Chapter 33 Jiaomu Jiao...

On the breakfast stand:

"You can say something." You Mengzhe said.

Yu Wenhong held a chopstick in one hand and said, "You tell me not to talk."

You Mengzhe said: "It can be said now."

Yu Wenhong thought for a while and said, "There is a kind of spring in Canghai Pavilion that can recognize relatives by dripping blood."

You Mengzhe: "Really?!"

Yu Wenhong nodded and said, "Well, take some of their blood, and add some of your own blood... If you drop it in the water, you'll know who your father is."

You Mengzhe breathed a sigh of relief: "That's easy, let's go back and ask for some water, and then try one by one."

Yu Wenhong said, "If Zhao Feihong is your father, isn't Zhang Yuanshan? Wouldn't he be even sadder?"

You Mengzhe said: "Then... it's also impossible."

Yu Wenhong said, "If it's neither of the two, is your father the leader?"

You Mengzhe screamed: "Who is my father, I have to figure it out myself!"

Yu Wenhong nodded, and You Mengzhe thought of You Gutian again. If You Gutian was really his father, it would be really unbearable. It is better not to have such a father.

"I don't want to go back." You Mengzhe was suddenly very tired. He threw the copper coins from the checkout and glanced at Yu Wenhong, thinking that he probably didn't have any ideas and had always followed him.

However, the sky and the earth are big, and I don't know where to go to, should I go back to Zhangyuan Mountain? You Mengzhe didn't want to go at all. Zhang Yuanshan was sorry for his mother, and he was sorry for him. He knew it when he lived in the capital, but because of his sworn relationship with Zhao Feihong, he never said it.

After Zhao Feihong came to Jiangzhou, he had obviously seen him when he went out in the rain at night.

In You Mengzhe, the scene of Zhao Feihong going to find Zhang Yuanshan appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help but wonder what the situation was at that time. Did Zhang Yuanshan finally couldn't help confessing it? How did Zhao Feihong question him, and finally he was disheartened and went back to the inn to sleep.

Until Zhao Feihong stopped himself from going to see Zhang Yuanshan, what kind of mood did he have at that time?

It seems that this pair of brothers is not much better, You Mengzhe thought a little numbly.

"I'll take you to play." Yu Wenhong said suddenly.

It was the first time that You Mengzhe heard Yu Wenhong say this. In the past, You Mengzhe said where he was going and left, and Yu Wenhong would definitely follow. He almost never had his own opinion and could do anything.

It was the first time in history that he would actually offer to take him to play.

"Where are you going?" You Mengzhe said.

Yu Wenhong said: "I only know that the East China Sea is still successful. I just left Canghai Pavilion and stayed there for a while."

You Mengzhe said: "Sure, let's go to the East China Sea. In the future, you have the final say, and I will follow you."

You Mengzhe took the package and set off, wrote a letter to Zhang Yuanshan, and handed it to the city gate guard to ask him to turn around. The two of them went out of the Hanjiang River first, and sat by the riverside watching the colorful dragon boats test the water.

The sky is clear for thousands of miles, and the sky is bright like washing, and a long high platform is erected along the river. You Mengzhe stopped and walked to see that the weather was good, and suggested: "I'll sleep here for a while, I'm so sleepy."

Yu Wenhong had no opinion, so the two found a meadow and took a nap under a big tree.

When woke up, got up and walked again. You Mengzhe didn't watch the dragon boat rowing on the Dragon Boat Festival anymore. He fished for a while by the river, and then looked for a fisherman's house to eat and live. At night, he slept with Yu Wenhong in his arms. , By noon the next day, the dragon boats of the brigade dàngdàng went up against the river, and the drums were beating loudly.

For a while, I saw dragon boats rushing across the river, drums on thousands of boats in an orderly manner, and the sound of "dong dong" echoed back and forth between heaven and earth.

The vast river is surging, and it is a magnificent and magnificent scene.

Yu Wenhong hugged You Mengzhe from behind, You Mengzhe stretched out his strong arm and watched the scene in the river so quietly.

After the dragon boat, You Mengzhe smiled and held hands with Yu Wenhong as they walked along the undulating riverside.

Another day, Jiangzhou's fleet sailed south, and the people who had been to the Duanyang Festival went home. You Mengzhe stopped a boat, and the two rented a boat along the Hanjiang River all the way east.

Pass through Yangzhou, enter Dong'e State, take a car at Dong'e State House, and go to Donghai County, the last city in the easternmost part of the Central Plains.

Legend has it that this is the origin of the world's martial arts, and the hometown of jugglers.

The largest surname in the entire Donghai County is Li, Lijia Inn, Lijia Restaurant, Lijia Food Shop, etc. There are also pawnshops such as "the first Li in the world", and weapon semicolons. Since the day Li Mou started his army here, the Li family has been in charge of the country for hundreds of years, and they have not collected any taxes from Donghai County.

This makes the local salt, iron, and commerce circulate very widely, just like a free port. The Japanese people trade in the outer seas, and the goods flow to the south of the Yangtze River. The whole city has a kind of unscrupulous but orderly atmosphere. Chaos is chaos, but it establishes a tacit order.

When You Mengzhe first arrived, he was greedy for food and fun. He ate a few seafood meals, drank a lot of wine, and picked shells with Yu Wenhong at the beach. After drinking the sea breeze, he developed a low-grade fever.

Since the day he went to Jiangzhou, he was ill after the rain, and now he was threatening, and he was so weak that he could only lie in the inn and listen to the jingle of swords outside.

The East China Sea is the most unruly place, but it is also the most disciplined place. Weak meat has been eaten since ancient times. Even the most ordinary people here will play a few forms of Liuhe palm and arm fist, and children are holding swords. It was a lot of fun playing outside.

You Mengzhe was very curious. He Yu Wenhong was lying on the window looking at the street. The July sun was very warm, but it was not very hot, but the sea breeze was very cool.

"What do you want to eat today?" Yu Wenhong asked.

You Mengzhe smacked his mouth and said, "Crab."

Yu Wenhong said, "No, you're still sick. Can you eat clam porridge?"

You Mengzhe said: "Alright, give me a salted duck egg."

So Yu Wenhong took You Mengzhe, one big and one small, to eat salted duck eggs and clam porridge. You Mengzhe shook Yu Wenhong's hand and suddenly felt that if this guy raised himself, maybe it would be good.

Yu Wenhong has no opinion, but he is very serious and responsible, and changes his ways to make You Meng Zhe happy. Unlike a qualified father, he is a gentle father.

These days, the two get along very naturally. You Mengzhe also heard him talk about a lot of things about Canghai Pavilion. Like a free fairyland, there are not many restrictions in the sect.

You Mengzhe tapped the bowl with chopsticks: "It's such a good place, why didn't my mother take Zhao Feihong back to Canghai Pavilion?"

Yu Wenhong peeled the salted duck eggs for You Mengzhe and said, "She used to think it was not fun in the mountains. She wanted to go to the rivers and lakes, but when she really did, she felt that the rivers and lakes were not fun. Zhao Feihong wanted to go to Canghai Pavilion all his life. It's just that we don't recruit son-in-law."

You Mengzhe said, "What about me? I won't be kicked out."

Yu Wenhong said: "You are the biological grandson of the old pavilion owner, how could you?"

You Mengzhe was relieved, and Yu Wenhong said to himself: "It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."

You Mengzhe laughed and said, "Who said that?"

Yu Wenhong said: "The old pavilion master said that the world is old, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, it's all fake, it's boring, it's better to get together and relax."

When the two were eating, they suddenly saw a lot of people entering the store, each with a weapon, entering the store as a clatter or clapping the table, or making a rough voice to let Xiao Er serve the food.

"This time on August 15th, Xianshan doesn't know whether to open the door or not," said a bald old man.

"Hey, there are so many people at the moment, I'm afraid we won't be able to share any treasures." The big man poured wine for the people in front of the table.

When You Mengzhe heard the word "ku cháo", he became interested, looked at Yu Wenhong, and waved his hand to signal him not to turn his head.

"Third uncle." A woman asked with a smile, "Is the Canghai Pavilion really like everyone said, there are treasures everywhere?"

The bald old man had a childish face, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's all luck, after all, it's the mother's family of the wife of the leader of the god sect. I heard that even the martial arts sect has received news this time, maybe in a few days, the East China Sea will be full of people. ."

"Old Monster Qingquan." Someone at the next table of scribes said.

"You can call this name?!" Someone at the table immediately yelled loudly, the sound of a sword being drawn, the sound of a sword, and chaos.

A literati drank porridge by himself, smiled and said, "Canghai Pavilion is the authentic martial arts in the world. Just think about it in your heart. If you want to destroy the faction and distribute the treasure, it will be very sad. Don't blame you for not reminding you."

Everyone shouted, the old man signaled to calm down, and said calmly: "With the leader of the gods, the brothers should go up and walk, open their eyes, and see the world, what's the harm?"

The scribe smiled and cupped his hands: "It's a coincidence, but our leader Zhao is the son-in-law of Canghai Pavilion. This time, we will spread the heroic posts and invite us to the right way..."

"Fuck your mother!" Someone immediately yelled, "You are the leader!"

The old monster Qingquan waved his hand and said, "Brother doesn't know anything. The notice posted outside has already told the world that the young master of the demon sect is not the son of the sect master."

You Mengzhe was startled, and he didn't care to listen to what they said any more. After paying the bill, he went out to look for the notice. After walking around the city, he saw that there were quite a lot of notices posted under the city wall.

The first notice is from the Demon Sect. It has a black figure drawn on it. He looks crooked, and his cheeks are as big as a gourd. There is a small print next to it. Outside, if he can be found, the position of the leader of the demon sect will be handed over.

You Mengzhe: "!!!"

The other notice is graceful and luxurious, with good familiarity, the pen is drawn with dragons and snakes, and another person is drawn, with big eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, and pointed chin. The text notes: This person's name is Zhang Mengzhe. If you can find it, would be very grateful.

You Mengzhe: "..."

A crowd of onlookers, You Mengzhe said, "It's clearly two people."

Others pointed and pointed: "Of course there are two people, one surnamed You and the other Zhang."

You Mengzhe pointed at his face and said, "Isn't it me?"

Everyone teased: "What's the look, your face is neither round nor sharp, don't fool people."

You Mengzhe screamed: "It's really me! I'll give you 10,000 taels of gold for nothing, and the demon sect leader doesn't want it!"

Just as he was talking, someone shouted: "The original work of the dumb man! The words of the dumb man! This notice alone can be sold for one hundred taels of silver!"

When everyone came to their senses, they went to tear up the notice one after another. For a while, they were beaten with blood under the city wall, and they couldn't open it. Finally, they tore the notice into pieces, and one person ran away happily holding the word "10,000".

In the past few days, there have been more and more people in the East China Sea, and there have been frequent fights. Everyone is talking about the Canghai Pavilion. For a time, the large and small inns are overcrowded, and the weapons shops and medicine halls are in short supply.

You Mengzhe inquired around and learned that it was the news released by You Gutian. Since the fifth day of August, as long as you can arrive at Qinglong Mountain overseas on August 15, you can take the opportunity to board the Canghai Pavilion.

But what is he going to do with himself? You Mengzhe's feelings are quite complicated, and they have nothing to do with each other. You Gutian has raised him for 16 years. Although he has the grace of raising him, he uses himself as a tool to increase his internal strength... Everyone is even. , It is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong.

Zhang Yuanshan was really looking for himself, and You Mengzhe was hesitant to see him.

On the first day of the eighth lunar month, nearly 10,000 foreign visitors had been crowded into a small Donghai County, and there were waves of people fighting in the streets. people fill in.

You Mengzhe said: "Let's go out and see, maybe we can meet someone we know."

Yu Wenhong has always let him have the final say. The two of them left the inn, and someone on the street laughed and said, "I'll get on the boat tomorrow and head to the overseas fairy mountains. This battle is really big enough. Going back to attack Yuheng Mountain will be arrogant..."

"Isn't it true, the dead camel is bigger than a horse. It is said that this time the leader of the tour just took an ashes urn to the Canghai Pavilion, and sent the ashes of his daughter-in-law back to her mother's house. I don't want anything else, hey, infatuated with love..."

You Mengzhe walked past them. In the background, several people took their palms and beat a decent warrior to the point of spitting blood and slowly falling down.

"He should really like my mother." You Mengzhe said, "I don't know what to do with me."

Yu Wenhong said: "Maybe I feel ashamed." He used his arm to fend off the nine-section whip flying under the tree, and another person was beaten to the ground when he was beaten.

There were fallen wounded along the street. The decency and the demon sect drew a clear boundary, and the warriors who belonged to the demon sect retreated to the south of the city one after another.

Zhao Feihong led the righteous Jianghu people to gather in the northern city. The two sides built a defensive line at the border between the northern and southern cities, and built a lot of sandbags.

The line of demarcation stretched all the way to the wharf, with dozens of decently rented fishing boats parked on one side, and large demon boats on the other. Hundred-footed worms are dead but not stiff. Demon sects have family property in the world, and a few large ships are naturally no problem.

You Mengzhe and Yu Wenhong sneaked to the pier and spied into the distance.

"This is troublesome." Yu Wenhong whispered: "I can't rent a boat, what should I do?"

You Mengzhe said: "Find a boat to steal it."

Yu Wenhong said, "Whose boat is it on?"

You Mengzhe licked his lips, looked around for a moment, and said, "Let's see then, let's not go back to the inn at night, just wait here, lest the boat leave later."

Yu Wenhong had no idea, nodded, and the two sat down under a big tree, sitting side by side, it was sinking to the west, the city was full of twilight, both of them were tired, they all finished work and went back to eat, ready to sit down at dawn The boat goes out to sea to find the fairy mountain.

You Mengzhe's hiding place was quite far from the wharf occupied by the Demon Sect. He recognized a lot of sectarians, and the guardians were all there, but he didn't dare to go there, lest You Gutian would be interested and do something to him later. The moon was rising in the east and the night sky was clear. You Mengzhe leaned into Yu Wenhong's arms and dozed off, and somehow woke up in the middle of the night.

Many people slept on the pier, and You Mengzhe looked out, and saw the vast sea cháo life and death, rustling, there was a chair in the center of the pier, and a person sat on the chair, staring at the endless black sea in a daze.

That is You Gutian.

You Mengzhe felt an impulse in his heart, he just wanted to talk to him in the past, but he didn't want to get up.

Yu Wenhong also woke up, staring at You Mengzhe with star-like eyes, and hugged him tighter.

Bihai was born, rolled up the distant memories and photographed on the pier. In an instant, thousands of troops rushed in, and in an instant, they quietly retreated.

You Gutian held a white jade urn in his arms and quietly looked at the end of the sea level. At the beginning of August, a bright moon sprinkled silver light on the sea, spreading from the end of the sky to the coast.

You Mengzhe touched the flute in the bag, took it out and put it to his lips, tried the sound with a whimper, and got up. The song is melodious and melodious, as ethereal as the sounds of nature.

You Gutian heard it, but didn't look back, looking at the sea in a trance, the tune was high, like cháo water, until the end of the sky, a thick song sounded in an instant, as if looking for a companion.

You Mengzhe's pupils shrank slightly, hearing the sadness in the song.

"The world is infinite, and the light is shared..."

"It's sad to see how easy life is, and to see the impermanence of the sun and the moon..."

Zhao Feihong was wearing a green robe and fluttering in the sea breeze of the long night. Standing on the roof, his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life. He sang a song and reconciled with You Mengzhe.

You Gutian sighed, turned to instruct a member of the church, and after a while, the qin came, rested on his knee, swept his five fingers, and the sound was like a thousand horses galloping, causing the waves to rise and clouds to disappear, and the seas surging.

With the sound of the flute and the violin, the singing spread to the pitch-black sky, and then turned at the same time. It was silent at the highest point, just as the sea gently washed away the long-term story, leaving no traces.

The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.