Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 17
Chaisang City.

Autumn rain falls.

In the deserted temple on the outskirts, Sikong Changfeng felt cold, so he lit a fire, and sat there with Baili Dongjun to enjoy the fire leisurely.

Qingya son Luo Xuan went to nowhere, while Lei Mengsha was sitting under the eaves alone, with the incomparably huge white colored glaze lying beside him.But after a day or two, Lei Mengsha seemed to be very familiar with this snake, he patted Bai Liuli's head: "Brother Bai, do you miss home?"

Bai Liuli opened her mouth and twisted her body.

"It's a bit cold, it would be nice if there is wine to warm you up." Lei Mengsha murmured.

Baili Dongjun couldn't help cursing after hearing this: "I wasted my whole house of good wine!"

Sikong Changfeng took out a wine bag from his arms, raised his head and took a sip, then handed it to Baili Dongjun: "Drink."

Baili Dongjun was taken aback, took the wine bag, and sniffed it lightly: "Sang Luo? Where are you from?"

Sikong Changfeng smiled: "I secretly poured it while you were sleeping."

"Good job, Sikong Changfeng!" Baili Dongjun glared angrily.

"Do you want to drink? If you don't want to drink, let me take a sip first." Lei Mengsha stretched out his hand and said.

"Bah." Baili Dongjun raised his head and took a big sip, wiped his mouth, and threw out the wine bag, and Lei Mengsha reached out to take it: "You are the only grandson of the Xihou Mansion in the dignified town, you are not good. Martial arts, why do you like wine making?"

Baili Dongjun smiled: "If you are a son of the Hou family, you have to be good at martial arts? If my father is the number one scholar, then don't I have to be a poet? What does my grandfather do, what does my father do, and what do I do? It has nothing to do with it."

"It makes sense." Lei Mengsha nodded, "If I am willing to be like the people in my family, I will not be exiled by Leijiabao."

"Why you were exiled by Leijiabao, this has always been a mystery in Jianghu. You are the best disciple of Leijiabao's generation. Even if you were born in a separate family, you were once placed with high hopes." Sikong Changfeng asked.

"You know the affairs of Jianghu very well?" Lei Mengsha asked while throwing the wine bag back to Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng took the wine bag and took a sip: "I have lived in all over the world since I was a child, and I have always lived in this river and lake."

"Your marksmanship is good, but your moves are not complete, and your skills are not complete. It seems that you have a very good foundation, but you only learned the form, not the meaning." Lei Mengsha walked over and picked up the gun in Sikong Changfeng's hand. Long Spear, "I must have heard of this gun. Silver Moon Gun, crying heartbroken. His owner is Lin Jiu, the descendant of the Jiangnan Ruins Gun. Lin Jiu has been missing for many years."

"He's dead." Sikong Changfeng said lightly.

"Is he your master?" Lei Mengsha asked.

"Well, he was dying when I saw him, covered in sores, lying at the door of an abandoned Taoist temple waiting to die. I rescued him and brought him to my place. He hoped to die before he died." Then I asked me to burn his body and bring the ashes back to his hometown. He said that there was a lake in front of his house called Xuyin Lake. He loved a woman when he was young, and that woman sat on the lake every morning. He often went to see him while combing his hair. But he was just a poor boy at that time, but the woman was the most beautiful woman in the town. He made up his mind, picked up a gun and walked out of the town. Unexpectedly, I didn’t go back for 30 years. Once I entered the rivers and lakes, I couldn’t get out again. He hoped that I would scatter his ashes in that lake of Xuyin.”

"Didn't I ask you to ask about that woman?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"In the third year after he left, the brothers in his hometown brought him news that the woman was married. He said that the woman would not even remember that there was such a young man who came to the lake to practice guns early every day. , just to take a look at the way she combed her hair. He said that after so many years, he didn’t remember what the woman looked like, and he couldn’t think about it. He just remembered the lake. But when I came to the town he mentioned, But I found out." Sikong Changfeng paused and sighed, "That lake has dried up."

Lei Mengsha and Baili Dongjun looked at each other without speaking.

"People are not the people they were back then, but the scenery is not the same as it was back then." Sikong Changfeng shook his head, "Later I dug a hole by the lake and buried his ashes in it. Maybe someday The lake will become the mirror lake where the girl combed her hair, or it may be completely filled one day, who knows."

"He taught you your marksmanship?" Lei Mengsha asked.

"He taught me marksmanship for five days, and then died. But these five days of marksmanship have saved my life many times over the past few years." Sikong Changfeng took back the long spear from Leimeng Killer, "So I'm also curious, what is this complete marksmanship like?"

"The chasing gun is not a very powerful marksmanship, but Lin Jiu is indeed a remarkable person. It seems that I was wrong just now." Lei Mengsha looked at Sikong Changfeng, "Your marksmanship, what you have learned is meaning. , What I didn’t learn is the shape. If there is a chance, then I will definitely be able to reproduce that set of marksmanship.”

Sikong Changfeng smiled wryly: "It is impossible to have a chance."

Lei Mengsha nodded: "It is true that you will not have another chance before, but you are very lucky, you met us. We are the eighth son of Beili. You must know that the eight of us are spread out, and it is a piece of paper. Net, this net can cover the entire Beili. We will help you."

Baili Dongjun looked confused: "What are you talking about?"

Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "Don't talk about me anymore, let's talk about Gu Jianmen. Although I got mixed up with you in a daze, I still don't know what kind of person we are going to save."

"Young Master Lingyun, Gu Jianmen." Lei Mengsha narrowed his eyes slightly, "Of course he is... a madman."

"When he was young, he went to Beijing to study, and on the first day he came, he offended the people of Tianqi Baishizhai. Baishizhai is the largest underground gang in Tianqi City. He was tied up and sent to the main hall for punishment. Baishizhai's words Someone sent someone to check Gu Jianmen's identity, and knew that the Southwest Road Gu family was not an ordinary family, but after all, they couldn't be ranked in Tianqi City, so they asked him to draw a lottery for life and death. The so-called life and death lottery has a total of 99 lottery signs, on which are written all kinds of torture, the most vicious is almost equal to the death penalty, and the most common one is like nine knives and sixteen holes, and several holes have to be pierced in the body. There are schools in Baishizhai Spy, go back to report the letter immediately, but Gu Jianmen didn't even think about it, he just walked up and took one casually, took a look at it, threw it on the ground, turned his head and left. After that day, the name Gu Jianmen was in Tianqi City started to become famous."

"What does it say on the sign?"

"Of the 99 life-and-death lottery, 98 are death lottery and one is life lottery. Gu Jianmen drew the only life lottery, with four words written on it: Mingtang Zhengdao."

(End of this chapter)