Chapter 7 Chapter 5 The Charm of a Lover

Snow is falling again. Snowflakes are lightly falling on the window, like a lover's whisper. The long street is like washing. Although the snow has been swept to the side of the road last night, it will be covered with snow this morning. Rough bluestone slabs look like pieces of sapphire in the faint morning light. Voices can be heard in the distance, and the earth has gradually woken up. But the sky is still very dark, it seems that there will be no sunshine today. There are icicles hanging under the eaves, and the cold wind blows into the house from the icicles, which is as cold as a knife. In this kind of weather, no one can get up from the warm blanket so early.

But at this moment, two people stayed up all night. Du Wuhen raised his glass and didn't drink, his eyes fell on the distance outside the window, there were dishes on the table, and the dishes had formed a thin layer of milky white jelly due to the cold.Wen Huo is eating a bowl of hot hula noodles.It is indeed a pleasure to have a bowl of noodles like this in this cold weather.But there was no happy expression on Wen Huo's face, he frowned from time to time, as if this bowl of noodles was not tasty. "Can she really rescue Zhong Huo?" Wen Huo asked Du Wuhen. "Others may not be able to." Du Wuhen took a sip of wine slowly. "Zanghua must have a way."

"Why didn't you just tell her that the person she wanted to save was Zhong Juejue?" Wen Huo said, "Why did you lie to her?" "If you tell her that the person to be saved is Zhong Ruihui, she will definitely not want to save it." "When she gets to the dungeon, she will definitely know that we are lying. Isn't that even more unwilling to save her?" "Yes, it will be saved." Du Wuhen said: "Everyone is curious, and she will definitely think why we lied to her and what is the motive for cheating her." Du Wuhen poured another glass of wine and continued : "If you want to know what our motives are? You can only rescue Hammer and Destruction with all means, and see what tricks we play."

"But that old fairy Gai in the dungeon is not a cheap lamp." Wen Huo was still a little skeptical about Zang Hua. "She will not start from old Gaixian to save the bell and destroy it." "Where will it come from?" "Yang Zheng." "Yang Zheng?" Wen Huo was slightly startled. "No one can save someone from Yang Zheng." "Yes." Du Wuhen was very sure. "Tibetan flowers will definitely do it." "Thank you for the compliment." Zang Hua walked into Wei with a smile. "Very good." Du Wuhen also smiled. "Save me saying it all over again."

"You really know me very well." Zang Hua sat down, poured a glass of wine, and drank it on her back. "Accurately count my personality and ideas." "But I didn't count on experiencing a person." "Sometimes people's personality and thoughts are awkward." Zang Hua stared at Du Wuhen. "Since you know my personality so thoroughly, should you think that I would be so obedient?" "I will definitely improve next time." Zhuang Wuhen said. "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, and children can be taught." Zanghua said with a smile.

"Ruzi who knows his mistakes, I wonder if there is any prize?" "It depends on whether what Ruyu said can satisfy me," Qiu Weishen was already disabled. The phoenix is ​​undecided, and the phoenix carries the withered and yellow smell of fallen leaves from the distant mountains. During the day, the house was lit with lights, and Du Wuhen stared at the lights, as if in deep thought. Wen Huo took out the charcoal stove again, and concentrated on warming the wine, as if this matter had nothing to do with him. Zanghua took a sip of wine leisurely, she was not in a hurry at all, she knew that Du Wuhen would definitely give her a satisfactory answer.

The lights were like beans, and the three of them remained silent like this. After an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Wuhen spoke, but his gaze remained on the lights. "The ascetic monk from Yaozhu brought the secret of the 'mummy', that's true." Du Wuhen's voice seemed to come from the far east: "The most important thing is that he has a secret mission to serve." "What secret mission?" "He brought a name." "A name?" "The name of a traitor." Du Wuhen said, "Twenty years ago, a certain person in the imperial court colluded with a certain general in the Dazhu Kingdom, and the two planned to conspire to rebel."

Du Wuhen turned his attention to Tibetan flowers. "What the austerity brings is the name of a certain person in the court." Zanghua seems to be very interested in matters related to the imperial court. "Before Di Qinglinmo and the ascetic monk met, we had already made contact." Du Wuhen said. "It's you and Mr. Wen Huo?" "Yes," Wen Huo looked up at the Tibetan flowers. "But when we saw the ascetic monk, he had only one breath left." "why?" "Someone was one step ahead of us." Du Wuhen said, "We arrived at the meeting place at the appointed time, and saw the ascetic lying on the ground, writing on the ground with his own nose stained with his own blood."

"Did he forget that the words are written by hand?" Zanghua asked. "He hasn't forgotten, but he can no longer write by hand." Wen Huo said, "His hands and feet have been cut off." For this cruel behavior, Tibetan flowers are the most angry. "The people who killed him thought he was dead." Du Wuhen said, "But they don't know that what an ascetic monk practices is to hone his body and hone his will to survive." "But he died after writing only two words." Wen Huo said, "I've never seen so much fear in a person's eyes."

——Is he afraid of the person who killed him, or is he afraid of death? "Or fear of another unknown thing?" Du Wuhen sighed. "The secret has gone with him." "Sometimes one word can reveal a lot of secrets." Zang Hua said, "Which two words did he leave behind?" "Innocence." Du Wuhen replied. "Not guilty?" Zang Hua was surprised. "None like no other? Sin of crime?" "yes." "What do these two words represent?" Zanghua murmured. "Does it mean that the person who killed him is innocent? Or does he mean that he is innocent?"

"It took us seventeen years to unlock the secret of these two characters." Wen Huo said. "Seventeen years?" Zang Hua said, "It's really hard for you." "These two characters are a person's name." Du Wuhen said. "The name of the traitor?" Zang Hua asked. "That's what we guessed before." Du Wuhen took a sip of his wine. "We have searched through the information of all official personnel, and no one can relate to these two words." "We spent more than two years looking up information on ascetic monks verbally." Wen Huo poured a glass of warm wine for Zang Hua. "The ascetic monk's surname is Zhong. He has a son who has been separated for more than ten years, and he is called Wuzui." "Zhong Wuzui?" Zang Hua said, "Could it be that my son killed me?" "According to our investigation, the former monk's entry into the customs not only has a mission, but also one of the purposes is to get together with his son." "Where is his son now?" Zanghua asked. "How does this matter have anything to do with Zhong Dehui?" "These two things can be answered in eight words." Du Wuhen looked at Zanghua. "The destruction of the clock means the innocence of the clock." "The death of the ascetic monk and who got into the hands of the secret he brought," Wen Huo said, "it must have something to do with his son." "That's why we want you to rescue Zhong Juejue." "This matter must not be known to any official." Du Wuhen said, "Including Yang Zheng." Stepping across the snow-covered bridge is a plum forest. Next to the plum grove is the end of the spring. A line of flying springs hangs upside down from the middle of the mountain, setting off the plum blossoms, it is more like a picture. There are cabins in the picture, and there are people.All I could see was that he was wearing a very clean and new blue cloth gown, and his hair was combed very brightly. He is holding a bucket in his right hand, but there is nothing in the sleeve of his left hand—he has one arm.He is about seventy years old, but when you look closely, you think he is only forty or fifty years old, and when you believe that he is forty or fifty years old, he looks like an old man in his eighties up. His age is unpredictable.He carried the bucket, walked through Merlin, and walked into the wooden house.Although there are no gorgeous furnishings in the wooden house, the windows are clean and spotless.In the corner of the room, there was a table for the Eight Immortals. The middle-aged man in green clothes wrung out a rag from the bucket and began to wipe the table.He wiped it slowly and carefully, as if if there was even a speck of dust left on the table, he would be disgraced, over and over again. "Brother Lan, are you tidying up the house again?" A woman's voice came from inside the house. "Anyway, idle is idle." He verbally looked towards the door. "lady." This person was actually Lan Yichen, Mr. Lan Da who was known as the "God Eye Sword" back then.Although his appearance was a bit older, the expression on his face remained the same, but his eyes had lost the intimidating majesty of the past.Back then, he did not hesitate to sacrifice an arm in order to test Yang Zheng's farewell hook technique to get a bit of Yang Hen's authenticity. He once promised Yang Zheng to stay in the cabin outside Dalin Village, and accompany Lu Suwen to wait for Yang Zheng to come back.Why are you here now?Could it be that Lu Suwen's disappearance has something to do with him? The door curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged woman walked out.Her face was pale, and her beautiful eyes had lost their former brilliance, but the stubbornness at the end of her eyes was still there.There was no expression on her face, she seemed so indifferent, as if she had long forgotten the joys of the world, and the sorrows of the world of mortals. When Lan Yichen saw her walking out, he immediately went up to meet her. "Ma'am, you are not in good health yet, how can you get up and walk around?" "The bones are loose after lying down for too long." Her voice sounded so lonely, so lonely. "It's rare that the weather is better today, so get up and walk around." Lan Yichen guided her to the chair in front of the window, and she sat down slowly, looking at Meilin outside the window. "This year's plum blossoms bloom earlier than in previous years." Her eyes were also lonely. "The snow season has come earlier." Lan Yichen said, "That's why the plum blossoms are blooming more lushly than last year." Her eyes slowly looked at a far, far away place, her eyes gradually closed, and after a long, long time, the Opened the mouth: "I don't know if the plum blossoms are in bloom there." "It must be. The climate there is colder than here." "If no one takes care of it, will it drive well?" Lan Yichen was silent for a while before saying, "He will definitely take care of it." This time it was her who was silent, she turned her eyes away, stared at Lan Yichen, and asked softly, "Is he—is he still alive?" "I must be alive." Lan Yichen affirmed him, "There is a kind of person in the world who is not easy to die, and he belongs to this kind of person." "Today is September 28th, and it has been twenty years." There were tears in the corners of her eyes. "Ma'am, do you want me to accompany you there?" Lan Yichen asked softly. "How can we break the contract before the time is up?" She said sadly, "I have endured it for twenty years, do you still care about the remaining time?" "Yes." Lan Yichen sighed softly. "I don't know how the flowers look now?" She stared at the plum blossoms outside the window. "It must be beautiful and smart." There was a smile on the corner of Lan Yichen's mouth, and there was infinite kindness in the smile. Knowing that memories are always like drinking a glass of bitter wine, but she is willing to drink this glass of bitter wine. September 28th, in the afternoon, there was little sunshine. The sun shone in through the thin window paper, and shone on Hua Wuyu's smooth, satin-like skin. The water in the "Feng Lu" was still hot, and she lay lazily in the water. But Hua Wuyu was not happy. In this freezing autumn, taking a hot bath is almost the happiest thing in the world, but if a person has so many thoughts about her now, there may be nothing in this world that can make her feel happy. She felt happy. It has been three days since I came to the Prince's Mansion, but I haven't met my father more than twice. Is he too busy?Or are you avoiding her? In her heart since she was a child, she has silently shaped the image of her father. Sometimes when she had a midnight dream, she would look at the sky outside the window and arrange the stars one by one to form her father's kind smile. I often pick up fallen leaves floating in the distance in the yard, treat them as messages from my father, store them like treasures, and wait until the night is quiet before taking them out joyfully and dreaming about them. All of this is because she is longing for father's love, what about now? Although he lives under the same roof as his father, they are strangers. Thinking about it, Wu Yu's tightly closed eyes had a drop of tear dripping out. ——Why is the reality always different from the dream? The water temperature was getting colder, but Hua Wuyu didn't want to wake up—the coldness of the water was not as painful as the coldness of the heart. ——Physical torture is also one of the ways to relieve heartache. "It's better not to meet each other than to meet", Hua Wuyu finally realized the artistic conception of this sentence. Tears were slowly falling down her cheeks, dripping into the water, causing countless ripples, just like the thousands of knots in her heart. "Miss, are you ready?" The servant girl said outside the door: "My lord is waiting for you to eat." Wu Yu's eyes suddenly opened, and the expression on his face was joy?Still surprised? The two had eight dishes for dinner, and apart from the seasonal dishes, even the rare civet meat was served on the table. "Are you used to these dishes?" Yang Zheng asked. "With you by my side, any dish is delicious." Hua Wuyu ate with her head down. Yang Zheng's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle. He looked at Wu Yu and said softly, "Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold." Yang Zheng raised his glass, and when the glass was dry, he poured another glass. "Father..." The cry was so unfamiliar. "Drinking too much alcohol will hurt your health." It's rare to have dinner with you, I... Dad is happy, so it's okay to drink more. "Yang Zheng drank it in one gulp. The sky was already dark, the moon was rising, and the disturbing snow began to fall again. The snowflakes fluttered, making people very annoying. "You... How is your mother recently?" Yang Zheng asked.This sentence is really stupid to ask. Hua Wuyu looked up at Yang Zheng. "Dad, how have you been in the past twenty years?" Good answer. "I..." Yang Zheng didn't know how to reply. "She once said to me." Huawuyu's voice was a little sentimental. "She has come, lived, and loved in her life. No matter what the result is, she will not regret it." Been here, lived, loved, if you can do these three things in your life, what regrets do you have? "Come here, lived, loved?" Yang Zheng smiled desolately. "That's enough for anybody." "What about you? Have you ever been here, lived, or loved?" Yang Zheng raised his glass but didn't drink it. He stared at the glass and didn't know how long it took before he spoke: "Why do people live, and what is the purpose of existence? Money? Love? Career?" Yang Zheng sighed and said, "Unfortunately, no matter what you pursue, you will inevitably have troubles." The cup was full of wine, and the wine flowed down his throat into Yang Zheng's stomach, the strong wine burned his throat, but he couldn't resist the colic in his heart. Hua Wuyu looked at him pitifully. The eyes are already hazy, and the stars are even more hazy. "Is he really as powerful as in the legend?" Hua Wuyu asked. "He" of course refers to Di Qinglin. "I only know that since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good." Yang Zheng replied. "Then why didn't you defeat him and arrest him?" Good question. Every person who practices martial arts will feel very lonely when he reaches the peak of martial arts, because at that time, it will be difficult for him to find a real opponent. That's why some people don't hesitate to "seek defeat", because they feel that as long as they can meet a real opponent, even if they lose, they will still be happy. But "at that time" Yang Zheng was not in a happy mood at all. He was very upset. ——Suddenly knowing that the person he loves is not dead, and suddenly knowing that he has a descendant, and this descendant is standing in front of him, can his heart not be disturbed? At that time, he knew that if he went to a duel with a master like Di Qinglin with such a chaotic mood, his chances of winning were not high. He is not afraid of death, but can he die now? Four "I'm old." Yang Zheng drank another glass of wine. "I heard that old people are afraid of death." The eyes of the two met, Yang Zheng smiled wryly and said, "Having such a father, do you regret it?" "I only know that you are my father." Hua Wuyu's eyes were full of confidence. "Whatever you do, I trust you." Yang Zheng stared at her deeply, this is his daughter, how much like her mother, she never asks the reason and always trusts him. Although the dishes were already cold, Yang Zheng's heart was already boiling. Although Gan's pain in the past few years has not completely disappeared, it has begun to make up for it. At this moment, at this meal, although the autumn is weak and the sky is cold, the hearts of the two have gradually warmed up. ——Is there anything warmer in the world than family affection? The maid came in again with a delicious dish.The large silver platter was covered with a large silver cover. Yang Zheng lifted the silver cover, and inside was a roasted rabbit. Holding a silver knife, he cut open the rabbit's stomach. There is also a roasted pigeon in the belly of the rabbit. Yang Zheng cut open the pigeon's belly and picked out a pigeon egg soaked in fat with a silver knife. "This egg is the most auspicious, and only distinguished guests can taste it." Yang Zheng put the egg on Wuyu's plate with a smile. "Today's meal is even more extraordinary. Where does a distinguished guest like you ask me to find a second one?" Yang Zheng just put down the silver knife with a smile, and suddenly found that the tip of the silver knife was a little black under the light . He was taken aback secretly, but his expression remained the same. Looking at the auspicious eggs on Wu Yu's plate, there were actually two small spots, one black and one red. Wu Yu smiled sweetly and picked up Ji Yang's egg, Yang Zheng squeezed the cold sweat secretly, and was about to stop her, but she actually put the egg into his plate. , The name of the egg is auspicious, and it should be tasted by your father. "Dancing language said: "I wish you good luck. " Yang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, laughed and said, "Okay." He picked up the egg, Wu Yu thought that he had eaten the egg, but in fact the egg was already in his sleeve. The egg has been cut open, and there are two very small arrows stuck in the yolk, one black and one red. The black arrow is as black as a lover's eyes. The red arrow was as red as a lover's blood. "This egg is from—" Before Dai Tian finished speaking, Yang Zheng had already opened his mouth. "The auspicious egg in the belly of the roasted pigeon in the belly of the roasted rabbit." Dai Tian stared at the auspicious eggs on the table. "It can't be the work of the kitchen master." "He doesn't have that ability yet." Yang Zheng smiled. "I don't even have the guts." "Who has such a great ability to pour poison into such a secret place?" Dai Tian said. "The black and one red arrows are called lover's arrows." Yang Zheng said. "Lover's Arrow?" Dai Tian was slightly startled. "A lover's arrow that wakes up when you hear it in the middle of the night?" "yes." "Forty years ago, it almost turned the entire martial arts world upside down, but for some unknown reason, it suddenly disappeared." Yang Zheng looked up at the night sky outside the window, his expression seemed to be thinking about something. Dai Tian stared straight at the lover's arrows, one black and one red, his eyes were full of suspicion. He didn't believe that such a pair of small arrows could make people famous and frightening? "It's not the poison of the Lover's Arrow that kills people." Yang Zheng's eyes focused on the Lover's Arrow. "It's the strength of its wrist." "Charm?" Dai Tian's surprised expression was even more serious. "The lover's arrows don't shoot at the same time. Instead, the black arrows go first. When you try to dodge, you will be confused by its wrist strength," Yang Zheng said, "Because the black arrows are as black as the eyes of a lover. " ——Since ancient times, how many people can resist the eyes of their lovers? "Wait until your mind is fluttering, the red arrow has quietly broken into the depths of your heart." Yang Zheng said: "Then your blood will flow out like a lover's teardrops." ——Isn’t the lover also one of the objects that makes people cry? "Why did such a murderous weapon take such an intoxicating name?" Dai Yao sighed. "Since ancient times, the most harmful thing to human beings, whether it is things or people, has always been intoxicating." Yang Zheng said with emotion. This is a wise saying, Dai Tian has deeply remembered it. Although the sky is dark, the lights are as bright as day. Dai Tian suddenly "feeled that there was a corner of a small piece of paper in the other half of the egg that was empty. He carefully picked out a small piece of paper with a silver knife, and only when he was sure that it was not poisonous did he safely clean it with his hands." Spread out the small paper. The paper is full of grease, and the handwriting is somewhat blurred, but the words on it can still be seen: "Xi Wen Jun and his daughter reunited, I am very happy, and I am sending you a lover's arrow to express my respect. To save, don't let me down, Qinglong will. " After reading the small paper, Yang Zheng couldn't help laughing. He talked about him lightly and said: "Although this guy's writing is not as smooth and elegant as yours, his tone is somewhat similar to mine." "Dai Tian smiled bitterly." The Azure Dragon Society, like the Lover's Arrow, had disappeared for many years, why did it appear today at the same time. " "Perhaps they have become in-laws?" "Yang Zheng said. "The Azure Dragon Society is already enough to make people headaches, plus the secret lover's arrow. "Dai Tian stared at Yang Zheng. "My lord, you will enjoy the days to come." "