Heavy rain and heavy rain and fog covered thousands of mountains. From the southeast of Songzhou to Guizhou and Junzhou, silver light flew down for hundreds of miles, and the clouds were like waves.
At the foot of Qisan Mountain in Guizhou, three women and four men were walking all the way, wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, knocking open a small courtyard.
After a while, a woman in her thirties came out. Through the courtyard door, the woman asked: "Who is that?"
The leading man said: "Our surname is Tao, and we are asking for a bowl of water."
The woman frowned and raised her hand to pull out the door latch.
Three women and four men looked up at the woman. The woman was short, unattractive, and thin. Looking at her hands that were hanging down after opening the door, they looked calloused, indicating that she was used to handling murderous weapons.
The woman also looked at them, but they were all hidden under the bamboo hat, so there was nothing to look at.
The woman stepped back half a step to let them in. When she closed the door, she looked left and right, and her eyes fell on a little girl playing with a rattle not far away.
The little girl was soaked in the rain and looked as if she had just cried. There was a string of mucus under her nose. She was the only one in the area.
The woman looked away coldly and raised her hand to close the door.
The little girl wiped her nose, waited for a while, then walked towards a low house thirty steps away with her rattle in hand.
Zhan Ning stood behind the small room waiting for her. The little girl whispered in his ear. Zhan Ning smiled, touched her head, and took out a few pieces of candy: "Don't tell others this secret."
In the wooden house, three women and four men took off their clothes and hats. Hidden deep in their raincoats were long swords and knives.
The woman brought warm water and placed it on the Eight Immortals table in the room.
A man wiped the stickiness on his neck with a dry cloth and raised his hand to hold the bowl.
The leading man pressed his hand and said coldly: "Are you so thirsty?"
The man paused and lowered his hand: "No."
"What, are you afraid of poison? Haha!" A thin and tall man walked out of the inner hall, with an elegant temperament and a pair of particularly bright eyes.
The three women and four men in the room looked towards him. The leading man looked him over and said, "Are you, Lu Wuwei?"
The man sat down on the front seat and said with a slight smile: "That's right."
The three women and four men looked around the room, then looked at the woman coming back from the door.
A woman said: "Where are the others? Is she the only one?"
The woman's steps paused slightly, her heart agitated, and a sharp soreness rose to the tip of her nose, which she suppressed again.
Lu Wuwei still had a gentle smile on his face: "Her eldest brother, third brother, and fourth sister are all dead. Her surname is Lin, you can just call her Lin Wumei."
The woman said: "Li Simei is also dead?"
Lu Wuwei raised his eyebrows: "What? Do you still know Li Simei?"
Lin Wumei quickly raised her head and looked at the woman.
"Yes, when Li Simei came to Sandaodonglu, she always contacted me."
Lin Wumei said: "Can your surname be Xue? Call it the Snow Fragrance Sacred Tree?"
The woman looked at it and said, "It's me, but my surname is not Xue. The word Xuexiang is my surname."
Lin Wumei frowned and looked at her face: "But my fourth sister said your appearance..."
She stopped, feeling that it was inappropriate to speak out.
The woman said: "Yes, I was originally beautiful, but in order to make it easier to travel, I disguised myself as ugly. You haven't told me how Li Simei died?"
Lin Wumei pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Lu Wuwei said softly: "When she was in Hengxiang, she was killed by Ah Li in Dian Qingshan. Also dead were their eldest brother and third brother. Not only them, many of my swordsmen also died."
The leading man said: "I heard that the six great swordsmen around Mr. Lu are all peerless masters. So is Ah Li so skilled?"
Lu Wuwei said: "I don't know if you heard of her on the way but there is a man beside her named Shen Lie."
The leading man nodded: "I've heard that he is said to be extremely handsome."
Lu Wuwei sarcastically said: "Whether he looks handsome or beautiful, it's his external things and his skills that you and I should value. If we don't kill him, it will be difficult to touch Ah Li."
The leading man said: "Shen Lie will definitely die, but that's a story for later. At the moment, we still have many doubts in our hearts that Mr. Lu hopes to clear up, such as the situation in Hejing."
"He Jing," Lu Wuwei chuckled, "what a He Jing."
The rain kept falling, the sky became darker and darker, and a thick mist appeared at the foot of Qisan Mountain. Zhan Ning changed places to hide, and lit a few candles in the house, but no one came out.
He Jing's matter cannot be explained in just a few words. Lu Wuwei spoke slowly and as thoroughly as possible. Apart from his voice, the only other person in the room was the man in charge who occasionally asked questions.
The faces of the three women and four men were all gloomy. One of the women suddenly cried. The Snow-Fragrant Shenmu hugged her and patted her shoulders to comfort her.
Lu Wuwei raised his eyebrows: "Why is she crying?"
Xuexiang Shenmu said: "Her two brothers are both at Kangshan Noodle House and have not communicated with each other for a long time. If what you said is true, then her two brothers should be dead."
Lu Wuwei said: "I heard that Shen Lie cut off their heads and sent them to the northwest. It seems that you haven't received them yet."
The leading man said: "Head?"
"good."
When Lin Wumei next to her heard the word "head", her face turned pale. She lowered her head slightly and her eyes turned red.
These two words reminded her of her two brothers, whose bodies also had no heads.
Lu Wuwei said at the time that Ah Li had cut it off.
But Lin Wumei knew that it couldn't be Ah Li.
There is no need for Ah Li to chop off their heads. The only people who have enough reasons to chop off their heads are...
Lin Wumei held back her tears and didn't let herself cry.
Suddenly, she heard Lu Wuwei's dissatisfied voice: "Fifth sister, what are you doing standing still? Didn't you see that it was dark like this?"
Lin Wumei turned around and looked: "...what?"
"Go cook," Lu Wuwei said with a frown, "The guests have come from afar, it's time for you to cook and entertain them well."
Lin Wumei paused for a long time, then heard her own voice sounding pale: "Yes."
When she came out to the kitchen, Lin Wumei could no longer hold back her tears and rolled down her face.
She knew exactly who killed her eldest brother, third brother, and fourth sister, but she couldn't take revenge.
Several people in the room were still talking, and the water on the Eight Immortals' table was finally taken to drink by a few men who couldn't help but be thirsty.
Lu Wuwei watched them drink it and said with a smile: "It can't be poisonous. You have to be careful when doing things outside. But we, Mr. Meng, wholeheartedly want to be friends with you, and Lu will never lose his standard in these small things." ."
Everyone in the room said nothing, and the man in the lead always had cold eyes.
Lu Wuwei was still cheerful and said: "Now, what should we talk about?"
The leading man said: "Let's talk about Ah Li. Madam Yu wants to know her true identity. Is she a descendant of Duke Dingguo's family, or is her surname Qiao?"
Lu Wuwei narrowed his eyes, his lips were still smiling, but his eyes became unpredictable.
After a pause, Lu Wuwei raised his eyes and looked at a calligraphy and painting on the wall.
Everyone in the room also looked at it.
I didn't take a closer look when I came in just now, but now that I looked at it, everyone was stunned.
