Fu Canglu

Chapter 382
Chu Donglai was in the carriage, stunned for a while, and sighed softly.

I don't know what to think.

She slowly closed the car curtain and looked at the old man who was leaning on the side of the car.

The old man didn't say a word.

pretend to sleep.

Chu Donglai said calmly, "Father."

The old man hummed softly as if dreaming.

Chu Donglai, who was held in the palm of Chu Liushui since he was a child, suddenly had red eyes.

She said pitifully, "Do you have something to hide from me?"

The old man thought countless times in his heart that his clever daughter discovered the clues that he had accidentally revealed, and one day she would have a showdown with him.

So he also thought of countless countermeasures in his heart, each of which could completely cover up the old events of that year.

But he never thought that Chu Donglai would just cry in the carriage.

The girl's eyes were red, and regardless of the ugly appearance of crying, she choked up and said, "Dad, you told me that you can't use your left hand. When you turned your sword and turned your wrist in the carriage, I saw your left hand stretching."

The old man scolded himself severely in his heart, but his face remained indifferent.

Chu Donglai suddenly burst into tears.

Chu Liushui panicked immediately, and instead of pretending to be asleep or leaning against the helpless carriage, he hurriedly opened his eyes and tore off a section of his sleeve in great distress, thinking of wiping Chu Donglai's tears.

Chu Donglai bit his lips and stared at the skillful movement of tearing off the sleeve of his right hand with his withered left hand.

The old man froze suddenly.

The withered left hand paused, then continued.

He slowly tore open the sleeve, and finally handed it over, hanging in the air.

Chu Donglai took the sleeve.

The old man's withered left hand kept holding a piece of warm jade. Even when he was tearing off the sleeve, he still held it in his palm and never let go. The jade was stacked in front of his abdomen, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief for himself, and was able to speak.

He lowered his brows and smiled, and said hoarsely: "I wanted to hide it from you, but I never thought I would hide it from you for the rest of my life, but I always wanted to delay telling you until the end."

Chu Donglai moved his nose and took a deep breath.

Chu Liushui said with a difficult smile: "This story is very long, but fortunately I have enough time, enough for me to finish talking, and enough for you to finish listening."

He paused.

Chu Liushui suppressed his smile and said seriously, "This is a family matter."

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and pointed at the piece of jade towards Chu Donglai.

That piece of jade pendant seemed to hold his breath.

Holding his breath, the old man put the jade back into his abdomen with great difficulty, and then he spoke again: "There are two pieces of this jade in this world."

Chu Donglai was a little perplexed.

Chu Liushui said with a low smile, "This is Xi Chu Shuangyu."

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Your Chu surname, my Chu surname, and the Chu family's Chu family from Donglai are not the same Chu."

The old man smiled softly, took a deep breath, subconsciously straightened his spine, and said domineeringly: "Our 'Chu' surname is Chu from Western Chu, Chu from Great Chu, before the Eight Great Kingdoms, and everyone in the world can see it. That 'Chu' surname who bowed his head!"

Chu Donglai felt restless.

She was vaguely aware of the family affairs that her father was about to say next.

"Why do I have this jade?"

The old man said softly, "Because I am the prince of Western Chu."

This sentence is no less than a bolt from the blue.

"Surprised? Unexpected? Or scared?"

The old man moved his body so that he could change into a comfortable posture, looked at the girl in front of him, and glanced slightly outside the carriage from the corner of his eye.

It was impossible that the young man and woman had not heard this sentence.

They are indifferent.

Chu Liushui thought about it, and decided to tell Chu Donglai most of the things.

Except for that.

The story is long.

So it took Chu Liushui a long time to sort out his thoughts.

Chu Donglai was very patient.

The old man thought for a long time, and gradually cleared his mind.

He raised his eyes and said with a smile: "About 40 years ago, the only thing I had in this world, apart from a knife, a sword and two pieces of jade, was only one friend."

This is how the story begins.

"At that time, I had many names. Chu Liushui, Chu Yang, and Chu Yi were just code names. I can't remember those old things clearly." The old man tried to smile: "Because I have met too many people and have too many people. Enemies. Every time someone kills someone, there will always be some trouble, but taking off the mask, hiding one's name, or changing one's name is a good way."

"I can use a left-handed sword, two-handed sword, or a right-handed sword, two-handed sword. No one knows, I killed those people alone."

"Naturally, no one knows that Xichu still has me, the fallen prince."

The old man raised his eyebrows with countless nostalgia, as if he remembered a vague impression.

"Except for Ding Yi."

Chu Dong came to know this old man of Qi Dao League.

The reason why the Chu family was able to gain a foothold in the east is that this big brother of the Jiangnan Dao Jianghu gave the Chu family enough resources and forcibly promoted the status of the Chu family. People in the Jianghu all respectfully call him the "Lion of the Sword League".

This old lion had already died in Chunlei Lake.

Everyone said that he died in the duel with the young master of the West Pavilion.

It's just that the water mist was too dense at that time, and Yi Xiao's attack was too quick. The old man's attitude towards death was extremely heroic, and he only wanted to die quickly, so the appearance of his death was never seen by everyone outside Chunlei Lake, only that the young master of the West Pavilion escaped in the end , while the old lion of Daomeng sank to the bottom of Chunlei Lake forever, never to be separated from the world.

Chu Liushui smiled and said, "He's dead, and I'm not far away. So it's okay to tell these secrets."

Chu Donglai stared blankly at his father.

"Ding Yi is my only friend." Chu Liushui lowered his eyebrows and said calmly, "We are all the few 'descendants' of Xichu, with Xichu's blood flowing in our bodies, and holding knives and swords in our hands." , At that time, they all thought crazily that they could put the King Chu flag on the ground again so that everyone could see it."

Chu Donglai's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously squeezed his sleeves tightly.

"It was also he who took the knife that was supposed to be used to restore the country and Western Chu, and broke my tendons in the arms and hamstrings." Chu Liushui said lightly: "It's not that half of my body is sick, but it's caused by him. Useless."

Chu Liushui said seriously: "Don't think I hate him."

"In the countless nights since then, I have been extremely grateful to this man."

"If he hadn't broken my tendons and hamstrings."

"I just can't let go of the hatred."

"I can't live to this day either."

The old man smiled, put his broken left hand on his abdomen, stretched his right hand forward gently, and smoothed Chu Donglai's temple hair, and said softly: "I'll tell you the next story, if you listen It's over, this piece of jade is yours, but you have to promise me to do something for the old man."

Chu Donglai stared blankly at the old man.

Chu Liushui smiled slyly: "If you don't agree, I won't say anything."

Chu Donglai had a sore nose, trying to make his voice clear.

"Father, I agree to everything you say."

(End of this chapter)