This young man who is as beautiful as a big girl is called Jing Zhaomei, an orphan adopted by Lightning Knife Honghui since he was a child, and his fourth disciple.

Five years ago, for some reason, Jing Zhaomei suddenly left Hongmen, and although Hong Hui sent people everywhere to look for him, he couldn't find his whereabouts.

It was as if his people had suddenly disappeared from the house, and no one knew where he had gone, or what had caused him to leave Hongmen.

Just when everyone was about to forget him, five years later, on such a rainy night in the rivers and lakes, he suddenly came back.

Although Hong Hui felt a little surprised, he didn't understand it, and just muttered: It's windy and rainy outside, come back and come back.

This beautiful young man named Jing Zhaomei put the oil-paper umbrella behind the door, and then, gently lifting the hem of the long shirt, knelt in front of Hong Hui with a puff, and said slowly:

Master, Mei'er used to be ignorant and often made you angry, but now, Mei'er has grown up, and Mei'er has come back to serve your old man.

Hong Hui didn't help him up, but turned around and walked to the window again, looked at the pouring rain outside, washing the tequila grass, and said lightly:

It's another stormy night, another sleepless night, and you're coming back at this time, perhaps, at the wrong time, or just in time.

Jing Zhaomei kowtowed respectfully at him, and said, "Master, I know that you have always disliked me, but after all, I am a disciple of Hongmen, and Hongmen is in trouble, and the disciple should serve him.

Hearing this, Hong Hui's face suddenly changed, the smile on his face also converged, his expression was extremely serious, and then, he turned to look at Jing Zhaomei, and said in a deep voice: You also heard those rumors on the rivers and lakes?

Jing Zhaomei, who is as beautiful as a big girl, said: In the five years since I left Hongmen, although I have not made any shocking reputations, I have not embarrassed my master.

Hong Hui snorted coldly and said, "You get up."

Jing Zhaomei kowtowed respectfully again, and said, "The disciple doesn't dare."

Hong Hui said: Do you want me to personally support you before you are willing to get up?

Jing Zhaomei lifted the hem of his robe and stood up, but his head was always lowered, he stood to the side, and said: Disciple does not dare.

Hong Hui said: You haven't answered my question just now, did you also hear the rumors on the rivers and lakes that the immortal phoenix wants to kill me when you come back this time?

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, took out a piece of paper from her sleeve, held it between her thumb and substance, and then put it on the table, looking at Hong Hui with a serious expression, as if waiting for his reaction.

Then, he sighed slightly, as if he felt a little incredible, and said lightly: This is what I saw on the south wall of the Jianghu Inn when I passed a small town at the foot of the mountain, if the rumors of the rivers and lakes are good, they should all be here.

Hong Hui didn't look at the paper, but pulled over a chair and sat down suddenly, picked up the tea bowl on the table, took a sip of the water that had been cold for a long time, and suddenly changed the topic, staring at Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

Then, he suddenly smiled, put down the tea bowl, and said slowly: Mei'er, although I don't know where you have been in the past five years since you left Hongmen, I know that you have known a lot of people.

So, how much do you know about the person called the Immortal Phoenix Lan Yutang, what kind of person do you think he is, and is it really as terrifying as the rumors?

On the right hand side of this hall, not far from the table where Hong Hui was sitting, there was an antique piano.

The green jade body is the string, and the green silk is the string.

Perhaps, because it has not been used for a long time, it is gently covered with a piece of transparent blue yarn.

The blue and green colors make the guqin look more quaint and chic.

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, did not answer Hong Hui's question directly, but suddenly got up, walked to the side of the guqin, and plucked the strings of the green silk a few times.

There were a few crisp Ding Dong sounds, like rain hitting plantains.

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, immediately put her hand on the strings, cut off the tinkling sounds, sighed softly, and said, "Master, how long has this piano not been used?"

Hong Hui looked at him and was suddenly stunned, the expression on his face was very strange, as if he hadn't figured out the true meaning of his words for a while.

Although he felt a little strange, he still replied: "I haven't used it since Liu Er left me after you.

Jing Zhaomei seemed to be a little surprised, and said: Senior sister really left Hongmen?

Hong Hui took out a silk handkerchief, wiped his hands, and said slowly: A year ago, Liu Er left Hongmen quietly, no one knew where she went, and no one knew what she left Hongmen for.

It's like five years when you left Hongmen. Could it be that this is God's punishment for my Honghui, dooming me Honghui to be lonely all my life, and all my relatives will leave me one by one?

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, did not speak, because he knew that the master's words were not finished.

As a disciple, he couldn't easily interrupt Master's words, so he glared at Master and continued.

Hong Hui continued: Everyone up and down the Hongmen knows that this is Liu Er's beloved thing, so no one dares to touch it, and even only I dare to wipe the dust that falls on it.

Every time I look at it, I can't help but think of the way Liu Er played the piano before, this girl doesn't know where she went, she has been playing outside for so long, she should come back, right?

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, walked to the window, stood in the position where Hong Hui was standing just now, looked at the dripping rain outside the window, and suddenly said a very strange thing, saying, Master, do you know where all this rain comes from?

In fact, since this beautiful Jing Zhaomei walked into this hall, Hong Hui found that the Jing Zhaomei standing in front of him now was different from the Jing Zhaomei who left five years ago.

Whether it is his appearance, the tone of his speech, or even the compelling momentum he exudes when he walks, it seems that he has changed as a person.

Although he knew that this person was indeed Jing Zhaomei, not made up by others, but he didn't expect him to suddenly say such a sentence that had nothing to do with the topic just now.

But he still replied, "The rain comes from heaven."

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, agreed with Hong Hui's answer, but still disagreed, just sighed slightly, and said slowly:

Clouds are formed from clouds in the sky, and clouds are formed from rain that falls on the earth.

The heavens and earth, the birds, fish, insects and beasts in this world, just like the clouds turn into rain, and the rain turns into clouds, is a cyclical and never-ending process.

No matter how psychedelic and poignant the clouds in the sky may seem to us, they are ultimately made of rain, because for him, rain is their biological parent.

In order to return to the bosom of their parents again, they gave up the beautiful aura that shrouded the clouds, and returned to the earth again to become rain, just like people.

Parents give birth to their children, and then, when the children grow up, no matter how bright the halo is on them, they still have to find ways to repay their parents.

Hong Hui seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand.

He looked at Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, and said, "Mei'er, do you mean that the reason why Liu Er wants to leave Hongmen is for me?"