Luo Guan paused for a moment, then turned to look at Song Yang: "Do you want to know why my master and apprentice turned against each other?"
Song Yang asked back: "Are you willing to tell me?"
In response to this, Luo Guan just shook his head, smiled, and responded: "Grandmasters are also human beings." Grandmasters are also human beings. If there is something that has been stuck in my heart for too long, if there is a chance, I would like to get it out quickly.
When Luo Guan was still a baby, he worshiped Chen Hui. He was very good-looking, talented, and lovable in appearance. Chen Hui loved him deeply. He not only regarded him as his successor, but also regarded him as his only one when Luo Guan grew up.
The daughter may have been rationed to him.
Hearing this, Song Yang was slightly surprised: "Chen Hui also has a daughter? So, he also has a wife?"
"My wife passed away young, and my sister and I grew up together. We were childhood sweethearts. Later, she became my wife. I was very happy, and she was the same at that time." Luo Guan smiled.
After getting married, Luo Guan left the army, and Chen Hui no longer had any worries, so he wandered around the Qingshan Mountains to escape the world. Luo Guan then brought his junior sister to Yandu, and he was immediately reused due to his ability. Everything was fine.
If Zeng Hongxing hadn't cheated... I couldn't tell whether it was from embarrassment or grief. Luo Guan stretched out his finger and poked his forehead hard: "I am the master! If there is anything wrong at home or with the people around me, how can you hide it from me?
What? There was bound to be a big quarrel... I left in anger that night and found a place to write a letter of divorce. I planned to throw it in her face the next day. It was her fault first. Master would only punish her and would not say anything about me.
.But I forgot about my junior sister’s temperament at that time.”
Song Yang's lips moved, but in the end no sound came out.
But Luo Guan understood what he meant and shook his head: "You guessed wrong. She didn't commit suicide. She had a very domineering temperament. How could she commit suicide? The next day, when I entered the door, an arrow was shot in the head and shot in the back.
Then there was a flash of sword light, she found a concubine...and that man together to ambush me."
Song Yang let out a low cry.
Luo Guan was unmoved and his tone remained calm: "Junior sister's skills are only slightly worse than mine, and that man is not mediocre either. After I fight back with all my strength, I can no longer control life and death. After a fierce battle, I am the only one left alive.
Come down... In fact, I still can't tell whether I deliberately wanted to kill my junior sister. She was the only daughter of the master. She had been raised under his care since she was a child. Her life was more important than the master's own life and death. Now
Understand? This is where the hatred between me and Master comes from."
When Chen Hui heard the news of his daughter's death, he checked the injuries again and found that the injuries were caused by the skills inherited from his sect. He still didn't know who the murderer was. Luo Guan's whereabouts had long been unknown, and he searched hard to no avail. The red sleeves in Song Yang's hands,
The sword that once belonged to Chen Hui's daughter was taken back by Chen Hui after her death. This sword would never be given away, but the Grand Master's memory was blurred and he was almost dumbfounded... And when Luo Guan saw Song Yang holding the red sleeves
, and immediately regarded him as someone who came for revenge.
Song Yang frowned: "Does Chen Hui know what happened? This incident is not your fault."
Luo Guan smiled: "Why do you want to tell him the truth? Do you want to force him to say, 'You killed my daughter well'; or do you want him to know that his baby is unclean and cruel, forcing him to be ashamed? What's more,
Even if he knows the truth, will he not take revenge?"
"You don't understand Master's temper. He will take revenge in the same way. The only difference is: he doesn't know the truth and only has hatred. He will cry loudly after killing me. He knows the truth and knows that I don't deserve to die.
After killing me, he would kill himself again to pay for my life... Tell him, how can I tell him what happened?"
"Besides, am I not wrong? I know my junior sister's temperament best. I should have thought that my adultery would be exposed a long time ago. In order to escape my father's punishment, she would ambush me. I shouldn't have gone back. I had already written a divorce.
After reading the book, it’s just a matter of finding someone to send it to her... In the final analysis, I still killed Master’s only relative, so it’s natural for him to seek revenge from me, so all I can do is hide.”
"After so many years, things have become clear to me, but there is only one thing I can't let go of: the person closest to Master died in my hands. Everything Luo Guan had was given to him by his old man, but I ruined it.
He lost everything he owned and was so tired that he couldn't laugh for half his life." As he said that, Luo Guan raised his eyes and looked at Song Yang: "Occasionally when I'm drunk, I will have random thoughts. If I had died like that in the hands of my junior sister... I might not have died.
It’s a bad thing.”
A father will never feel bad about his daughter.
His only daughter died in the hands of the heir who carefully cultivated him. Chen Hui was bent on revenge, but in his later years, he could not notice that his memory was gradually fading. He could not find Luo Guan, and he could not force him out. Fortunately, the Yan State held a first-class competition
, the Grand Master guessed that his disciple would fight on behalf of Dayan, and this was his last chance for revenge... But he still failed to persist to the end. While he was still in Phoenix City, his brain disease began to worsen.
Just looking at Chen Hui, he was very pitiful; but what about Luo Guan?
The only hateful thing is Chen Hui's daughter, who deserves to die. But if this vicious woman can survive, she can gain peace between master and disciple.
Song Yang didn't know what to say, and he really couldn't talk about this matter.
And Luo Guan didn't need him to speak. After recounting the past, he asked him: "Do you think, if I go back to visit Master, will he recognize me?"
Unless master and disciple truly meet, there will be no answer. Although Chen Hui has lost his memory, no one can guarantee whether he will suddenly think of something when he first meets the enemy who has been unforgettable for the rest of his life.
Seeing Songyang's hesitation, Luo Guan roughly understood. He didn't pursue anything for the time being and changed the topic: "I just heard you say that the reason for your relationship with him is 'Butterfly Blue'. How do you know this person?"
Medicinal materials?”
Mentioning this matter, Song Yang perked up and immediately showed concern: "This prescription was prescribed by my uncle for Chen Hui. The two of them should be old acquaintances. You have followed Chen Hui since you were a child. You know...
"
Unexpectedly, before Song Yang could ask the question he was most concerned about, Luo Guan frowned: "How is that possible? I know the miracle doctor friend he mentioned. She is a woman. How could she be your uncle?"
"Ah?" Song Yang was stunned. Of course his uncle was not a woman. He soon came to his senses and continued to ask: "Chen Hui's friend who is a miracle doctor... do you know where she is?"
The matter is quite different from Song Yang's original guess, but 'Butterfly Blue' is clearly a strange medicine unknown to the world. From this, it is not difficult to go one step further: there is an extra one in the middle. Maybe You Li doesn't recognize it.
Chen Hui, but these two old monsters must both recognize the same person, that 'miraculous doctor friend'.
What made Song Yang really overjoyed was that Luo Guan nodded steadily to his question: "I know, but she never has contact with outsiders. If you want to see her... I will send a message for you, and if she agrees, we can meet her.
"
Song Yang jumped up from the ground, so excited that even his voice couldn't help but tremble, and said incoherently: "Please, please be sure to convey that my uncle's name is You Li, but it may be a pseudonym, but it doesn't matter, he looks very good.
You know, he’s as thin as a bamboo pole, he doesn’t get enough sleep and always has two dark bags under his eyes, and he’s born with a bad temper..."
In one breath, Song Yang told all the characteristics about You Li that he could think of. Then, if it was not enough, he gave a few more serious instructions, and finally said to Luo Guan: "Please be sure to tell that senior that I will do it anyway."
I want to see her. Thank you, senior."
After saying that, he was about to give a big gift. Luo Guan waved his hand to support him and smiled: "If you can't stand still, don't think about giving him a gift. I will definitely bring you the message. As for whether you see her or not, you have to see her."
Already."
Song Yang thanked him seriously. After that, the two chatted for a while, and they couldn't help but mention the 'Yipin League'. Just as Song Yang had previously expected, Luo Guan would represent Dayan in the battle. What Su Hang said was true, the Yipin League would definitely be postponed for a few months.
, but Luo Guan never asked why it was postponed, so he didn’t know the reason.
Unconsciously, it was dawn, Luo Guan hired a car for Song Yang and took him back to the post house, and the two parted ways.
Song Yang's injury was neither minor nor serious. He himself was proficient in pharmacology, so recuperating his injuries was not a big deal. After returning to the post house, he wrote a prescription and asked the servants to help him prepare the medicine. He then boiled it and drank it himself. He rested for a while and regained his energy.
After lunch he went out again.
Walking onto the street this time, Song Yang realized that his bald head was really conspicuous. Passers-by always looked at him with a smile. Song Yang thought to himself that Shi Xiaoxiao still wore monk clothes after returning to secular life, maybe it was not just because of habit... Bald head matching
Ordinary clothes are indeed not very presentable.
But if he were to wear a monk's robe now, it would be even more shocking, because the place he went to was the largest gathering place for hookers in the world.
Although it is still afternoon, in the words of the previous life, Fengyuefang is already a "commercial district". It is still lively at this moment, but not many flower buildings are open, and Luoshuang Pavilion is no exception. The little girl Ye Feifei is not there, and Song Yang is hesitant.
Do you want to go in? Unexpectedly, the people inside have already seen him. Ye Feifei leaned half out of the window and greeted him: "Come on... Huh?"
No matter how indifferent and calm she usually is, she is still a teenage girl after all, and she will always have a lively mind. Suddenly seeing Song Yang turn into a bad bald head, Ye Feifei couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Come up here."
Li Mingji was not in the building. She looked like the most humble maid who greeted the door, but she was actually the person in charge of the building. When they met, Ye Feifei had returned to his usual indifference. He didn't even say hello and kept walking with Song Yang.
He reached the room at the end of the corridor and pointed: "It's right here."
Tan Guide.
Song Yang was somewhat surprised: "I thought he would be hidden in a secret room or something." Ye Feifei responded without any expression: "If Yan Bing knew he was here, could he be hidden in the secret room?"
Song Yang chuckled, said no more, and walked to the bed.
In the past, he was a famous general who shocked the barbarians and commanded thousands of troops in decisive battles... Eighteen years ago, before the centenary banquet, he was led by Prime Minister Fu to look at him. If he thought about it carefully, Song Yang could even
I remember that my footsteps were jumping and my laughter was loud...but now I am just a living dead!
He was skinny and skinny, and no matter how careful he was in bed for many years, his muscles would inevitably atrophy. The old man was stooped, his complexion was dull, and his mouth was half-open. If you looked closer, you could smell the stench from his breath, and he would occasionally open his mouth.
His eyes were cloudy and scattered. He didn't know what he wanted to see, and he didn't know if he could still see it.
Song Yang sighed, took out the medicines, needles, stones and other practical things he brought with him, arranged them, reached out to take the old handsome man's wrist, and began to diagnose the disease.