Five hundred years ago, he left on a crane. Five hundred years later, he returned on a crane.
In the vast expanse of mist, the yellow crane flew across the Yellow Crane Tower. An old scholar said in a daze, "I have witnessed this scene. My life was not in vain."
Jiangnan.
Old people, old scenes, old memories.
The autumn wind rose, autumn leaves fell, people gathered and parted, autumn crows perched and startled, missing each other and not knowing when they would meet again. This scene was embarrassing.
The beautiful peonies of Baoguo Temple withered one after another. In the autumn season, there were still some hundred-year-old osmanthus to be admired. The trees were old, the branches were evergreen, and the fragrance assailed the nostrils. Recently, the Lu family of Huting County had overshadowed the other three families. It was like the osmanthus tree in front of a pair of women, growing alone in the forest. The head of the Lu family took the blame and resigned from the Imperial College. After drinking wine, he profited from the misfortune and entered the Ministry of Rites, becoming a second-rank official. After the Carefree Sanren Tangxi Sword Immortal Lu Baijie left Retreat Garden, he went to the capital and immediately assumed the position of assistant minister of the Ministry of War. He was only one step away from becoming a cabinet official. The two brothers echoed each other from a distance. The Jiangnan Lu family became famous overnight. They had to re-evaluate the family of the King of Beiliang. The family's reputation rose, but the most beautiful widow in Gangnam-do with a bad reputation was completely neglected. The scholar Liu Liting was dragged to death on a horse. Who in Huting County dared to get close to her? It was said that the widow caught a cold and her body, which was not weak, became thin. It was said that she lost a lot of weight. The men in Gangnam-do had complicated thoughts, but the women were united against a common enemy. Many of those who had suffered losses hurried to the temples and Taoist temples to burn incense and pray to the Bodhisattvas. They wished that the fox spirit would die sooner. When the noble women who were familiar with her met, they would curse her in private to feel better. Now that the center of power of the Lu family had moved to the capital and the court, especially after the Tangxi Sword Immortal left Gangnam-do, it was inevitable that the Lu family of Huting County would not be able to gain any advantage over trivial matters. The rumors that had been suppressed became more and more intense. The attacks and curses against the widow were reignited.
The osmanthus seeds fell in front of the old osmanthus trees. The maid Qiao said angrily, "Miss, those shrews don't learn their lesson. They're starting to talk bad about you again! I really want to slap their mouths! "
Compared to before, she was indeed a much thinner woman. She reached out and tapped the tip of her maidservant's nose. She smiled charmingly and said, "You're still talking about others. Aren't you a little shrew yourself?"
The young maidservant with delicate features giggled and said, "I heard from the heir that Miss used to love wearing red dresses and red garments. Why has Qiao Er never seen it before?"
The woman looked absent-minded and said softly, "You're still young, you won't understand even if I tell you."
Dumb Qiao muttered, "He's not small anymore."
The woman bent down and picked up a handful of golden osmanthus seeds. Her hands were filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers. She raised her head and looked at the osmanthus leaves in silence.
Qiao "Qiao, Qiao" Qiao, Qiao Qiao. "
The pale-faced woman shook her head and said, "Let's wait a little longer."
Qiao Qiao of Qiao of Qiao of, Qiao, Qiao, Qiao, Qiof Qiao.
The woman smiled. "Tell me about it."
The maid lowered her head and said, "His Royal Highness once chatted with Qiao Qiao. He said that there was a coward on Mount Wudang who secretly liked you all these years."
Qiao Qiao looked up at the sky and loosened her fingers. The osmanthus seeds fell one by one. She sighed. "My brother lied to you."
Qiao Qiao asked cautiously, "Actually, you're also waiting in your heart, aren't you?"
Qiao Qiao asked. The woman turned her head and flicked her maid's smooth forehead. "You shameless girl."
Qiao Qiao's face turned red. She puffed up her cheeks and sulked.
"You're Xu Zhihu?"
Qiao Qiao heard a gloomy voice.
Qiao Qiao raised her head in anger. She followed the voice and saw a young man squatting on the wall of Baoguo Temple with a long saber on his back.
Xu Zhihu reached out and pulled the maid behind him. "Why are you looking for me?" he asked calmly.
The sabersman grinned. "I'm Yuan Tingshan. I don't change my name. I have some grudges with His Royal Highness's brother. Besides, I'm doing things for others. If not, I wouldn't have come to Gangnam-do to make things difficult for a widow like you."
Xu Zhihu's face darkened, but he did not panic.
Yuan Tingshan, who had rushed all the way from Mount Hui to Gangnam-do, laughed. "I'll kill all the guards of Lu Mansion outside. Those bald donkeys of Baoguo Temple don't know what's good for them, so I'll kill them all and send them to meet Buddha in the Western Paradise. To be honest, only Sword Immortal Tang Xi can fight with me in Gangnam-do. It's a pity that he went to the capital. Xu Zhihu, let alone Baoguo Temple, even if you were in Lu Mansion, I could still kill my way to you from the gate!"
Xu Zhihu sneered. "If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why are you nagging like a woman?"
Yuan Tingshan was not angry at all. He stared curiously at the beautiful widow and clicked his tongue. "In the past, when I killed people, I didn't waste my breath with those who were about to die. But you're different. You have an interesting background. It's a pity that I can kill you with a saber."
Xu Zhihu asked, "What do you mean?"
Yuan Tingshan tilted his head and stretched out a bleeding arm. "You're not afraid of death? If you're relying on that death warrior from Beiliang's maiden family who secretly protected you, then I might as well tell you that that brother is also dead. It's probably because he hasn't done any big business for many years and is a bit rusty. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have to wait until later to enter Baoguo Temple. Xu Zhihu, are you afraid of death now? "
Xu Zhihu smiled sadly and asked, "How are you going to deal with the little girl behind you?"
Yuan Tingshan said bluntly, "Naturally, I'll kill her with a saber. I don't have the habit of being gentle with women."
Xu Zhihu turned his head to look. The maid Er Qiao smiled innocently. "Miss, Er Qiao is afraid of pain, but she's not afraid of death."
Xu Zhihu closed his eyes. "Do it."
Yuan Tingshan stood up and stood on top of the wall. His face was sinister as he slowly drew his saber.
"You dare?!"
Words were accompanied by the clear cry of an ancient sword.
There was a sword that came from Mount Wudang a thousand li away.
It landed in front of Xu Zhihu.
A yellow crane arrived at Jiangnan's Lake Ting County. A young Daoist fell like a meteor and instantly arrived at Baoguo Temple.
Even someone as tenacious as Yuan Tingshan was dumbstruck when he jumped down the wall. A flying sword strangely hung in the air. A young Daoist appeared in front of him. This Daoist's actions were even more outrageous. He looked towards the southeast and said angrily, "Zhao Huang Chao, do you believe that Hong Xixiang will sever your Zhao family's destiny with a single slash?!"
The ancient sword disappeared in an instant.
In front of Mount Longhu, a sword sheath fell from the nine heavens to the earth.
Another ancient sword flew over and coincidentally returned to its sheath.
When the ancient sword returned to its sheath, the entire Mount Longhu shook.
Then, there was no trace of the immortal. However, an immortal sent a voice transmission. "Zhao Huang Chao, do you believe that Hong Xixiang will sever your Zhao family's destiny with a single slash?!"
Nine Dragon Pool Destiny Lotuses withered in an instant!
In the ancestral hall of the Celestial Master Mansion, many ancestral tablets that had been worshipped for hundreds and thousands of years fell to the ground.
A middle-aged Daoist from Mount Longhu was furious. He looked at the Evil Slaying Platform. "Hong Xixiang, whether you are the reincarnation of Lu Dongxuan or Qi Xuanzhu, aren't you afraid of the heavenly tribulation with such heaven-defying actions?!"
The immortal's voice was like thunder from the nine heavens. It landed on the Evil Slaying Platform and came from afar. "I have cultivated for 700 years. What can a mere heavenly tribulation do to me?!"
In Baoguo Temple, the young Daoist had yet to make a move. Yuan Tingshan was already bleeding from his seven orifices. He gritted his teeth and broke through the wall with his back. He retreated again and again.
The little maid Qiao Er, who was safe and sound, pulled on the sleeve of the woman in front of her. She asked blankly, "Miss, is he an immortal from the heavens?"
Xu Zhihu's eyes were red. He turned his head away. He didn't look at the young Martial Granduncle who was angry for the first time in his life. Like a little girl, he said in a fit of pique, "What immortal? It's a stinky Daoist from Mount Wudang."
The young Daoist who rode the crane to Jiangnan said that he didn't even care about the heavenly tribulation. However, at this moment, he revealed an uneasiness that made the maid Qiao Er puzzled. A large yellow crane stopped in the courtyard. It blew down countless osmanthus seeds.
Xu Zhihu, who had turned his head away, asked in a low voice, "What are you doing in Jiangnan?"
Qiao Er only saw the Daoist's red face. He wanted to say something but stopped.
She thought to herself, isn't this immortal Daoist too thin-skinned?
Xu Zhihu slowly turned his head and asked, "Who are you?"
The young Daoist who had been entrusted with high hopes to shoulder the Dao of Heaven shyly said, "Hong Xixiang."
Xu Zhihu repeated, "What are you doing here?"
The young Daoist gathered his courage and said, "That year on Lotus Peak, you said you wanted to ride a crane."
She turned her back to this coward.
This Daoist who said he wanted to cut off the fate of the Zhao dynasty took a deep breath and smiled. "Xu Zhihu, I like you."
"Whether you believe it or not, I've already liked you for 700 years."
"So in this world, there's no one who has liked you for longer than me."
"In my next life, I'll still like you."
The maid Qiao Er blinked her watery eyes. Her little brain was a mess. She only saw the Miss covering her mouth and crying and laughing. She was even more confused. Ah, it seemed that the Miss was telling the truth when she said she was young and didn't know anything.
The young Daoist stretched out his hand and said softly, "Where do you want to go? I'll accompany you."
On this day, the young Sect Leader of Wudang rode a crane to Jiangnan. He and Xu Zhihu rode the crane away from Jianghu.
The immortal rode the crane down to Jiangnan. He had just entered Jianghu when he left Jianghu.
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