Chapter 32 Chapter 32: Longtan and Tiger's Lair

A light boat rides the lake full of night, goes north along Su Causeway, crosses Xileng Bridge, and moors at the foot of Baoshi Mountain. This distance was not close, and the light boat was not moving slowly, but Xiao Shishilang still chased it all the way. There was already a soft sedan chair waiting on the shore. The man in black abandoned the boat and landed, and got into the sedan chair. The boy who carried the lamp followed closely behind the sedan chair. The two people who carried the sedan chair had black satin belts tied around their waists, their shoes were pointed and pointed, their legs were wrapped in layers of waves, and they wore bamboo hats, but their upper bodies were bare, revealing their bronze-colored muscles.

Although the mountain road is difficult, they are walking on flat ground. The sedan chair is not light, but in their hands, it is as light as nothing. Xiao Shishilang suddenly discovered that the skills of these two bearers were no longer inferior to those of some famous Jianghu heroes. Tianzongli is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with masters like clouds. The small sedan climbed up the mountain road, and the moonlight was shining on the Baoti Pagoda on the top of the mountain. Xiao Shishilang didn't sleep, didn't eat, and paddled for nearly an hour. He should have felt very tired.

Even a hard-working person, there should be times when he can't hold on. Xiao Shishilang did not. It seemed that there was always a strange force in his blood supporting him. If he himself was unwilling to fall, no one could make him fall. From Yuexia's perspective, Juanjuan's independent Baoti Pagoda on the top of the mountain is even more beautiful and natural, but it is solid and there is no way to climb it. "King Qian entered the court and stayed in the capital for a long time. The people missed him and built a pagoda to pray for blessings." This is the origin of Baoti Pagoda.

There is a pavilion in front of the tower, and there seems to be a hazy figure in the pavilion, but it is covered by the shadow of the tower under the water. From a distance, there seems to be a person in the pavilion, but there seems to be no one. The red-waisted man carried the sedan chair all the way up, the moon and stars were sparse, and the sky and the earth were silent. The night is getting darker, but it is not longer. Xiao Shishilang also followed, and the lantern held by the boy in Tsing Yi looked like a sign guiding him the way. Could it be that Tianzong also has a secret branch on the top of Gem Mountain?

The big man who carried the sedan chair walked like flying, and the boy who carried the lamp was able to follow closely behind. There was still silence between heaven and earth, but the white paper lantern in the boy's hand suddenly went out. The bearer couldn't help but stop and turn around, only to see that the boy in Tsing Yi was still holding up the extinguished lantern with both hands, standing motionless. The man in black said, "See if the candle has burned out?" The voice was shrill, like a woman's voice. The man in black said again: "Take a candle and light the lamp."

She said two words in a row, but the boy in Tsing Yi didn't even respond at all, he still stood motionless. The bearer behind said: "Could it be possible that this child can fall asleep standing there? I'll go and see." The two put down the sedan chair together, and one bearer turned around and walked up to the boy, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You..." As soon as the word was said, the voice suddenly stopped, as if someone had suddenly stuffed something into his mouth. The boy who carried the lamp was stunned, and the bearer seemed to be stunned too.

The bearer in front said: "What's the matter with you two? Are you both asleep?" The boy didn't respond, and neither did the bearers, with both hands still on the boy's shoulders. Both of them stood motionless, as if they had turned into two wooden figures. The bearer in front shook his head, and walked over. Just as he walked in front of the two of them, he froze as if suddenly struck by some terrible magic. The three of them seemed to have been turned into wooden figures by a mysterious magic, which seemed indescribably mysterious and terrifying. Looking at it from a distance, Xiao Shishilang couldn't help feeling very surprised and surprised, even he didn't see what was going on.

Could it be that there is a demon god on the top of this mountain who likes to play tricks on the world, and always likes to turn mortals into idiots in this kind of bleak moonlit night? Xiao Shishilang was already dripping wet, but at this moment he couldn't help shivering. But the man in black was still sitting on the sedan chair, motionless. Had he been enchanted? Xiao Shishilang couldn't help but want to go over and take a look, when the man in black suddenly said coldly: "Okay! Good technique, tapping acupuncture points from the air, hurting people with rice grains, why does a peerless master like this hide and dare not see people?"

This time she spoke longer, and it sounded more like a woman's voice, but she lowered her voice on purpose. Could it be that the suzerain of Tianzong is a woman? Who is she talking to? Suddenly a person in Fengting said coldly: "I've been here all this time, can't you see?" A man walks from the darkness into the moonlight, wearing sackcloth and white socks, and the white cloth banner in his hand is fluttering in the wind, and there are eight characters on it. "The upper cave is dark, and the lower is clear and secluded." This person turned out to be that blind divination man with secretive movements and superb martial arts.

How could this blind man suddenly appear here again? Could it be that he is really the Xiaoyaohou, the son of heaven, who has practiced the "nine turns to rejuvenate a child, the magic skill of Wuxiang"? Why is he here waiting for the man in black? Seeing him suddenly appear, the body of the man in black seemed to have suddenly stiffened. After a long time, he finally let out his breath and said, "It's you!" The blind man said coldly, "You still recognize me?" The man in black finally got off the sedan chair, walked up to Fengting with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice, "You recognize me too?"

The blind man said coldly, "If I don't recognize you, who will?" The man in black sighed and said, "That's right, if you don't recognize me, who will?" The blind man said, "Now that I'm here, what do you think should be done?" The man in black said: "It's yours, so I should give it back to you." The blind man said, "Don't forget that even your life is mine." The man in black sighed again: "I haven't forgotten, and I won't forget." The blind man said: "I created the Tianzong by myself, you..." The man in black suddenly interrupted him and said, "How do you know I'm in Tianzong?" The blind man said, "Aside from you, who else knows the secret of Tianzong?" The man in black lowered his head and stopped talking. But they had already talked a lot. In the dead of night, the mountains were high and the wind was cold, Xiao Shishilang could hear every sentence clearly. There are obviously many secrets hidden in every sentence. A terrible secret. The more Xiao Shishilang listened to it, the more frightening he became, and he felt a chill in his heart that went down to the soles of his feet. The man in black suddenly said again: "You...you really want me to die?" The blind man said: "I have died once, this time it is your turn." The man in black said dejectedly: "I have already died once, why do you force me..." He made a sudden move, emitting a cold light, his men circled around the pillars of the hexagonal pavilion twice, but suddenly disappeared. The blind man turned around in the air, dodged his hidden weapon, and said sharply: "How dare you plot against me? You..." There was only one person left in the pavilion, but he was still shouting and cursing, but of course no one responded. A gust of wind blew by, the blind man suddenly shut up, and finally found that the man in black was gone. He stood alone in the darkness, looking pitiful and terrifying, suddenly he raised his head and laughed wildly, and said: "Don't forget that I created the Tianzong's thirty-six division hall, where else can you escape? " Laughter was shrill, and his people also circled around the pillar twice, and suddenly disappeared. The wind is colder and the stars are rarer. The bearer and the boy were still standing under the moonlight like wooden figures. The faces of the three of them were distorted, their eyes were protruding, and their mouths were wide open, as if they were shouting but could not hear the sound. Xiao Shishilang reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder. The boy fell on top of one bearer, and the bearer fell on the other. All three of them fell down straight. Their whole bodies were already cold and stiff, as if they had been crushed by someone first. Use the poisonous needle to touch the acupoints in the air, and the poison will cause death immediately. The horror of this hidden weapon technique is really unbelievable. It is even more incredible that the blind man and the man in black disappeared without a trace. Xiao Shishilang walked up to Fengting, stood where the man in black was standing just now, suddenly shouted, and drew his saber backhand. The light of the knife flew out like lightning, the wind of the knife whizzed past, and with a sound of "click", three of the six pillars in the hexagonal pavilion were cut off. Half of the pavilion collapsed with a "crash", and one of the three pillars was indeed empty, and there was a tunnel underneath. The construction of this mechanism tunnel is very ingenious, if you don't understand the ingenuity, even if you search for three days and three nights, you may not be able to find it. Xiao Shishilang didn't look for it at all, he used the simplest and most direct method. He used his knife. In the sky and on the earth, is there any other power that can compare to Xiao Shishilang's strike? The tunnel is damp and dark, the sun will never shine here, and the wind will never blow here. Walking down suddenly from the moonlit mountain is like stepping into a grave, or falling into hell. Xiao Shishilang walked down. As long as he can find out the answer to this secret, he would rather go to hell. Walking along the winding tunnel, the front is even darker. There is no light or a figure. The stone wall at the end is towering. If you touch it with your hands, you can tell that it is a huge stone Buddha. What about people? Could it be that the man in black and the blind man have been devoured by ghosts and monsters hiding in the darkness? Xiao Shishilang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened them again, and could vaguely discern the face of the stone Buddha. He already has a pair of bright eyes, and he can see many things that others cannot see. The huge stone Buddha also seemed to be looking at him above his head, with his head lowered and his brows lowered, with a solemn expression.I don't know whether I am angry at his blasphemy, or mourning what happened to him. ——If you really have a soul, why don't you show him a bright way?But you just sit here like an idiot, letting the world do evil under your eyes? ——Aren’t there many people in the world just like this stone Buddha, always standing by and pretending to be deaf and dumb? Xiao Shishilang looked at him and said with a sneer: "It seems that you are just a stubborn rock, why should I respect you?" Shi Buddha still sat quietly. He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, and no one or anything could disturb his peace. Xiao Shishilang clenched his knife again: "Everyone's life in this world is full of disasters and misfortunes. Everyone is bound to suffer. Why are you an exception?" He suddenly felt a kind of uncontrollable grief and anger in his heart, and couldn't help pulling out his knife again. He will use his sword to cut down all the misfortunes in the world. The light of the knife flashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the knife was slashing on Shi Buddha's broad chest. Suddenly there was a slight groan in the darkness. There was no one else in the tunnel, could it be that the stone Buddha made the groaning sound? Could it be that this stubborn rock pretending to be deaf and dumb can finally feel the pain of others? Xiao Shishilang drew his saber, his palms were already in cold sweat. The blade hits the stone, and when it is pulled out, there will be a crack. No matter where Xiao Shishilang strikes with his saber, it will leave a fatal wound. What flowed out of the wound was not blood, but a faint golden light. There was another groan. It was from this wound that the groan came. Xiao Shishilang's eyes immediately shone, and he swung his saber again, and kept swishing his saber. The gravel splashed in all directions, and the light became brighter and brighter. It shone on the indifferent and serious face of the stone Buddha. This face seemed to have an expression suddenly, as if it was smiling. Although his chest was shattered, he finally pointed out a clear path for Xiao Shishilang. He sacrificed himself, but illuminated others, so even though he was just a stubborn rock, he has now become a fairy Buddha. The flickering lights looked like gold in the dark. This brilliant golden light is emitted from the shattered chest of the stone Buddha. Where there are lights, there must be people. Who is it? Xiao Shishilang drilled in, into this tomb of tombs, hell of hell. The lamp is on the stone wall, and the person is under the golden lamp. The light is warm and soft, but the people are cold and stiff. The blind man's body was curled up, as if a little smaller, a silver knife was stabbed in his heart, the blade had been pulled out by himself, and it was still bleeding. His blood was also bright red. Let go of his fingers, pick up the silver knife, the blood is on his palm, slowly flowing from the palm lines, and a bright red "Heaven" character flows out. The proud son of heaven, he is ordered by heaven. This blind man is indeed Xiaoyao Hou Ge Shutian. He didn't die in the valley below the murderous cliff, but in this dark and secret valley. His other hand was still tightly holding the hand of the man in black. The hands of the man in black were also stiff, but the mask on his face was still shining under the light. Lifting off the mask, one can see a pale and beautiful face, a pair of protruding eyes seem to be still staring at Xiao Shishilang, there is an expression that no one can understand in the eyes, maybe it is anger?or fear?still sad? Bing Bing! The second generation master of Tianzong is surprisingly really Bingbing. The shiny mask fell to the ground, and cold sweat broke out in Xiao Shishilang's palm. Cold sweat far colder than blood. ——Half a month ago, maybe even Xiao Shishilang didn't know that he would go to Shuiyue Tower, so how could someone leak his whereabouts? Because their itinerary was originally arranged by Bingbing. ——Why did all the traitors of Tianzong die at the hands of Xiao Shishilang? Because those people were supposed to be killed by Bingbing. Apart from the Son of Heaven, Bingbing was the only one who knew the secret of Tianzong. She used Xiao Shishilang to kill those who disobeyed her, and she used Xiao Shishilang as a cover to draw other people's attention so that she could secretly carry out her conspiracy. When Xiao Shishilang was no longer useful, she slowly slipped away, and then Lian Chengbi had to kill him too, cutting the weeds and rooting them out. Her plan was not only thorough, but effective. But she also didn't expect that Xiaoyaohou was still alive and could find her. Now the two brothers and sisters have died at the hands of each other, all the grievances and hatred between them have disappeared with their lives, and all the secrets have all been answered. Think about it carefully, this is the only reasonable answer. Such an ending is also the only ending, who else would feel dissatisfied? Maybe only Xiao Shishilang. He stood in front of them in a daze, with an expression on his face that no one could explain. What is he thinking? The hands of the dead are still clenched tightly. Could it be that the two brothers and sisters finally understood each other before they died, and understood that they were the same kind of people. Pulling their hands apart, it can be seen that both of their hands are tightly gripped on an iron rod protruding from the stone wall. Xiao Shishilang pulled their hands away, the iron bar suddenly bounced up, and only heard the sound of "grid", a heavy iron gate slid down silently, blocking the secret exit. That was undoubtedly the only way out. After the two brothers and sisters died, they had to find someone to die with them and bury them for them. Did they already know that this person must be Xiao Shishilang? All the grievances are over, all the secrets have been revealed, all the hatred, love, and friendship have turned into a void, what is there to cherish in life? Xiao Shishilang sat down leaning against the stone wall, the stone wall was cold, and the light of the fire gradually dimmed. His heart was like a blank, since there was no sorrow, anger, or fear. The only thing he can do now is to wait for death. For him, death is no longer a terrible thing, much less worthy of sorrow and anger. I don't know how long it took before the lights finally went out, and there was only darkness left in the world. What about darkness? Even death is nothing, let alone darkness? Xiao Shishilang suddenly wanted to laugh, laugh, cry after laughing, cry after crying, shout, but he just sat there motionless. He felt very tired, very tired. He loved and was loved. either love?Still loved?The love they have is equally true and great. He has endured humiliation, and he has also enjoyed glory. Whoever can live a life like him should be very satisfied. It's a pity that it's not time for him to die yet. Suddenly, there was a cry from above, and a ray of sunlight suddenly shone down on him. He could feel the warmth of the sun, and he could hear someone shouting from above: "Xiao Shishilang, Xiao Shishilang is still alive." Then someone jumped down and lifted him up, and he even knew that one of them was Lian Chengbi. But he didn't even open his eyes, a pressure more terrifying than darkness had already weighed heavily on him, right on his chest. He just felt very tired, very tired... But the darkness suddenly went away from him again, and he suddenly could breathe the fresh and fragrant air again, just like the air he breathed in the mountains and forests or in the wilderness when he was young. Now he is no longer a teenager, and this place is not an empty wilderness and forest. There were a lot of people talking nearby, and he couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he could hear Xiao Shishilang's name in every word everyone said. Suddenly, the voice of a person overwhelmed everyone else, and he couldn't see the person, but he could hear the person's voice. Lianchengbi again. His voice was slow, clear and powerful: "Everyone must know by now that Xiao Shishilang was also framed by someone. The person who framed him was Shu Bing, the younger sister of Xiaoyaohou in the past, and the second son of Tianzong. Acting master, although the relationship between Xia and Xiao Shishilang has been entangled for a long time, it is now a thing of the past, and the past is unbearable. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. I only hope..." Xiao Shishilang didn't listen any more, he just wanted to leave here forever and everyone, he no longer wanted to face these great heroes. He suddenly jumped up, walked up to Lian Chengbi, and said, "You saved me, and I owe you my life." After saying this, he left without looking back. Although it is not easy to survive, he vowed to survive. Because he owes his life. Xiao Shishilang never owed others, no matter what kind of debt, he must repay the debt. Sunset on the west hills. The water under the Xileng Bridge is even colder, the autumn grass on Su Xiao's tomb has withered and yellowed, but the moon has not yet risen. Are the Shuiyuelou boats still outside the causeway?Is Feng Siniang still waiting for him? A light boat swings towards the long embankment, and Xiao Shishilang is on the light boat. No matter whether he is dead or alive, staying or leaving, he can't just forget Feng Siniang just like that. Before night fell, there were lights on the Shuiyue Tower, as if there were still people singing in low voices. Before the light boat swung past, someone shouted at the bow: "Young Master Xiao is here to entertain guests, and the idlers wait to go away." Xiao Shishilang said: "Another Mr. Xiao is here to entertain guests? Which Mr. Xiao is it?" The big man at the bow said proudly: "Of course it is Xiao Twelve Lang, who is famous all over the world." Xiao Shishilang smiled. He didn't know why he was laughing, but he was laughing, laughing. The laughter startled the people in the cabin, and Shi Shi ran out alone with his hands behind his back. He was a handsome young man with gorgeous clothes, and it was indeed Xiao Twelve Lang. When he saw Xiao Shishilang, he immediately showed a smile on his face, looking warm and polite, and said, "You really came." Xiao Shishilang said: "You knew I would come?" Xiao Shishilang said: "Someone left a letter here and asked me to pass it on to you." Xiao Shishilang said: "Who left the letter?" Xiao Shishilang said, "He's a messenger." This answer was wonderful, but his expression was very sincere, and he handed over the letter to Xiao Shishilang respectfully. The envelope is brand new, but the letter paper is very old, as if it has been crumpled up, then spread out and folded neatly. "I'm leaving. I must have numb your hand, but when you wake up, your hand will definitely not be numb again. They are looking for only me, you don't have to go, and you can't go. You don't have to go Don’t see me again, and you’ll surely hear from me soon.” Xiao Shishilang's heart sank again. He recognized this letter because he originally left it to Feng Siniang. He never thought that Feng Siniang would treasure this letter, let alone that she would return this letter to him. But he understood what she meant. When he left this letter, he was also planning to die. Death was the only news she wanted to leave him. "I can't die, I still owe someone my life." Xiao Shishilang let go of his hand, and the letter fell into the lake, flowing away with the waves, like a falling flower. The flowers have fallen, and the spring of life is gone, what is left? Xiao Shishilang looked at him, and suddenly said: "This junior wanted to invite Da Xia Xiao to come up for a drink." Xiao Shishilang said, "Why didn't you invite me?" Xiao Shishilang smiled and said: "This junior dare not invite me, and I am not worthy." He still smiled enthusiastically and politely, bowed and said, "Hero Xiao, if you have no other orders, this junior will leave." Xiao Shishilang watched him turn and walk into the cabin, and wanted to laugh again, but couldn't. The boatman on the light boat suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said, "I don't want to invite you to drink, and it's useless for you to stand here, you'd better go." Xiao Shishilang nodded slowly, and said: "Those who should go, always have to go." The boatman looked at him and said, "Do you really want to drink?" Xiao Shishilang said: "Yes." The boatman asked, "How much money do you have?" Xiao Shishilang put his hand into his bosom, and took it out again. The hands are still empty. He suddenly found himself empty-handed. But the boatman laughed and said: "So you are also a drunkard. No drunkard is poor. It seems that my boat trip was in vain again." If you are willing to wait for me for half an hour before doing business again, I will treat you to a drink." Xiao Shishilang said, "I'll wait for you." He sat down at the stern of the boat and stared at the distance in a daze. The distance was hazy and the night was getting darker. The night of the West Lake is still equally beautiful, but it is a pity that today is not yesterday. When the night market first opened, the Long Street was at its busiest time. The shops on both sides were lit with lights. The lights illuminated the bright silks and satins, the shiny porcelain, and the delicate and delicious pastries, and also illuminated people's smiling faces. The boatman had already changed into clean clothes and was striding forward, looking lively and cheerful. He may not have enough money to buy a drink, but it seems that this world belongs to him completely. Because he's had a hard day and now it's time for him to make his debut. He patted Xiao Shishilang on the shoulder, and said quietly: "The wine on this street is very expensive, we must not go in, but I have to come here every day, no matter how long I look, it doesn't cost me money. " He smiled more cheerfully, because he could at least come here and take a look. As long as he can look at it, he is very satisfied. If a man's view of life can be like this, then there is nothing in the world to be sad and complain about. Xiao Shishilang suddenly felt that he couldn't even compare with this boatman. He really doesn't have such an open mind. There is a bank in front, Hang Seng Bank. Xiao Shishilang stopped suddenly and said, "Wait here." The boatman asked, "What about you?" Xiao Shishilang said: "I... I'll go in and have a look." The boatman said with a smile: "There is nothing to see in the bank. The meat of the buns is not folded, and we can't see the money in the bank." But he still followed Xiao Shishilang in: "Anyway, I can go in and see Looks good too." Although the shopkeeper has just entered middle age, his hair has already turned gray. Although he looked surprised when he saw the two people walking in, his attitude was still very polite: "What can you tell me?" Xiao Shishilang said: "I seem to have an account here." The shopkeeper looked at him up and down, forced a smile and said, "Your memory is correct?" Xiao Shishilang said: "No." The shopkeeper asked, "Your name?" Xiao Shishilang said: "My surname is Xiao, Xiao Shishilang." The shopkeeper showed his face and said: "So it's Uncle Xiao, yes, of course Uncle Xiao has an account in my account." Xiao Shishilang said: "Can you see how much money is left in my account, I want to withdraw it." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Originally, my number is to withdraw money by ticket, but Uncle Xiao can make an exception." He smiled very strangely, and slowly continued: "Because of Uncle Xiao's account, we just settled it." Xiao Shishilang said: "Is there any money in the account?" The shopkeeper said: "Yes, of course." He carefully opened the cash drawer at the back, took out a copper coin, put it gently on the table, and said with a smile: "The remaining amount in Xiao Daxia's account is only so much." Xiao Shishilang didn't move or speak. No matter what, this copper coin was at least brand new. Under the lamp, it shone like gold. The shopkeeper asked, "Does Uncle Xiao still want to see the detailed account?" Xiao Shishilang shook his head. The shopkeeper said: "If Uncle Xiao still wants to keep this money in my account, my account is also welcome." Xiao Shishilang suddenly turned around and asked, "What can one penny buy?" The boatman blinked and said, "You can also buy a big bag of peanuts." Xiao Shishilang picked up the copper coin carefully with two fingers, and even smiled, saying: "Peanuts are just for drinking, so of course I will take this coin." The boatman said with a smile: "It's not bad at all. Although a penny is not much, it is better than no penny." They laughed and walked out, but the shopkeeper sighed softly. He couldn't figure out what else to be happy about this person, because he knew that this person had changed from a wealthy man to a pauper overnight. He knew because he had indeed just checked the man's books. He had never seen anyone who got rich so quickly, and he had never seen someone who got poor so quickly.