Fu Canglu

Chapter 143
The white-robed old fox watched Zhong Yusheng push Mr. Tang to disappear at the end of the street.

"This man from the Zhong family is a wonderful person, and he was recognized as a difficult person 20 years ago." Liu Chanqi's eyes were narrowed, and he shook his head: "Today, he carried Su Hongyue's lipstick coffin, and he turned around and left. How afraid of death should you be?"

Yi Xiao looked at the red coffin in front of him, but didn't see anything unique about it.

The white-robed old fox smiled and brought back the topic: "Su Hongyue is the daughter of the Su family. No matter how weak the dragon blood is in her body, she is also a member of the direct line of the Su family. It is said that the old dragon king has hidden methods in the first generation of the core blood of the Su family. The means of the great master, who knows what kind of terrifying killer it is?"

The man in the Southern Tang costume pushed old Mrs. Tang away.

Under the bright red moon, the white-robed man walked forward slowly, and the black-clothed boy carried the coffin again.

"Xiao Weihou." The white-robed old fox stopped silently, standing in front of the huge mansion.

"You still owe me an arrow."

The sloppy man in white robes silently raised his bow and set his arrows, his index finger and middle finger twitching.

It's an arrow of nothingness.

Pulling the bow slowly, air ripples spread between the arms of the man in white robe.

He closed one eye, as if waiting for someone's voice.

Yi Xiao opened her Wulian pupils, and said neatly, "Straight ahead, thirteen feet."

The white-robed old fox nodded.

loose fingers.

In an instant, waves were startled, the void roared, a faint silver line flew across, the bronze door of the huge mansion collapsed and opened, and the non-existent arrow smashed through the thorns and thorns, tearing everything apart.

A continuous stream of blood spurted out under the big red moon.

The white-robed old fox slowly opened the closed eye, and waved the white robe.

He said expressionlessly: "Su Hongyue is pregnant with dragon's blood, no matter how thin it is, it's still dragon's blood. Marquis Cui's claim that she has tuberculosis is simply nonsense."

But he paused: "But she is indeed sick. The one who took the medicine for her was indeed Shu Fen. For the past 13 years, the one who took the medicine was Shu Fen who regarded Su Hongyue as her biological mother. I don't care about Thirteen's Marquis Mansion or where he went."

The white-robed old fox raised his head and slightly checked the time.

"I want to settle the matter. The reason why I went to Zuo Shisanhou's mansion in the end is to give Shu Feng enough time." He said slowly: "Give me a reason, a sufficient reason, to convince me, and it is best to convince her own reasons."

"As of now, there are still several marquis residences." The white-robed old fox said indifferently: "We will walk one by one and have nothing to do on the road. Let me tell you about Su Hongyue's story."

The white-robed old fox stepped into the messy Xiaowei Hou Mansion, and then silently glanced around this extravagant Hou Mansion. The man who was shot through the chest by an arrow opened his eyes wide, and he died with regret.

"Su Hongyue is the daughter of the Su family. I am a guest of the Buddhist sect of Wangguishan."

The old fox in white robe closed his eyes for Hou Wei, and the big red lotus bloomed exquisitely on the face of the dead man, lifelike.

"The last year of the Eight Great Kingdoms. The daughter of the Su family ran away from home, and Shen Hongying and I went down the mountain to practice."

The white-robed old fox slowly stepped out of Xiaoweihou's mansion.

"What is Jianghu? It means that you can never imagine what kind of person you will meet in the next second, and what kind of person you will become in Jianghu." He walked all the way, narrowing his eyes: "I went down the mountain with Shen Hongying to experience , as a Buddhist guest, I have never encountered strong winds and waves, and I have never gained a great reputation like my senior brother."

"At that time, I hadn't cultivated the physique of the Great Vajra, Shen Hongying's Buddha bones hadn't been discovered yet, and Su Hongyue was a lady who ran away from home with nothing. There are many people who meet each other in the Jianghu, but can't forget each other in the Jianghu." Liu Chanqi said indifferently: "In this turbulent river and lake, we are all small people. We can't get a hand in the wrestling between the eight powers. It is already very difficult for us to make compromises and survive in adversity."

"Because the rivers and lakes are too big, many people's names will be forgotten." The white-robed old fox stopped at another huge mansion.

Hu Nanhou.

"It seems that after today, Su Hongyue's name will be completely erased and brought to Zizhulin's tomb."

"It's as if after ten breaths, Hou Nanhou no longer exists in this land of Luoyang, and even a coffin will not be prepared for him."

"My former friends, no matter what they were like in life, they will inevitably die in the end." Liu Chanqi silently posed with bows left and right, and said softly: "For example."

He suddenly spoke a name: "Qin Xiutu."

Yi Xiao had never heard of this person.

The white-robed old fox said with a blank expression: "After the dawn rises, Tiandu Hou Xiaowei Hou Hu Nanhou, they are all the same as the names I just pronounced."

"They are all little people left in the corner by history."

In an instant, he raised his hand and plucked the strings.

roar.

The Nanhou Mansion of Dendrobium collapsed in an instant, and the flying stones were cracked.

"The next one."

The white-robed old fox laughed at himself: "I'm a little stronger, next time I'll control it."

Yi Xiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the devastated Hunanhou Mansion, lifted the coffin, and silently followed the unhurried pace of the white-robed old fox.

The white-robed man graciously gave these feudal figures time to escape, but without exception, no matter how hard these people escaped, they would inevitably die.

He stopped, raised his bow and dropped his arrow.

Then it shot through the sky, and blood was sprayed under the big red moon.

It is a life.

"Zhong Tiandao."

"Wei Haoran."

The white-robed old fox read out the names of two more people: "Many of them are unknown people. They used to be, and they will be in the future. They will not leave their names through the ages after death because of my bloodbath in Luoyang today."

"They are all my former partners." Liu Chanqi said softly: "When we met, their cultivation was not high, and they were not high when they died."

He finally stopped in front of a Hou's mansion.

The bronze gate was not closed, but opened wide and wide.

The old fox in white robe silently glanced at the open door, and there was a man with E Guanbo sitting there.

"Wan Jinhou."

The white-robed old fox raised his hand, he strummed silently, and then let go.

Wan Jinhou's mansion did not show the tragic scene of being collapsed by an arrow. The arrow moved up a centimeter before it was shot, but in the end it only took away the plaque on the mansion and knocked down rubble on the ground.

But Wan Jinhou, who was as calm and steady as Mount Tai, just sat silently, and he didn't look up at the door plaque above his head that was shot through.

Yi Xiao narrowed his eyes and saw four plaques standing in front of the man's case.

After Wu Liantong's analysis, the four wooden tablets were engraved with four names.

From old to new.

Qin Xiutu.Zhong Tian said.Wei Haoran.Su Hongyue.

"It doesn't matter whether you are deliberately acting for me, or you are a good person who is extremely pedantic in your bones." The white-robed old fox said lightly: "I have to say that you are the smartest of them. You won. I won't kill you." You. Nothing else, just because you remember their names."

Wan Jinhou laughed at himself and said, "Maybe I'm the stupidest person. If I were a little smarter, I should find a way to kill you with one arrow at the head of Luoyang City, because I can see that you are only one arrow away."

The white-robed old fox neither admitted nor denied it.

He just collected the bow silently, and then left Wanjinhou Mansion.

The man's back is a little lonely.

"You also saw the names of these four people."

Liu Chanqi stopped suddenly and said, "These used to be my friends in Jianghu."

"But they're all dead."

"Su Hongyue is the last one. When she dies, it means that my part of the world is also dead."

The white-robed old fox suddenly laughed: "I'm an old man, the rivers and lakes will always be wonderful, but this rivers and lakes don't belong to me anymore."

"Buddhism does not create evil, so I have been keeping the account of Luoyang City, and I am unwilling to settle it." He said softly: "But after tonight, if I don't go crazy, I will really be old. So those people must die , must die."

"I can't remember how many years ago it was."

The sloppy man in white robe raised his head and looked at the big red moon in the sky above his head.

"I said that one day, let the big red lotus bloom in this land."

He turned around slowly and looked directly at Yi Xiao.

"If I'm old, lack courage, and dare not take responsibility, I'll let you do this, okay?"

Yi Xiao's eyes widened, watching the white-robed old fox's palm slowly rise.

Then he squeezed his palm, the pain of the big red lotus brand was carved on the surface of the skin little by little, and the tingling pain spread in the bottom of his heart.

"Red lotus hand."

The white-robed old fox said hoarsely: "I leave this palm print to you. That girl has the meaning of the six great bodhisattvas of Buddhism. She can't chew too much, so she doesn't need this beautiful hand. But after tonight, you will make enemies in Luoyang." Countless, only by killing all the way can we survive to the end."

He suddenly smiled and said: "The Su family put treasure on you, and I will put treasure on you too. Mrs. Tang and Lafayette of the Zhong family have no knowledge of people. They can't see that you are more shining than those evildoers , so they are always losers."

"This big red lotus palm print needs to drink blood." The white-robed old fox suddenly pulled his face down, and said darkly: "So you have to kill people, kill people to rest your mind, and kill people to practice. The Buddha said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but killing people A person who deserves to be killed is also accumulating merit."

"With the palm print of this red lotus, you have grasped the lifeline of Luoyang. Three hundred big red lotuses are planted in the ground of Luoyang, and they can be detonated with the flick of a finger." The white-robed old fox narrowed his eyes and said, "This is what I have prepared for 13 years. With taboo means, there is no room for reversing this level of murder."

After saying these words, the white-robed old fox slowly stood up.

He took the coffin and murmured.

"We are all old people in the rivers and lakes."

"People die in the rivers and lakes."

The sloppy man in white robe lifted the red coffin, his voice was a little desolate, he hummed an old tune with inaudible words.

Yi Xiao suddenly felt like a lifetime away.

That scruffy man in the white robe carrying the red coffin.

That lonely figure under the big red moon.

And that voice that once shot into the bottom of my heart like a sharp arrow.

That old tune:

Qi water soup soup, there is the dragon king who crosses the river:

In the vicissitudes of the rivers and lakes, who knows the ups and downs and desolation;
In the silver city of Beiliang, the wind and snow are green, and the sword mound is hidden in the world;
Looking at the Spring and Autumn and the Eight Kingdoms, the world is dominated by the flames of war, and the corpses are wrapped in the battlefield, only the Northern Wei Qiliang remains;
Hob knife Jianghu, pointing at life and death, wine sword, poetry madness, love for children, heartbroken forever;
Laughing that the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are nothing but dust relics;
Laughing that the ancient and modern heroes are nothing more than a handful of loess;
Laughing that the lives of visitors from the rivers and lakes are cheaper than ants;

Laughing at the beauty, the white-haired general is late;

Have you ever seen that the Emperor of Heaven shot Qili, the moon came out of the Guan Gorge, and a reed crossed the Qi River?

Have you ever imagined that if you lift Xia to fly to the heavens, change the sea into mulberry fields, and kill the emperor with one sword?

Woohoo desolation, not seeing the poetry and sword spirit of a hundred years ago;

Woohoo desolation, who can lie drunk on the battlefield;
Woohoo desolate, all paid to Fucang!

(End of this chapter)