Drunken and faintly dreaming

Qingming Jun saw that Shen Yixi seemed to be very curious, so he took the initiative to introduce him: "Oh, I forgot to introduce you - this is my Uncle Xin, the hero Xin who is known as the Northern Tiger in the world. he. "

"Oh, I have admired you for a long time. The name of Xin Daxia - I am so thunderous!" Shen Yixi quickly greeted him politely, but at the same time he was muttering in his heart: What Xin Daxia? Return to the Northern Tiger? This person is so young - can he be a fake? Right?

Xin Zhuihu was too lazy to pay attention to this official. He tugged on Qingming Jun's sleeve and whispered, "Master Nephew Lin, you might as well lend me a moment to speak."

Qingming Jun smiled slightly and said jokingly: "My nephew knows that my uncle will rush to find me." Then he turned to Shen Yixi and said: "Master Shen, please wait for a moment. I still have something to say to you." After explaining, he invited Xin Zhuihu to the inner cave so that he could have some personal words...

Suddenly Shen Yixi was the only one left in the cave hall. He looked around the cave, and his thoughts suddenly started to wander again... The thrilling scene from more than twenty years ago suddenly appeared in his mind again. inside.

He still has a fresh memory: the name that the masked savior drew on the sand with the tip of his sword after his repeated pleas - Lin Xi! After that, Shen Yixi kept thinking about it all the time. The name of this benefactor was in his heart, so when he first arrived in Fuzhou, he unconsciously disassembled the two characters "Lin Xi" and pieced them together into the two characters "Mengchuan" - using it as his own name The name of that teahouse.

In this cave today, he repeatedly heard Xin Zhuihu call Qing Mingjun "Senior Nephew Lin" - the surname "Lin", coupled with his long-standing understanding of Qingming Jun's life, a quite A bold inference emerged spontaneously... Could it be that Lord Qingming is Lin Xi? Could he actually be his savior many years ago?

In the slightly comfortable inner cave, Xin Zhuihu looked straight at his nephew and asked sternly: "Senior Nephew Lin, where exactly does my senior brother hide the national treasure tiger tooth?"

Qingming Jun smiled calmly and asked his uncle: "Uncle Xin, where did you get the news?"

"Stop talking in circles. As far as I know, the reason why senior brother suddenly left Qinglongyuan in Mangcang Mountain was precisely because he had obtained the national treasure tiger tooth." Xin Zhuihu always likes to speak quickly, but Qingming Jun did not immediately refute , then continued: "After that, Senior Brother Mu founded the Badong Sect in the name of Mr. Yinlong. From the day it was founded, the development momentum of this sect was like a prairie fire... Just imagine, if not How can you do this when you hold the extraordinary tiger tooth treasure in your hand?"

"This..." The weather is not very hot, but there are already beads of sweat on Qingmingjun's forehead...

"Senior Nephew Lin, Senior Uncle, I have traveled hundreds of miles to come here tonight just to get an accurate result - and this result can only be known from your mouth right now." Xin Zhuihu raised his eyes. Seeing that Qingming Jun had a puzzled look in his eyes, he simply said bluntly: "Are you wondering why I am in such a hurry? Because I just learned the news - someone with evil intentions is going to steal the tiger's teeth and use them against Nanwei Something bad for the country!"

"Uncle, please forgive me. There is more important news at the moment than the whereabouts of Huya. I wonder if uncle would like to hear it first?" Qingming Jun asked inquiringly.

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

"My master has passed away!" Qingming Jun said with great sadness.

"Ah?" Xin Zhuihu suddenly heard the bad news, and his whole body froze. He couldn't believe it - the news of his senior brother's sudden death was actually true? For a moment, he thought of all the things about his senior brother.

The benefits, as well as those days when the senior brothers got along well with each other...

"The news of Master's death is absolutely true. Iron Falcon came from Shi'ite City last night."

"Shiye City? Was my senior brother... killed by someone there?" Xin Zhuihu suddenly started shouting hysterically, which caught Qingming Jun off guard and startled him.

"It was the purple bat envoy from Shijin Hall who poisoned the master, but the master immediately counterattacked her - and the guy himself was finished at the same time!"

"Purple Bat Envoy? Why did this Purple Bat Envoy poison his senior brother for no reason? Is there someone behind it?"

"The power of the Badong Sect has grown very rapidly in recent years, and it has become so popular - this must have aroused the jealousy and suspicion of some interested people! The leader usually lives in seclusion and has no fight with the world, so it is difficult for those people to find opportunities to kill... This

Once, because he was entrusted by someone to be loyal, he did not hesitate to personally get involved in danger in order to help the little prince, which gave his opponent an opportunity to take advantage of him."

"Little prince? But the posthumous son of the old ruler of Xidi?"

"It was the little prince Hamituo who was living among the people. The leader of the church was invited by Dili Jiang Tuogu to rush to Xidi to establish the Badong Sect. His purpose was to balance the forces of all parties in Xidi, and at the same time, he also wanted to stay in Xidi in the future.

Give Hamito a place to live and settle down."

"What do you mean? Why didn't I understand?"

"My nephew will abide by the sect leader's will. I can only say this much now. Please forgive me, uncle. Some things will gradually surface in the future. By then, you will understand everything." Qingmingjun

He said something from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly seemed to remember something... While he was thinking, he slowly walked to a copper cabinet, tapped a set of passwords with his fingers, and opened two cabinet doors.

Xin Zhuihu was still thinking about the things about Hu Ya, and he said nothing for a while. After a while, Qing Mingjun came over with a simple-looking sword box in his hand, and said slowly and sadly: "Master Xin

Uncle, this is something that Master, the old man, told me during his lifetime that he asked my nephew to give it to you."

"This is...what Senior Brother wants to give me?" Suddenly, a thin layer of water vapor covered Xin Zhuihu's eyes, and he felt that his vision was blurry for a while...

Lord Qingming silently opened the sword box, took out a sword with a dragon-patterned scabbard, and said in a gentle but solemn tone: "Xin Zhuihu, take the sword!"

As soon as these words came out, Xin Zhuihu's body couldn't help but trembled. At this moment, he knew in his heart: This must be the meaning of the eldest brother's will - to accept the position of being in charge of the sect! He immediately knelt down on one knee and raised his hands

Shangtuo accepted the "Dragon Sword" and a book of "Chasing the Wind and Zhuyun Sword Manual" from his senior brother.

Qingming Jun said seriously: "Xin Zhuihu, what are the master's instructions?"

Xin Zhuihu said loudly and respectfully: "Be loyal to the emperor and love the people, promote good and punish evil, carry on the past and forge ahead, and succeed one after another!" What he was "endorsing" at this time was the Qingyuan Qianlong Sect, a secret sword sect that originated from Qinglongyuan in Mangcang Mountain.

"The ancestral training of the master.

Ever since he left Qinglongyuan at the age of sixteen, Xin Zhuihu has been conducting himself according to the instructions of his master, acting chivalrously and righteously, and doing many just things that are beneficial to his family, country and people... which is exactly what he did.

Because he took a fancy to this junior brother's character and responsibility, senior brother Mu Yinlong solemnly confessed before his death: We must find Xin Zhuihu and let him take charge of the Qingyuan Qianlong Sect!

Tonight, since Xin Zhuihu accepted the important task of taking charge of this sword sect, he should rush to Qinglongyuan of Mangcang Mountain as soon as possible to worship all the ancestors and masters. So he immediately bid farewell to his nephew Lin Xi and set off under the moonlight.

In that vast mountain...