On the breakfast stand:
"Say something anyway." You Mengzhe said.
Holding a chopstick in one hand, Yu Wenhong said, "Tell me not to talk."
You Mengzhe said: "Now we can talk."
Yu Wenhong thought for a while, and said: "There is a kind of spring water in Canghai Pavilion, which can recognize relatives by dripping blood."
You Mengzhe: "Really?!"
Yu Wenhong nodded, and said, "Well, take some of their blood, and add some of your own blood... drip it into the water, and you will know who your father is."
You Mengzhe breathed a sigh of relief: "That's easy, let's go back and get some water, and try one by one."
Yu Wenhong said: "What if Zhao Feihong is your father, but Zhang Yuanshan isn't? Wouldn't he be even more sad?"
You Mengzhe said: "Then... there is no way."
Yu Wenhong said: "What if neither of the two is true, and your own father is the leader?"
You Mengzhe screamed: "Who is my father, I have to figure it out myself!"
Yu Wenhong nodded, and You Mengzhe thought of You Gutian again. If You Gutian was really his father, that would be unbearable. It would be better not to have such a father.
"I don't want to go back." You Mengzhe was suddenly very tired, he threw away the copper coins at the checkout, glanced at Yu Wenhong, thinking that he probably didn't have any ideas, and always followed him.
However, the sky is big and the earth is big, I don't know where is the destination, should I go back to Zhang Yuanshan? You Mengzhe didn't want to go at all, Zhang Yuanshan was sorry for his mother, but also for him, he knew about it when he was living in the capital, but because of his sworn relationship with Zhao Feihong, he never said it.
After Zhao Feihong came to Jiangzhou, he had obviously seen him when he went out in the rain at night.
The scene of Zhao Feihong going to look for Zhang Yuanshan emerged in You Mengzhe's mind, and he couldn't help but wonder what happened at that time, did Zhang Yuanshan finally couldn't help but confess? Zhao Feihong questioned him again, and finally became discouraged, and went back to the inn to sleep.
Until Zhao Feihong prevented himself from going to see Zhang Yuanshan, what kind of mood was he in at that time
It seems that this pair of brothers is not much better, You Mengzhe thought numbly.
"I'll take you to play." Yu Wenhong said suddenly.
It was the first time You Mengzhe heard Yu Wenhong say that. In the past, You Mengzhe said where to go, and then left. Yu Wenhong would definitely follow. He almost never had his own opinion, and he could do whatever he wanted.
It is really unprecedented that he would take the initiative to propose to take himself to play.
"Where are you going?" You Mengzhe said.
Yu Wenhong said: "I only know that the East China Sea is still there. I just left the Canghai Pavilion and stayed there for a while."
You Mengzhe said: "Succeed, let's go to the East China Sea. From now on, you have the final say, and I will follow you."
You Mengzhe took the package and set off, wrote a letter to Zhang Yuanshan, and handed it to the city gate guard for him to pass on. The two of them went out of the cold river first, and sat by the riverside to watch the colorful dragon boats test the water.
The sky is clear and the sky is clear, and a mile-long high platform is built along the river. You Mengzhe stopped and walked and saw the weather was good, suggested: "Sleep here for a while, I'm so sleepy."
Since Yu Wenhong had no objection, the two found a grassy area and snuggled up under a big tree to take a nap.
After waking up and walking again, You Mengzhe stopped watching the Dragon Boat Festival. He went fishing by the river for a while, and then looked for fishermans to eat and live. At night, he slept with Yu Wenhong in his arms. The sky was full of stars, the summer wind was like water, and the river waves , and at noon the next day, the dragon boats of the brigade went up the river mightily, with drums beating loudly.
For a while, I saw dragon boats overflowing the river, drums on thousands of boats were orderly, and the sound of "dong dong" echoed between heaven and earth.
The vast river is surging, a magnificent scene.
Yu Wenhong put his arms around You Mengzhe from behind, and You Mengzhe stretched out his hand to hold his strong arm, watching the scene in the river quietly.
After the dragon boat passed, You Mengzhe smiled and walked hand in hand with Yu Wenhong on the choppy river.
Another day later, Jiangzhou's fleet went south, and the people who had gone to the Duanyang Festival went home. You Mengzhe stopped a boat, and the two rented a boat and headed eastward along the Hanjiang River.
Pass Yangzhou, enter Dong'a Prefecture, take a bus in Dong'a Prefecture, and go to Donghai County, the last city in the east of the Central Plains.
Legend has it that this is the origin of martial arts in the world, it is also the hometown of jugglers, it is a place beyond the control of the emperor in the capital, and it is also the birthplace of the founder of the Dayu Kingdom.
The biggest surname in Donghai County is Li, Li's Inn, Li's Restaurant, Li's Restaurant, etc. There are so many pawnshops like "No. From the day when Li Mou raised his army here, the Li family has been in charge of the country for hundreds of years, and they have not collected a cent of taxes from Donghai County.
This makes the local salt, iron, and commerce circulate very widely, like a free port, where Japanese people from overseas trade, and goods flow to the south of the Yangtze River. The whole city has an unscrupulous but orderly atmosphere. Chaos is chaos, but it establishes a default order.
When You Mengzhe first came here, he was greedy for food and loved to play. He ate a few meals of seafood, drank a lot of wine, and picked shells at the seaside with Yu Wenhong. After drinking, I had a low-grade fever after blowing the sea breeze.
Ever since Jiangzhou was exposed to the rain, he had been suffering from illness, and at this moment, when he came out, he was very sick. He was so weak that he could only lie in the inn and listen to the clanging of swords outside.
East China Sea is the most unruly place, but at the same time it is also the most well-regulated place. The law of the jungle has been preying on the strong since ancient times. Even the most ordinary people here can perform a few Liuhezhang Tongbiquan. Children hold swords and fight outside. It was such a joy.
You Mengzhe was very curious, and lay on the window with Yu Wenhong to look at the street. The July sun was warm, but not too hot, and the sea breeze was very cool.
"What do you want to eat today?" Yu Wenhong asked.
You Mengzhe smacked his lips and said, "Crab."
Yu Wenhong said: "No, you are still sick, can you eat clam porridge?"
You Mengzhe said: "It's okay, just give me a salted duck egg."
So Yu Wenhong took You Mengzhe, one big and one small, out to eat salted duck eggs and clam porridge. You Mengzhe shook Yu Wenhong's hand and suddenly felt that if this guy raised him up, maybe it would be fine.
Yu Wenhong has no opinions, but is very serious and responsible, trying different ways to make You Meng Zhe happy, not like a qualified father, but a gentle father.
The two get along very naturally these days, and You Mengzhe also heard him say a lot about Canghai Pavilion. Like a free fairyland, there are not many restrictions in the sect.
You Mengzhe knocked on the bowl with chopsticks: "It's such a good place, why didn't my mother take Zhao Feihong back to Canghai Pavilion?"
Yu Wenhong peeled the salted duck eggs for You Mengzhe, and said: "She used to think that the mountains were not fun, and she wanted to go to the rivers and lakes, but when she really went to the rivers and lakes, she felt that the rivers and lakes were not fun. Zhao Feihong wanted to go to the Canghai Pavilion all his life, but we Don't recruit a son-in-law."
You Mengzhe said, "What about me? I won't be kicked out."
Yu Wenhong said: "You are the biological grandson of the old pavilion master, how could that be?"
You Mengzhe was relieved, and Yu Wenhong said to himself again: "It's better to forget each other in Jianghu than to be in love with each other."
You Mengzhe laughed and said, "Who said that?"
Yu Wenhong said: "The old pavilion master said that the sky is old, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. They are all fake. It's boring. It's better to get together and get away."
When the two of them were eating, they suddenly saw many people entering the shop, each armed with weapons, clattering or clapping on the table, or making rough voices, asking Xiao Er to serve the food.
"This time on August 15th, when the tide is dry, I don't know if Xianshan will open the door." A bald old man said.
"Hey, there are so many people at the moment, I'm afraid we won't be able to share any treasures." The big man poured wine for the people at the table.
As soon as You Mengzhe heard the word Kuchao, his heart fell in love. He looked at Yu Wenhong and waved his hand to signal him not to turn his head.
"Third Uncle." A woman asked with a smile, "Is the Canghai Pavilion really full of treasures as everyone said?"
The bald-headed old man had a childlike face, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's all just luck, anyway, it's also the natal family of the wife of the leader of the god religion. I heard that this time even the upright martial arts have got news. Maybe in a few days, Donghai will be full of people." .”
"Old monster Qingquan." Someone from the scribes at the next table said.
"You know that name?!" Someone at the table shouted loudly, the sound of drawing a knife, the sound of a sword being drawn, and there was chaos.
A literati ate his porridge by himself, and said with a smile: "Canghai Pavilion is the authentic school of martial arts in the world, everyone should just think about it in their hearts, if you want to destroy the faction and divide the treasure, it will be so sad, don't blame you for not reminding you."
Everyone clamored, the old man signaled to calm down, calmed down and said: "With the leader of Shenjiao Youjiao leading, all the brothers of the family should just go up for a walk, open their eyes and see the world, so what's the problem?"
The scribe smiled, cupped his hands and said: "Coincidentally, our Leader Zhao is the son-in-law of the Canghai Pavilion. This time, we spread the hero post widely and invite us to do the right thing..."
"Fart your mother!" Immediately someone yelled, "It's Master You!"
The Qingquan old monster waved his hand and said: "Brothers don't know, the notice posted outside has already announced to the world that the young master of the Demon Sect is not the real son of the leader."
You Mengzhe was startled, he didn't care to listen to what they said, he went out to look for the notice after paying the bill, went around the city, and saw a lot of notices posted under the city wall.
The first notice was from the Devil's Cult. On it was a dark man with crooked looks and cheeks that were as big as a gourd. There was a small print next to it stating: This man's name is You Mengzhe, the young master of the God's Cult, and he is now living in exile. Outside, if he can be found, the position of leader of the Demon Cult will be handed over.
You Mengzhe: "!!!"
The other notice is graceful and luxurious, and it is well used to promulgate. The brush is like a dragon and snake, and it draws another person with big eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, and a pointed chin. The text notes: This person's name is Zhang Mengzhe. Found it, thank you very much.
You Mengzhe: "..."
There are many onlookers, You Mengzhe said: "This is clearly two people."
Others pointed and said: "Of course there are two people, one surnamed You and one surnamed Zhang."
You Mengzhe pointed to his face and said, "Isn't it just me?"
Everyone teased and said: "What a resemblance, your face is neither round nor sharp, don't fool people."
You Mengzhe screamed: "It's really me! I will give you ten thousand taels of gold for nothing, even the leader of the Demon Cult!"
While talking, someone shouted again: "The real work of the dumb man! The handwriting of the dumb man! This poster alone can be sold for a hundred taels of silver!"
Everyone came to their senses and went to tear up the notice one after another. For a while, the city wall was beaten to pieces, and finally they tore the notice into pieces. Each of them ran away happily with the word "ten thousand".
In the past few days, there were more and more people in the rivers and lakes of the East China Sea, and there were frequent fights. Everyone was talking about the Canghai Pavilion. For a while, the inns were overcrowded, and the weapons shops and medicine halls were in short supply.
You Mengzhe inquired around and learned that it was You Gutian who released the news that the dry tide started on the fifth day of August, and as long as he could reach Qinglong Mountain overseas on August 15th, he could take advantage of the dry tide to climb to the Canghai Pavilion.
But what is he going to do with himself? You Mengzhe has complicated feelings in his heart, and they have nothing to do with each other. You Gutian has raised him for sixteen years. Although he has the grace of nurturing him, he regards himself as a tool to enhance his internal strength... Everyone is even, so it can't be said Which is right and which is wrong, grievances and hatreds are mixed.
But Zhang Yuanshan was really looking for him, and You Mengzhe was hesitating whether to meet him.
On the first day of August, the tiny Donghai County was crowded with nearly 10,000 foreign visitors. Waves of people fighting in the street came and went. People fill in.
You Mengzhe said: "Let's go out and have a look, maybe we can meet someone we know."
Yu Wenhong always let him have the final say, when the two left the inn, someone on the street laughed and said: "If you catch up tomorrow, you will board a boat and go to the overseas fairy mountains. It is even more arrogant to attack Yuheng Mountain..."
"Isn't that right? A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. It is said that this time Master You just brought an urn to the Canghai Pavilion to send his wife's ashes back to her mother's home. He doesn't want anything else. Hey, I'm infatuated..."
You Mengzhe walked past them. In the background, several people slapped an upright warrior until he fell down slowly with blood spurting from his mouth.
"He should really like my mother." You Mengzhe said, "I don't know what to do with me."
Yu Wenhong said: "Maybe I feel ashamed." He used his arms to block the nine-section whips flying around under the tree, and someone was beaten to pieces during the fight and fell to the ground.
There were fallen wounded along the street, the decent and the Demon Sect drew a clear boundary, and the warriors belonging to the Demon Sect retreated towards the south of the city.
Zhao Feihong led the people from the righteous rivers and lakes to gather in the northern city. The two sides built a defensive line at the junction of the northern and southern cities, laying a lot of sandbags.
The dividing line stretched all the way to the pier, with dozens of decent fishing boats parked on one side, and the Demon Cult's big boat on the other. A centipede is dead but not stiff, and the Demon Cult has property all over the world, so a few big ships are naturally no problem.
You Mengzhe and Yu Wenhong sneaked to the pier and spied into the distance.
"This is troublesome." Yu Wenhong whispered: "If you can't rent a boat, what should you do?"
You Mengzhe said: "Find a boat and steal it."
Yu Wenhong said: "Whose boat is on?"
You Mengzhe licked his lips, looked around for a while and said: "Let's see then, let's not go back to the inn at night, just wait here, lest the boat leave later."
Yu Wenhong had no idea, so he nodded, and the two sat down under a big tree, sitting side by side, as the sun set and the city was full of twilight, both of them were tired, so they called off work and went back to eat, preparing to sit down at dawn. The boat went out to sea to find the fairy mountain.
You Mengzhe's hiding place is quite far from the wharf occupied by the Demon Cult. He recognized many congregants, and the guardians on the left and right were there, but he didn't dare to go there, lest You Gutian would do something to him later when he became interested. The moon was gradually rising in the east, and the night sky was clear. You Mengzhe dozed off while leaning on Yu Wenhong's arms, and somehow woke up in the middle of the night.
Many people slept on the pier. You Mengzhe looked out and saw the vast sea tides, rustling, and there was a chair in the middle of the pier, and a person sat on the chair, staring at the endless black sea in a daze.
That is You Gutian.
There was an impulse in You Mengzhe's heart, he just wanted to go over and talk to him, but he didn't want to get up.
Yu Wenhong also woke up, staring at You Mengzhe with star-like eyes, and hugged him tighter.
The blue sea is full of tides, and it is photographed on the pier with the distant memories. It is like a thousand troops rushing in for a moment, and retreating quietly in a moment.
Holding a white jade urn in his arms, You Gutian quietly looked at the end of the sea level. At the beginning of August, a bright moon sprinkled silver light on the sea, spreading from the end of the sky to the coast.
You Mengzhe touched the flute in the bag, took it out and put it to his lips, tried the sound with whining, and started to play. That piece of music is melodious and melodious, ethereal as the sounds of nature.
You Gutian heard it, but didn't look back. He was fascinated by the sea, and the tune was high, like the rising and falling of the tide, until the end of the sky, there was another deep singing voice, as if looking for a companion.
You Mengzhe's pupils contracted slightly, and he could hear the sadness in the song.
"The sky and the earth are infinite, and we share time and time together..."
"Be saddened by the change of life, watch the impermanence of the sun and the moon..."
Zhao Feihong wore a green robe fluttering in the sea breeze in the long night, standing on the roof, his voice was vicissitudes and hoarse, singing songs, echoing You Mengzhe from afar.
You Gutian sighed, turned sideways to order a congregation, and a moment later, the qin came, resting on his knees, and with a sweep of five fingers, it clanged like ten thousand horses galloping, urging the waves to rise and the clouds to perish, and the sea to be raging.
The sound of the flute and the sound of the piano spread to the dark sky, and then turned at the same time, silent at the highest point, just like the sea gently washed away the long-standing story, leaving no traces.
The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.