Chapter 25 end

After that, it will be many years, twenty years, or thirty years, Shen Xuan himself can't remember clearly.Time passed slowly, and the Pianpian boy was inadvertently stained with frost on his temples by a lake of autumn water. At the beginning of parting, he thought she was dead.He hid the token left by her in his sleeve and played with it from time to time until even the handwriting was blurred in the end.If it wasn't for Wu Jianzhi's entrustment, he might really not be able to survive. Later, it was Yingying who told him that when she was in great grief, she threw herself into the lake to seek death, but was rescued by a fisherman and sent back to Sanzui Palace, unconscious.At that time, Yingying took care of two patients by herself, and she woke up first in the end.

At that time, he was in a coma, and she stood by the bed all night, before leaving quietly at dawn, she left her last words to Yingying: "I was originally a weak orphan girl, and I couldn't bear such a heavy past... If you love him, you will never see him again." I don't know if it was the influence of Yingying's words, or time changed everything, but after that, he no longer misses it deeply, thinks about it day and night, no longer resents fate for tricking people, stumbling with grievances... Shen Xuan has no interest in the affairs of the Jianghu, and has no intention of expanding the legacy left by his ancestors.After that accident, Ye Qingchen went to the north and never came back.So he no longer has close friends, he just rocks the boat every day, going back and forth on both sides of the four rivers of Dongting Lake, seeing doctors and treating the fishermen in the four villages.Even so, no one in the Jianghu dared to underestimate this seemingly dilapidated Sanzui Palace.We all know that Shen Xuan is not only a master of martial arts, but also a genius doctor with skillful hands and a benevolent heart, everyone should beg him.

So, twenty years later, the Tiantai, Jinghu, Nanhai, and Wuyi clans gradually declined, the Beggars' Clan and the Lushan faction were still standing, and the newly-emerged Yuantian Pavilion in the Jiangxiang area dominated the rivers and lakes, and no one dared not obey orders.But a person's three drunk palaces will always be a force that cannot be ignored. Later, Shen Xuan also accepted apprentices.His eldest disciple Zhuo Huanzhi and his adopted daughter Xiao Xie both achieved great successes and became famous in the world; their knowledge of medicine was also inherited by others.Ji Rulan had already left the Great Wall.

Yingying sent her young daughter Chen Yuan to her uncle.Although the girl is weak, she has mastered rejuvenation kung fu, even Doctor Mo of Yuantian Pavilion admires her.Chen Yuan later married Ouyang Mijian, the master of the Yuantian Pavilion, and she was considered the child with the best home in the Dongting Gate. It's just that Xiao Xie is always wandering and helpless.When Shen Xuan traveled to Fujian, he rescued and raised her from the bloody sea of ​​extermination and massacre. She studied and practiced martial arts, all according to the Shen family's family rules, no different from her own daughter.When Xiao Xie was fifteen, Shen Xuan saw how similar her actions and demeanor were to the little demon girl Jiang Lingqian back then, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion, fearing that she would suffer the same fate as Li'er.So he sent her to Mount Lushan to learn the rules from the well-known and upright senior heroines.Unexpectedly, what should happen will always happen. As soon as Xiao Xie entered the rivers and lakes, he found out about his own life at the age of eighteen, and he could not be purely happy ever since.

After years of wandering, she gained fame and became one of the famous swordsmen of the Lushan School, but she encountered ups and downs and never married.Shen Xuan was already old at this time, and was anxious for her, but could not be forced to.Under the urging, she laughed instead, saying that Xiao Xie would accompany her adoptive father for the rest of her life and see him to his death. At this time Shen Xuan was already old, the so-called lifetime did not have much time left.Looking at Xiao Xie's loneliness, recalling when he was a teenager, somehow he seemed to hear that person whispering in his ear: "Never see each other again." With such determination, there was no pain left behind.

In the early spring of this year, Xiao Xie came back from visiting friends in Jiangxiang, and brought back the letter from the master of the Yuantian Pavilion, but it was Ouyang Mijian who wanted to be a matchmaker for Xiao Xie.Shen Xuan thought in her heart, this girl is finally settled. "That man lives in Tiantai Mountain." Xiao Xie said shyly, "His master is also an old friend of his adoptive father." Shen Xuan's heart was shocked. From Shanxi River to Tiantai, on the post road that stretches for hundreds of miles, two white horses come floating in the air.Xiao Xie didn't ask too many questions, but carefully followed behind her adoptive father, watching him walk slowly as if he was sleepwalking in the long river of time.

This road is so clear in memory, mist, pines, mountain flowers, thin stones, and clear streams are full of bright red peach blossoms. "Chicheng Mountain Dwelling" has become a real ruin, and the legends of the Tiantai School and Chicheng old monsters have gradually been forgotten.The uplifted loess at the foot of the mountain is looming in the desolate wild grass.There is a stone tablet on the grave, and the body of the tablet is cracked, but a line of inscription can still be recognized: "Tomb of Jiang Tingsong in Tiantai." They made an appointment to meet at the Chicheng Mountain Residence, but the man didn't show up for a long time.Xiao Xie was a little annoyed, and asked her adoptive father to rest for a while, "I'll go and catch this fool." Shen Xuan looked at her with a smile.Waited for a while, but did not come back.Feeling cold, he got up and continued to move forward.

He was walking along the mountain road with his horse, his heart was full of confusion, and he didn't know where to go.I didn't know how far I walked aimlessly like this. The setting sun gradually sank into the dark abyss in the distance, and the air in the mountains became cold.Turning around in the path, I suddenly heard the voiceless sound of the flute not far away.When Shen Xuan raised his eyes to look, it turned out that opposite the stream was a farmyard, the thatched huts with bamboo fences were quiet, and beside the river outside the courtyard, there was a tree of green peaches swaying, and a small waterside pavilion under the flowers, someone was playing the flute.

He froze for a moment.He wanted to see if her hair had turned white, and if she was so haggard.She said "never see each other".He also wanted to "never meet again".This step is very short, but it is like being separated by clouds. Thousands of mountains and rivers have been passed in the middle, and it is impossible to return to the starting point safely.This is not true.Xingying, the thin and homely woman opposite, is the greatest beauty in his life for him, no matter in the past, present or future... "Hai Ke talks about Yingzhou, Yantao is faint and letter is hard to find. The more people talk about Tianmao, the clouds can be seen or faded..."

In the sound of her flute, he suddenly thought of an idea: "Read this poem silently, once." He said to himself, "Just one time. If she happens to turn around, go over and say hello to her. If not, I will leave Open, never come back..." "I want to dream Wuyue because of it, and fly across the mirror lake and moon overnight. The lake moon shines on my shadow and sends me to Shanxi..." If she turns back.What would he say to her?To say that he has never forgotten, or that he has long since forgotten?Can he really make it clear? "Thousands of rocks and myriad gully roads are uncertain, and the fascinated flowers are leaning against the stones and suddenly it is dark. Bears roar and dragons sing Yinyan springs, chestnuts are deep and forests are startling on the top of the layer. Clouds are green and green, like rain, water is thin, and there is smoke..."

There was a three-year separation, and his longing was unstoppable like a tide, destroying his life.The reunion later turned out to be so short and cruel, without having time to explain anything clearly, and they were separated forever like this. The hole flute is lingering. "The Qingming is vast and mighty bottomless, the sun and the moon shine on the Jinyintai. The clothes are made of clothes, the wind is a horse, and the lord of clouds comes and falls one after another..." Maybe nothing needs to be said.For such a long time, all words have become powerless.To know is to know, and it is useless to say that one does not know—that is just each one's own loneliness. "Suddenly the soul is palpitating with the soul, and I am startled and sighed. I only feel the pillow of time, and the haze of the past..." If you don't say anything, why bother to see you again.He just needs to know that he never forgets. "The same is true for carpe diem in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastward..." What else could he expect?In the past, I only felt the pain of love, but now if we join hands again, will it be as light as a feather?It's better to go back, it's better to go back. "When will you return, don't you go, and put the white deer among the green cliffs, and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as you have to go..." This life is almost over, so there is nothing wrong with it.Therefore, she will never know that one day, in Fengxiaoge, he passed by, looked at each other across the water, and returned disappointed. "...makes me unhappy." She didn't look back after all.My heavy heart suddenly lightened, let's go.He felt a little cold on his face, but it was just a peach petal blown by the wind. let's go.He slowly climbed onto the horse's back, feeling that his muscles and bones were sore from standing for a while.Really old, old. "Master!" A voiceless voice suddenly sounded from behind, cutting through the empty and quiet valley. "You are here!" He was taken aback and slipped off his horse. Before he could stand still, he unconsciously looked towards the other side of the river. The sound of the flute stopped.A gust of wind blew, and the peach blossoms fell to the ground again.