From the west gate of Maplewood City, they walked along the official road for about seven to eight li before turning left into a small path. In less than half an hour, they could see the Green Willow River surrounded by weeping willows.
At this moment, the night wind was blowing and the moon was reflected in the waves.
When Jiang Wang walked out of the small path, he saw Ling He's thin figure standing by the river like a silent tree.
"Hey, let me see, let me see." Zhao Rucheng rushed in front of him and said, "You must be hiding and crying, right?"
Ling He was a little helpless, "Why are you here?"
"Your voice is a little hoarse. You must have cried! "
At this moment, a rough voice came from the bushes beside the river, "Surnamed Zhao, do you know that sometimes you need to be taught a lesson?"
"Brother Hu, you're here too?" Zhao Rucheng shrunk his neck. Du Yehu was a barbarian. He would really beat him up without caring about his handsome face.
"I was originally drinking here." Du Yehu said resentfully. The smell of alcohol wafted in the night wind, "I didn't expect him to carry that guy over. What bad luck."
"That's right! Why did you bury him? " Zhao Rucheng continued, "This kind of unscrupulous thing should be thrown into the river and let him float down to feed the fish and shrimps."
Jiang Wang looked in the direction Du Yehu came out from, "He's buried there?"
"Lao San." Taking Jiang Wang's feelings into consideration, Ling He explained, "I didn't forget Pengju's bad deeds, but I also remember his good deeds. My family wasn't well off and I often didn't have enough to eat. Pengju always used the excuse of wanting me to teach him martial arts and wouldn't let me leave until it was time to eat. He deserved to die, but I couldn't let his corpse be exposed in the wilderness … Of course, you were also very good to me. That year when we attacked the Black Bull Camp, you saved me … "
"Why are you saying this?" Jiang Wang interrupted him, "When my father was alive, he told me that adults are different from children. The first thing an adult needs to learn is to seek common ground while reserving differences. Those who don't play with me, so you can't play with me are children. You and Fang Pengju and I, let's talk about our own business. I won't affect your feelings for him, and you won't affect my severing ties with him. "
"That's true." Ling He said.
He looked left and right at the bank of the green willows under the night sky. "It feels like it was yesterday. Not much has changed here, but we are all different now. "
"There's nothing that can't change. The only thing that doesn't change in this world is that it's always changing." After Zhao Rucheng said this sentence meaningfully, he shamelessly leaned in front of Ling He and said, "You don't have to bury someone until so late. Are you two hugging each other and crying?"
As soon as his voice fell, he rose from the ground and nimbly dodged Du Yehu's hairy leg that was flying towards him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, getting angry out of humiliation …" Before he could finish his provocative words, he hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed, "I was wrong, I was wrong, Brother Hu."
Du Yehu rubbed his fists and chased after her. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was just about to hug you and cry."
Looking at the two fighting, Ling He leisurely said, "But I believe there are some things that won't change."
"I agree with half of what you said." Jiang Wang said.
Du Yehu and Zhao Rucheng's "exchange of pointers" somehow turned into a four-man melee. Punches and kicks were thrown out, tripping each other. In the end, everyone was gasping for breath, then laughing together, then hugging each other and crying.
If someone passed by Green Willow River tonight, there would probably be some ghost story about water ghosts.
The four brothers finally left Green Willow River side by side, leaving this place that recorded their youth and friendship.
No one said anything else.
But Zhao Rucheng turned his head and muttered,
"When we get there, don't harm your friends. You'll die. "
…
Moonlight flowed through the sparkling Green Willow River, and also poured down from the broken roof of the Huanzhen Temple.
Perhaps it was because of the moonlight, but the faces of the two people talking in this broken temple appeared extremely pale.
One of them was a beautiful woman. She wore a bright red dress, and her figure was wonderful and curvaceous. Especially the dazzling whiteness at the slightly open neckline, it was so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off it.
Her face was a little too pale. Logically speaking, she should appear weak and sickly, but she gave off an astonishingly gorgeous feeling. Perhaps it was because of her overly bright red lips?
She sat on the dusty incense table without a care, so beautiful and so unperturbed.
She used her little finger to gently wipe her red lips and said, "The child beggars in this temple are all dead. It's really distressing. What can we use to ask for a divine decree?"
The voice seemed to first circle around the spider web at the corner of the eaves before it was sent to where it should be. It sounded a bit empty.
"A cultivator's life spirit is enough."
The person who spoke stood at the door. Unlike the woman in red, he didn't even want to put half a foot in this filthy broken temple. He even used a handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms to cover his mouth and nose.
"Oh, it's easy to say," the woman in red said, "We have to be sneaky when killing a few mortals. Killing a cultivator? Are you afraid that the Zhuangguo Imperial Court won't be able to find us? "
"Everyone in this city will die sooner or later." As the man spoke, he frowned. "Do we have to choose a place like this to talk?"
The woman in red giggled. "The world famous Zuo Guanglie died here. The people of the Zhuangguo Imperial Court have turned this place inside out more than ten times. There's no place cleaner than this. "
Speaking of Zuo Guanglie, she closed her eyes slightly and revealed an intoxicated expression. Even her pale face quickly flushed. "I seem to be able to smell his majestic aura."
"Let's get back to business." The man calmly interrupted her reverie. "Wei Quji is not someone to be trifled with. Now that Dong A has come, we have to find the Daozi as soon as possible. Those Qinchu barbarians are fighting here, disrupting the Anzhen Temple's sacrificial ceremony. If you ask me, instead of secretly capturing a few mortals, why don't we just sacrifice a cultivator? It's simpler and more straightforward. "
"There's more than one way to seek death. Why do you have to be so rigid? Isn't it better to draw a sword and slit the throat? Or draw lightning to devour the body? "
Perhaps because her reverie was interrupted, the woman in red opened her beautiful eyes and stopped smiling. "Before the Daozi appears, you better know what it means to keep a low profile!"
The man seemed to be somewhat annoyed. He covered his nose and said, "Miaoyu! It's as if attacking Maplewood Daozi wasn't your idea! Now that you've stirred up a storm in the city, our grand plan will fail on the verge of success! "
"What do you know? This world is too big, and there are too many accidents! Who would've thought that Zuo Guanglie would die like this? It just so happened to disrupt our sacrificial ceremony. At the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, Bai Gu has been silent for too long! There can't be any more accidents! Right now, Dong A is the most important person in Maplewood City. We have to know his strength and bottom line! A certain amount of sacrifice is unavoidable. Besides … "
The woman in red named Miaoyu licked her lips. "Do you know that the beggars in this broken temple haven't all died? I smelled a familiar scent in Maplewood City's Daozi … "
This filthy environment made the man increasingly impatient. "Is the life and death of a mere beggar worthy of my concern?"
This time, Miaoyu only stretched lazily, showing off her beautiful figure without a doubt. "Idiot."
The man narrowed his eyes, concealing the desire that flashed through his eyes. "Don't think that just because you're the Daozi's woman in name, you can be so impudent. There have been many Saintesses in the sect for thousands of years. When the Daozi appears, whether or not he wants you, whether or not he recognizes you, we'll have to see. "
"Beautiful white bones, empty and illusory. Can't you see through it? "
"Hehehehe." The man turned and walked out of the temple. "Whether or not I see through it, what does it matter? That's all there is to it. "
After a long time, in this quiet and broken old temple, a seductive murmur softly sounded, rippling out like moonlight.
"How could he not love me? How could he not want me? I've waited for so many years, waited for so many years … "
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