，还是你自己动手吧！” 那中年文士目光一凉，突地大怒道：“你叫我死了算了，却又不肯动手，难道要叫我自己杀死自己不成？哼！你这种言语反复之人，不如让我一杖打死算了。” 管宁心中一动，忖道：“方才我是挣了一下，此人便已估出我两膀的力气，不会是个疯子。” 他转念又忖道：“他让我动手杀他，必定是难弄于我。试想他武功之高，不知高过我多少倍，怎会无缘无故地让我打死？” 一念至此，他便冷冷说道：“阁下若是真的要死，我便动手好了。” 劈手夺过那枝黑铁拐杖，高高举起，方待击下，目光斜处，却见这中年文士竟然真的阖上眼睛，一副闭目等死的样子，举在空中的黑铁拐杖，便再也落不下去。 在这一刻之中，管宁心中思潮如涌，突地想起了许多事。 他手中的黑铁拐杖，仍高高举在空中，心中却在暗地寻思道：“我幼时读那先人札记中的秘辛搜奇，内中曾记载着一个完全正常之人，却常常会因为一个极大的震荡，而将自己一生之中的所有事情，完全忘却的——” 他目光缓缓凝注到那白袍书生的头顶之上，只见他发际血渍宛然，显然曾被重击，而且击得不轻，心念一动，心中又自忖道：“莫非此人亦因此伤，而将自己是谁都忘得干干净净？如此说来，他便非有心戏弄于我，而是真的想一死了之？” 目光一转，见这中年书生面目之上果然是一片茫然之色，像是已将生死之事，看做与自己毫无干系，因为生已无趣，死又何妨？ 管宁暗叹一声，又自忖道：“方才那身穿彩袍的高瘦老者，武功之高，已是令人难以置信，但他一见着这白袍书生，却连头也不敢回，就飞也似的逃了出去，显见这白袍书生必是武林之中，一个声名极大的人物，他的一生，也必定充满灿烂绚丽的事迹。而如今呢，他却将自己的一生事迹全部忘记。这些事迹，想必全是经过他无比艰苦的奋斗，才能造成的。唉——人们的脑海，若是变成一片空白，什么事也无法思想，什么事也不能回忆，甚至连自己的姓名都不再记得，那该是一件多么痛苦的事？若是有朝一日，我也变成如此，只怕我也会毫不犹疑，心甘情愿地，让别人一杖击死了。” 一念至此，他突地对这白袍书生，生起同情之心，手中高举的黑铁拐杖，便缓缓地落了下来，“当”的一声，落到地上。 那白袍文士倏然睁开眼来，见到管宁的目光呆呆地望在自己的脸上，双眉微皱，怒道：“你看我作什么，还不快些动手？” 管宁微喟一声，道：“生命虽非人世之间最最贵重之物，但阁下又何苦将自己大好的生命，看得如此轻贱？” 那白袍书生神色微微一动，叹道：“我活已觉无味，但求一死了之——”他双眉突又一皱，竟又怒声说道：“你这人究竟是怎么回事，方才叫我死了算了，此刻竟又说出这种话来，难道我自己的生死之事，竟要由你为我作主吗？” 管宁心中突地一动，暗暗忖道：“我方才所说的话，他此刻竟还记得，想必他神智虽乱，却还未至不可救药的地步。以他的武功，在江湖上必非无名之辈，认得他的人，必定也有很多，我若能知道他的些许往事，假以时日，也许能将他的记忆恢复，亦未可知。” 这念头在他心中一闪而过，在这一瞬之间，他便已立下帮助此人之心。一个生具至性之人，往往会因人家的痛苦，生出同情之心，而忘却自身的痛苦。管宁此念既生，便道：“小可虽是凡庸之人，却也能了解阁下的心境。阁下如能相信于我，一年之内，小可必定帮助阁下，忆起以往之事——” 白袍书生神色又为之一动，俯首凝思半晌，抬头说道：“你这话可是真的？” 管宁胸脯一挺，朗声道：“我与阁下素不相识，焉能有欺骗阁下之理？阁下若不相信，我也无法，只是要我动手杀死阁下，我却是万万无法做出的。” 右手一弹，将手中的黑铁拐杖，远远抛出亭外，身形一转，走到囊儿的尸身之前，再也不望那白袍文士一眼。 白袍书生又缓缓垂下头去，目光呆滞地停留在地面上，似乎在考虑什么，一时之间全身竟动都不动。 管宁俯身将囊儿的尸身抱了起来。眼见这半日之前，还活活泼泼地充满生气的稚龄童子，此刻却已变成僵硬而冰冷的尸身，心中不禁悲愤交集，感慨万千。愕了半晌，转身走出亭外，沿着石阶，缓缓走了下去。 庭院之中，幽黯凄清，抬首一望，星群更稀，月已西沉。 他沉重地叹息了一声，走到林荫之中，将囊儿的尸身，放了下来，折了段树枝，卷起衣袖，想掘个土坑，先将尸身草草掩埋起来。 泥土虽不甚紧，但那树枝却更柔脆，掘未多久，树枝便“啪”的断了，他便解下腰间的剑鞘，又继续掘了起来。 哪知身后突地冷哼一声，那白袍书生竟又走到他的身后，冷冷说道：“你这样岂不太费事了些？” 一把抢过管宁手中的剑鞘，轻描淡写地在地上一挑，一大片泥土便应手而起。 管宁暗叹一声，忖道：“此人的武功，确是深不可测，却不知又是何人，能将他击成重伤——那数十具尸身，伤势竟都相同，能将这些人在一段极短的时间里，都一一击毙，这实在有些不可思议。这些人在一夜之中，不约而同地到此间来，又同时被人击毙，这其中必定关系着一件极为重大隐秘之事。但这又是什么人呢？这些人又都是何许人物？这间庄院建筑在这种隐秘的地方，主人必定是非常人物，这主人又是谁呢？是否亦是那些尸身其中之一？这些人是否受了这主人的邀请，才同时而来？十七碗茶，却只有十五具尸身，那两人跑到哪里去了？若我能找到这两人，那么，此事或许能够水落石出，只是我此刻却连这两人是谁都不知道，所有在场之人，都死得干干净净，这白袍书生又变成如此模样，唉——难道此事将永远无法揭开，这些人将永远冤沉地底吗？” 他翻来覆去地想着这些问题，越想越觉紊乱，越想越觉无法解释—— 抬起头来，白袍文士早已将土坑掘好，冷冷地望着他。 他又自长叹着，将囊儿的尸身埋好，于是他点起一把火，让那些诗句都化为飞灰，飘落在囊儿的尸身上。他突然对囊中那些曾无比珍惜的诗句，变得十分轻蔑。在解下他身边的彩囊的刹那，管宁的眼泪，又忍不住流了下来。 跪在微微突起的土丘前，他悲哀地默视了半晌，暗中发誓，要将杀这无辜幼童的凶手杀死，为他复仇。 虽然他自知自己的武功，万万不是那身穿彩袍的诡异老人的敌手，但是他的决心，却是无比的坚定而强烈的。当人们有了这种坚定而强烈的决心的时候，任何事都将变得极为容易了。 白袍文士一言不发地站在旁边，面上竟也流露出一种淡淡的悲哀之意，直到管宁站起身来，他才低声问道：“现在要到哪里去呢？” 管宁沉重地移动着脚步，走出这悲凉的树丛。他知道这中年文士问他这句话的意义，已无异是愿意随着自己一起寻求这些疑问的解答。但此刻究竟该到哪里去呢？他却也茫然没有丝毫头绪。 步出树丛，他才发现东方已露出曙色了。这熹微的曙光，穿透浓厚的夜色，使得这幽黯凄清的庭院，像是有了些许光亮，但清晨的风吹到他身上，寒意却更重了。 更何况在那条蜿蜒而去的碎石小径上所倒卧的尸身，又替晨风加了几许寒意。 他默默地伫立了一会儿，让混沌的脑海稍微清醒，回过头道：“这些尸身，不知是否阁下素识？” 他话声微顿，只见那白袍文士茫然摇了摇头，低声道：“我也不记得了。” 管宁长叹一声，道：“无论如何，你也不能任凭他们的尸身，暴露于风雨之中。唉！这些人的妻子儿女若知道此一凶耗，不知要如何悲伤了。只可惜我连他们的姓名都不知道，否则我定要将他们的死讯，告诉他们的家人，也好让他们来收尸。” 说到后来，他话声也变得极其悲怆。 白袍文士呆了一呆，突地垂下头，自语道：“我的家人是谁？唉——我连我究竟有没有家都不知道。” 两人无言相对，默然良久，各自心中，俱是悲思难遣，不能自己。 大地由黑暗而微明，此刻阳光已从东方的云层中照射出来。 管宁默默地抬起这些尸身，将他们怀中的遗物，都仔细包在从他们衣襟上撕下的一块布里。因为这些东西纵然十分轻贱，然而在他们家人的眼中，其价值都是无比贵重。管宁暗中希冀有一天能将这些东西交到他们家人的手里，因为他深切地了解，这对那些悲哀的人，将是一种多大的安慰。 那白袍文士虽然功力绝世，但等到他们将这些尸身全部埋好在这深深的庭院中时，从东方升起的太阳，已经微微偏西了。 当他们掩埋这些他们甚至连姓名都不知道的尸身的时候，他们心中，却有如在掩埋最亲近的朋友一样的悲哀。 于是，在这相同的悲哀里，他们虽然没有说话，但是彼此之间，却都觉得亲近了许多，这在他们互相交换的一瞥里，他们也都了解到了。 但这可是一种多么奇妙的友谊的开始呀！ 踏着小径的血迹，走尽曲折回廊，走入大厅去—— 管宁目光一扫，神色突地大变，但觉一阵寒意，自心头升起，一时之间，竟惊吓得说不出话来。 那白袍文士茫然随着他的目光在厅中扫视一遍，只见桌椅井然，壁画罗列，厅门半开，窗纸昏黄，却没有什么奇异之处，心中不禁大奇，不知道管宁惊骇的是什么？ 因为他的记忆之力已完全丧失了，若他还能记得以前的事，那么他也一定会惊诧，甚至惊诧得比管宁还要厉害。 原来大厅的桌几之上，此刻竟已空无一物，先前放在桌上的十七只茶碗，此刻竟已不知到哪里去了。 瞬息之间，管宁心中，又被疑云布满，呆立在地上，暗地思忖道：“那些茶碗，被谁拿走了？他为什么要将这些茶碗拿走？难道这些茶碗之中，隐藏着什么不能被人知道的秘密吗？” 这些问题在他心中交相冲击。他无可奈何的长叹一声，走出大厅，因为他知道他纵然竭尽心力，也无法寻出答案。 院中仍有十数具尸身，管宁回头望了那白袍文士一跟，两人各自苦笑一声，又将这些尸身，都堆在大厅旁边的一间空房里。 管宁心中突地一动，低语道：“不知道这座庄院中的其他房间里，还有没有人在？” 话犹未了，白袍文士已摇首道：“我方才已看了一遍，这庄院中除了你外，再也没有一个活人了。” 于是管宁心中的最后一线希望，便又落空。 走出那扇黑漆大门，四面群山，历历在目，那片方自插下秧苗的水田，也像往昔一样的没有变动，只是插秧的人，却已无法等待自己种下的秧苗长成了。 蓦地——一阵清脆的铃声，从晨风中传来。两人面色各自一变，抢步走上石阶，定睛一望，只见隔涧对崖独木桥头，竟然俏然伫立着一个翠装少女，左手拿着一个拳大金铃，不住地摇晃，右手抬起，缓缓抚弄着鬓边的乱发，一双明如秋水的眼睛，眨也不眨地望着这石砌小屋顶上，正自满脸惊奇地自语道：“真奇怪，怎么这些人竟将一只已经烧得七零八落的灯笼，还高举在这里，难道这四明山庄里的奴才下人都死光了吗？” 日光之下，只见这翠装少女，云鬓如雾，娇靥如花，纤腰一握，临风如柳，说话的声音，更是如莺如燕，极为悦耳。 管宁目光动处，不禁为之一愕。他这一夜之间，身经这连串而来的诡异、残酷悲哀之事，此刻陡然见着这种绝美少女，在这种荒山之间出现，心中亦不知是惊，是奇。 那白袍书生面目之上，却木然无动于衷。这巨震之后，记忆全失之人，此刻情感的变化，全然不依常规，自然也不是别人能够揣测到的。 管宁微一定神，快步走上那独木桥，想过去问问这少女究竟是何来路。 哪知他方自走到一半，翠装少女秋波流转，亦自走上桥来，莲步轻移，已到了管宁面前，手中金铃一晃，冷冷道：“让开些。” 这道小桥宽才尺许，下临绝涧，势必不能容得两人并肩而立，管宁微微一怔，忖道：“这少女怎的如此蛮横，明明是我先上此桥，她本应等我走过才是，怎的却叫我让开？难道这少女亦是此间主人不成？” 他心念尚未转完，却见那少女黛眉轻颦，竟又冷冷说道：“叫你让开些，你听到没有？” 管宁剑眉微轩，气往上冲，不禁亦自大声道：“你要叫我让到哪里去？” 那翠装少女冷哼了一声，轻轻伸出一只纤纤玉指，向对岸一指，道：“你难道不会先退回去！哼——亏你长得这么大，连这点道理都不懂。” 管宁不禁又为之一愕，心想这少女看来娇柔，哪知说起话来，却如此蛮横无理，心中不觉更是恼怒，方待反唇，目光动处，却见这少女的一只有如春葱般的手指，已堪堪指到自己面前。 他本是世家之人，平生之中，除了自己家中之人外，从未与女子打过交道，此刻，这少女面面相对，香泽微闻，心中虽然气愤，但一转念便想：“我又何苦与女子一般见识。” 缓缓转回身，走了回去。目光瞥处，只见那白袍文士正自似笑非笑地望着自己。 这翠装少女微微一笑，眼光之中，像是极为得意，一手摇着金铃，袅娜走过桥来，眼波四下一转，便又自语着道：“这里的人耳朵难道都聋了不成，听到金铃之声，竟还不出来迎接神剑娘娘的法驾？” 管宁心中一动，暗中寻思道：“这'神剑娘娘'又是什么人？难道亦是此间主人请来的武林名人，却因来得迟了，因之而免于此次惨劫？” 心念一转，又忖道：“那么她对此间主人为什么要请这些武林豪士前来的原因，总该知道了，至少她也该认得这白袍文士到底是什么人。我从她身上，也许能将此事探出一些头绪亦未可知。”一念至此，他忍不住回转身去，向这翠装少女朗声问道：“神剑娘娘在哪里？可否为——” 语犹未了，这翠装少女便冷冷一笑，道：“神剑娘娘是谁，你都不知道吗？哼——”她又伸出玉指，指了指自己的鼻子，接道：“告诉你，神剑娘娘就站在你的面前，姑娘我就是神剑娘娘。” 管宁一怔，若不是心中仍然满腹心事，此刻怕早就噗哧笑出声来了。 这年纪最多不过十七八岁，天真未泯，稚态未消的少女，却自称“神剑”，自称“娘娘”，简直是有些岂有此理。 但这翠装少女，面上神情，却是一本正经，生像这根本是天经地义之事，不停地摇着手中金铃，秋波在那负手而立的白袍文士身上一转，便又毫不停留地望到管宁面上道：“你是什么人？还不快去告诉这里的庄主夫人一声，就说来自黄山的神剑娘娘专程来拜访她了。哼——想不到名闻天下的四明山庄，竟这样不懂规矩，叫个不懂事的小孩子来迎接客人。” 管宁目光抬处，但见这翠装少女此刻竟是负手而立，仰首望天，一副老气横秋的样子，心中不觉又是好气又是好笑，却又在暗中思忖道：“原来此间果然是名满江湖的所在，只可惜我阅历太少，连'四明山庄'这名字都未听过。若是师父他老人家在这里，便一定会知道这'四明山庄'的来历，也许和庄主是素识也说不定——只是庄主到底是谁呢？”便问道：“这四明山庄庄主是谁？庄主夫人又是谁？——”语犹未了，只见这翠装少女杏眼一瞪，像是不胜惊诧地说道：“你居然连'四明山庄'的庄主红袍客夫妇都不知道？喂，我问你，你到底是什么人？要知道在这'四明山庄'里乱闯，可不是玩的呀，一个不好，把小命赔上，