Chapter 11 Chapter Four

If one day, the girl I like disappears, even if I turn the whole rivers and lakes upside down, I will find her out. Hmm... Then tell me, will she be in Bi Luo, or Huang Quan? Naturally, it is in Biluo, and fairies will not go to Huangquan. On the official road outside Quanzhou, several horses galloped forward, and the horseshoes knocked empty echoes in the twilight suburbs. Above the ancient city, a crescent moon quietly evokes the sky full of frost, looking down on the earth. The first person, with long hair in scarlet clothes, is a woman.She took the lead in reining in the horse at the edge of the long pavilion outside the city gate, and looked up at the dim lights in the city.The evening wind lifted the light veil on her face. Behind the veil, although her eyes were clear and indifferent, they were slightly tired.

In the past four days, they have been running non-stop all the way, from Hangzhou to Quanzhou via Yandang, and subdued some small sects along the way. When they arrived outside Quanzhou city at dusk, everyone was already a little tired. However, looking at the empty long pavilion beside the official road outside the city, everyone's eyes were slightly startled—no one... No one came to greet him? The woman in scarlet clothes reined in her horse outside the city, and glanced at the accompanying people.One of the middle-aged men understood, raised his hand, and a small arrow in his sleeve shot up into the sky, shooting straight into the night sky, and detonated at a very high place, blooming a strange blue chrysanthemum.

The light is fleeting. The group of people stopped talking, and they stationed horses and waited outside the city gate together. After a stick of incense, the sky was almost completely dark, and the city gate was about to close. However, a group of waiting people looked into the city, and there was still no movement on the official road. "Why didn't Protector Bi Luo come?" Finally, some of the accompanying people couldn't help but uttered a voice, very dissatisfied, "He was clearly notified in advance that Miss Jing would come to Quanzhou, but now she didn't rush over when she saw Lan Huo Ling. The shelf is huge."

The woman in scarlet groaned, but did not answer, but gave the talkative subordinate a sharp look, telling him to shut up immediately. "It's getting late, let's go to the city first." Ah Jing sighed softly, imperceptibly, and ordered his subordinates. Everyone continued on their way in silence, however, everyone was shocked and doubtful in their hearts - Ting Xuelou's subordinates, even the Four Protectors, who did not come to have an audience immediately after seeing the Lan Huo Order, would be regarded as What a disrespectful act! Moreover, Tingxuelou had just quelled the rebellion of the second owner Gao Mengfei half a year ago. One of the four protectors, Biluo, as a direct subordinate of the second owner, could continue to be retained by the second owner after the rebellion. What he should do should be more careful—but isn't his current behavior just the way to bring disaster?

However, Miss Jing, who has always been stern and unforgiving, does not have the slightest sharp light in her eyes. Instead, he seemed to have expected something, and his expression was a little sad. "Meet Miss Jing!" It was already midnight when I found the newly established branch of Tingxuelou in Quanzhou.A group of people came down from their horses in a hurry. The guard of the Quanzhou sub-building listened to the disciple of Xuelou blurted out a call in surprise, and immediately leaned down to salute, and at the same time told with a little panic: "Miss Jing, sit down, subordinate... subordinate immediately!" Go and inform Biluo Protector!"

This time, under the leadership of Protector Biluo, Tingxuelou finally captured the Huanhua Palace in Quanzhou after more than a month of hard work, and established a forward stronghold for dealing with the Moon Worship Sect in Central Yunnan in the future. The woman in scarlet clothes glanced at her subordinates indifferently, and waved her hands: "No need, I'll go in and look for him by myself... You guys just captured the Huanhua Palace, and you're tired enough, now it's time to rest." While she was talking, she had already walked into the courtyard first, leaving the people in the sub-floor looking at each other in dismay.

The people from Luoyang who were following behind were silent, but everyone thought so in their hearts.Looking at Miss Jing's expressionless face, a cold sweat broke out in her heart. ——It seems that Biluo didn't inform anyone in advance that Miss Jing was coming to Quanzhou. ——The female lord who is second only to the landlord in the building seems to be of no importance to him at all. ——It's really courageous... Even the landlord Xiao, he is in awe of Miss Jing. Entering the side room, everyone finally knew the reason why Protector Biluo didn't come to greet him. Opening the closed door, the strong smell of alcohol rushed towards them, and seeing the scene in the room, all the disciples of Tingxuelou were shocked, secretly thinking that this time Guardian Biluo would not be able to escape punishment.Even the woman in scarlet clothes who had been keeping her composure couldn't help frowning when she saw the man who was drunk on the table full of wine bottles.

There were at least thirty or forty empty bottles lying on the table, and the wine juice flowed all over the table, while the man in green just fell asleep on the filthy table, unaware of the group of people approaching him. "Guardian Biluo!" Seeing Miss Jing standing aside expressionlessly, someone in the entourage finally lost his temper and shouted, "Miss Jing is here, hurry up and wake up!" In the newly established Quanzhou branch building , and some disciples quietly stepped forward and pushed the intoxicated man: "Guardian... wake up quickly! Miss Jing is here!"

However, the drunk man in Tsing Yi still collapsed on the table motionless.His arms were resting on the edge of the table, his hands were hanging down unconsciously, his fingers were covered with scars for some reason. The woman in scarlet clothes followed his bleeding fingertips and saw the guqin that had fallen under the table. The qin is a good qin, with paulownia ice strings and black lacquer plum blossoms, but it is a pity that it is broken.The seven strings were even more severed. Inside the broken body of the qin, Ah Jing even saw the hidden compartment exposed under the body of the qin—in the dark compartment, the blue scabbard of the rare and famous sword "Fish Intestine" shone with a faint luster.

Did you even smash the harp and sword?Bi Luo... Ah Jing sighed inaudibly, bent down and picked up the guqin. "You all go out first." Standing up straight, the woman in scarlet clothes lightly ordered to the shocked subordinates around her. After everyone withdrew, Ah Jing swept away the scattered wine bottles on a chair, and sat down at the table without making a sound.He didn't wake up the intoxicated subordinates, but just took a half-empty bottle of wine and poured it slowly. The broken Guqin was placed by her hand, and the broken strings touched her fingers. Ah Jing drank a glass of wine slowly, then turned to look at the intoxicated man in Tsing Yi on the table.He was so drunk that with that kind of martial arts, he didn't even realize that someone was so close to his side.The jade crown that binds the hair is also crooked, and the long black hair, like ink, is scattered all over the table, soaked in the flowing dirty wine.With disheveled hair, his thin face was surprisingly pale, his sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, without the usual flirtatious accumulation.His left hand rested weakly on the edge of the table, but his right hand was pressed under his body, tightly clutching a kit around his neck.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..." As if dreaming of something, a name suddenly came out from the mouth of the intoxicated person. The woman in scarlet clothes watched quietly, a faint mist suddenly rose from her eyes. Xiaojin. I really want to see what kind of girl that is... Even the female lord of Tingxuelou sighed in her heart—what kind of girl can make people who are known as the master of piano and sword in the rivers and lakes, and be proud of themselves all their lives? A talented and suave wanderer, who is obsessed with not regretting to the point where he is now? Suddenly, she heard the drunk man humming some tune indistinctly.It was a very common tune, Ah Jing listened carefully, and only then did he hear a few lines of poems that were no longer familiar to the world and operas-"Empty the air and run like electricity, ascend to heaven and enter the earth to seek it all over the place. "Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, and the two places are indistinct. "..." Song of Everlasting Regret! More than a year ago, when Biluo joined Tingxuelou, it caused a sensation in the whole Jianghu, second only to Shu Jingrong joining Tingxuelou back then. Tingxuelou has just risen, and began to sweep and annex the martial arts with an unstoppable momentum.Many aristocratic families were surrendered, many sects were wiped out, and even Shaolin Wudang, who was the leader of the martial arts, chose to fade away because he had no strength to fight against. At that time, his name was Jiang Chuge.The first sword in Jiangnan. Trying the world with swords, picking beauties with the piano, all kinds of rumors spread and spread in the martial arts world, and I don't know how many boudoir girls and martial arts women are tempted.However, he is still more famous for his Hui Feng Liuxue sword technique.That is known as the best swordsmanship in the south of the Yangtze River. When Tingxuelou went south like a broken bamboo to wipe out the four great families in the south of the Yangtze River, everyone pinned their only hope of resisting Tingxuelou on him—because, only Jiang Chuge, who is known as the master of both piano and sword, could have the possibility to fight against Tingxuelou. Listen to the battle between Xiao Jing and Xiao Jing in the snow tower. And people in Jianghu also know that they will never surrender to Tingxuelou with the pride and self-admiration of the first sword in the south of the Yangtze River. The first battle between him and Xiao Jing was at the Lanxi River in Jinhua Mansion. It is night, the moonlight is like water, pouring all over the earth.The water of Lanxi flows quietly, but the bright moon on the surface of the stream never goes with the flowing water.It's midnight, and the streamside is even more silent and deserted. The weather in late autumn is already quite cold, and there are already flying frosts flying in the sky. It seems that every sound of frost falling to the ground can be heard quietly. In such silence, there was a string of horseshoes, which broke the coldness of the frosty night. In the frost in the middle of the night, two people braved the cold and came riding together. A man and a woman.They were all young, and the man was dressed in white clothes like snow, with a handsome appearance, but with a trace of sickness, the light in his eyes flickered like a candle in the wind.And that woman was dressed in scarlet clothes, the light veil on her face was raised in the cold wind, and the eyes behind the veil were cold and sharp. "Cough cough... I don't want to rush from Lin'an to Jinhua, but it's almost midnight." Coughing slightly, the white-clothed man said to the woman walking side by side, "Ah Jing, the Hua family in Yangzhou has just been pacified these few days, I want you to wipe out the Lei family in the Thunderbolt Hall, and you are running around day and night... Cough cough, thank you for your hard work." As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt the cold air invade his lungs, and he couldn't help coughing violently, and his words fell apart immediately. "Let's take care of yourself first, landlord." The woman in scarlet clothes called "A Jing" looked up at the man walking with her, and said calmly.Her voice, without a trace of warmth, was thrown out indifferently, dissipating in the night wind. At this time, the two people who were walking by the bridle were passing a turning shoal of Lanxi River, where there was a dilapidated pavilion surrounded by clumps of bamboo forests, rustling in the night wind. The woman in scarlet clothes suddenly jumped off the horse. "I'm tired from walking, the wind is strong, let's take a rest." Without asking for the opinions of his companions at all, Ah Jing tied the horse to the bamboo, turned his back to the young man in white on the horse, and suddenly said with the same indifference. He added in a calm tone, "—the cloak is in the brocade pocket beside your saddle." The young man in white didn't say anything, but his dark and uncertain eyes lit up slightly.Suddenly there was a faint smile on the pale face, like a cloud passing by on the cold pool. He rolled over and got off the horse without making a sound, took out the cloak from the side of the saddle, and put it on his shoulders, his coughing eased a little. Ah Jing waited for him in front of the pavilion, and when he came over, the two of them walked side by side to the pavilion, talking lightly while walking. "The Jiangnan martial arts lineage has been broken by me. The Yandang Kuo Cang sects that follow will have nothing to do." The woman in the scarlet robe thought through the sects that she surrendered to recently, and said. "You are really decisive and fierce in your actions. You have pacified so many sects in the south of the Yangtze River within a few months. You are worthy of being the daughter of the blood demon. Ah Jing." The young man in white smiled slightly, but his face was a little sickly and dignified. Yes, after a pause, he said slowly, "But——you missed one person..." "The poster is referring to Jiang Chuge?" Ah Jing asked with a serious expression. The young man in white nods his head: "The so-called number one sword in the south of the Yangtze River may not be worthy of its name, but the title of 'Shuangjue of Qin and Sword' must not be underestimated—his return to Fengliuxue should be better than the swordsman who dumped the whole of Jiangnan." Qin attainments are much higher." He looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, seeing the moonlight like water and the sky full of frost, coughing and sighing slightly: "If such a talent can be used by me, then I can use it. If not, I must get rid of it." !" As soon as the murderous voice fell, a gust of night wind blew, and the bamboo forest rustled softly. "Zheng, zheng" several soft sounds of the piano suddenly came out from the bamboo forest by the stream, clear and pleasant.The two people who were stepping up the broken stone steps in front of the pavilion turned their heads in surprise. I saw the cold moon hanging on the top of the forest, the night wind was blowing secretly, the bamboo shadows were slanting, and there were no traces of people, even in the air, there was only frost flying. However, the two exchanged glances, but their fingers were slowly clasped together. As soon as the sound of the zither fell, there was a clear whistle in the bamboo forest, like a crane in a cold pond, resounding through the nine heavens. "Good work." The young man in white raised his hand, as if brushing the hair blown away by the night wind, "Invite the bright moon to come and take a picture, play the piano and sing in the secluded bamboo, Mr. Jiang is really elegant." His voice was cold and indifferent, and when he finished speaking, he put down his hand. Suddenly, the clump of pruning bamboo seemed to be cut off by invisible sharp knives, and they fell sideways all the way, revealing a young man in green clothes sitting in the forest. People. Tall, thin, Tsing Yi, loose hair. Lips are as thin as a sword.His eyebrows are as straight as a sword.His eyes are as bright as a sword.He is as handsome as a sword.The whole person is like a sword out of its scabbard. However, the man who was as sharp as a sword had a mottled Guqin lying across his knees, and the ice strings shone softly under the moonlight. The man in Tsing Yi slowly raised his head and looked at a man and a woman standing side by side in front of the pavilion.His eyes were as cold as ice and snow, and he suddenly said a word: "According to the rumors in the Jianghu, Xiao Yiqing, the master of the snow, has unfathomable martial arts, but he is number one in the world—is it?" "Zheng, zheng" several times, he casually plucked the strings again, and in an instant, a hidden compartment popped out from under the body of the qin, and a short sword with a pale green scabbard was impressively in sight!Like lightning, he drew out his dagger, raised his body, and swept towards him—"Qingyi Jiang Chuge in the south of the Yangtze River, ask Tingxue Lord for advice!" When the sword came out, there was a cold glow.The momentum of the sword seemed to have driven the surrounding air currents, causing the sky to change the direction of the falling frost. That sword was fierce and graceful, like flowing snow returning to the wind. "Good swordsmanship." It was the voice of the young man in white who blurted out. "Ding", in an instant, the two swords struck each other, shooting out brilliant sparks.The fierce sword energy echoed in the air. Following the force of the blow, the figures of both sides floated out in opposite directions, each standing a foot away from each other.Tingxue Louzhu in white still didn't move, standing on the stone steps of the long pavilion.And the one holding the sword and flat chest is the woman in the crimson dress, with a sharp murderous look in her eyes behind the veil, and the sword in her hand is the color of crimson, shining brightly. Jiang Chuge was startled, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Have you listened to Miss Jing from Xuelou? She is indeed peerless and independent... It's a pleasure to meet you." Feiyi was raised slightly in the night wind, Ah Jing didn't nod, and said calmly: "If you want to ask the landlord for advice, first ask the Xuewei in my hand." "Okay!" Jiang Chuge in Tsing Yi screamed again, and the sword in his hand turned into a Changhong Jingtian, "The ancient sword with fish intestines in my box has not met such an opponent for a long time!" The sword energy shattered, and the long hair fell down, like black tassels in the night wind.His eyes were cold and clear, and there was a faint smile in his eyes. After all, he was worthy of the title of "Testing the world with swords and picking beauty with piano". With a guqin on his back and an ancient sword in his hand, the man in Tsing Yi came against the wind. "Sword with gall and heart with heart." Indifferently, Tingxue Louzhu, who was watching the battle, looked at Jiang Chuge, and suddenly spit out a low comment from his mouth. ——Such a windy man... How many charming legends have been left in the rivers and lakes.For a long time, he also heard that Jiang Chuge roamed the rivers and lakes, was at ease, and caused a lot of romantic debts. ——So conceited, the sword is his guts, right? ——So romantic, Qin, is it his heart? The two people who fought under the moon could no longer distinguish their figures, only the crimson and cyan rays of light flowed alternately in the moonlight.However, although the fight was urgent, there was no sound of weapons clashing. Only the sword energy is criss-crossing in the air.Within a radius of three feet from the sides of the two of them, even the flowing frost would become invisible as soon as it floated in! Xiao Yiqing's face gradually became serious - one hundred moves have been passed. Although Ah Jing didn't use the four dragon moves, but this Jiang Chuge was able to go through a hundred moves under her hands, and he has not yet shown his defeat. This kind of martial arts has already moved Tingxue Louzhu's face in horror. Such a talent... If you don't use it, then...! "Ding!" Finally, in the silent night, the sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly came! "嗤嗤" After a few piercing sounds, the two of them landed on the ground, each staggered a step, and backed away. "Ah Jing." The host who had been listening to the snow with a calm demeanor couldn't bear it any longer, blurted out a call, and rushed over to help the woman in scarlet clothes. A Jing stood pale, and with a flick of his shoulders, he broke away from him. Supporting him, he just looked down at the Xuewei sword in his hand. At this time, the man in Tsing Yi who fell to the ground on the opposite side also staggered, almost fell to the ground, and quickly supported him with his sword. It seemed that his injury was even worse than that of Ah Jing. "Good swordsmanship! Good swordsmanship!—As expected of the daughter of the Gorefiend." Jiang Chuge sighed sincerely as he wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. face, making the gentle and suave young master look a little scary for a while. However, he didn't care about the injuries that might damage his appearance. Jiang Chuge used the blade of the sword to reflect on his face, but continued to wipe the bleeding with his hands.Putting his hand into his lips and sucking, his eyes slowly lit up. "Miss Jing, there is no need for us to continue this battle—if we continue, the next time the two swords clash, your blood and my fish intestines will probably be destroyed." He also lowered his head and looked at it lovingly. His own sword, then, suddenly raised his head, pointing at Tingxue Louzhu - "It is rumored that Tingxue Zhuzhu's martial arts are unfathomable, today Jiang wants to verify it - I'm asking for advice!" Both Xiao Yiqing and Ah Jing were taken aback - everyone in the martial arts world knew that the reason why Shu Jingrong joined Tingxuelou was because Xiao Yiqing had defeated her.But Jiang Chuge had already lost in the fight with Ah Jing just now, and he dared to continue to challenge Tingxue! What's more, after this battle, he already suffered serious internal injuries. Xiao Yiqing suddenly smiled slightly, under the moonlight, this weak young man's smile was enough to melt the ice.Then, he pulled out the Xiying knife in his sleeve: "Mr. Jiang has such fighting spirit, if Xiao doesn't do his best, then it is disrespectful!" "Thank you!" The man in Tsing Yi let out a long breath, his eyes were terrifyingly bright, as if eager to prove something, he swung his sword and changed his moves, unexpectedly they were extremely fierce and disregarded life and death.And Xiao Yiqing's Xiying Knife is still so leisurely and indifferent, like a light mist under the moon. However, Ah Jing could see how close to perfect the art of killing was in such a leisurely saber technique. With one hundred and seventy-nine moves, the Yuchang Sword was released, and Jiang Chuge was defeated. Xiao Yiqing smiled but said nothing, coughed slightly, the blade stopped on the opponent's throat. But the distance of one point. Ah Jing's eyes turned slightly cold - as long as Jiang Chuge leaned forward, the Xiying knife would cut his throat without hesitation! ——This swordsman who has always been famous for his pride and conceit, after his first fiasco in his life, it seems that there is no other way to escape the humiliation except death. Xiao Yiqing's saber just stood there, neither wielding it to kill someone, nor retracting it to let it go. He tried his best to calm down his cough, but quietly watched every change in the expression in the other person's eyes, speculated on the heart of the person in front of him, and then decided to kill or keep. "Sure enough, he is a dragon among men..." However, Jiang Chuge unexpectedly let out a long sigh, and then, took up his clothes, lowered his head, and knelt down on one knee, "Lord Xiao, if you don't see abandonment, please allow me to join the audience." Xuelou, for exorcism!" That year, Jiang Chuge joined Tingxuelou, changed his name to Biluo, and became the head of the four protectors. Wulin was a sensation. Many people were amazed that Jiangnan No. 1 Sword, who had always been conceited, also bowed to Tingxuelou. However, only Xiao Jing knew that Jiang Chuge challenged them at the beginning, just to show his martial arts skills—to fight against them. A suit of literary and martial arts, selling and listening to Xuelou! He signed a contract with Xiao Yiqing: During Xiao Yiqing's lifetime, Jiang Chuge, as Tingxuelou's great protector "Biluo", will contribute all his abilities to Tingxuelou. And there is only one condition he put forward: to use the power of Tingxuelou to find the whereabouts of a woman named "Xiaojin", no matter where she is. Under the cold moon in Lanxi, the man in green looked at the slightly shocked two people, pondered for a long time, and finally untied a kit from his neck - an extremely beautiful light blue flower, which was frozen between his pale fingers in full bloom. "Walk about the flowers!" The two well-informed two blurted out almost at the same time. Azalea flowers are often seen in the southern mountains, but most of them are bright red.In spring, flowers bloom, and the mountains are full of red clouds.Occasionally, yellow and purple are also seen. However, light blue is rare in the world-according to folklore, it can only be found in the vast sea area of ​​Daqing Mountain in the south of the Lingnan. , and the grower needs to be a young woman. According to the rumors, the Azalea japonica blooms once every ten years, and only one flower blooms at a time, and dies immediately after setting a seed. It needs to be cultivated again for ten years before it can continue to bloom.Because it is open on the night of the full moon, it is also called Yaoyuecao. Because it has one flower and one seed, it is rare and endangered. It has not been seen for decades.According to legend, the Qianbi Lily deer flower condenses the moonlight, and it is a peerless medicine that almost has the power to bring the dead back to life. Although it is just a rumor, it has already made countless people dream of it. In the south of the Five Ridges, people regard the Qianbi Lily flower as the most precious treasure, and they will spare no expense to buy it.There are many folk sects in southern Xinjiang, and the way of witchcraft is prevalent. Most of the numerous sects, big and small, also regard them as fetishes, and often have special personnel to cultivate them - because having a lily flower is any sect's worth boasting symbol of. Therefore, those beautiful women who guard the sacred flowers often spend their entire lives just to see that the planted azaleas can bloom for a while, but the light blue azaleas are so hard to find, even if they are found, it is extremely difficult to feed them, except for a few Fortunately, many people will never see the day when the flowers bloom in their whole life. Those women are called Si Hua Maids. The woman Biluo was looking for was one of the maids of Lingnan Sihua. A few years ago, he traveled to Lingnan, visited famous mountains and great rivers, listened to the wind and moon, often played the piano and screamed in the bright moon and pine wind. Just like in the Central Plains. I heard that a peerless flower appeared in the vast sea of ​​Daqing Mountain. As a martial artist, I couldn't help being curious, so I came to the foot of Daqing Mountain with my piano and sword.After wandering in the mountains for several days, instead of finding the legendary light blue flowers, he forgot his way back and got lost in the mountains in the south of the Lingnan Mountains. Relying on his martial arts, he is naturally not afraid of tigers, leopards and insects, but walking around, although the scenery is picturesque, it is annoying. One day, I was walking along a small path, but found that the end of the road was actually a cliff. I didn't feel annoyed, and I didn't bother to continue looking for the path. I sat down and rested, thinking about the majestic first sword in the south of the Yangtze River, could I just be trapped here to death? no? His heart became more and more irritable, in order to frighten his mind, he quickly took out his guqin and played "Yi Lan Cao" to calm the raging thoughts in his heart. There is no sound in the deep valley, only his removal is leisurely spread into the sky.Under the cliff, he concentrated on the sonata, and the tune was in harmony with the spirit.However, suddenly, he heard another kind of music—an ensemble of piccolos, floating gently down from the cliff. He raised his head in astonishment, and saw a small bamboo building faintly visible on the highest point of the cliff surrounded by moist mist. Looking closely, he could vaguely see a woman in red leaning against the window, and the sound of music wafted out from under her finger. The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly in surprise—it turned out that in such a poor place, he could still meet a legend. Known as the brave man with the heart of the sword, he already has too much experience in how to seize the opportunity in front of him.Imagine how lonely and desolate this woman living on the cliffs of the valley should be. Since she is also proficient in rhythm, she can pick her with the heart of the piano just like Sima did back then. An extraterrestrial relationship. He is not in a hurry to seek success, but he is no longer in a hurry to get out of Daqing Mountain. He just comes down to the cliff every day and plays the guqin to attract the echo of the female flute on the cliff.There are few people in the valley, and when the music is faint, he sometimes thinks that he really is no longer in the world. After a period of time like this, the woman in red on the bamboo building had no intention of meeting him other than entertaining with music.And how could he, who has always been known as a suave and conceited man, suddenly go up to visit a strange woman. When he had almost lost his patience, God gave him a chance. In the afternoon of that day, he was still playing the piano under the cliff, but he felt that the fog suddenly gathered in the valley-it was rainy in the south, and he couldn't wait for him to pack up the piano and retreat under the tree, and the drizzle began to fall. Clouds and mist shrouded the valley, the upper part of the cliff was completely submerged in the rain, and the sound of the flute had also stopped. Maybe... that's all there is to it.He thought, carrying the piano on his back a little lonely, and stood up, the rain was drenching on his body, but he didn't feel anything—maybe, when the rain clears tomorrow, it's time to find a way out.No way, you will be trapped in this deep mountain and old forest for a lifetime, right? When he stood up, he unintentionally glanced at the top of the cliff, and was suddenly stunned—in the misty clouds, the rain was falling, and between the clouds and rain, there was an open white silk umbrella fluttering from the cliff And down! Is it the umbrella she threw down?It was the umbrella she threw down! The open silk umbrella is like a white cloud, slowly falling from the cliff, it is so beautiful. He went up to meet it in surprise, and reached out to catch it.The bamboo bone silk surface is light and delicate, and a light blue flower is delicately embroidered with Hunan embroidery on the surface of the umbrella. It is conceivable that the owner of the umbrella is such a beautiful woman. He couldn't put it down holding the umbrella in his hand, looked carefully, and found a small "妗" character embroidered with red silk thread on the white silk umbrella surface, presumably, it should be the girl's boudoir name. He smiled, holding the umbrella in his hand, and facing the cloud-shrouded cliff, he said loudly: "I'm going to Jiang Chuge, Qingyi, Jiangnan, thank you Miss Jin for giving me the umbrella, and I will thank you someday!" When he spoke, he couldn't help but smile. Forbidden overflowed the corner of the lips. No woman has ever been able to escape from his clutches.This time, what kind of beautiful scenery should it be? Tomorrow, he climbed up the cliff and went to look for the girl in red who was playing the flute on the pretext of returning the umbrella. Everything from now on will be just like what is described in thousands of legends... She is beautiful, she is young, and she is intelligent, but just as he expected, she is lonely living in a deep valley—ever since he saw her on the bamboo building for the first time, he felt the innermost feelings of this woman Alone and lonely. Seeing him climbing up from the cliff like flying, she was only slightly stunned for a moment, her expression darkened as if thinking of something. However, in an instant, a flowery smile bloomed on his cheeks. He put away the bamboo flute and ran down from the bamboo building barefoot without even putting on his shoes. The kit, the silver bracelet made a crisp sound on her snow-white wrist and ankle. "Where's the umbrella?" She ran down the bamboo building with her skirt in hand, met the handsome man who came with a piano and sword, and asked with a smile, without the slightest coyness of a woman from the Central Plains.Miao Jiang's daughter is indeed worthy of the rumored enthusiasm and cheerfulness, daring to love and hate. "Dare to ask the girl's name?" He took out the umbrella from the bag behind him and handed it over.But she was just clutching the gold-embroidered brocade bag, smiling slightly, pursing her lips together and dimpled: "...Little Jin." "Ruan Zhao, I came to the rooftop by chance, and I was lucky enough to meet a fairy in the sky." Unable to restrain his romantic nature in the past, he made fun of it as soon as he opened his mouth.It wasn't until the words came out that she felt abrupt, but looking at the woman in red, she just smiled deeper, those dimples were sweet and round. So, everything happened as the legend should have. At that time, he was still a prodigal son, and he was used to being merciful everywhere, so he didn't put much heart into this relationship—it was just that he encountered a legend, so he should naturally do what the protagonist in the legend should do, Otherwise, wouldn't it be a disappointment to such an affair. For more than half a year, the two of them lived together like a couple of gods in the depths of this lonely Daqing Mountain. Or wading in the company, walking among the green mountains and clear waters, she laughed and talked, and occasionally sang the songs of southern Xinjiang, as tactfully as an oriole out of the valley. Or climb to the top together and stand by the cliff. When the wind is strong, he plays the piano and she plays the flute, which sounds like the sound of heaven in the bright moon and pine wind. Even between the quilts and pillows, the fish and water are full of joy, and the joy is far better than all the beautiful lovers he had before. He was just enjoying the supreme fun brought by the legend, but he didn't pay attention to what kind of background this woman was, why she lived alone in the mountains—however, this is the rule of the legend, when the time comes, she can wave her sleeves Go, don't leave a cloud.What's the point of asking more about these irrelevant things? ——Like her, she is ice-snow and smart, completely ignoring his origin and purpose.Even if he mentioned it occasionally on weekdays, she just covered his mouth with a smile: "Why did Jiang Lang come here, Xiaojin knows it well!" On weekdays, she plays the flute, and the sound of the flute is cheerful and melodious, with a bit of innocence—ask her what tune it is, and she will smile and say that the tune is called "Purple Bamboo Tune", which is often found in the south, and it is about a girl. I cut off a section of purple bamboo and made a bamboo flute for my lover.Sometimes she also sang softly, "Lang, my sister, my sister", looking at him with tenderness in her eyes. Life is as happy as a fairy, the only thing that makes him feel a little uncomfortable is the brocade embroidered with gold silk around Xiaojin's neck.I don't know what's inside, I put my little coat on my chest every day, even if I'm with him between the pillows, I won't take it off for a moment. However, Xiaojin is absolutely better than any other woman he has ever seen...Her smile, her delicacy, her light frown and smile, and the clear water in Jianshui's eyes all made him fascinated. A year passed, and he completely forgot to return to the Central Plains. "You pressed it..." One day, during the lingering moment, she suddenly panted slightly, pushed him away, and raised her hand to protect the brocade bag on her chest.His interest was swept away, he frowned, and finally couldn't help asking: "Xiao Jin, what exactly is that?" She propped herself up, unwrapped the kit and looked at the contents carefully, but an incomprehensible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Jiang Lang, why do you ask knowingly?" Before he was puzzled, he asked again After looking at the things in the kit, Xiaojin's expression suddenly changed.His hands softened, he couldn't support his body, and almost collapsed in his arms, his rosy cheeks turned pale in an instant, his eyes changed again and again, and he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or joy. "What's the matter? Is the thing inside crushed?" Seeing her like that, he couldn't bear it, and asked softly. She seemed to be stunned, and it took a long time to hear his question, and she reacted: "Ah, no, no. It's okay.——It's very good, very good... I didn't think it was really, really Will..." Still with a mixed look of sadness and joy, she looked at the things in the kit again, sighed slightly, got up from the couch, and walked out to the yard. He looked at her back inexplicably, and suddenly felt that he really knew too little about her—who is she?What's in that bag?Legend has it that those flowery Miao girls in Miaojiang are good at using Gu, and can use witchcraft to make their lovers give up on them. He thought, shivering secretly. After that day, her words became noticeably less, and she also lost her former vivacity and wit, gradually becoming silent and haggard, and even a little absent-minded when she was with him, and asked her what was the matter, but she always hesitated and was absent all day long. Bamboo building, walking into the mountains, staying for a long time. "Jiang Lang, will you love me forever?" "Jiang Lang... If one day our love is over, will you always remember me?" Such words gradually came out of her mouth day after day, making him very displeased - just enjoy the pleasure in front of you, why is she bothering about these extraterrestrial affairs?Life and death broke the interest of the two of them.He became a little impatient, and although he also promised to say "forever", he felt that she was not as cute as before, no different from those women in the past who wished they could tie him by his side for the rest of their lives. So, when she went to the deep mountains every day and didn't know why, he just looked at the white clouds gathering and dispersing on the Daqing Mountain, and he really gradually had the intention of going back.After all, the red sleeves fluttering in the land of Wu and Yue in the south of the Yangtze River, and the curtains on the upper floor are another scenery in the heart of this wanderer at the end of the world. It's just...how should I talk to Xiao Jin? Now that he has the intention to leave, he can't hide his thoughts from her eyes. On that day, for some reason, she came back from the deep mountains very early, her eyes were a little red, she cried for some reason, and the kit on her neck was full, as if she had put something into it.As soon as he came back, he took the opportunity to explode: "Xiao Jin, you have been running out every day these days. Is it because I am in the bamboo building that you are not willing to stay?" What do you mean, then..." "Hush." ​​All of a sudden, she who was busy preparing meals suddenly turned her head to be quiet, with a strange smile on her lips, and said softly: "Jiang Lang, I know what you want to say—it's time...but Let's talk about other things after dinner this time, shall we?" 他被她脸上那样凄楚而奇异的笑靥镇住，一时间居然忘了要说决裂的话——陡然间，内心有不祥的预感……或许，她要作出什么事情来改变现在两个人之间的情况吧？ 传说中，岭南苗疆的少女敢爱敢恨，不同于中原女子——虽然不知道小妗是不是苗女，但是住在苗地那么久，应该多少也沾染了那种性格吧？如果她知道他决定要离去，那么她会——他内心蓦地一惊，回头看她时，看见她雪白的手正迅速地从盛酒的竹筒上移开来。 有非常少的细微粉末，从她指间落下。 回头注意到他看着她，小妗的脸色陡然间有些慌乱。 那便是了……本该是如此……无论中原还是苗疆，那些女子都还是一样的。在他离去的时候，从来都是想尽了一切方法，来挽留住他，哪怕多一刻也好。中原江南的女子，温婉一些，只是想用柔情来感化他游子的心性——而这个苗疆的女子，只怕是不择手段，也是要留住他罢？ 那酒里，分明是她刚下过什么药——这样的举动，又岂能瞒过他的眼睛。 “江郎，请多吃一些罢。”傍晚，点起了红烛，两人坐下来对食之时，她殷勤布菜，温柔可人一如往日，然而，他心底却是微微冷笑。 “江郎，我……我从一开始，就知道你为何而来。”陡然间，听到小妗微笑着，说了这样一句奇怪的话。他只是微微一怔，便随口如一贯的调笑：“我自然是为了与你相遇而来。” “是么？”她蓦地笑了，笑容中却有些幽怨，在红烛的映照下如同泫然欲泣，“可是，我们的时间用尽了呢……” 他又是一怔，不安的感觉愈发的重了，不等他开口问什么，已看见她拿了那一筒酒过来，倾了半盏奉上，微启朱唇，柔声道：“江郎，在我告诉你一个好消息前，请饮了这一杯罢。” 看着她递上来的酒，青衣男子的唇边，忽然又露出了让无数少女颠倒的笑容来，他低下头注视着她，也是柔声的问：“小妗……这酒里面，是下了降头呢、还是蛊？” "Snapped".不出他所料，她的手猛的一震，酒杯在地上摔得粉碎。 “江郎！”她猛然抬头，看着他，眼睛里却已经盈满了泪水，“江郎！” 烛静静地燃烧，居然有淡淡的香味。他看着她的眼睛，看着她清澈眼睛中难以掩饰的伤痛和无奈，本来的三分气愤也消失无踪了。长长叹息了一声，他起身，拂了拂衣襟：“小妗，这一段情缘，本是你情我愿——如今弄到这种地步，还有什么意思？即使用药留住了我，守着这样的'江郎'，你难道会快乐么？” “江郎……你、你难道认为我会……”看着他收起了琴，开始整理行囊，她的终于明白了什么似的笑了起来，“罢了，罢了！” “是啊……你想通了么？小妗。”听不出她笑声中除了悲伤以外、还有更深的含义，他只是微笑着回头，“该放手时需放手。这样，起码日后我们回想起彼此时，还会有笑容。” “江郎，你是不是以前离开每一个女子时，都这么说？”忽然，她的笑容收敛了，看着他，冷冷问，语声居然有几分尖刻和愤怒——他又暗自叹了口气，果然还是如此……那些女子，从来都只是这样。岂不知，她们越逼着他，他便是越走的远。 “小妗……”有些无可奈何地，他摇摇头，抚摩了一下她漆黑如墨的长发，“好合好散，何必？” “可你说过，你永远都爱我！”她蓦的叫了起来，语中几乎有哭音。 然而放下了手，他便不再看她，携琴提剑，走下了竹楼。 “江郎，你便这样走了么？”蓦然，听到她在背后唤了一声，“还未拿到你要的东西，你舍得走么？” 他要的东西？……什么东西？ 有些疑惑的，他终于在竹楼上站定了脚步，回头看着从门内抢身而出唤住他的红衣女子。 蓦然，他的手猛然震了一下，倒抽了一口气——拿在小妗指间的、浅碧色怒放的花朵！那是、那是…… 踯躅花！ 颈中的锦囊已经空了下去，她挽起竹帘站在门口，手指间夹着那一朵传说中的奇花，看着他，眼中有讽刺般的笑意：“你来大青山苍茫海、这样处心积虑的接近我，难道不正是为了这个么？” 看着她指间那一朵浅碧色的花，他一时间竟怔住了，不明白她为何如此说。 小妗越发凄然的笑了，右手抚摩着颈中的锦囊：“你知道我是苗人中司花的女子，才这般对我好——” “胡说八道！”终于反应过来，他蹙眉拂袖，冷哼一声，“如果要得到踯躅花，当时我杀了你、抢了去不就得了？干吗那么费力？” 她叹息了一声，点点头，看定他：“江郎……事已至此，不要再掩饰了，如何？” 她居然还是微微笑着，一只手拿着那朵无数人梦寐以求的花，另一只手抚摩着锦囊：“你也知道，踯躅花是多么难养——其性极阴，非但花籽平日里需要由韶龄女子贴肉放置，到了播种时节、更是十有九败……你即使杀了我，夺了那花籽去，又有什么用呢？你、你那般的聪明……如何肯做这样的事情？” 说到后来，虽然在微笑，她眼睛里已经泫然欲泣，手指用力抓着栏杆，指节都有些惨白。 他站在竹楼的梯子上，被她那一番话说得怔住，然而，心底里却释然，接着有同样的怒火升起——“小妗，我虽然是浪荡子，却非那种骗子！”剑眉下，他的眼睛里也有烈烈的火，第一次用如此严厉的语调和她说话，然而，想到自己终究还是负了她，最后只有叹息，“小妗啊小妗……罢了罢了……也由你那般看我吧，想来，我们在彼此身上，都用错了心……” 或许由于情绪的波动，他感到些微的疲惫起来，背着琴，微微摆手，苦笑着径自下楼离去。 然而，奇怪的，走不了几步就越发觉得头晕，他大惊，试着提起一口真气，居然提不上来。他陡然间明白过来，回头看着倚栏的红衣女子，目眦欲裂：“小妗，你、你……还下毒在那蜡烛里？是不是？那蜡烛里也有毒！” 看到他那样的目光，下毒的女子居然显出了有些害怕的表情，眼睛里的泪水如断了线的珠子，接二连三地滴落，赶上来扶住他摇摇欲坠的身形，颤声道：“江郎，我不是、不是想害你啊……” “你对我下蛊了么？”他冷笑，记起了传闻中那些苗女为了防止心上人变心所惯用的手段——这个女子，居然不惜对他下蛊、也要他一生受她操纵！ 他江楚歌，岂能如此活着？ ! 用尽了最后一丝力气，他一把推开她，抽出了剑——他要杀了这个狠毒的女子！ 惊呼一声，然而不会武功的她却是避无可避，剑尖从她胸口刺入，她眼中充满了恐惧和慌乱。看着她的眸子，那一瞬间，经年来旖旎美好的生活又浮现在他眼前，他的手在刹那间一软，再也刺不下去，“叮”的一声，鱼肠剑掉落在地上，他失去了知觉。 再度醒来，已经不知道是什么时候，周围漆黑的一片，耳边是连续不断的水声。 他挣扎着想起来，然而身体仿佛在深度的睡眠中，手足居然完全不听使唤，甚至连眼睛都睁不开。 她对他下了什么毒？what did she doWhat does she want to do? “江郎……”轻轻的，听到她在身侧唤了一声，仿佛刚哭过，声音有些哽咽，“我知道你恨我，但是我真的不是想害你、也不是想给你下蛊——虽然我没有和你说，我其实是幻花宫的司花女侍。但是，你也不是没有和我说起、你江楚歌是中原武林里大名鼎鼎的人物？” 即使在昏沉中，他还是蓦然一惊——原来小妗……她早就知道了自己的身份？江楚歌啊江楚歌，你真是昏了头，这样一个单身居住在深山里的女子，岂能是寻常？你一生风流自负，到头来，终于还是栽在了女人手上…… 他想苦笑，但是似乎四肢早不听使唤，连脸部肌肉都动不了一下。 “你要的东西，我早就打算好给你——踯躅花对我来说算什么？不过是一朵花，而你……却是活生生的、疼我爱我的情郎啊。”他感觉到衣襟间一动，似乎她塞了一个锦囊在他怀里，脸上陡然冰凉一片，是小妗的泪水直洒下来，“宫主给了我三粒花籽，本来几年了都没有动静，前些天却居然有一颗萌芽……我把它转栽到山阴，今日便是开花时分了。” 踯躅花……浅碧踯躅花。江楚歌想笑，这个无数武林人梦寐以求的至宝，如今已经在他怀里——然而，他却毫无感觉，只是心里焦急不可方物：把花给了他，小妗呢？她怎么回去交代？ 他想挣扎，想把怀里的花扔回给她，然而神志清晰异常，手足却丝毫动弹不得。 “宫主半年一次的过来查看，几日之后便要来了——江郎呀，非是我要对你下药，如若你留在这里，遇了宫主可怎么好……”泪水一串串的洒落在他僵死的脸上，他脸上没有表情，然而炽热的泪水还是烫到了他心里，“她武功非常厉害，你、你又这般倔强，必然是不肯自己避开她的。” 小妗！小妗！小妗！ 原来如此……就是为了这样，你才对我下毒么？从来那些女人，只有在为了将我留在身边时，才会使诡计的呢。傻丫头，傻丫头…… 第一次，他有了真心拥抱这个苗女的冲动，然而他抬不起手。 江楚歌感觉自己的身体浮了起来——不是幻觉，而是切切实实的漂浮了起来。耳边的水声更加清晰了，甚至盖过了小妗轻轻的啜泣。意识分外清明，他猜测着自己是躺在一个竹排上。 “从这条溪漂下去，就到山外的镇子了——那时候你手脚的麻药也解了。”手脚动不了，他转而想用力睁开眼睛，然而，偏偏这点力气都没有，耳边只是听到小妗继续低语。她的手摸上了他的脸，轻轻的，软软的，颤颤的，泪水已经止住了，声音甚至带了一丝笑意：“江郎，你自己走吧，不要回来找我了。” 他心里焦急，拼着伤及内腑，提气冲撞各路经脉，试图让深深麻痹的手足恢复知觉，然而丹田内空空荡荡，居然一丝真力也提不上来。 听着耳边她那样温婉深情的一句句嘱托来，他几乎要忍不住大喊：那么你怎么办！小妗你怎么办？ ——如果幻花宫主来查看发现少了一颗花籽、然而你有没有踯躅花可以给他的话……你怎么办？ !我要的不是踯躅花——我要的不是那个！ 然而，这样急切激烈的话语在唇边，却无力吐出。陡然间，他感觉唇上一软，轻柔的气息接触到他的脸，小妗俯下身来，吻了他一下，笑着，说出最后的话：“江郎啊，如果不遇见你，我这一生，就怕是白过了。” 他再也没有见过那个如花般的女子。 待得他恢复了行动能力，飞奔回断崖——他循着来时路回到那个竹楼下，却已是人去楼空。里面的东西都按照他离开时的原样摆放着，显然主人离去时也是匆促的。 他踏遍大青山，却寻不到小妗，更寻不到那个神龙见首不见尾的幻花宫。苗疆人地生疏，大小教派林立多如牛毛——以他个人之力，待得他一一查过去，恐怕再见小妗也要十多年吧？ 山万重，水万重，然而，山长水远知何处？ 他江楚歌的人生是由无数的绚丽红颜编织而成，然而，早已习惯了笑谑游戏红尘的他，却错失了一生中可能再也遇不到的那一点“真”。 半夜时分，他终于醒了。头痛欲裂，宿醉后，感觉内心底只残余灰烬。然而，不等他有力气想起什么，却听得身边有人冷冷问了一句：“小妗死了么？” 他仿佛被利剑刺中一样，蓦的抬头，厉声反驳：“谁说的！小妗没死！她不会死！” 然而一抬头，看见桌边坐着的女子，碧落转瞬呆了呆。 靖姑娘。 在桌边慢慢放下酒杯的，居然是听雪楼中的女领主。 他陡然想起今日是领主前来视察刚攻下的幻花宫的时候，他已经接到了迎接靖姑娘到来的指令，然而，大醉之下，他居然忘的一干二净。 然而四护法之首的碧落只是冷冷看了女领主一眼，没有道歉的意思：“小妗没死！谁说她死了！” 舒靖容也没有说什么教训属下的话，她的手挑着断了的琴弦，忽地冷笑起来，厉叱：“既然小妗没死，你不去找她，在这里喝什么酒！” 碧落一凛，醉意朦胧的眼里，陡然也有清醒的雪亮光芒闪过，他的手陡然抓紧了颈中那个锦囊。 那朵浅碧色的踯躅花，似乎刀一般刺痛他的心——为了找到小妗，为了借助听雪楼的力量踏遍南疆，他不惜屈身在萧忆情的麾下。然而，如今他终于攻入了幻花宫，却遍寻不到小妗的影子。 “她一定没死……一定没死。我要去找她。”仿佛在说服自己，碧落喃喃的一再反复，“上穷碧落下黄泉，我也要把小妗找回来。” 阿靖叹了口气，手一扫，将所有的酒器都扫到了地上，一片刺耳的铿锵：“那么，就不要喝了！跟我一起去幻花宫走一趟。” 今夜是满月。月光下，苍茫海一片苍苍莽莽，银白如霜。 机关打开，一级级的石阶从湖水中无声无息的升起，一直铺到湖心停驻的船边。 穿好了紧身水靠，听雪楼的女领主也不由看着那通向湖底的台阶摇摇头：“这么隐秘所在啊……”她由船头走入水中，足尖刚落下，发觉石上每一级都有一个石雕的凹槽，槽上有金属扣子，正好容足踏下，这样一步步下去，人居然可以穿着水靠在湖底沿路“行走”。 碧落没有说话，跟在她后面——如果不是为了寻找小妗，他恐怕不会如此费尽心思翻天入地的寻找到这样隐秘的地方。可是……即使他来到了幻花宫，却居然掘地三尺都找不到小妗的踪迹。 阿靖没有再说话，因为此时她已经缓缓的“走入”了水中。 那一条从水底延伸而出的石阶仿佛长的看不到尽头，然而两人都内力深湛，内息悠长，没有多少时间就走到了湖底，然后感觉石阶穿越了什么，又开始往上走。 “哗啦”一声，阿靖感觉到周身压力一减，石阶上升，原来已经从水中走出。 刚一出水，还没有将贴身水靠换下，眼前陡然却是一晃。阿靖下意识的在强烈的光线下闭了一下眼睛，然而随身带的血薇却是铮然弹出了剑鞘，横在身前。 “靖姑娘，这里是他们的圣殿。方才我们已经走过他们的水底神道。”大护法碧落的声音在后面响起，阿靖的手指慢慢松开，睁开眼，习惯了室内辉煌的光线——从水底拾级而上，展现在眼前的是蔚为壮观的石窟建筑，圆拱形的窟顶上雕刻着繁复的藻井图案和经文，石柱上盘绕着奇怪的植物和动物花纹。四壁上都有开凿出来的巨大神龛，上面比真人还大的塑像在繁密的火炬下，石雕的脸上浮现出奇异的、似笑非笑的表情。 那便是幻花宫的入口圣殿。从苍茫海的水底石阶下走上来。 阿靖没有说话，逡巡的看着四壁——已经有听雪楼驻入宫中的弟子上来迎接，她不做声的将水靠换下，交给一边的下属。有些感慨地问了一句：“这般难攻的地方，你如何能带人大举攻破？” 碧落没有说话，显然是忙着想进去继续搜索，只是淡淡回答：“自然不能从水道正门攻入，我带人翻越绝壁包抄了后路，逼得他们从圣殿正门出逃——然后，我在水里下了软骨散。”他笑了笑，但是眉骨之下的眼睛冷锐如剑：“把一个个幻花宫弟子从苍茫海打捞上来，死鱼般的连反抗力都没有。” 阿靖的眼色迅速划过他的脸，然而这个剑一般的男子丝毫不动。 绯衣女子忽然叹息——这般的人才，如若不是他自愿加入听雪楼，假如分庭而抗，萧忆情要扫平江南武林，不知道要平添多少阻力。幸亏是他自愿的成了“碧落”。然而……虽然阅历诸多，但这般为情不顾一切的男子，她竟也是第一次见到。 石殿中的空气潮湿而阴郁，让人感觉说不出的压迫力。碧落一直精神有些恍惚，显然是因为长久的期待落空而造成了心理的溃散，石窟里很安静，只有潮气结成水滴，嘀哒的落下。 “靖姑娘，这里邪气很重，请配上这束艾草吧。”陡然间，一边拿着她换下水靠的下属忽然开口，声音清脆。阿靖微微一惊，转头看去，只见那个人碧衫明眸，竟然是个女子。 “你是——？”不记得听雪楼有这个人，绯衣女子有些惊异的问。 碧衫少女笑了起来，行了一个道家的礼：“小道是龙虎山张真人座下大弟子弱水，受家师指派助听雪楼深入滇南。”她虽为道家，却不着道装，一双明眸光华灵动，不像修道之人，反而是个十足的娇赣少女。 阿靖蓦的想起萧忆情说过此事，只是对着弱水点点头，却摆摆手：“不用什么艾草，我不怕那些鬼神之说。” “真的，我感觉到这里阴气很重！——特别是这个圣殿，更有说不出的怪呢。”弱水有些急了，知道这些都是武林人士，恐怕也不信什么怪力乱神，她把艾草递到靖姑娘面前。 然而，莫名的，她的手感觉到了一种热力——“呀！”感觉有一种力量保护着绯衣女子，将她的手反弹开去，修道的女子震惊的抬起头来，阿靖丝毫没有察觉异常，只是自顾自的走向殿后。 弱水眼睛瞥见靖姑娘的颈中一个檀木的小牌，眼睛瞬地亮了一下，嘴里却不出声的倒抽了一口冷气：那是什么样灵力的