Chapter 30 third quarter

The plain wax is shaking red, and the lights and shadows are dimming. There were dots of dark red in the copper basin, and two children in sackcloth and mourning slumped under the altar table and took a nap, sleeping on all fours.At this time, only Ouyang Xuan, the late owner of Yuantian Pavilion, was alone in the mourning hall, enjoying the tranquility of the cool night.The mahogany coffin is as clean as a mirror, shining leisurely under the lamp.Fingers slide over it slowly, the coffin seems to be warm, as moist as jade. Ouyang Mijian couldn't cry. The shadow of his father in his mind is so indifferent.The last time I saw him was the last time I went home when I was sixteen.Father's body is getting worse day by day.The pavilion master of Yuantian Pavilion, in his heyday, has aged so fast, he hardly looks like a person with great martial arts skills.He was an only son, and he knew at that time that he could not bear to part with his father.But his father drove him away, and drove him to the deserted snow-capped mountains outside the pass.It was too late when I received my uncle's letter, and it was too late to come back to see him for the last time.I don't know if my father regretted it or not.It wasn't easy, my father dragged his sickly body and managed to hold on for eight years.In the past eight years, Ouyang Mijian, the young master of Yuantian Pavilion, spent his youthful years alone on the top of Tianshan Mountain and by the ice lake, slowly turning himself into another secret master from Tianshan School.Although Yuantian Pavilion and Tianshan School have a long history, it is not an easy task to ask the head of Tianshan to accept disciples.Zen Master Huiming was a monk after all, he felt that Yuantian Pavilion's killing karma was too heavy.In order to obtain Huiming's consent, his father did not hesitate to swear to seal the sword for ten years, and after ten years, he would ask Jianghu again.

Who would have thought that the ten-year period has not yet expired, and the father has already left.The "Winds Ming Nine Heavens" sword, which is as cold as autumn water, is the symbol of the master of Yuantian Pavilion.Now that the dust is sealed under the plaque in the Guangfeng Jiyue Hall of Yuantian Pavilion, who will open it? "Looking for a sword, my son." After so many years, the father's solemn voice seemed to still ring in his ears, "You must learn Kungfu hard, learn the best Kungfu in the world, and do something great in the future." Right now, no one in Jianghu knows the name Ouyang Mijian.They will soon know that the Yuantian Pavilion, which has been astonishing to the south of the world for seventy years, has a young pavilion owner with amazing talents.The name Ouyang Mijian, like Ouyang Yunhai and Ouyang Xuan, made them deaf and shocked.Father Quanxia knew, so he must rest in peace.

But even after thinking of this step, Ouyang Mijian was still not at all relieved.In those brittle yellow dusty memories, there always seems to be something gloomy, something flashing in the light, cruel and stubborn, entangled with the original thoughts, he was finally attracted by those things unknowingly, and his thoughts ran away Problems, drifting farther and farther, out of control. Yes, he didn't know who his biological mother was, never knew.In Yuantian Pavilion, no one has ever mentioned it.As an only son, he was indeed brought up by the wife of Pavilion Master Yuantian, but that was only his stepmother.It seemed that the entire Yuantian Pavilion kept secret about his biological mother.I don't know how old he was, but he didn't dare to ask his father this question again.The years have been dusty, and now I can no longer ask.

Eight years ago, my father wrapped "The Wind Ming Jiuxiao" with layers of oilcloth.A smile actually slipped across his face? At that moment Ouyang Mijian almost thought that his father didn't want to hold a sword anymore. But that emotion is fleeting. "Liu'er, what's the matter with you?" Ouyang Mijian said coldly. The green skirt, as light as catkins, slipped in, as bright as the smile on the maid's face. "I heard that the young master is back, so I wanted to put a few flowers in the young master's room. It's just that the frost has just passed, and most of the hibiscus has withered..." Even so, the flowers in Jiang Liu'er's hands are still beautiful. Exquisite and delicate. "My lord, Liu'er hasn't seen you for a long time."

"They still send you to serve me?" Jiang Liu'er shook her head slightly: "No. My aunt said...my father is the manager, so she wants to keep me by her side." "That's fine." Ouyang Mijian sneered. Jiang Liu'er suddenly raised her head, her eyes widened, as if she didn't believe it: "But son, you——your own thoughts!" "presumptuous." Ouyang Mijian's distant gaze suddenly came back, and fell on the green-clothed maid.Liu'er lowered her head, not daring to look at him anymore, faint waves of light flickered under her thick eyelashes.Just for a moment, the bouquet of white hibiscus flowers slid down the green skirt and scattered on the floor.Ouyang didn't kiss the green-clothed maid, but approached closely, clutching a pair of catkins, as if almost wringing out drops of red blood.

"My son..." Ouyang Mijian let go of his hand suddenly.Unexpectedly, Liu'er fell to the ground and was about to yell when she saw Ouyang Mijian's eyes as cold as lake water after frost. "Tell me, who is she?" Liu'er's big eyes were full of fear: "I don't understand what you mean..." "Don't understand? You're lying!" Ouyang Mijian said loudly, "You're clearly lying, hahahahaha..." Seeing his contorted face laughing wildly, a tear could not help sliding down the maid's cheek. "Don't you like me, don't you want to be my wife?" Ouyang Mijian said while moving slightly closer to Liu'er, "Jiang Liu'er is so clever, you would never think of asking about my life experience? You didn't think What is the origin of your son? You must know more about me than me, right? "

"I really don't know...I'm just a servant." Liu'er's face was pale, and her eyes were full of despair. For a while, both of them fell silent.Only the glass lamp was left, like a bean lamp, in the half-light and half-darkness, I could see the two bleak faces. After a while, Ouyang Mijian suddenly smiled again: "Even if you don't know, your father, who is smarter than a fox, should know who my mother is, right?" Surprised, Liu Er turned around and saw a black shadow appearing at some unknown time on the threshold. "Dad, you—" Ouyang Mijian didn't look back.

"My lord, what do you think is going on..." Jiang Siyuan, the manager, sighed slightly, shaking off a thing in his sleeve. Liu'er saw that it was a painting, with light ink and light brushstrokes, not very clear in the light. "My lord, that's you—" Liu Er said lightly. Ouyang Mijian turned his head and turned pale with shock. "Thank you girl—" When Xiao Xie heard this title, she looked at Ouyang Mijian in a daze. "My surname is not Xie." "Your surname is not Xie?" Ouyang Mijian was stunned, Yanzi Xiaoxie, could it be that Xiaoxie is just her name? "Then what's your last name?"

Xiao Xie smiled: "I don't know. I'm an orphan, raised by my adoptive father, and I don't know what my original surname is." Seeing her relaxed appearance, it seems that the prison disaster didn't affect her mood at all.Her hands and feet were bound with hemp rope, and she curled up in the corner with a smiling face.In fact, with Yanzi Xiaoxie's otherworldly martial arts, a few hemp ropes, and an ordinary dungeon, there may not be any way to get her.These thugs in Yuantian Pavilion are too careless, they don't look like everyone who has been around for decades.

"Hee hee, I knew you were coming back to find me." Xiao Xie said with a smile. Ouyang Mijian remained silent, and gently unfolded the scroll of painting.In the painting, a tall tree is shaped like a poplar with white patterns on it, and its flowers are as big as a pot and shaped like a white lotus. "This is a magnolia tree." Ouyang Mijian said softly. When Xiao Xie saw the painting, he couldn't help changing his solemn face: "So you recognize it too." It's just that under the tree there is a young swordsman in a green shirt, holding a fallen flower, with a very lonely expression.Looking at his facial features and stature, Kan Kan is no different from Ouyang Mijian.There is also a poem inscribed on the painting: "The wave of Dongting is cold and the dawn invades the clouds, sailing every day to send off people in the distance. I have seen it from the Mulan boat several times, but I don't know that it is the flower body."

The ink color is light and the brushwork is delicate, but it looks like a woman's handwriting. "This painting is related to my life experience, and I'm looking into it." Xiao Xie said, "So, after I saw you, I spared no effort to track it down. Do you understand?" "But the person in this painting is not me." Ouyang Mijian said lightly. Judging by the age of the silk, it is at least a relic from more than ten years ago.Xiao Xie nodded slightly: "So, I am also very strange. That person is yours..." The two looked at each other, but neither could speak. "The water is gone—the water is gone—" There was a sudden commotion outside, followed by the sound of kicking footsteps. Ouyang Mijian listened for a while, and said in surprise: "It's too bad." He walked away. "Don't let me go?" Xiao Xie hurriedly asked. "It's not like you can't walk by yourself." Ouyang Mijian had disappeared at the end of the corridor. "you--"