Legend of Fei

Chapter 77: Chongyun

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A long drought comes with rain, and a long hunger comes with dry food. Li Sheng is really hungry. He feels that he can swallow a cow with his mouth open. Even if his tongue is scalded by the steaming stuffing of steamed buns, he still grit his teeth bravely, never mind. Back off.

After eating a bun, it was like a pebble falling into the abyss, and there was no sound in his stomach. Li Sheng ate five slap-sized buns in a row, but he was still not full, but he felt that he had some confidence in his heart, so he wouldn't be let down. A gust of wind blew away. He no longer devoured it, and his thin face was filled with indescribable thoughts.

Li Jinrong was still waiting for him to reply. Li Sheng didn't know where to start. He instinctively found the most impressive thing and said to Li Jinrong, "Do you know about the death of the old castle master Huo?"

Li Jinrong, of course, heard that Huo Liantao was carrying a lot of righteous and dignified flags. The four words "revenge snow hate" were engraved into a large plaque, and a group of people was recruited for them to rebel directly.

Li Jinrong nodded: "Greedy Wolf and Wu Qu joined hands to set fire to Huojiabao in Yueyang, I know about it."

"Huojiabao was not burnt by greedy wolves and martial arts," Li Sheng whispered. He raised his head slightly, the horizon suppressed by the night was far in the sky, and only a deeper and darker shadow could be seen at this time. After a long while, when Li Jinrong had begun to wait impatiently, he continued, "Huo Liantao left Mr. Huo behind to cover up his whereabouts. The fire was set by their own family. I... I saw it with my own eyes."

Li Jinrong asked, "You were in Huojiabao at that time?"

Mr. Huo and Li Zheng are very friendly, but Huo Liantao is less likable. Mr. Huo has long ignored the affairs of Huojiabao, and has always been ill to the outside world, and his friends from the past gradually stopped going to Huojiabao. .

Li Sheng's throat moved slightly, and then, in a few words, he first explained the reason and history of how he managed to get away from Mrs. Wang all the way.

Li Jinrong: "..."

She lost her words for a while. Over the years, she has had too many people and things in her heart. Forty-eight villages are divided into a large part, and Zhou Yitang is divided into a small part. Naturally, only "strict discipline" is left for her younger generation. Baba's criterion—of course it was a little harsher for Zhou Fei.

She never knew what Li Sheng was thinking.

And this should be the most subtle and inhumane young man's mind. At this time, Li Sheng said it, but it was indifferent, as if he was talking about someone else's story.

"The location of the hidden stake in our village, where and how to get there, I thought I figured it out," Li Sheng said, "Unexpectedly, I ran into a horse thief just after leaving, and made a plot."

Li Jinrong came back to his senses and was a little puzzled - Li Sheng has worked hard all these years, what kind of horse thief can easily rob his horse

"It's Suzaku's master of Mu Xiaoqiao," Li Sheng explained, listening to Li Jinrong's slight sigh, he finally showed a smile unique to a young man, as if he was proud of his success in scaring people, but that smile was a little different. Even though it was fleeting, Li Sheng's face quickly sank, and he continued, "After Mu Xiaoqiao escaped from the mountain of living and dead, he became Huo Liantao's thug, collecting money and horses for him. I was knocked out by them and thrown aside. Before they came back to silence, they ran into Senior Chong Yunzi who happened to be passing by."

Li Jinrong said: "Qimen has not asked about the world for a long time, why is the head of Chongyun in Yueyang?"

"The location of Qimen has long been exposed," Li Sheng said, "Senior Chongyunzi has always been in contact with General Zhongwu, and General Wu has Cao Zhongkun's eyeliner. After they killed General Wu, they found out the location of Qimen. It’s just that outside Qimen is a formation with three layers inside and three layers outside. Change out of the Taoist robe, pretend to be an ordinary merchant pawn, and break it into pieces, and then you can get out of trouble."

A group of Taoist priests who live in seclusion and are almost indistinguishable from the world. In the end, they can't keep their Taoist temples, and they can't even keep their robes and dust. Li Jinrong wanted to sigh, but suddenly there was a faint movement in his heart, and a sour rabbit died and fox grieved - Qimen is like this, Aren't the current 48 villages similar in purpose

"I don't know why Senior Chongyun came to Yueyang alone, he didn't tell me anything," Li Sheng's voice interrupted Li Jinrong's thoughts, "I insisted on not going back, and I wanted to follow him... I went to Huojiabao together. When we sneaked in, Huo Liantao had not only received the news and ran away, but the huge Huojiabao had become an empty shell. he already… "

Li Jinrong glanced at him and asked silently.

"Stupid." Li Sheng sighed, "I don't remember anything, and I can't speak clearly. Three meals a day have to be brought in front of me and fed one spoon at a time, and it's still scattered all over the place, and my family is there. He's got a circle around his neck..."

Li Sheng shook his head and couldn't bear to describe it in detail: "But Daoist Chongyun doesn't know why, he always suspects that he is pretending, so I had to accompany him to hide in Huojiabao for several days."

"Just saw the Huojiabao fire?" Li Jinrong asked suspiciously.

Li Sheng nodded: "Auntie must be surprised. Senior Chongyun and I are both there. Since we saw it, why didn't we rescue the old fortress? When the fire was on, the old fortress was watering the flowers in the yard. Will stay, he has been like this for the past few days, sometimes he is completely stupid, sometimes he is in a trance, the kettle is empty, he still stands there blankly with the kettle upside down, I heard rumors in the front yard. When there was a commotion, someone shouted to get out of the water, and the entire Huojiabao was in chaos. I wanted to carry him out, but Senior Chongyun held me down. I saw... Old Fortress Huo suddenly laughed."

"When he smiled, he was suddenly neither stupid nor stupid. He shook his head while laughing, and then raised his head to look at the direction we were hiding. Senior Chongyunzi appeared, one of them was in the courtyard and the other was outside. When the house was already lit, and the thick smoke was spreading over the sky, I was worried, and I didn't know what the two of them were looking at each other with their big eyes and small eyes... Then the old castle master Huo clenched his fists at Senior Yunzi, and gradually He stopped laughing and shook his head again." Li Sheng said, "Then a servant rushed in yelling, trying to pull him out of the yard, but the old fortress laughed three times and lifted the man with a palm. He fluttered out of the courtyard, folded a newly opened flower, walked slowly into the burning house without looking back, and closed the doors and windows tightly..."

Forty-eight Village's most elite men and horses walked in a hurry, the sound of the horse's hoofs was almost clear, and Li Sheng's last words were almost drowned in the sound of the horse's hoofs, as light as a sigh.

Li Jinrong's expression became more and more tense.

In the early years, she had heard the legend that the old fortress Huo was stupid, but she didn't take it too seriously. Many people were stupid and stupid. Mr. Huo was much older than Li Zheng. He was old and confused. It's not unusual, but after listening to Li Sheng's description in a few words, she came up with a terrifying inference—Is the old Fort Master Huo stupid, or did someone harm him

Is the "trance" in Li Sheng's mouth a process of recovering his mind

If so, it's pretty clear who the culprit is.

"Senior Chongyun didn't let me save him, and kept watching with tears in his eyes. We didn't leave until the fire swallowed the entire small courtyard and was about to sweep over." Li Sheng said, "Senior Chongyun knows my teacher's inheritance. After leaving Yueyang, he did not continue to leave. Instead, he found a small farmhouse to live in and asked me if I wanted to learn their Qimen Dunjia technique. I learned from him. More than two months later, another person dressed as a Taoist priest came, the humane number Chongxiao, polite and respectful to Senior Chongyun, commensurate with the head."

When Li Sheng said this, he paused for a while.

Li Jinrong had never heard of the name "Chongxiao", so he asked, "What?"

"Senior Chongyun told me what he was going to pass on to you, saying that it was a very important sentence, and then sent me back to Shu. It's inconvenient to be disturbed because of the urgent matter, so I packed up my luggage and left the next day." Li Sheng's pale lips pursed into a thin line, "But... I always feel that the expression on his face when he took me on the road that day was the same as that of Huo Huo. The old castle owner turned around and walked into the fire with exactly the same expression. After walking for a while, the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became, so he turned around to look for it... The small courtyard was empty."

Li Jinrong clenched the reins of the horse, and pondered over the words that Chong Yunzi brought her.

Li Sheng didn't bother her, and walked quietly to the side. When this young man left home last year, he was a cynical half-year-old. When he came back, he looked like a man.

Li Jinrong glanced at him, stretched out a hand to touch the smudge on his face, and asked, "How did you do this?"

Li Sheng wiped it casually, and said nonchalantly, "Oh, it's okay, I fell and scratched the skin a little, and the scab just fell off, and it will be fine in a few days."

Li Jinrong: "... how did you fall?"

Li Sheng smiled - he used a little cleverness and the Stonehenge of Taoist Chongyun to block the chasing assassins for a while, and then did not go in the direction of Shuzhong, but mixed in under the eyes of the chasing assassins among the refugees who moved from north to south.

The refugees also have leaders. They are already subordinates, but they still rely on exploiting the old, weak, sick and disabled in the team to maintain their "leader" status. If the newcomer wants to be "protected by the leader," he must have enough knowledge. Just pay enough food.

Ming Feng's assassins probably never imagined that when they were chasing the cunning young master of the Li family all the way to the south, the "young master" who had never lost face no matter how embarrassed it was, was actually on the side of the road and was attacked by several vicious men. The refugee pressed his head on the ground to "teach him a lesson", his face rubbed a bloody road covered with dust on the ground.

It was by this that he completely got rid of Mingfeng's assassin.

When Li Sheng thought of this, he was a little proud and a little ashamed - because he was not good at learning, he had to make this kind of cleverness, and when he was swinging back and forth between "showing his wit" and "less shameful", Li Jinrong reached out. His hand touched his face, and Li Sheng was stunned for a moment, but Li Jinrong gently rubbed the piece of his torn flesh with his fingertips, and suddenly said, "Have you suffered a lot?"

Li Shaoxia, who was fighting wits and bravery with a large group of assassins when traveling through mountains and rivers, suddenly had a sore nose. He fought his life to hold back the redness of his eyes. He lowered his eyes, leaned back, and rubbed his face hard, as if nothing had happened. He said: "What's the matter, I think Mingfeng is nothing more than that... By the way, Auntie, I heard a lot of messy legends on the way, what happened to A Fei and the others, haven't they come back yet?"

Zhou Fei succeeded in absconding from the increasingly popular legend, but unexpectedly, before reaching home, she was confronted with an even bigger crisis.

In Huarong City, she took Wu Chuchudong to hide in Tibet, and in the secret road of Hengshan, she held a sword that was out of hand and met the Qinglong Lord on a narrow road—every time she faced an unbelievably powerful enemy. All things added together, there was no such moment, which left her at a loss.

Taking a step forward to live, taking a step back to die, it can be considered heroic if it is a big deal to explain the small life there... But this is the Forty-Eight Village, her home, and a section of her spine that supports her in the sinister mountains and rivers.

The fragmented memory fragments of childhood were suddenly connected to the firelight and the screams of killing in front of him, which became extraordinarily real.

Ma Jili took a deep breath, as if he had made a very difficult decision, and said to Zhou Fei: "It seems that the sentry is just a scoundrel, and the Xi Mojiang is the big one. That's just right—A Fei, your effort is enough to protect yourself. Now, bring Ayan and the others, how come and how come down the mountain, before they find out, let's go!"

Zhou Fei tightly clasped Wangchun Mountain in her palm.

In the secret road of Hengshan, Xie Yun was also angrily urging her to leave quickly, fleeing back to her forty-eight villages surrounded by mountains, and continue to be her carefree little disciple. Better yet, don't be so embarrassed...

But since everything can't go well, how can there be so many nights full of blood and fire, waiting for you to "get ready"

At this moment, Xie Yun stretched out a hand and gently pressed Zhou Fei's shoulder.

Zhou Fei was shocked, and she could almost guess what Xie Yun was going to say, so she smiled bitterly: "Why, do you want to say 'Leave the green hills, not afraid of running out of firewood'?"

Xie Yun shook his head: "I won't talk about this today."

Zhou Fei turned to look at him.

When Xie Yun is not smiling, he has a very strange melancholy temperament, like a lonely aristocrat after the country's collapse, even though he still has an empty palace in Jinling.

"A Fei," Xie Yun said, "people spend their whole lives thinking about going home, I understand."

Zhou Fei felt a pain in her chest.

The corners of Xie Yun's mouth twitched, and he showed his usual lazy and somewhat mocking smile: "I promise not to talk much this time, I'll be with you, no need to thank you, it's a big deal."

Zhou Fei slapped his dog's paw away with a slap, put Wangchun Mountain in its sheath, and said to Ma Jily: "Uncle Ma, when the old village owner passed away, how did the great master set up the forty-eight villages?"