If the previous defense could be considered to be tight, then at this time Yanyu Tower could not wait to build a battle formation around Qihu Lake that was not inferior to that of Dayao's imperial city.
Three days ago, it was learned that all the disciples outside Songfeng Mountain had withdrawn to the mountain gate. Wu Changbo, who was the acting master of Yanyu Tower at that time, made the same decision. Except for a few disciples who maintained the news from various places, the disciples of Yanyu Tower who were originally scattered gathered together immediately.
In Jiaoli County.
On the island in the center of Qihu Lake, the willow leaves along the coast were all withered and yellow. With the gradually rising autumn wind, they fell into the lake water, and after a while only the willow branches were left to sway.
The maids on the island miss the old man who has only been on the island for a few months. He is such an inconspicuous and even slovenly guy. He has saved people from those murderous assassins several times, but he has failed to do so.
He treats everyone equally regardless of whether they are high or low, so he has a good reputation among these servant women.
The middle-aged woman holding a clothes-beating mallet sprinkled some soap on the coat in her hand, controlled the force and started beating it. The costumes of the characters on the island in the middle of the Qihu Lake are not as good as our coarse clothes.
The clothes are in tatters and they are too small to be washed clean.
The woman who has been making clothes on the island in the middle of the lake for more than ten years is an expert. The few clothes in the wooden basin next to her are not used for this time. But now, apart from these women making clothes on the island, there are only a few clothes left.
He had to have two people with bright knives accompanying him to get some air, and they acted as guards, but more importantly, he was wary of any of these servants passing on the news about Yanyu Tower.
The woman wrung out the two pieces of clothing and threw them into the tub. It was just such a small thing, and it would not be a problem if she continued to mess around with it. There was a man with a knife only five steps behind her, so she did not want to stay any longer.
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The woman who had just picked up the wooden basin with clothes in her arms saw someone boarding the ferry on the other side. She was overjoyed. It was extremely difficult to get in and out of the island at this time. Except for the boats that brought fresh vegetables, fish and meat every half month, the middle-aged woman was so surprised.
Everyone on the island in the center of Qihu Lake is a little tired of watching. Now, seeing that there are new faces coming in, there is no reason to be unhappy.
Hey, he's still a handsome guy.
The middle-aged woman didn't move in a hurry when she saw the person coming. There were two thousand disciples in the building, and she was a woman in trouble. She didn't know her well. She must have been a disciple stationed in some state or county who had performed meritorious service and came to the building.
Is the reward coming?
The boat docked, and the young man on board jumped to the shore.
The scenery of the island in the middle of the lake seemed to be the same to Wei Changpan, who revisited the place three years later, but he felt more uneasy than before.
With no teacher around and no help from his parents, the boy from Qingshan Town has to go to the bridal chamber with his bride.
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Qian Erye mentioned this to him when he left Qingshan Town. The wedding date is an auspicious day. If it is delayed any longer, it will be a bit unlucky, especially when the game with Songfeng Mountain has reached such a situation.
Paying attention to auspiciousness is often the most careless thing.
Second Master Qian, who was carrying a bag and a knife on his shoulder, slapped Wei Changpan on the shoulder, then showed the dirty smile of a town idler when talking about women, and said to him, before the master comes to drink your wedding banquet, I will bring you a
I came here to watch the erotic paintings outside, so that I would not have to sleep soundly during the wedding night.
Master, I am here, where are you?
Wei Changpan silently looked at the northern sky.
On the balcony of the island in the center of the lake, someone looked at him silently.
"Brother Wei, there's nothing to see, so hurry up and go in." Although the title was familiar, his tone and expression were cold, and the disciple of Yanyulou greeted Wei Changpan.
The disciples of Yanyu Tower are very different from those in Songfengshan. They are all boys. The owner’s daughter is almost the only female disciple, and she is also a charming little junior sister in the eyes of these people. Who doesn’t know the thoughts of men? But Yu Cheng, the owner of Yanyu Tower, does not
To point it out, Quan should encourage these young disciples to reach higher levels in martial arts.
For Wei Changpan, the future son-in-law of the owner of Yanyu Building, these children are afraid of the majesty of the owner and dare not provoke trouble, but they are unscrupulous when it comes to showing off. Is it possible that you guys can't stand it and dare to beat us up? Okay, go ahead and start fighting.
Although the name is justifiable, it is impossible to say that the host felt that his conduct was not good, so the marriage was ruined.
Thinking of this episode, most of the children of Yanyulou, who were about to get married, looked at Wei Changpan with increasing displeasure.
Wei Changpan, who seemed to be deaf to these words, noticed the gaze of the man in the pavilion, and his eyes met.
When Yu Wenzhao saw the young man below the building stunned, he couldn't help but laugh. The laughter spread to the ears of the disciples of Yanyu Tower.
If there was anyone among the martial arts men in the world who could detect the mood of these people at this time, they would probably be able to hear the shattering sound like glass falling to the ground.
Wei Changpan was about to go up the stairs in three steps and two steps behind him with the envious and jealous eyes of all the Yanyulou disciples behind him, when he suddenly heard a faint sound behind him.
"Stone."
He couldn't remember the owner of the voice for a moment, so he turned to look back and saw no one behind him. He felt doubtful and wanted to go upstairs again.
"Chang Pan."
Thinking that he might be evil as the old people in the town said, Wei Changpan muttered and looked back.
Wei Changpan’s pupils are fierce
Then shrink.
Someone is looming in the sky.
He looks like Mr. Qian.
Mr. Qian, who was missing an arm and a calf, propped himself up on one knee and a simple knife in his hand. Blood was flowing from countless wounds on his body, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
"Master?!"
Wei Changpan shouted in disbelief at the scene before him.
"Wei Changpan."
The subtle and inaudible voice sounded like thunder in Wei Changpan's ears. It was indeed Mr. Qian.
"Master...you, you, what's wrong with you!"
"Don't worry, I'll come back and see you."
Tears rolled down his face, which had begun to show edges.
"It's time to go, just live well." After saying that, before Wei Changpan could say his next words, Mr. Qian's shadow disappeared in the air, leaving no trace of his existence.
"Just stay alive."
In the eyes of the disciples of Yanyulou, Wei Changpan suddenly stopped and looked back with an expression of inexplicable horror. Then his face twisted, he said a few nonsense words, and his clothes were filled with tears.
Wei Changpan, who seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant, slumped down and knelt down facing the north, and then hit his forehead heavily on the dusty ground. He couldn't stand up for a long time and broke down in tears.
Everyone around him was shocked by this inexplicable behavior and did not dare to step forward.
However, they could all feel the deep and bottomless sadness in Wei Changpan's body.
Legend has it that if a newly deceased person has something that worries him deeply, his soul will travel thousands of miles across mountains and rivers in an instant, and will not leave this world completely until he sees the person he meets.
The soul has returned, and the old things are all over. No matter how difficult it is to let go of it, who can I tell it to?