spring ice

The wind has been blowing since morning.The wind that is wrapped in sand, dust and broken leaves makes people's mouth and nose dry, and the fine sweat that drenches the underwear at this moment, making people faint from inside and outside.And once the circling and roaring noise stopped, the surrounding area became even more terrifyingly quiet.Only a red sachet on the table exudes a light wormwood smell as if nothing had happened.

There were two people sitting at the table, and neither of them made a sound for a long time.

The scene outside did not match the time of day, it was obviously only afternoon, and the light in the room was seriously insufficient, so it was almost impossible to see the details of the furnishings.Outside the window, there was a cloud of gloom and cumulus clouds within reach, and the heavy rain was about to be overwhelmed, just waiting for the moment when the land collapsed. In contrast, the waiting inside the room was obviously more dull and anxious.

Gao Ya often prefers to be alone because she is worried that her actions will not meet the expectations of the other party.But Feng Huanyuan was not.It seemed that Feng Huanyuan didn't care whether he stayed alone, with one person or many others, whether he was familiar with them or not.He never felt redundant.

No matter what Zhong Zhimu thinks about him, he must stay here at this moment.

Zhong Zhimu turned his gaze to the sachet.The workmanship of the sachet is astonishing, the stitches are all crooked, and the edges are frayed. It is obviously a work that I treasure.Seeing Feng Huanyuan cast his gaze cautiously, he said in a hoarse voice, "This is my little girl's belongings."

Feng Huanyuan nodded as if he understood this for the first time.

Zhong Zhimu sighed: "Her mother passed away early, and I doted on her too much, and now she is lawless, and it is all due to the old man's incompetence in discipline. After this matter is over, she will definitely be punished heavily. Please don't be offended by Master Feng."

Feng Huanyuan said: "Where is it? Miss Zhong is eccentric and daring, she never dreamed that senior would allow her to marry me, I'm afraid I'm not good enough for her."

These words are simply groveling, but he has a very calm expression when he speaks.Zhong Zhimu glanced at him approvingly and said: "Although I have seen many young talents in my life, I have never seen one as generous as the head of Feng. I am very happy to have such a good son-in-law."

Feng Huanyuan smiled slightly, said ashamed, and looked out the window at the crumbling sky. "Senior, have you decided to exchange the drawing of the rising dragon for Miss Zhong?"

Zhong Zhimu said: "I have reached the age of destiny, and I only have this one daughter. Not to mention the picture of ascending the dragon, even if my life is changed, there is no pity."

He didn't have the decadent look that old people often have on his face, and the hand stroking the rosary was still steady.Feng Huanyuan couldn't stand such an outpouring of true feelings, so he sighed vaguely. "According to Senior Brother Wei, the kidnapper is the Red Lotus Envoy of the Demon Cult, who hasn't appeared in Jianghu for several years."

Zhong Zhimu slapped the table heavily with his right hand, and actually pressed five fingerprints on the thick pear wood table: "The Demon Cult has been torn apart since the former leader, BAI Tianjiao, became full of evil, and it has only been a few years since it made trouble. Is it bearable or unbearable!"

Feng Huanyuan said: "I heard that the picture of Ascending Dragon is a big secret. The martial arts people killed rivers of blood for this picture decades ago. If it falls into the hands of the Demon Sect, it will indeed be a headache."

Zhong Zhimu sternly said: "If you provoke this old man, he will be exhausted." Before he finished speaking, a Tunan disciple hurried in and presented a letter.Zhong Zhimu first asked: "Where is the person who sent the letter?" The disciple murmured: "It was sent by a street hooligan. He only said that the letter appeared in his sleeve out of thin air, and he didn't know where it came from."

Zhong Zhimu snorted, unfolded the letter, glanced at it, and with force in his palm, the piece of paper was instantly turned into powder, facing Feng Huanyuan who was standing aside, and said: "The Old Town God's Temple three miles east of the city, waiting for you."

Feng Huanyuan immediately said: "I will walk with senior."

Zhong Zhimu said: "It is written in the letter that I am the only one left, otherwise the little girl's life will be in danger."

Feng Huanyuan said: "If you want to change things, why do you have to go with the seniors? The opponent's intention is obvious. Although the seniors are superb, they should be fully prepared. I will follow first and then adapt to the situation."

Zhong Zhimu said: "Alright." The two hurried out and rode away.After walking for a few miles, the dark clouds above their heads were finally overwhelmed, and the heavy raindrops fell on their heads and faces. The two of them wrapped their cloaks tightly, their mouths and noses were covered by the brutal rain, and their vision was blurred.The people and horses walked along the Feishui for a while, and saw a ruined temple in the wind and rain in the distance, standing a little lonely from the intermittent walls.Feng Huanyuan slowed down and followed Zhong Zhimu Naqi cautiously. There were two black-clothed congregants standing in front of the temple, and there was no one else at first glance.

Zhong Zhimu got off his horse, and a disciple in black stepped forward, looked up at Feng Huanyuan behind him, and said coldly, "Zhong Zhimu has to enter alone."

Feng Huanyuan said: "Master Zhong dared to come here alone, which is a sign of courage, but I don't know if your teaching has the courage. I am Miss Zhong's husband-in-law, and it would be too unnatural for you not to let me confirm her safety. No sincerity, just invite you into the urn?"

The two men didn't answer, they just looked at them stubbornly, and didn't mean to give way.Feng Huanyuan wiped the rainwater off his face, untied his tiger tail and handed it over. "Let's take a step back, so as not to fail the business. Your education is not benevolent first. If you want to push people too far, it may be that there is no money and people over there."

The situation was at a stalemate, and only a voice came from the temple: "It's okay, let him in."

The surrounding environment is so harsh, but this voice is so beautiful and full of layers. However, it has no tendency and no emotion. It is just like a fine and smooth fabric, which makes people doubt that the inside of the door is not as dilapidated as observed from the outside. It is not a temple, but a treasure hall full of fragrant flowers and glass.

Zhong Zhimu and Feng Huanyuan looked at each other, and at the same time they stepped over the threshold of decay.

The inside of the door was deep and dark, and the two of them almost lost their direction for a moment.It took another moment, and the outline of the god statue whose head had been cut off in the main hall emerged faintly from the muddy residual light obscured by the rain, and it was only then that a person could be clearly seen curled up on the ground in front of the altar.

With his back to them, the man was petite, his hands were tied behind his back, his hair was disheveled, and he was short of breath. He tried to turn around and asked, "Who?" His voice was full of fear.

Feng Huanyuan said: "Miss Zhong!" He rushed forward with a stride.Zhong Zhimu shouted: "Wait a minute!" He stretched out his hand to pull him, but it was a step too late, Feng Huanyuan had already grabbed the woman's shoulder.

What he saw, of course, was a completely unfamiliar face.He had never seen Zhong Wushe before.

But Zhong Wushe might not be able to laugh on this occasion.

But this completely unfamiliar face raised a smile at him.

It was a smile that was only occasionally seen on the faces of dying people, waiting for relief.

I don't know if the icy coldness in my heart came from the blood that suddenly froze in my body, or the sharp blade that penetrated silently from outside.Feng Huanyuan retreated abruptly, clutching his chest, blood continuously spilling from between his fingers.

Zhong Zhimu supported him and shouted "Nephew!" But he didn't even have the time to check the wound.With a wave of his right hand, the invisible hidden weapon clanged to the ground as if hitting an invisible iron wall.

Feng Huanyuan fell on the muddy ground, the astonishment in his wide-open eyes hadn't dissipated.At the last moment of consciousness, he seemed to hear the sound of a flute.

The dull flute sound that circled back and forth came from nowhere, and it was as persistent as a scroll of mantras that were constantly pulled.Did the sound of the flute just sounded unknowingly, or was it buried in the noise of the rain from the very beginning?

The knot on the body of the woman pretending to be Zhong Wushe had slipped off, she raised her hand, and shot out several throwing knives, and at the same time retreated quickly.Her claws and toes are small and sharp, like a hedgehog with bristly hair.

No matter what kind of steel and iron bones, if you want to crush this hedgehog, you will always have to bleed a little.

And Zhong Zhimu didn't seem to take a step, but just stretched out his hand, and picked her up simply and accurately.The throwing knives at his feet were all broken.He crushed her throat like a thin-skinned walnut, making a slight rattle.The woman's fingernails scratched his face, leaving a shallow bloodstain on the side of his cheek.

The sound of the flute suddenly became rapid at this moment, it was not very far away, it seemed to be very close, and it sprayed out a vicious high-pitched sound that made the hair stand on end.The god statues on the left and right sides suddenly cracked, and four men in black jumped out, like four soft black silk, stretching their limbs in the air to their heart's content.Four long ropes with iron hooks tied at the ends swirled and danced, chaotically dividing the thick air that seemed to be solidified into many small pieces.

Zhong Zhimu stood in the center with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for the strangling spider web to finish weaving.

He had already imagined in advance the incomparable joy of burning this layer upon layer.He probably lives for moments like this.

The sound of the flute continued to hiss like a shrill scream, and the movements of the man in black became even more peculiar.Their figures walking between the beams and pillars became faster and faster, more and more crazy, as agile as bats, and as stiff as dead corpses.Zhong Zhimu's movements were hindered by the ropes, the iron hook smashed the blue bricks at his feet to pieces, and the claw on the other hand of the man in black reached his face.

Zhong Zhimu closed his eyes and let out a long cry.

Until just now, there was only rain outside the hall.The inside of the hall was also rain, leaking from the vulnerable roof and dripping everywhere, filling the hall with a rancid smell.But after all, it is rain, no matter how violent it is, it is still rain. The rain that is rootless, frivolous and changing, only needs one night, and the rubble that is dry to the point of rupture will not leave even a trace.

This clear whistling was like an overwhelming wave, rushing out in all directions with a destructive momentum.The miserable and strange flute sound was also drowned out, the man in black covered the sides of his head, almost black blood dripped from his ears.

Zhong Zhimu casually slapped the chest of the person closest to him, and that person fell straight down like a puppet with broken strings.The slanting ropes also lost their vitality, like dying snake corpses all over the ground.

Even so, the remaining three did not make a sound of despair.They didn't make any sound from beginning to end.

They just jumped up at the same time, and the claws attacked from three directions.

The orderly flute sound has stopped.This is the only action they can do.

As tyrannical as Zhong Zhimu, he could break the arm of the person in front of him and kick through the belly of the person on the right, but he couldn't stop the claws behind him from slicing across his waist, tearing a crack in the cloak.The tip of the claw touched the hindrance of the muscle, which at any rate left the man in black with a last bit of comfort.The next moment he was plunged into darkness, and he couldn't even hear the sound of his skull cracking.

Zhong Zhimu put one hand on his celestial spirit, but held a sword in the other.

When the hook and claw struck, he turned slightly to the left side, allowing the sword to pass from behind him.

The blade is dark and simple, and it doesn't seem to be sharp.The thick sword shook, and then slipped away from his hand.It was the first time in his life that he let go of the gripped sword.

There was an annoying itching on the scratched cheek.Perhaps women's nails are also poisonous.Although the person who uses poison is the one who is closest to the poison, but among the characters waiting for him in this ruined temple, which one would care about his own life?And even if you care about your own life meticulously, can you get your wish?

He felt relieved and a little bit sorry, but he had to turn around and face the owner of the sword.He couldn't tell if Feng Huanyuan really let him down, but at least his tone sounded like this. "Nephew."