When the little beggar heard Nie Li rejecting him again, his eyes dimmed. He was a little disappointed, but he didn't resent him because this person had helped him a lot. It was enough for him to remember his kindness for a lifetime.
"What's wrong with you teaching him martial arts? He won't lack anything. " Yang Su Rou couldn't stand Nie Li's indifference. She wanted to see if he would laugh several times.
"Su Rou, maybe he has something to hide, and martial arts and mental cultivation methods can't be taught to outsiders." Qin Xinyin was not as impulsive as Yang Su Rou. She said softly to comfort the little beggar. In the center of Jianghu, martial arts and mental cultivation methods are treasures. They won't be easily taught to outsiders. If good mental cultivation methods and martial arts were everywhere, then there would be no need for big sects to exist.
"My martial arts are special. Those who are not physically handicapped cannot practice it. Those who are not determined cannot practice it. You can't lack either one, or you will die. Unless you are like me, a cripple. " Nie Li said softly. It was very plain words, but it made people feel sad. A martial arts that can't be practiced by those who are not physically handicapped and have a strong will. It can be imagined how difficult this martial arts is. And he, a cripple, what kind of belief does he have to practice martial arts?
The path of martial arts is difficult. Those who are physically handicapped because of their lack of physical body, it is even more difficult. But Nie Li still persisted. The little beggar didn't expect Nie Li's martial arts to have such a requirement. Does he want him to cripple one of his legs? Is his will strong enough? In the end, he didn't have such an impulse and gave up.
"How about this, you come back to the Heavenly Sound Valley with me! But it may be difficult for you and your sister to see each other. But I can help you to smooth things over and allow you to see each other once a year. "Qin Xinyin looked at the little beggar and couldn't help but feel compassion.
"Thank you big sister." The little beggar was ready to accept the pain of being separated from his sister. He didn't expect that there would be a reversal. The little beggar helped his sister up and was ready to follow Yang Su Rou and Qin Xinyin.
"Hero, can you tell me your name? I will remember it in my heart. " The little beggar looked at Nie Li who was ready to leave and suddenly asked. He felt that they would meet again.
"Nie Li." Nie Li said concisely and then left. The limping figure slowly left. "My name is Zhou Yue," the little beggar shouted at Nie Li's back. "Brother, his heart must be crying!" Zhou Ning raised her head and looked in the direction that Nie Li had left. She could feel a deep sadness from this person who had only spoken a few words.
Yang Surou only muttered Nie Li's name in her heart. However, Qin Xinyin was staring at the back of that person. Maybe his heart was really crying! The kind of grief that no one could hear, but could always feel.
The sky quickly darkened. Nie Li returned to the restaurant and placed the clothes he bought into the big bag. Looking at the emerald green bamboo flute, he gently held it in his hand, stood by the window, and began to play.
A melodious tune began to play. At first, it was calm and peaceful, making people feel incomparably comfortable. It could always evoke the calmest beauty and warmth in one's heart.
But the sound of the flute suddenly changed, hurried and sorrowful, like a tragedy, but also like a massacre, full of sorrow. Finally, the tune changed again. It was as calm as the beginning, but it contained the vicissitudes and loneliness after the storm.
After one song, Nie Li opened his eyes, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and put away the flute. "You played it well." Mu Si's voice came from the other window.
"Thank you." Nie Li simply responded, stood up, and jumped into the house.
"Can you tell me the name of this song?" Mu Si looked at Nie Li's leaving figure and hurriedly said. In fact, she also realized that the distance between the two of them had returned to its original state.
Hearing Mu Si's words, Nie Li was stunned. He began to recall what the name of this song was. He also wanted to know. He remembered that his father used to like to sit in the courtyard and play this song.
Father, what's the name of such a nice song?
Silly child, how can a song have a name? Everything follows one's nature, everything follows one's heart. This is life. Your life is also a song, you will slowly learn how to play it.
"This song is called Life Separation Song." Nie Li finished and went into the house. Separation Song, Nie Li's song, Nie Li's life. Looking at his disappearing figure, Mu Si was still absent-minded for a long time. The moon in the night sky was still so bright.
Returning to the house, Nie Li operated his cultivation technique. At this moment, he couldn't slack off. Cao Xin was watching him from the front and there was an unknown group of people waiting on him from the back. Especially today's battle with Yang Suru, he knew that his strength wasn't enough.
One cycle after another, the night passed quickly. Nie Li looked at the sky that was gradually getting brighter. He did not stop operating his cultivation technique, instead, he continued to immerse himself in his cultivation.
At this moment, Gusu City, which was a thousand miles away from Cloud Sea City, opened its gates early in the morning. A white horse galloped on the empty street. A white clothed man sat on the horse. His facial features were regular, and he looked a little like Chen Shu. There was an inexplicable affinity. He carried a long sword on his back, and had an elegant temperament like an immortal. This person was a disciple of the Heng Mountain Faction, Chen Shu's son, and Chen Feng's brother, Chen Jiang.
He rode the horse towards the direction of the Chen Mansion. But when he saw the two soldiers guarding the door, he had a bad premonition. He hurriedly jumped off the horse and pushed the door open to enter.
The huge wooden door seemed to be as light as a feather in his hands. When he pushed the door open, the Chen Mansion was still the same as before. However, there was no one in the mansion.
"Where are the people in the mansion?" Chen Jiang asked the soldier at the door with a sharp gaze. The soldier did not dare to look at Chen Jiang. He felt that there was a sword above his head that could kill him at any time.
"They were all killed." The soldier said in a trembling voice. When Chen Jiang heard this, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. He released his hands in disbelief, as if he was having a seizure. However, he quickly calmed down.
"Who did it?" Chen Jiang's tone was calm, as if the people who died were not his family.
"I don't know. The county magistrate asked you to find him. He will tell you." Before the soldier finished speaking, Chen Jiang's figure was already at the end of the street.
In the county government here, the county magistrate bent over the table and wrote. He had been on tenterhooks for the past few days. The serial murder case and the destruction of the Chen family had been a nightmare that had troubled him. However, both of them had coincidentally subsided.
The county magistrate had also thought that Nie Li was the instigator of everything. However, the deceased in the serial murder case had extremely high martial arts. Even the patrol inspector might not be able to escape unscathed. Nie Li, a fourteen-year-old child, might not be able to kill them even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb.
"Chen Jiang only asks for one thing. I hope the county magistrate can tell me." Just as the county magistrate was working hard, Chen Jiang's voice came from all directions. The county magistrate suddenly sat up. He had been waiting for Chen Jiang to come back for the past few days. Only then did he send his men to guard the Chen Mansion. Finally, the moment he had been waiting for had arrived.
"My condolences, young hero Chen. We can't do anything about the death of your father and brother. You can go to the station to find the patrol inspector for the cause and effect. He will tell you all the details. "The county magistrate put down the pen, raised his Qi, and concentrated his voice.
"Thank you." After he finished speaking, the pressure disappeared. The county magistrate also heaved a sigh of relief and slumped into the chair. He did not expect Chen Jiang's martial arts to be so high. He was afraid that he had already reached the peak of the acquired realm. He was only twenty years old. Sure enough, people from big sects were different.
Seeing that he had been dealt with time and time again, Chen Jiang's anger grew. However, the patrol inspector's identity made him dare not show the slightest dissatisfaction.
The patrol inspector of the Great Song Dynasty was a person appointed by the Emperor. He was not under anyone's jurisdiction and directly took orders from the Emperor. He had great power to kill. Although he did not have much power in the imperial court, once he was sent to a local area, he was a knife that the Emperor placed on the local officials' heads.
However, how could a small city like Gusu City attract a Patrol Envoy? The County Magistrate was also puzzled. Not long after the serial murders, the Patrol Envoy came. However, a small Gusu City County Magistrate like him had nothing to be concerned about.
"Patrol Inspector, I hope you can tell me about the destruction of the Chen Estate." Chen Jiang came to the relay station and spoke loudly. In front of the patrol inspector, he still had to play his role. Even if he had a stomach full of anger, he still had to suppress it. As long as he was in the Great Song Dynasty, he could not offend the imperial court.
"Let's talk inside." A door slowly opened and Chen Jiang lightly jumped in. As soon as he entered the room, he saw a man around thirty years old sitting at a table and pouring tea.
Chen Jiang's eyes narrowed because he did not feel any internal energy from this person. There were only two situations for this kind of person. Either he did not know martial arts, or his martial arts were extremely high. However, as a patrol inspector of the Great Song Dynasty, how could he not know martial arts?
The strength of the person in front of him was not inferior to his master's. "I wonder which elder of Heng Mountain is Young Hero Chen's master?" Wang Zhi casually asked as he handed the tea to Chen Jiang.
"Thank you, Patrol Inspector. I am indebted to Misty Sea Shadow Sword Huang Tingyi for grooming me." Chen Jiang reported his master's name.
"I did not expect you to be a hero so famous on the Wind Cloud List. I have long heard of your master's name. I presume that Young Hero Chen's mastery of the Thirteen Cloudy Mist Swords has already reached perfection! " Wang Zhi took a sip of tea. Although he said that he had long heard of Chen Jiang, there was no trace of respect on his face.
"Patrol Inspector is praising me too much. I am unable to learn all of Master's famous skills, but with these few skills, I can still walk in the Jianghu." Chen Jiang also went along with it. Although he could hear that there was not much respect in Wang Zhi's words, this was not something that a junior like him could interfere with.
"May I ask Patrol Inspector, who is the person who exterminated my Chen Clan?" Chen Jiang asked. He did not want to waste time talking nonsense with Wang Zhi.
"It is Nie Li from Gusu City." Wang Zhi said Nie Li's name.
"Nie Li? Why have I never heard of this person in Gusu City?" Chen Jiang's face was filled with doubt.
"This person is about the same age as your brother Chen Feng. The two of them were schoolmates, but your brother bullied and humiliated him." Wang Zhi told Chen Jiang everything he saw and knew.
"Nie Li, I will definitely make you accompany my Chen Clan in death." Chen Jiang was obviously blinded by hatred and anger. Wang Zhi also sighed. In this Jianghu, you kill me, I kill you. Hatred will never stop. Therefore, he knew that it was useless for him to say anything more. Even if Chen Jiang knew that his brother destroyed Nie Li's family, he would not let go of this hatred.
Hatred burns, hatred cannot be extinguished. Death creates resentment. Resentment creates resentment, killing from generation to generation. This wave can only be ended.
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