Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One

It is still repairing Huang Shucong. The garden is still full of chrysanthemums. It has been seven days since Xiaodai went up the river and returned to Mount Emei. For seven days, he sat alone by the river, guarding the loess, facing the dawn and seeing the setting sun at dusk. Thirsty, take a river of autumn water, hungry, get some wild vegetables.Except, he's lost in meditation like a fossil. He knew that it didn't make much sense for him to do so, so he gave himself a deadline-seven days. He wants to stay with Qihong for seven days without leaving her for a moment. Accompany her to watch mountains, water, sunrise and listen to insects.

Because according to legend, within seven days of a person's death, his soul can still condense and sense. He doesn't want her to spend these seven days alone and desolately, so he stays with her. The blood has coagulated, and the injury heals. This has to be thanks to the medicine left by Zhanfeng last time, otherwise Xiaodai would die of wound ulceration and itching. Thanks to his good foundation, he has survived several catastrophes, and he has been able to sustain the damage so far. Otherwise, anyone would have died three times already. The wind is whimpering, and the rain has fallen.

Autumn wind and autumn rain are the most heartbreaking. Xiao Dai stood up, because the seven days were full, and now it was time to go. He had to leave, just because Li Yuanwai was still waiting for him, waiting for him alive?Or die and wait for him?he does not know. Whether Li Yuanwai is alive or dead, he will wait. Because Xiao Dai had told him before leaving that he would definitely come back again. Although he didn't say it personally, but the moment he met his eyes, he was sure that Li Yuanwai understood. This is tacit understanding. A tacit understanding that has been cultivated over a long period of time.

The mast of the ship has appeared, and it is still the ship that brought him here. Xiao Dai silently waited for it to slowly approach by the small stone pier. He seemed to be able to hear the heroic laughter of the boatmen, but a chilling expression gradually appeared on his originally frozen face. Because experience told him that there must be unusual people in this boat. It's hard to describe this feeling, maybe it's an instinct. After staying in the rivers and lakes for a long time, many people can smell the danger in advance. The closer the boat got, the stronger the feeling that something happened in Xiaodai's heart, and he even trembled unconsciously.

Who is in the boat?Who would know that I am here? Is the person here a friend?Is it the enemy? At this time, "Kaishou Xiaodai" is considered an iron-clad arhat, right?He also can't afford any fierce fighting. After all, after successive battles, new wounds and old injuries have greatly reduced his skill, even less than 30% of his usual level. If the person who comes is either a friend or an enemy, how can he resist another fight? Xiao Dai's cold sweat broke out, and he also thought of this terrible question. No matter how ruthless or strong the enemy is, he is not afraid, but now he can only hide, hiding in the branches of a big tree.

Because he has to wait and see who is coming? For he must preserve his usefulness for vengeance. The boat stopped and people appeared. Xiao Dai confirmed his intuition. From the gaps in the branches and leaves, he had already seen Hao Shaofeng, who was sitting on the second chair of the Beggars' Clan, and the nine "Eight Great Heavenly Kings" walking away with very careful steps, evading them. How did they find it here? Xiaodai felt chills down his spine, and he finally believed that the Beggars' Gang was indeed something to be offended. Whoever offends the Beggars' Gang and unfortunately became enmity with them would be like haunted by unjust ghosts. Apart from killing them temporarily, I'm afraid there is not even a little way to do it.

Of course they searched all over the house and couldn't find the person they were looking for. Sleepy for Xiaodai, when they surrounded the house, he had already slid onto the tree trunk. The flames rose, and the sky was covered with thick smoke. Hao Shaofeng lost track of the enemy, and he was so angry that he ordered the house to be set on fire, which Xiaodai never even imagined. The exquisite hut, the beautiful potted plants, and the library that spent Qi Hong's life were reduced to ashes under a merciless fire. The fire was burning, and Xiao Dai's eyes were red. He knew that this fire would continue, and it would burn every part of the Bian Gai Gang.

But now he can only watch them burn in a daze, burning the only place he can remember. Tears have flowed, lips have been broken. Xiao Dai secretly swore in his heart that he would rebuild this place, but he also knew that he could no longer restore everything to its original state. After all, only the original house is full of warmth and longing for Qihong. The river water was cold, but Xiaodai's heart was burning. If it weren't for the cold water in the river, Xiaodai would have been burned with anger. He was swimming in the water with a thumb-thick hemp rope tied to his body, and the other end of the rope was connected to the boat.

He had to. He has neither the ability to fight anymore nor the physical strength to spend three months climbing mountains and mountains. So he only had this only way to get out and save the most effort. It has been two full hours since he fell into the water. And in these two hours, what he relied on was the idea of ​​revenge. Otherwise, in late autumn, he didn't know if he still had the courage to soak in the icy river. The stars are shining, and the night is deep. The twinkling stars resemble a lover's eyes. Unconsciously, Xiao Dai remembered that face that was not beautiful, but gave people a kind of spring breeze.

Why do people often miss each other only when they lose each other? And why when everything is about to start, hope is already disillusioned? Xiao Dai will never be able to figure out these seemingly complicated but extremely simple, extremely simple but complex and difficult problems. Is this the helplessness of life? Painfully unwilling to think about it, but how can I get through this long night if I don’t want to? He couldn't close his eyes, let alone let himself fall asleep. Because the river is turbulent, it can cover up a person whose mind is no longer active at any time. So he could only think about when the ship docked, and how to inquire about the life and death of certain people after the ship docked.

Li Yuanwai had never suffered such a serious injury in his life. I have never slept in such a noble, luxurious and comfortable bed in my life. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was pain. His whole body hurt, as if every bone was broken. Then I feel warm and happy, and every pore is ironed! Because what his nostrils smelled was a kind of orchid-like musk deodorant, which was only found on the body of a virgin. And there was a smooth, soft, but extremely beautiful and glamorous dimple on his bare shoulder. So what he feels now is pain and comfort, plus a little itching. He greedily took a few deep breaths, because her hair in a bun got into his nose, and finally sneezed uncontrollably, which woke Xu Jiarong who was sleeping soundly. Cursing himself inwardly, Mr. Li said without hesitation: "Hey... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you sleep again, sleep again, this time I won't sneeze even if I suffocate to death..." Xu Jiarong suddenly raised her head, surprised and stunned for a while, and said, "Are you awake?!" The thief smiled and Li Yuanwai said: "I knew...hehe...I would rather not wake up..." After giving him a blank look, Xu Jiarong was annoyed and amused and said, "You...why are you still in the mood to joke at this moment? Do you know how much injury you have suffered? How long have you been in a coma?" Still thinking about something, Li Yuanwai shook his head. Putting her hands together, she pulled the quilt up for him, and she said: "Your internal organs have been displaced, your right elbow was dislocated, and you fell into a coma for three days and three nights. Fortunately, Second Young Master Yan arrived in time, and Miss Zhan's wonderful hand rejuvenated, otherwise ...Hmph, your little life has already been given to King Yama..." "Second Young Master Yan?! Miss Zhan?! What... what's going on?" Then Xu Jiarong explained in detail the place where Li Yuanwai lost the "blank", which made him break out in a cold sweat. After he figured everything out, he suddenly thought of an annoying question, so his face almost turned into a bitter melon. Xu Jiarong kept watching the changes on his face, and also kept studying what was in his mind, then she smiled, a little mischievously. "You...what are you laughing at?" Li Yuanwai asked in panic, as if he had been caught as a thief. "It's nothing, I'm just laughing at you, it seems that you often make triangles..." "What...what triangle?" Li Yuanwai almost fainted. "A love triangle!" Xu Jiarong tilted her head and forced a smile. "What... what do you mean?" "Okay, don't pretend to be my official, Miss Zhanfeng has already told us about the 'Fake Phoenix' between her and you, don't be shy, in fact, she also had some unavoidable difficulties at that time ..." "I...Second Young Master..." Li Yuanwai almost bit his tongue. "What do you want to say?" Xu Jiarong laughed. "I... what can I say? I just want to sleep." After speaking, he really closed his eyes and put the quilt over his head. I've always heard people say that an ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws. Although Li Yuanwai is not a woman, he can already feel that this "father-in-law" is really hard to see. He hasn't closed his eyes since he woke up last night. Xu Jiarong stayed by his side all night, telling her feelings without any concealment, about Yan Ershao and Zhanfeng's twists and turns, and even told him that she knew Li Yuanwai was definitely not the adulterer Ouyang Wushuang said. She is undoubtedly a woman who dares to love, dare to hate, and dare to speak. When he met such a beautiful and straightforward woman, what else could Li Yuanwai do other than surrender? After all, he almost lost his life because of him, after all, he almost lost his life under the sword of Ouyang Wushuang because of him, after all, he stayed by his side for three days and three nights without leaving him. Now he is waiting, waiting for Yan Ershao and Zhan Feng's "father-in-law" letter. With a painful laugh, Li Yuanwai said to Xu Jiarong, "Sister Rong." (Drink, it's so fast, even Sister Rong yelled out.) "Sister Rong, later...they will come later, I...what should I say?" "What are you talking about? How do I know what you're going to say? You won't say that you still love Miss Zhan, will you?" It seems that Li Yuanwai has met a powerful character, and Xu Jiarong's sarcasm is no worse than him. "Hey, you... just let me go, can you? Damn, this... Where do you really start..." "What did you say?!" Xu Jiarong's eyes widened. "Say...what did I say!" Li Yuanwai hastily denied. "I clearly heard you swearing." curse? Li Yuanwai was dumbfounded. He remembered that she once said that she liked her humor and wit. Why is she staring at me with a foul word now? "Aunt...Auntie, my...that's just a verbal cicada, how dare I scold you, how can I be willing to scold you..." Li Yuanwai said with a bitter face: "Mother, it looks like I will suffer in the future, why not hang yourself with a rope as soon as possible..." four people.A bed. Of course, Li Yuanwai was the only person lying on the bed. Although the matter was discussed and the misunderstanding was cleared up, Yuan Li still had an unspeakable awkwardness towards Yan Ershao and Zhan Feng. Yan Ershao, who had been removed from the disguise, deliberately sighed in order to ease the atmosphere: "Why, are you still thinking about that rabbit?" "Fuck you, next time... Next time I won't catch the rabbit even if I'm starving to death, lest the rabbit can't catch it and almost become your love rival, Second Young Master. I'm sorry I can't beat you, and I'm not as handsome as you, so , so I have no choice but to surrender this fairy-like beauty to you..." Li Yuan hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly realized that his thigh had been severely twisted by someone, and he howled like a pig. "I'm going to die..." Xu Jiarong gave him a sideways look and smiled coquettishly. "I... what kind of luck am I, it looks like I won't even have the freedom to speak in the future..." Li Yuanwai rubbed his thigh with a bitter face. Zhanfeng said with a grin: "Excellent officer, you are lucky to be leaving now, Miss Rong must take good care of him, I heard that his eyes can reach many girls' homes." Li Yuanwai's eyes closed, because he saw Xu Jiarong's hand reaching out again. In the past, Li Yuanwai always ate women's tofu, but he never thought that it would be more terrifying for women to eat men's tofu. "Okay, Second Young Master, you...you put our old friend aside as soon as you get a newcomer, damn it! Li Yuanwai is really careless in making friends... careless in making friends!" Li Yuanwai had no choice but to fight against women. Find a man and start a fire. "Friends, this is Heitian's injustice. I have always sincerely thanked you for suffering so much for me!" Second Young Master Yan hurriedly explained. After snorting, Li Yuanwai said in a bad mood: "Well, I still listen to this sentence, otherwise we don't know who to turn to to complain about our injuries. In fact, compared to Xiaodai..." Thinking of Xiaodai, Li Yuanwai lost the mood to joke, and his whole face collapsed immediately. Last time in the battle of Wangjiang Tower, Xiaoguo was dying and fell into the river, fortunately, he was rescued by Zhanfeng, but this—— Everyone knows the relationship between Li Yuanwai and "Kaishou Xiaodai". Of course everyone can understand his current mood. So the laughter stopped. The air seemed to freeze, and a haze rose on everyone's face. After a long time, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhanfeng's mind. "I think... I think I know where he might have gone..." She glanced around everyone and said, "Since Qihong died for him, then he will definitely return to 'Emei Mountain' after leaving with her in his arms. Because he knows where Qi Hong was born and grew up, it is very likely that Xiaodai will definitely bury her there." No doubt everyone agrees with her. However, this is just a conjecture, and no one can guarantee it without confirmation. The people and maids in "Zhanbao Villa", everyone has an uncontrollable excitement on their faces. Because Zhanfeng had already ordered the removal of the wall that stretched across the front and back yards. Originally, if there were brothers and sisters who were at odds, it would go to this extent. After all, brothers and sisters are still brothers and sisters, so there is no reason why they should not communicate with each other for the rest of their lives. But what is worrying is that the young master Zhanlong has no news at all. While everyone was busy dismantling the fence, a guest came to the village, a guest who was carried in with only one breath left. When Yan Ershao saw "ghost catching" Tie Chenggong, he couldn't believe his eyes. Although Zhan Feng has the superb medical skills of life and death, but he can only shake his head apologetically at Yan Er Shao when he sees "ghost catching". It was obvious that she couldn't save him. People who Zhan Feng can't save, I'm afraid the gods can't save them either. Yan Ershao hugged the skeleton-only body of "Ghost Catching", his hands trembled, and he whispered in his ear with a choked voice: "Old iron, old iron, wake up, wake up..." "Ghost Catcher" tried his best to open his eyes, he saw Yan Ershao clearly, and showed a smile uglier than crying. "Old Tie, tell me, tell me how you escaped? Where is Zhanlong? Isn't Zhanlong with you?" "Second...sister, look... I am so happy to see you and me, I have... already confirmed...it is indeed your jealous brother... who framed you..." "Old Tie, I already know all this, now you just need to tell me where Yandi locked you up? Is Zhanlong locked up with you?" "Zhanlongben...was originally locked...with me...but...was later moved to a...place that I...I don't know...you...you tell me, Yandi's ...Son, until...how did...how did you die?..." There are people in this world who would rather die than pursue the truth, especially those who handle cases and arrest people. They are absolutely unwilling to have even the slightest doubt. "Ghost Catcher" is exactly this kind of person. He wants to prove it, and he wants to hear what Yan Ershao said, because this case is his last, and it will never be closed, so how can he not understand it and be willing to rest in peace? Even though he had a hundred or a thousand reasons to believe that Er Shao was definitely not what Yan Huo said, there were too many coincidences in terms of reason and time for the sudden death of a child. It must be very heart-wrenching to be doubted by a person, and by an old friend. However, Second Young Master Yan of course understood that "Ghost Catching" was an upright and upright Yamen arrester. Regarding his persistence, instead of being angry, he said in a firm tone: "Old Tie, Yan Ling will testify with the head of the item." With an expression of relief, "Ghost Catcher" smiled miserably: "Since...that's the case, Tie...Tie can go...with peace of mind, most... most afraid of owing...owing others... " "Ghost Catcher" died, he could be said to have died for Er Shao Yan. Because he owed him, owed him the grace of saving his life. He also owed Zhan Long, and owed Zhan Long his life. He has already repaid Yan Ershao with his life. But what about Zhanlong?What did he use to repay? The death of "Ghost Catcher" Tie Chenggong is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Yan Ershao, and it is also a heavy burden. Because after knowing that the one who did everything right was his elder brother, he had given up the idea of ​​revenge, and even prepared not to return to "Huiyan Mountain Villa" in this life. Yan Di can be unkind, but he absolutely cannot be unrighteous. But now that "Ghost Catcher" died in his arms, he was at a loss as to what to do. He couldn't kill his brother, and he couldn't help confessing to his dead friend. So he was in an unspeakable agony. He tugged at his hair because his headache was unbearable. Of course Zhanfeng understood the pain in his heart, but he could only sigh helplessly. After all, she didn't know how to deal with it. Yan Er Shao was so angry that he wanted to kill Yan Di. His eyes were already reddened by the anger in his chest, so red that it was frightening. He has been standing under the eaves for a long time, a long time... After learning the cause of "Ghost Catcher"'s death from Zhan Feng, he has been standing there, staring at the sky of Late Autumn Gray Cicada without moving. According to Zhanfeng's examination, "Ghost Catcher" hadn't eaten rice for at least three months, so he was so thin that only a handful of bones remained. In addition, he was poisoned by a chronic poison that can cause muscle atrophy and convulsions. poison. Whoever has such a cruel and vicious heart must be punished. Therefore, Er Shao Yan had already made a decision, a decision that was so painful that he had to make it. Zhanfeng was silently by the side all the time, she wanted to persuade him not to go, but she couldn't persuade him. Because she knew that once a man like this made a decision, she would never be able to keep a woman like herself, even if she had absolute confidence that she could keep any man in the world. So she could only quietly walk to his side, and said in a tone that seemed encouraging but helpless: "I'll wait for you." "I'm waiting for you" these three have included everything. It includes feelings for him, confidence in him, and blessings for him. What other words can be more appropriate than these three words?at this time. The wind whistled in the forest. There is an indescribable feeling of horror, shriek and numbness in people's ears. This is a cliff, but also the top of a mountain. It stands alone in the embrace of mountains and has experienced many years. Yan Ling only remembered that when he was very young, he and Yan Di often climbed up from the back door of "Huiyan Villa" along the mountain road to hunt birds' eggs. Now he also stands alone on the top of the mountain, inheriting the mountain wind, recalling his childhood. Ever since she could remember, Yan Ling felt that Yan Huo had a dual personality, he was a good brother in front of others, but he always bullied herself behind others. He never had a complete toy that belonged to him, because whenever he got a new toy, his elder brother Yan Huo would always snatch it when no one was paying attention, and even return it after it was destroyed. Own. This situation is even more obvious at the age of enlightenment. Whenever he is praised by his parents or husband, he will be criticized and kicked by him afterwards. He doesn't know what kind of psychology he is, but he has learned to be forever A personality that dare not show in front of him. This situation continued until I was seven years old, when I left home to worship as a teacher. Now he has been standing here for a not short period of time. He looked at the mountain road and waited, waiting for Yan Huo to come up. He also knew that of course Yan Huo would definitely come after learning from the housekeeper, Dad Qian, that he had left a message at home. Because there must be a resolution between them, no matter what kind of resolution it is. The strange thing is that as time went on, he suddenly found that the anger in his chest became calmer, to the point where he wanted to go down the mountain immediately. It is of course a tragedy to say that people must fight with each other by force. Just when Yan Ling had almost given up all hatred, he had already seen Yan Di flying down the mountain. As a result, his heart couldn't stop beating wildly immediately, and the muscles on his face convulsed with the beating of the heart. Yes, he hadn't seen him for a long, long time, the only relative in the world. The same is the mountain wind. It's also a childhood trip. The same two people are no longer young. Yan Huo looked very calm, terrifyingly calm. The pain in Yan Ling's eyes was intense, so intense that she seemed to want to die. They stared at each other silently, neither said a word. Because nothing can be said at this time, and nothing can change the fact that has already been done. But is it possible not to speak? "Brother, Yanling..." "Shut up, your surname is not Yan, and you are not worthy of Yan, draw your sword—" As soon as Yan Ling opened her mouth, Yan Huo interrupted her coldly. With a long sigh of pain, Yan Ling shook her head and said, "I can't." "cannot?!" "Yes, I... I can't, although I once painfully hoped that I could, but... However, we are always brothers!" "Brother?! Ha... ha... Have you made a mistake, who is your brother? The brother will murder his own nephew? Quickly draw your sword, today I will meet the second young master Yan who is known as the most in the world There's something so amazing about it." "The death of my nephew is really God's will, brother, you misunderstood..." "Misunderstanding? Ha... ha... What a misunderstanding, who would believe the misunderstanding you said?" Yandi smiled wildly and faced the sky again: "Son, look, you look at it with wide eyes, why don't you?" You take revenge, father will take revenge for you..." Yan Ling took two steps back unconsciously and said in panic, "Big brother, big brother, you have to trust me..." "Believe it?! I only believe in myself." Yan Di roared violently. "This... the truth of this incident is like you...you can go to your sister-in-law's house and ask your sister-in-law, and your sister-in-law will see with her own eyes...seeing the sudden death of my nephew..." Yan Huo suddenly stopped laughing wildly, he looked at Yan Ling coldly and cruelly, and then said something that made Yan Ling almost faint. "Ask your sister-in-law?! Don't you know that the whole family of 'Dongting Junshan' was buried in the fire pit without a single rabbit?" With a shiver of wit, Yan Ling couldn't even stand up, and "kick, kick, kick" backed up three steps in a row. His voice was as thin as a gossamer: "This...how is this possible? How is it possible?" Of course he knew that the reason why Yandi framed him in every possible way was only because of his hatred, and the only object of his hatred was himself, and Yandi would never be so cruel that he would shackle others to death to cover up everything he did to him. Since he had no reason, and it was impossible for him to do so, then how could the tragedy of 18 people in "Dongting Junshan" happen? Yan Ling fell into the abyss, he could only mutter: "How is it possible?" These four words. This is the time when a person is most in a trance. It is also the moment when you are most vulnerable and most unable to defend against attacks. Then a sword, a sword in Yan Huo's hand suddenly appeared on Yan Ling's chest without warning, as if from nothingness. This is a fatal blow. Because the time and location of the sword had reached an unbelievable level. Yan Ling is not a god, and it is very difficult for a god to escape this sword. Yan Di's martial arts is definitely not Yan Ling's opponent. This point does not need others to say that he himself understands it very well. So it took him two full years to practice this sword. If a person is willing to spend two years practicing only one sword move, then there is no doubt that the sword must be a sword that no one else can dodge. Therefore, as soon as the sword is drawn, blood is also splashed. Yan Ling's blood splashed out, and he had already retreated to the edge of the cliff and sat down on the ground. Although he didn't dodge the sword, he avoided his heart at the moment of a thousand shots. He looked at Yandi who was approaching step by step, and he knew in his heart that the god of death was also approaching him step by step. The sword just now had already hurt Yan Ling's internal organs, and the blood stained one of his gowns red. When he raised the long sword again, he found himself so weak that he could only watch Yan Huo helplessly. It is difficult to stop Qi Yungong. So the sword came again, pointing directly at the throat. Containing an inescapable helplessness towards the world, Yan Ling closed her eyes with a miserable smile, and even puffed out her chest. He was ready to die, by the sword of his brother. He can neither be worthy of his friends (ghost hunting), of course, only death is the best kind of repayment. He can neither get rid of his crimes, and of course only death can be worthy of the world. When the sword strikes again, blood will splatter. The sword had already hit the body, piercing the chest and abdomen of the old butler Qian Daddy who flew forward. The blood splashed again, it was blood of passion, the blood of loyalty and filial piety for the Lord. Yan Di and Yan Ling were shocked at the same time. "No... don't draw the sword, young master, this old servant has... something to say..." If the sword draws people, they will die. Yan Di retreated a few steps in shock, couldn't believe it, and couldn't believe it, looking at the gray-haired loyal servant of the three generations of the Yan family, and said sadly at the same time: "Old... Father, oh my God..." ——Papa Qian was six years old from the Yan family, and he is now sixty-seven years old. Of course, what he has paid for the Yan family in the past sixty-one years is not only the relationship between "master" and "servant", but Yan Di and Yan Ling have a great love for Yan family. His respect has already gone beyond the superficial relationship. "Eldest...Eldest Young Master, you...you must not kill Second Young Master..." Father Qian was sweating profusely, his weather-stained face was distorted by the pain. "Old... Father, why? Why? You... do you know that he killed Xing'er? Do you know that this bastard killed Xing'er in order to take away my Yan family's property?!" Yandi was in so much pain that he looked at him in panic, and he had already thought of how Papa Qian loved him since he was a child. Yes, Father Qian has always been fond of Yan Huo. When he was young, Yan Ling couldn't get all the delicious and fun ones. As long as Yan Di asked, Father Qian never said "no". With a sad smile, Father Qian said sadly: "Eldest...Eldest Young Master, you misunderstood...Who...Who told you that the Second Young Master is not from the Yan family...blood?" "Misunderstanding?! What's the misunderstanding? Dad, I heard that with my own ears..." Yandi's expression changed. "You... what did you hear... what?" "I... once heard my mother say to my father, 'I knew Ling'er was so difficult to take care of, I might as well have taken his mother. Zhong Ai, judging from these many places...he is of course...brought...!" Yan Di already had doubts. The old man was in tears, and Father Qian leaned against Yanling's arms, sighed and said: "Elder...elder young master, you...you would like to listen to the truth, can you...can you trust father?" It may be a coincidence, but it is an indisputable fact. In the generation of the fathers of the brothers, they got married quite early, but one year, two years, five years, and ten years passed, and the hostess never got married. Of course, this kind of situation can drive people to death and madness. Although their parents are deeply affectionate, the concept of "no offspring is greater" has cast the couple into a shadow of fear. So the plan of "cherishing the belly to give birth to a child" was decided under the insistence of the hostess. So no one knew that the owner of the Yan family had a room outside. However, another year passed, and the Yan family's couple changed from hopeful to unhappy. As a last resort, they adopted a two-year-old boy——Yan Di. The world is unpredictable, but at the same time that everyone has given up hope, there is news that Yan Ling was born half a year later. A union without feelings is definitely a tragedy. Yan Ling's mother left silently after receiving a large amount of reward. Perhaps it is a kind of reward mentality. The Yan family couple and the old man have loved Yandi more since childhood, and Yanling's frailty and sickness are of course a heavy burden for the hostess who has never brought up children. Yan Ling's biological mother was eager to have a child, and more than once stated that she wanted to return to the Yan family regardless of her status or status, but was sternly rejected by the hostess, and finally died of depression. This was originally a secret, a secret that only Father Qian knew, because both the Yan family and his wife died young. However, this secret turned into a tragedy of brothers reading the wall when Yan Di took it out of context and thought it was right. "The plaintiff became the defendant", and the white became black. Yan Di looked at the long sword in Father Qian's chest and abdomen, and stepped back step by step... There was not even a trace of blood on his face, it was as pale as a piece of white paper, and his whole body was trembling like an electric shock. Every sentence, every single word of Father Qian hit his heart like a cup, and he could no longer bear this fact, a bloody fact. Because he never thought that he would call others "wild species" over and over again, and in the end he would be the real "wild species". So he himself began to have a hair-raising laugh, which gradually turned into a harsh and manic laughter. Finally, he couldn't stop laughing wildly, and at the same time, his eyes gradually became blank... He staggered away from the cliff. The wind is still howling, but there is a tragic laughter in the wind, as well as shouts of "wild species, I am wild species, I am wild species...". Blood oozes from the corner of Father Qian's mouth. With difficulty, he said in a hoarse voice: "Second...Second Young Master, Eldest Young Master...he is...he is really crazy this time...doing...doing evil..." Yan Ling's heart felt as heavy as a heavy lead, and he said anxiously: "Old... old man, take a break... you take a break, don't say... words, I will help you down... down the mountain. " Shaking his head sadly, Father Qian said, "It's useless...it's useless, father, I...I finally don't... live up to Yan...three generations of the Yan family..." There are many kinds of death, how can the death of benevolence and benevolence not be awe-inspiring? The old man died in Yan Ling's arms with a deep smile. As he said, he lived up to the three generations of the Yan family. . With the bumping of the carriage, Xiaodai's bones seemed to be about to shatter. As soon as the ship docked, he hid his whereabouts and hired this carriage to drive all the way. There was only one reason why he was in such a hurry, and that was that he had to see Zhan Feng as soon as possible, because only Zhan Feng could heal the wound on his body as soon as possible. Wounds old and new, big and small. Therefore, his destination is of course "Zhanbao Villa". "Guest officer." The man driving the car shouted into the airtight compartment. "What's the matter?" Xiao Dai replied lazily, leaning on dozens of soft cushions. "It's like this, sir, we humans can go as hard as we can without eating or drinking, but animals have to stop to drink water, add food and so on, or they will not reach the ground, and they will kick on all four legs when they are tired. , This... What will we old and young live on in the future?...? The driver is long-winded, but he is telling the truth. "Then what do you mean?" "What I mean is...there is a wild shop ten miles ahead, so you can get out of the car to get out of the car, take a pee or something, and let's take the opportunity to feed our black-haired horse. It's a waste of time It won't be long, do you think it will work?" Can't it work? Although Xiaodai didn't have any urine to urinate, he had no choice but to agree, otherwise Ma Zhen would be exhausted halfway, and where would he go to hire a car if he had no town or city? There is no signboard, let alone a hotel. The three thatched houses standing on the side of the road are quite eye-catching, especially for those who are on the road. If you can stop here to rest your legs, drink a bowl of tea or a pot of wine, and then cut some pheasants, beans, etc. for a drink, I am afraid. "Yuebin Restaurant" is not as comfortable here. This is the wild shop referred to by the driver, a veritable wilderness shop. The wild store is a wild store, but when Xiaodai stepped out of the carriage, he found that there were already three middle-aged men dressed in Jianghu, drinking heavily there. Since there was a delay, Xiaodai of course entered the shop, found a table and sat down. Before he could sit still, he already found three pairs of strange eyes looking at him. At this time, Xiao Dai held the mentality that more things are worse than less things, and suppressed the anger that was being "sighted" all the time. Greet the shopkeeper. "What's the matter?" The savage-like shopkeeper, with messy hair and swollen face, walked out from the inside, and asked in a really "polite" way while tightening his belt. "You are the shopkeeper?!" "What?! Not like?!" Dare to feel that this is really an exclusive sale, the shopkeeper's attitude scares people to death. The best way to meet this kind of shopkeeper who is like a king of the mountain and a second child is to keep your mouth shut. Xiao Dai only wanted a pot of wine. When the wine arrives, the glass is full. Before he finished speaking, the driver finished the fodder outside and fed the horses, and then came in. However, he was surprised and said: "Huh?! When did the shopkeeper change? It's strange. I passed by here a few days ago and stopped. At that time...the shopkeeper was still a young couple at that time. ?..." "Huh, what's the matter? Damn, people can't have disasters or illnesses. Something happened. The shopkeeper got rich and moved away. Now I'm the one who runs this shop. If you want to come, come, don't like to leave." Since ancient times, traffickers and pawns, adults who run the wharf outside know when to speak and when not to speak. Don't look at his tongue-tied driver, he just didn't dare to snort at this moment, paid for the food, picked up the wrapped lo-mei, and left the shop. It seemed more comfortable in his own carriage, he thought. Xiaodai's hearing has always been good, how could a master like him have poor hearing? Although it was only a short and very slight voice came from behind, he sighed in his heart, because he knew that he had encountered something that he had to take care of. The voice was a woman's voice, and it was a muffled grunt when someone covered her mouth when she was about to call for help. A shopkeeper like a savage, three shady quack men, and the young couple who originally opened the shop did not show up... Xiaodai knew what happened without even thinking about it. "Help... um—" 又是一声飞哼，这回的声音更明显。 推开椅子，小呆慢慢站了起来。 “干什么？！”那三名大汉中的一名突然伸手一拦，语意不善。 “到后头尿尿。”小呆嚅声道。 “外头尿去。”那人显然没有想到小呆会这么说，愕了一下才回答。 “不……不太好吧！我……我又不是野狗……”小呆更像受了委屈的孩子说。 “哪那么啰嗦？！你不原意就尿到裤子上好上。”那人豹眼环睁吼道。 “这……这太离谱了吧，你……你又不是这的掌柜，难道我借……借用一下茅房你也要管？”小呆装起温来还真像。 这可是实情，那人一时为之语塞。 “掌柜的你这可就不够意思啦，我借你的茅房用用又不是借你的老婆，干嘛那么小气？何况有道'肥水不落外人田'，我这肥水可是蕴藏了许久的上等货，别人想都想不到，哪有你这种死脑筋的？……”小呆连珠泡似的语气已变。 “妈个巴子，老子说没有就是没有——”掌柜的被小呆一阵抢白根本没听出小呆话里的挖苦。 “可是我刚进来的时候，明明看到你提着裤腰带从后头出来，莫不成掌柜的你尿尿都尿在房里？这可不太卫生吧……”小呆淡然的讽道。 这回掌柜的可听出了人家话里含意，不觉暴吼：“'妈的蛋，你这王八羔子要再嘴里不干净，老子就把你丢出去——” 摇了摇头，小呆自语：“啧、啧，我这可真进了黑店。”继而又道。“我说掌柜的，你不让人尿尿算了，何必发那么大的火？嘴里不干不净的是你啊，我的野人大哥，敢情你后头藏了人家的大妹子，要不然干嘛那么紧张？” “我阉了你这小王八蛋——” 掌柜的话没说完，一双毛茸茸的大手暴伸缠向小呆的颈子。 小呆的手永远最快，哪怕他身负重创。 就在掌柜的双手暴伸之际，小呆已经横掠了二步在那三个江湖汉子还没弄清怎么回来的时候，他已扳倒了他们三人。 回过身低下头，掌柜的双手已落空。 这时候小呆的拳头已经重重的击在一张凸起的大肚子下。 没有一个人那部位挨了重击叫得出声和站得起来，所以掌柜的痛弯了腰，双手捂住要害，额际冷汗已一颗颗像黄豆滴落。 “阉了我？！你他妈的晕了头啦，老子没阉了你就算你祖上烧了高香，你们这些江湖末流——” 小呆的话说完，他已穿过了门帘，站在了后头一间像是卧房的门口。 而他第一眼看到的景象就是一个和李员外有着同样一付身材的微胖男人背对着房门口正弯腰从地上拉起裤子。 Li Yuanwai? ! 小呆心里一惊，但随即释然，因为他已看清了那个家伙屁股上一块疤痕。绝不是李员外的胎记。 至于床上，果如所料，一个女人衣衫尽碎仰躺在那，口里塞了一团破布动也不动。 小呆耐心的等着，等着那人穿好裤子。 而那个像李员外的人仍未发觉有人站在门口，一面紧腰带一面滴咕：他奶奶的，这娘们还真不经压，老子才只不过是第二号，你他妈的就挺了尸，外头还有三个，这会已拍桌子砸板的催人了，待会这残局还真不晓得要怎么收拾……” 小呆看着这个像极了李员外却又不是李员外的人，心中怒火已烧至眉毛。 他就这样动也不动的看着对方，但是任何人都看得出来他脸上寒霜满布，杀机隐现。 现在这个人微圆的脸上有种见到鬼的神情。 "You... who are you?!" “你又是谁？”小呆实在懒得多问，可是他想知道这帮人到底是个什么样的组合。 “我……我是员外李，丐……丐帮江南总监察，识时务者最好莫管闲事……” 小呆才真是遇见了鬼。 不过没见过李员外的人是真有可能被对方朦过，奈何这眼睛长在屁股上的李员外又怎么可能骗得了小呆？ 不谈别的，连李员外屁股上有着胎记小呆都知道，这家伙岂不是撞正了大板，盖得离了普？ 马车又再颠簸。 车厢里小呆仍然靠在十几个舒适的软垫上，冷眼瞅着对面鼻青脸肿的假员外。 他心里在想着“夜路走多了，总会遇到鬼”，这句话说得可真一点不错。 而这位假员外动也不敢动的缩在车厢一角，心中忐忑不安的也在想着小呆到底是什么意思，为什么独独留下了自己一人？ “现在你是不是该告诉我你真正的名字嗯？”小呆的声音一响，那黄维德心头蓦然一震。 "I……" “刚才那三十个耳括子是说荒的后果，如果我再听到一句假话，对不起我将你的耳朵开始到你身上所有的器官割完为止，你能说得出，我就能做得到，你好自斟酌，看着办吧，另外我可告诉你我有把握分辩得出你所说的每一句话到底是真话还是假话。”小呆能把人看穿似的道。 “我……我叫黄维德。 “我看你该叫缺德才对。”小呆摇了摇头道：“你们也真够狠，杀了人家丈夫还想轮奸人家老婆，这……这世上怎么有你们这群人渣、蓄牲。” “阁……阁下贵姓？” “少攀交情，他们成了死人，我保证你也活不了多久，留下你是因为我要赶路，以及我有话要问你，现在你告诉我你怎么会想到冒充李员外的？” “因……因为很多人都说我很像他……” “你见过李员外？” “见……见过” "When? Where?" “两……大概两年半前，在……在扬州二十四桥。” 小呆面无表情，其实心跳连连。 因为两年半前他正和李员外及欧阳无双三人在扬州一带。 “当时只有李员外一人吗？”小呆不着痕迹的又问。 “不……不是，还……还有一个笑起来很美的女人在他旁边。” “笑起来很美的女人？” “是的，那女人真是过瘾……”黄维德似乎坠入了一段美妙的回忆里，根本没想到其他顺口而出。 ——像欧阳无双那样的女人当然令人难忘。 过瘾？什么事情能让一个男人对女人下出这种评论？ 小呆蓦然想起了一件可怕的事来。 那就是自己和欧阳无双再重逢的时候，她居然会要自己去杀了李员外。 对这件事他始终不相信欧阳无双的话——为了彼此的相爱而要消除心中的阴影。 现在他似乎已经找到了答案，欧阳无双真正要杀李员外的原因。 男人都喜欢说一些自己得意的事情——尤其是风流韵事，于是他们往往就忘了“祸从口出”的道理。 小呆很技巧，也颇感兴趣的套问着。 “你说的过瘾有多过瘾？娘的，像你这种成天遭蹋人的混蛋恐怕碰到了母猪你也能说过隐。” “我……我……你和李员外是朋友？”这家伙也突然想到有些惊慌的问。 “不，他曾经是我的敌人，我想杀了他，他也想杀了我。”小呆木然道。 “这样就好，这样就好……” 于是说者口沫横飞，忘了自己命在旦夕。 而听者目现惊讶，早已恨不得剥他的皮。 小呆终于明白了事情的真象。 原来欧阳无双失事的当天晚上是中了一种手脚可轻微移动，眼睛却无睁开的强烈媚春药。 因此他虽然看不到对方，却能感觉出对方的身材、特征。 所谓特征当然是她一直想要看李员外的屁股的原因。 也难怪她一口交定是李员外。 小呆不知道，如果他知道早就硬扒了李员外的裤子给欧阳无双鉴定，毕竟李员外那上面的玩意是平滑的一块胎记，而真正的罪魁祸首却是浮的瘰疬。 这两种不同的“表记”差了十万八千里，相信欧阳无双当可轻易的分辨出来。 所以整件事情就是这么阴错阳差，指鹿为马的混淆不清。 当然要怪也只怪李员外，早在欧阳无双提起“记号”的时候他没弄清是什么记号。 否则莫说给人鉴定，就是要他光了屁股游街他大概也做得出来。 毕竟那样一来，他也就不会轻易的背上淫贼、叛帮、被人追杀得像条丧家之犬，更不会有人为了十万两赏银争得头破血流，命断黄沙。 当小呆的脚踢在了黄维德的下阴，他才明白自己上了人家的当。 他冷汗直流，语成不声的道：“你……你到……到底……是谁？” “'快手小呆'，李员外的兄弟——”小果又在同一位置补了一脚，当他已确定“它”这一辈子已无法再“过瘾”时才冷冽的说。 “你……你……你不是说……和他是……敌……” “是你没听清楚，我说的是'曾经'两个字。” 黄维德晕了过去。 不知他是痛晕了过去？还是听了小呆的话才晕了过去？ “有心栽花不开，无心插柳柳成阴。” 小呆又靠在了十几个软垫子上，他慢慢的咀嚼这一句老祖宗留下来的话，颇感心尉自己没一时冲动宰了这黄维德。 现在他又多了个任务，那就是希望李员外没死。 而且最好能早点看到他。