Dark clouds obscured the originally bright moonlight. Although the Zhenlong chess game was over, the changes in the world caused by it continued.

It started to rain.

Rain fell on Xu Yue's head. He raised his head blankly, stretched out his hand, and said in confusion:

"Is it true that duels in the arena are always accompanied by rain?"

After drinking the last glass of wine, Li Canglan closed his eyes, and an invisible rope of cause and effect quietly broke.

"Actually, that year in Yanyu Lane, I already knew that whether my heart was broken or my sword heart collapsed, it was just an excuse for me to escape from this world. But since you are dead, I won't pursue it anymore.

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Throwing down the wine glass, the next moment, Li Canglan took a step forward into the void, as if stepping on a stone, and walked slowly towards Jiangnan Villa step by step.

On the roof of the Yuejiang Tower, there was a middle-aged man wearing dark green clothes with gorgeous cloud patterns embroidered on it. He was holding a long blue sword in his hand and was sitting on the ridge of the roof.

A strong sword intent came from under his feet. On the top floor of Yuejiang Tower, there was no window in the dark room. It was dark and quiet. This floor was where Dugu, the prime minister of Jiangnan Road's Lingfeng Mansion, erected a sword.

And it was specially covered.

Li Canglan paused in his advance, turned his head in the direction of Yuejiang Tower and said:

"Some things have to be dealt with eventually, and some people have to meet again eventually. Old friend, just wait for a while!"

Immediately, he pressed with one hand, and the sword intent of Xiao Jianghu, the famous sword standing on the top floor of Yuejiang Tower, gradually converged and finally turned into calm.

The man on the roof stood up, bowed in the direction of Pinghu Villa and said:

"This junior is arbitrary, and on the orders of our ancestor Dugu, I am here to congratulate Senior Li on his return to Tianshu Realm."

Putting aside the Patriarch of Jinglingtai, the entire Jianghu Swordsmen sect had fallen into a long-term slump because of Li Canglan's emergence thirty years ago. Although many people imitated him and imitated his behavior of banishing immortals, they fell into a long-term slump because of this high mountain.

This situation did not get any better after Li Canglan disappeared from the world.

Talented people emerge from generation to generation, and in ten years new people replace old ones.

In this generation of martial arts, Bai Junzi from Bailing County in Muzhou is the best in swordsmanship with his ruthless sword spirit, while Dujue from Yuanfeng County in Yuxiazhou laughs about his path to invincible swordsmanship by learning the Seventy-Six Ways from his family.

His eyes traveled dozens of miles and landed on the ridge of the roof, where he was bowing and bowing. Li Canglan said:

"Say hello to that old guy Dugu for me. I'll have a glass of wine with him when this happens."

When Dujuan heard this, his heart couldn't help but throb.

Although our ancestor Dugu was already a rare immortal in the world, it was Li Canglan who really made him decide to embark on the journey of swordsmanship.

At that time, there was no son or daughter in the world who did not yearn for the appearance of being relegated to immortality.

"What Li Xianren said, the younger generation will definitely relay what our ancestors said!"

At this moment in Pinghu Villa, their conversation was not heard by anyone present.

Wei Zigeng and others did not stop him, but just watched him silently, watching the once high-spirited and relegated immortal Li Canglan walk away.

After walking nearly ten feet, Li Canglan seemed to remember something, turned around and said to Wei Zigeng and others:

"Young Master Wei, please don't forget the agreement you made with Sun Zhongjing. That person is a coward. As for what you want to ask, I will answer it for you when we understand the matter."

Wei Zigeng looked at the retreating figure, and vaguely seemed to see the figure of the beggar who used to drink and sleep under the old willow tree.

He walked side by side with Li Canglan, and then disappeared into the hazy drizzle.

Vaguely, Wei Zigeng heard the illusory figure, turned his head, smiled at him and said:

"Mountains and rivers meet each other, Zi Geng. We will meet again later."

Looking at the old sword in his hand, Wei Zigeng smiled helplessly.

"What else is there to see later?"

A golden light appeared under the clouds, the rain gradually stopped, and after a while it was bright.

After a moment of sadness, Wei Zigeng and others jumped off the ridge of the roof. Cheng Xi asked his servants to pack up the food and wine in the pavilion, and then they dispersed.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Before returning to the house, Wei Zigeng noticed that the eldest lady Cheng Qing was still standing alone in the pavilion, her eyes empty, as if she had been distracted by something.

Hearing Wei Zigeng's words, she suddenly woke up, blinked her eyes, and suddenly saw Wei Zigeng looking at her in front of her. She couldn't help but blush, and turned around hurriedly.

"No... nothing's wrong. Thank you for your concern, young shopkeeper."

After knowing each other for such a long time, Cheng Qing still used to call Wei Zigeng the young shopkeeper.

Then he said softly:

"In Jiangnan Dao, I grew up listening to the story of the banished immortal Li Canglan since I was a child. I dreamed of becoming a knight-errant like him, wearing green clothes, wielding a sword, and riding horses in the rivers and lakes. Although I ran away from home many times and was caught back, I still couldn't.

I once disguised myself as a woman and wanted to join the army and become No. 2 in the city, but in the end it backfired, but even so, I still dreamed of being able to make a name for myself in the world as a daughter."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Cheng Qing let out a long sigh and finally smiled helplessly, while Wei Zigeng stood aside and patiently listened to Cheng Qing's words.

"Hey, but one day, the legendary and elegant swordsman actually stood in front of me, and I realized that it turns out that the knights of the world are not that easy, and they are not indifferent to the fireworks of the world, and even...

They have more troubles and sorrows than ordinary people, and even have to pay more for it, so..."

At the end of the sentence, Cheng Qing was a little bit at a loss for words. The dream of being in the world of martial arts for nearly twenty years seemed to be completely shattered in just an instant.

Wei Zigeng looked at the sorrowful Cheng Qing, smiled and said:

"So, you think Jianghu shouldn't be like this?"

Cheng Qing turned his head, looked at Wei Zigeng's usual warm smile, and asked:

"Isn't it true? Riding my horse and whistling into the west wind, I will fight injustice with my sword. Isn't that how it is in the world? Why do I have to look forward and backward when I draw my sword?"

"Miss, you are wrong."

Cheng Qing's expression turned from sad to confused, and Wei Zigeng continued:

"Do you know Yuzhou Yulou?"

"Of course you know. Yuyu Tower is a veritable mansion of the Immortal Family. Some knights who have traveled around the world have seen it, and all of them are immortals in white clothes."

Cheng Qing didn't hesitate, Wei Zigeng said with a smile:

"But did you know that every half a day in Yuyulou, there will be people at the market to purchase daily necessities, such as food and drinks. They are just like us, they need to fill their stomachs and eat whole grains."

"this……"

Obviously, Cheng Qing couldn't believe what Wei Zigeng said.

But she just didn't believe it, not disbelief.

"Then do you know that there is a saying in Jianghu, called a penny hero? The eldest lady also knows that I grew up in Jianghu Inn since I was a child, and I have seen too many warriors and swordsmen who usually look majestic.

The chivalrous ladies could only eat three cents a pot of Shao Knife because of their lack of money, and they had also seen them fight to death over the reward of fifty taels of silver, or even just because of some trivial matter, sometimes maybe just because

If they draw their swords at each other after a disagreement, aren't they in the same arena?"

Listening to Wei Zigeng's words, Cheng Qing's eyes darkened.

No one had ever spoken to her before. The most she had was to be told something by Mr. Cheng after he was caught back. The old man said something like "the world is dangerous", and he was reluctant to even say harsh words.

But how sinister the world is, how can she understand, as the eldest daughter of Pinghu Villa, who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth?

No one answered Wei Zigeng's question. After a pause, he continued:

"Miss, if you have the patience to walk around Lingzhou City, you will find that the rivers and lakes are all around you, the peddlers and pawns, the kettles and the pulp, greeting everyone with a smile, but secretly cursing in private for what they just did.

The successful business was ruined by someone. This is their world. The turf war between beggars. If other beggars occupy his territory, they will fight. This is also the world. Inns and restaurants, leave three points behind.

People have three sides, and these are rivers and lakes. Even in this large Pinghu Villa, there are rivers and lakes, large and small."

At the end of his words, Wei Zigeng made a gesture of embracing the entire Pinghu Villa. Seeing his appearance, the stunned Cheng Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hey, you're right to laugh. You're right to smile. Compared with many people, we don't know how much better. Even though some people are abandoned since birth, they never feel sorry for themselves, feel sad, and have a smile on their face every day.

Smile, even his smile can influence the people around him to be as happy as him. I think such people are real heroes, real heroes of joy. This kind of rivers and lakes is the rivers and lakes that are truly worthy of yearning for, rather than being inconsistent with each other.

, beat and kill."

At the end of the sentence, Wei Zigeng couldn't help but look at Xu Yue's room. At this moment, snoring could be heard in his room, and the boy had fallen asleep heartlessly.

Looking at Cheng Qing's waist, there was a jade flute pinned there. Cheng Qing had always carried this jade flute, but she had never seen her play it.

"The eldest lady loves to play the flute? I see the eldest lady playing the flute all the time, but why have I never heard the eldest lady play it?"

After listening, Cheng Qing took a deep breath, and then let go of the depression in his heart. With a smile on his face, he took out the jade flute on his back and said to Wei Zigeng:

"At that time, in order to dispel my desire to go out and explore, my father gave me this jade flute. It was a relic of my mother. Since my mother died of illness, my father has never left this jade flute in his hands. Although I am not familiar with the music.

I don’t know anything about it, but I always carry it with me.”

Cheng Qing's mother was Mr. Cheng's first wife. She had been with Mr. Cheng since she was young. Although she gradually built up a family business, Mrs. Cheng also fell ill and died of the disease at the age of half an old age.

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Before his death, he personally took in concubines for Mr. Cheng. It was not until he saw that his second wife gave birth to a second young lady that he could die peacefully.

Although Cheng Qing, Cheng Huan and Cheng Xi are not of the same mother, there is no doubt about the sibling relationship between them.

Speaking of his deceased mother, her smile remained the same, and Wei Zigeng felt like he was in the spring breeze. He thought that Cheng Qing's mother must have been an excellent woman as well.
To be continued...