After Ling Yun left, song Mu asked people to pay close attention to the trend of Ling Yun. Ling Yun was looking at the scenery everywhere every day. Song Mu told him that he would go to all the places.


    This makes song Mu even more confused about what Ling Yun came to do.


    In fact, there is an old legend that Dayu county was named Dayu county. A long time ago, there was a big lake in Dayu county. There were two big fish in the lake. The fish turned into a woman and fell in love with a man by the lake.


    But there are so many time friars. They take killing demons as their own duty. They don''t ask right or wrong. They just kill them!


    The woman who turned into a big fish can''t escape the eye of killing demons, so she has a story to sing and cry about. Up to now, Haitang Lake in Dayu county is still the favorite place for young men and women in Dayu county and even the whole Liangcheng area. It''s the most beautiful witness of their everlasting love.


    Haitang lake has a wooden house, facing the lake, behind the hill, by the mountain and by the water, the location is excellent.


    There is a small platform built outside the door. You can walk up to the lake and look at it. On the platform, a middle-aged couple nestles up to each other. Sometimes there is laughter. Ling Yun employs a bamboo raft and stands on it alone. With the wind and space, he is wearing a green bamboo raft, green water and green mountains, cutting his wrists.


    That story can be sung in the undying love until death, can cry in the real deep love and really the most sad, not available but willing to pay for her life, willing to die without regret.


    Ling Yun thinks about the story, and his mouth is slightly cocked. Only the love in the story can be so beautiful. Who is willing to hand over the person he loves to others? Don''t say that they, just themselves, will never do such a thing.


    Ling Yun takes off the wine pot and drinks it slowly. In Haitang lake, a scholar in green shirt carries it with one hand. Song Mu sends people to monitor Ling Yun to the meeting. Ling Yun doesn''t make any action. The wine pot is full of light edge. Ling Yun remembers his only sword drawing and forces his eyes quietly. Mr. drunkard wants him to keep sword for three years, so he doesn''t need to draw a sword, But now Ling Yun suddenly realized that he wanted to raise his sword, his intention, his Qi and his potential.


    All roads lead to the same goal. Practicing sword is not only practicing boxing, but also practicing sword.


    He took off the wooden sword and gently put it aside. He leaned back slightly on the bamboo raft until it was 45 degrees. The scholar in Qingshan looked up again and took a sip of wine with a faint smile on his mouth. He had realized that it was time for him to have a good rest after so many days.


    The middle-aged couple on the stage smile, the man said: "why don''t you invite him to have a drink?"


    "What''s good about wine? Let''s have tea. " The woman was a little reproached.


    The middle-aged man said with a smile: "men should eat wine."


    As soon as he had a pain in the soft meat around his waist, he changed his tongue and said, "drink some tea. It''s so beautiful and wonderful."


    The middle-aged man also drove a bamboo raft to Lingyun and said gently, "little brother, why don''t you sit in a despicable family and have a drink?"


    "Good."


    Ling Yun opens his eyes and gets up. He goes to the stage with the middle-aged man. His wife has prepared cakes and tea. After Ling Yun sits down, the middle-aged man asks, "are you Jianxiu?"


    "Not Jian Xiu." Ling Yun said gently, the other party kindly invited him to tea, there is no need to be more suspicious, moreover, the whole Dayu County, in fact, the people of the Song family are hostile to themselves.


    "Modesty." The middle-aged man picked up the tea cup and said, "tea instead of wine."


    There is a daughter-in-law in charge of the family. It''s better to drink instead of tea.


    The middle-aged woman said with a smile, "as soon as he sees a good person, he likes to call his family as a guest and listen to his stories."


    Ling Yun asked, "I like the story of Haitang lake very much."


    "Why?" Asked the middle-aged man.


    Ling Yun said with a smile: "nature is clean, any aesthetic love, will not be mixed with other things, probably between each other, like each other."


    "I''m not old enough to speak," the middle-aged woman said with a gentle smile. "It''s like you''ve been through a lot of wind and frost."


    Ling Yun shrugged helplessly and said in a soft voice, "I''ve only seen a lot of ugliness in people''s minds. Big fish become refined and become human beings. If you can''t do evil, you don''t know good. The monk''s decision of good and evil is the fault of people''s minds."


    "What about the other big fish?" Asked the middle-aged man.


    Ling Yun said with a faint smile: "all my love is like heaven and earth. How can I give it to the people?"


    "It makes sense." The middle-aged man is a little lonely in his eyes. He looks at the woman beside him and holds her hand. The husband and wife look into the distance together. They love me like heaven and earth. How can they give up their hands to them.


    But after all, he let her go, but with his own life, he cut off the demon body of his beloved woman. When he had never experienced all kinds of world, his heart was pure and his love was pure.


    "I think it makes sense, too." Ling Yun sips a cup of tea, and his eyes are immersed in the cake. He chooses a piece of sweet scented osmanthus cake and chews it slowly. Only sweets can solve the bitterness of the world.


    "It seems that you like the story very much."


    Said the middle-aged woman.


    Ling Yun smiles. Such a good story should be left in the hearts of the people. After chatting with the middle-aged couple for a long time, it''s getting dark before Ling Yun plans to leave. He''s full of right and wrong, but he can''t disturb these two people who love peace.


    "If he can see that you are happy now, he must be happy too." Lingyun said when he left.


    The middle-aged man smiles, and the woman looks a little gloomy. But when she turns her face to smile, he will be very happy. He has been there all the time. The wind and rain by Haitang lake are all his.


    After Ling Yun left, he sat in a tavern with an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth. He visited the big fish these days. He saw a lot of scenery and felt better naturally.


    ……


    At Song Jiang''s home, song Mu was so angry that he grabbed the vase beside him and fell to the ground. He said coldly, "did I let you find those people?"


    "When Ling Yun visited those people, he must have asked what he had to do to be so bold and fearless. I told him to cut down the grass and root, but you have to listen!"


    Song Jiang said defiantly.


    Song Mu pointed to Song Jiang''s nose and roared, "do you know that this is a thief shouting to catch a thief! You''re digging your own grave


    "It''s just that you hurt a few Dalits. What do you blame Jiang er for?" Song Jiang''s mother scolded.


    Song Mu breathed out a foul breath and tried to calm himself down, but his tone was still very dissatisfied. "Aunt, you don''t know that Ling Yun is a deep-seated man, and his elder brother is planted in his hands. It can''t be a coincidence!"


    "He settled a group of beggars in the house he bought. He bought the house at a low price and spent the rest of his money on it. Even if he wanted to find out the fault between him and he Zhang, it was impossible! On the contrary, we will pour dirty water on ourselves


    "We haven''t found out. Besides those people, there are still a group of people. He had expected that someone would harm him with this matter. He had been ready for this. Xiaojiang was so rash that he was giving something to Lingyun!"


    Song Mu trembled with anger. The more he thought about it, the more terrible he felt!


    Song Jiang''s mother said with a sneer, "it''s a big deal. If you don''t do it twice, you can kill him directly. Besides, now there are only some people complaining, and there''s no evidence. Just press down."


    "It''s not that simple," Song Mu sighed. "Auntie, you look at Xiaojiang these days. Don''t let him make trouble everywhere."


    "Just a Lingyun, rootless duckweed, what else can I do?" Song Jiang''s mother said coldly, "a few days ago, I heard that you and Ling Yun met in private. Did you mean it?"


    Song Mu squinted, he suddenly calmed down, and some helpless, "aunt, do you doubt me?"


    Song Jiang sneered: "second brother, I''ve caused so much trouble that you can''t be promoted. If it was me, I would have been dissatisfied."


    "Shut up


    Song Jiang''s father roared, "if you want to bring you to justice, why wait until now?"


    "Why then, after Ling Yun met him, I just went to warn those people, and someone would go to er... Song Mu to complain? If there is nothing between them, who will believe it Song Jiang said sarcastically.


    Song Mu calms down completely. He already wants to understand what Ling Yun has done. He doesn''t know the details, but he has done a good job in alienating the feelings between him and Song Jiang brothers. When he came to his home that day, it was not a warning at all, but a signal to him, Song Jiang and his mother that he stood on Ling Yun''s side.


    Song Mu said faintly, "if my aunt still believes me, she will do it according to what I said. If she doesn''t believe me, I will fight for this life and let Xiaojiang live."


    "Who are you scaring?" Song Jiang said coldly, "second brother, you just need to come out to settle the things before."


    "It''s different this time!" Song Mu''s tone improved a bit.


    Song Jiang''s father was about to speak, but she was held by Song Jiang''s mother. She took song Mu and said gently: "Xiao Mu, my aunt''s tone was heavier just now, but caring is chaotic. Your uncle and I are the only child, and we still hope to see him die. You can''t watch Xiao Jiang have an accident."


    There was a trace of silence in Song Mu''s eyes, and he thought of many things in his childhood. At that time, his uncles and aunts were really good to himself and his elder brother. Although good things were still given to Song Jiang, they would not treat them badly. At least they let them live to the present and raised them as adults.


    But I''m not their own child after all.


    "Auntie, Ling Yun is not a stupid person. Even now, things may be in his expectation. I can''t guess what he will think and what he will do next. So don''t let Xiao Jiang go out again these days."


    "There is a Confucian gentleman in Liangcheng. You may not know how valuable the Confucian gentleman''s identity is. If he wants to cut off my official status, he just needs to take a look and report it to the imperial court. However, the process of my Confucian fame is a little troublesome. But when a gentleman interrogates me, I can''t hide from them what I did for my younger brother. I don''t have any fame."


    "Big brother has been caught now. If I am pressed down by him again, uncle and aunt, you can think about what to do in the future."


    Song Mu light said, disappointed? I''m sure I''m disappointed. My mother is so defeated that I don''t know when the disaster is coming. He can only do his best.


    After Song Mu left, Song Jiang said to his mother, "Niang, I can''t believe my second brother. We''ll find a way. Since he''s looking for evidence, I''ll never do it again."


    "Rebellious son!"


    Song Jiang''s father slapped Song Jiang and said coldly, "in the past, no matter how evil you were, your mother stopped me, and your second brother advised me, but you never changed! That''s a real life! What else do you want to do? Is there any royal law in your eyes


    "Dad! Are you going to watch your son go to jail? "


    Song Jiang covered his face. For the first time, he saw his father make such a big living and cried.


    "Listen to your second brother, don''t go out these days!" Song Jiang''s father said coldly.


    ……


    Ling Yun sits in the tavern and knocks his fingers leisurely. He looks at the sky, and his mouth is slightly raised. After paying for the wine, he is holding osmanthus cake in his hand, eating as he walks, and walking towards Song Jiang''s home.