Jinbiyi said, "Wei Chijiong was a real hero who specialized in Jianghu and corrupt officials when he was a young East Horse thief. Later, he became friends with my Jiang Shibo and didn’t do mafia business and become famous."
"My dad and Meng Yuanchao and others are much younger than Wei Chijiong, and they became famous far after him, but later they also formed an unforgettable friendship. More than ten years ago, they joined hands to rob the main manager Safuding’s birthday present, which was then known as the first master of the Qing court, and the Imperial Guard commanded Beigongwang. It was really a sensation. Unfortunately, at that time, I was just a five-or six-year-old child who could not bow to their heroic spirit. I can imagine from my dad’s narrative that after this incident, Wei Chijiong returned to the East and did not walk in the Central Plains for more than ten years.
"Wei Chijiong’s wife is also a well-known woman in Jianghu. Her name is Qi Sheng, nicknamed Guanyin with Thousand Hands. It is said that hidden weapons Kung Fu is comparable to that of Sichuan Tang Family, and perhaps it is the best in the world. Besides hidden weapons Kung Fu whipping is also very good. My mother once taught me a lot of tricks in whipping." She said here with a wry smile. "Seriously speaking, this uncle Wei Chi and I have never met him, but they are half my teachers."
Yang Hua laughed. "Speaking of which, I was even more unlucky. I had a fight with your brother a few days ago, and I had a fight with this old-timer tonight. I was scolded by them inexplicably."
Jinbiyi bowed his head and said softly, "This is my fault for bringing you down."
Yang Hua said, "Well, this old-timer won’t care about us. Didn’t he say he left us alone when he left?"
Jinbiyi blushed and said, "Although he doesn’t care about us, I can’t accompany you into the mountains."
Yang Hua said, "What?" Jinbiyi blushed and said, "Wei Chijiong is going to the rebel army if he shows up here. The leaders of the rebel army are all his friends. Isn’t that white?"
Yang Hua, though not familiar with the way of the world, is not confused. He thought to himself, "I misunderstood her brother before and the doyen after. They all asserted that I had an affair with Biyi but taught me how to tell? Bi Yi doesn’t want to be with me. The overtones naturally don’t want to make people gossip. On the other hand, I’m afraid I’m too embarrassed to meet Wei Chijiong. It’s also very embarrassing to see the meaning of Bi Yi.
Jinbiyi said softly, "Brother Yang, you won’t blame me, will you?"
Yang Hua reluctantly smiled. "How can I blame you? You are willing to treat me as a friend and tell me many things. I am already very grateful to you. I will go by myself."
Jin Yiyi suddenly asked, "What do you think of Wei Chijiong’s knife method?"
The topic suddenly changed. Yang Hua couldn’t help but say for a long time, "Didn’t I tell you earlier? He’s really good at using saber. If I hadn’t been careful, I would have become lame."
"You are a little modest," said Jinbiyi. "In my opinion, your swordsmanship is by no means inferior to his swordsmanship, but his martial arts are higher than yours. If you want to beat him, you must be absolutely sure. Is it fair to say that?"
Yang Hua laughed. "It’s not fair. You’re a little partial to me. I’m not sure I can win him again. It’s a losing battle."
Jinbiyi said slowly, "Then I’ll tell you one thing. Twenty years ago, Wei Chijiong’s sharp knife was called natural enemy. Later, Meng Xia Meng Yuanchao’s rise made him a sharp knife. Jianghu and Wei Chijiong were neck and neck, but today, Wei Chijiong is 60 years old and Meng Yuanchao is in his prime. His knife makes him faster and stronger than Wei Chijiong. My dad once commented on the hero with Li Wang. They all thought that Wei Chijiong, the’ king of knives’, was going to give way to Meng Yuanchao."
Yang Hua was silent, and Jin Yiyi couldn’t bear to tell him the truth. "You have seen Wei Chijiong’s knife method, and Meng Yuanchao is more powerful than Wei Chijiong. So do you still want to find Meng Yuanchao?"
Yang Hua bit his teeth and said, "Meng Yuanchao and I have a good relationship, but he has to settle accounts with him!"
Jinbiyi frowned and said, "I really don’t understand why you have such a deep hatred with him when you don’t know him?"
Yang Hua said, "please forgive me if I have something to hide in the future or I can tell you that I don’t have to kill him, but there is one thing that must be clarified;" I have to let him out even if I die! " Jinbiyi saw that he was so determined that he couldn’t ask again and said, "OK, then I won’t stop you, but I can go first."
Yang Hua said gloomily, "OK, you go!" Jinbiyi reluctantly smiled, "I’m not in a hurry. I have something for you." I took out a map and continued, "Brother Yang, I promised to be your guide. Now I can’t accompany you so that this map can act as a guide for me. You can find the rebel." Yang Hua took it over and thought to herself, "It turned out that she was already ready. Even if she didn’t touch Wei Chijiong, she wouldn’t accompany me into the mountains."
Jinbiyi continued, "There’s one more thing I want to apologize to you. I should return the white horse to you, but I think Wei Chijiong should meet Uncle Leng and Uncle Xiao first to continue to borrow it. I can ask Uncle Li to prepare another mount for you." "Uncle Li" is the owner of this inn.
Yang Hua said, "I don’t want to ride this white horse, but we jointly robbed it, and it’s not something that belongs to me. There’s no need to borrow it."
Jinbiyi wanted to walk and then stepped out of the door and turned around and said, "Brother Yang, you really don’t blame me?"
Yang Hua said, "I already know that you really regard me as a friend. I won’t blame you for how you treat me, but I wonder if I can see you again in a few days?" He noticed that Jinbiyi seemed to have a "parting" appearance and felt a faint feeling.
Sure enough, Jinbiyi said, "I don’t want to meet Wei Chijiong. I will leave here after I do something with Uncle Leng. I hope we can meet again."
Yang Hua asked, "Are you going home?" Jinbiyi said, "I don’t know where to go. My family is going back, but it is by no means now."
Yang Hua said with a wry smile, "Then maybe we won’t get together again?"
Jinbiyi laughed. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. Do you have to be so persistent in hating the past?" It seems that she is broad-minded and her heart aches, but Yang Hua and Yang Hua can see it.
The shadows of the lights are blurred, the figure is screaming, and the silence is fading away. Yang Hua, who is left in the inn, is full of disappointment. He chews the words "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly he sighed and said, "Alas, I should go!"
Two days later, Yang Hua has gone deep into the Qaidam mountain area, and he is both excited and confused. What will be waiting for him on this journey of life?
The sixteenth time, I can’t tell you my life experience, but I feel sorry for myself.
Yang Hua goes deep into the Qaidam Mountain area and looks at the international forest.
The plateau scenery is fantastic, but it can also be shaped by a simple word "big". A rock can be as big as one, two or even three houses, and it is grotesque and self-contained. It is like an animal, a bird, and it seems that it is necessary to press it at once. It is also a bit scary.
The hillside is full of pine, cypress and fir trees. Two or three people can hold their trunks straight as if to pierce the top of the tree. The branches and leaves are densely connected. When you look up, you can see a line of blue sky. A few clouds like streamers surround the mountainside and divide the mountain peak into several pieces with peaks. Most of the clouds are covered with colorful ochre, snow blue or grass yellow mottled rocks with fresh moss, a tower-shaped pine lawn and a flowing spring. Just like a master, he wrote a huge landscape painting!
Outside the "big" is the "silence". It is the whimpering of the flowing spring, the call of the pine wind and the hungry cry of the vultures. These sounds merge into the "heavenly music" of the forest. It is even more frightening to hear these sounds.
Yang Hua has walked through the beautiful sea and stepped over the snowfield. It’s been two days and he hasn’t met anyone!
It’s surprisingly quiet, but his mood is not calm at all in the beautiful forest.
First of all, he wondered why he hadn’t met a rebel after walking for two days.
He looked at the map given to him by Jinbiyi, and there was nothing wrong. Supposedly, there should have been a rebel patrol less than a hundred miles from the rebel gathering center. "Maybe I haven’t happened to touch it at the moment because the forest is too big?"
Yang Hua thought again, "Wei Chijiong must have arrived already. Will he talk to Meng Yuanchao about touching me and Biyi?"
Thinking of Jin Biyi and Wei Chijiong, his mood became more and more restless.
Yang Hua’s mind is not narrow, but he remembered Wei Chijiong’s remark that "a toad wants to eat swan meat", but he still couldn’t stop his heart from aching, although Wei Chijiong apologized to him after playing with him.
Wei Chijiong didn’t say it in vain that night, but it was clearly revealed from his tone that he was asked by Jiang Haitian to be a matchmaker for Jin Yiyi. Who is it? Of course, it is Jiang Haitian’s second son Jin Yiyi, the brother Jiang.
Yang Hua couldn’t help but smile in my heart. "Jiang and Jin are the best match for Jiang Daxia’s son and Jin Daxia’s daughter. That’s a perfect match! What am I? No wonder Weichijiong wants to scold me as a toad. "
Yang Hua looked at the snowy scenery near the forest, and somehow he remembered Jin Yiyi’s words to him, "The world is very broad, and I don’t think it’s necessary to always rest assured, do you?"
Yes, the world is very wide. Now he has deeply realized that this vast snowfield in Linhai here is enough to make people feel broad-minded. Isn’t it ridiculous that he is suffering from an affair in this wide world?
This sentence is the first time Jinbiyi Xiaojinchuan met him. She said that at that time, she was trying to persuade him not to seek revenge against Meng Yuanchao, but now Yang Hua comes from me, hoping that he can get rid of his lovesickness. The effect is so contrary to Jinbiyi’s original intention.
You have to walk dozens of miles to reach the rebel camp. Jin Yiyi may not see Meng Yuanchao, but it must be visible!
Yang Hua bit his teeth and thought to himself, "I have great misfortune in my life and Meng Yuanchao. If I want to find out the truth, if he is really as bad as Dad said, I will not let him go even if I am scolded by the hero of heaven." But how did he think that Yang Mushi was not his father? Yang Mu’s fabrication of lies has deeply poisoned him, new soul.
There was a faint thunder in the forest, and it sounded like a boom. It turned out that the peaks hung and the waterfalls rushed from the heights and hit the rocks on both sides. Yang Hua went to the foot of the waterfall to see the golden pearl foam on the beautiful day, which made people feel refreshed.
He took a few sips of cold water and wiped his face. The dirt in his heart seemed to have been washed away by the Pentium waterfall and he took a short break.
Suddenly, I heard a soft flute drifting closer and closer with the wind, and the roaring waterfall couldn’t stop it!
Yang Hua was taken aback, not only by the profound skill of the flute player, but also by the tune played by this person. It seems that when did he ever hear the flute soft and sweet? It was as beautiful as "Yingying’s words are smooth at the bottom of the flower and flowing in the spring beach!" Playing Jiangnan tunes seems to bring people to the south of the Yangtze River, where "miscellaneous peanut trees and warblers are flying around in late spring and March"
The distant memory has not yet blurred the scenery in the bottom of my heart. Yang Hua in the south of the Yangtze River has also been there, but it was not the late spring when yingfei grass grew, but the late autumn when the weather was cool but not cold.
He remembered that when he was seven years old, Song Tengxiao took him away from his father’s "mourning hall" and his aunt, and took him to the south of the Yangtze River to find his mother. Song Tengxiao liked to play the flute and played this tune more than once all the way.
A crisp woman sings and sings the flute.
Painting boats, drinking wine, West Lake, so anxious to control numerous strings, jade lamps to promote stability, smooth waves, drunk sleep, walking clouds, but sailing water, clear water, fresh pitch and lingering, it is suspected that there is another day in the lake.
After all the flowers, the West Lake is in a mess, and the weeping willows and railings are misty, and the wind and songs are gone. Visitors go to sleep in the spring, the curtains are closed, and the birds return to the drizzle.
The previous song of the same tune is full of fun and joy; After a song is "after the crowd", it can not help but make people feel bleak.
Yang Hua didn’t know how to judge the sound and distinguish the law, but he also felt the mood of the music. He couldn’t help thinking to himself, "Yes, this is exactly what Uncle Song played in those days, but it was the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. It’s natural that the West Lake played and chanted the West Lake song on behalf of the south of the Yangtze River, but the scenery here is different from that in the south of the Yangtze River. Why does Uncle Song still want to play this song?"
Xiao came to an abrupt end. "Brother Xiao, are you still obsessed with the West Lake?"
After hiding from the rock, Yang Hua looked to see a man and a woman sitting side by side at the waterfall. The middle-aged man was indeed Song Tengxiao and Yang Hua thought, "This woman must be his wife."
