Chapter 10 Chapter 2 Hangover

In that dark and long night five years ago, the sudden rain was so cold, so dense, so bleak and precarious, as if it was going to freeze the bone marrow of every lonely person in the journey, making people can't help but think of their hometown And the fire—just like tonight. Su Wei just felt a headache, she put down her wine glass slumpedly, put her face on the cold and sticky wooden table, and closed her eyes. "Wine." She whispered vaguely, throwing out the last ingot of silver. The ingot fell to the ground with a heavy blunt sound. The old shopkeeper behind the counter pushed the stunned waiter and motioned him to go out to greet customers.Reluctantly, Xiao Er staggered out, stretched out his hand cautiously, grabbed the ingot of silver in the palm of his hand, and looked up at the drunk female guest lying on the table.

——Clearly she is a rare and beautiful woman, but she is so embarrassed by drinking alone. "Go!" Just after taking a peek, the woman still had her eyes closed, but suddenly she slapped the table and shouted.As soon as she patted it, something in the baggage on the table jumped up, making a sharp clanking sound, and the cold air was overwhelming.Xiao Er was startled, didn't dare to look any further, and immediately went back to the backyard to fetch wine. She continued to lie down on the table, soaking her face in the wine stains, holding the sword in her sleeve in one hand, her emerald earrings dangling by her cheeks, vaguely listening to the sound of the wind and rain outside, feeling intoxicated for a moment— —Five years have passed, and the tavern on the riverside is still as old, dilapidated, and dirty as before, and even the taste of the cold brew is the same as it was five years ago.

Everything seems to have not changed, and it will always stay at the moment when we first met. The person who is just sitting here drinking is no longer him. It was already midnight, and the riverside was cold and rainy in early spring, and there were no other guests in the dilapidated tavern.The old shopkeeper sat behind the counter and looked at the female customer in the crimson dress, subconsciously feeling some kind of uneasiness.This female guest comes here almost every month, getting very drunk, but the strange thing is that she is never seen with anyone around her. Suddenly, the hanging curtain moved, and a second guest arrived in the middle of the night.

However, that person did not step into the tavern, but stood in the shadow of the door, with his hands folded and his head bowed. His voice was soft and cold, as if his teeth were chattering with cold, and he said softly—— "Miss Su, the host asked me to ask if the task that was delivered a month ago has been completed?" The woman was lying on the dirty table, as if she was drunk, but when she heard the question, she suddenly let out a vague sneer: "What about him?" As if he knew who the woman was asking, the man whispered: "The landlord and Director Zhao went to Lingnan a few days ago, and they want to discuss with the head of Luofu Sword Sword Villa about next year's martial arts conference—whether the Mei family has been killed or not? It is a very important bargaining chip for the landlord, so I specially sent it down to check."

"Director Zhao?" The woman ignored the long speeches behind him, but sneered slightly at the name, raised her hand, and threw something on the ground, "Take it!" As soon as Xiao Er came out with the wine jug, he caught a glimpse, couldn't help uttering a loud cry, turned his head and fled. ——What rolled down on the ground turned out to be a human head with tangled beard and hair! The jug fell from his hand, but a pale hand stretched out silently from the side, fast as lightning, and firmly caught the jug of wine.Then the woman raised her head and drank like this: "This is the last male of the Mei family—get lost!"

"The manager said that there are still twenty-seven people in the Mei family." The visitor flicked his sleeves, his head was taken away instantly, but he frowned, "With Miss Su's skills, she will never..." "I let go of everything else." The woman answered in a truncated manner, sneering. The visitor was taken aback: "But the landlord ordered that Jiang Zuomei's house be filled..." "Then let him go by himself!" The woman suddenly slammed the case heavily, her voice was full of anger, and she sternly said, "If the surname Xiao wants to kill everyone, let him do it himself! Or Zhao Bingjie can do it, Let her come!"

"Miss Su?" The visitor took a step back abruptly, as if startled by the murderous look, "You..." However, after finishing the sentence, the woman fell down on the table again, seemingly out of drink, and murmured with her head buried in her head: "Let him go by himself... After a few years, the rest of the Mei family are all women and children." ...Isn't that enough? If you want to kill him, let him do it himself! If this continues, I will go crazy... I will go crazy." "..." The visitor stopped talking, bowed deeply, and retreated like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one female customer left in the tavern, as if no one had appeared.The old shopkeeper shrank behind the counter in fright. Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt like an illusion. Who is this woman, after all? He still remembered how she looked when she first came here a few years ago, which was completely different from now.At that time, there was a young man in white who was by her side, smiling and talking, with a simple and joyful expression - but after just a few years, this girl seemed to have aged a lot suddenly, with a lot of preoccupations and gloomy eyes. I couldn't bear it.

In the past few years, it seems that she has been very unhappy. "Master, Master..." Suddenly, the woman was heard crying in a low voice, buried her head on the dirty and greasy tavern table, her shoulders trembled, and murmured, "I don't want to kill...Master, I should listen to you, stay at home obediently, don't come to Jianghu. I want to go home..." After crying for a while, as if she was tired, she finally stopped, grunted, grabbed the wine glass in her hand, and whispered to herself, "Come on, let's drink... drink." After this drinking, he drank for three days and three nights.

The old shopkeeper didn't dare to drive away the unknown female guest, and the little one didn't even dare to get close to her, so he could only let her occupy a table by herself, drink and sleep there, and then drink after waking up—fortunately, she was the last to drink. The big silver that was thrown out was enough to buy half of the tavern, and the business in the store was also deserted during this time, so she simply let her go. The old shopkeeper looked at the drunk guest, shook his head and sighed. A girl who drank like this outside alone, why doesn't the family care about it?

She wakes up drunk, wakes up and gets drunk again, she doesn't know what she dreamed in the mist, she always murmurs incessantly, her voice is sometimes frightening and inexplicable, sometimes it is extremely gentle, and sometimes, she will cry softly stand up. On the fourth day, someone finally came to her—— It was still broad daylight, but the old shopkeeper didn't see how that person came in.Just looking up, I saw a figure in white beside the table, as if he had been sitting there for a long time, just quietly in the afternoon sun, looking down at the drunk female customer on the table, with complicated eyes . She was so drunk that she didn't know what to do, and she didn't even respond to the fact that there was one more person close by her. The man's face was full of travel and dust, as if he had come from a distant place day and night.He sat there and looked at her for a long time, wondering what he was thinking, his beautiful eyebrows were knit together, and he sighed softly after a long time. "Weier." He whispered, reaching out to stroke her black hair. However, before the hand touched it, the drunken man suddenly turned up his wrist, there was a clang in his sleeve, and a crimson light flew out, if the other party hadn't retracted his hand quickly, his fingers would have been chopped off. However, his reaction was also top-notch. With a twist of his wrist, he clamped the sharp sword sideways with his fingers. "Get out." Su Wei said only one word in a low voice, without even looking at him. In this rivers and lakes, no one has ever dared to talk to the landlord Tingxue like this, but Xiao Yunting's face remained unchanged, but he just sighed: "I heard Lin Yu come back and say that you are drunk here, and you are anxious, and the meeting with the Southern Wumeng You rushed back overnight before it was over, and you haven't rested for two days and three nights—are you still going to play tricks on me?" She snorted and still didn't look at him, but her eyes softened. "Go back to the building," he reached out to help her, "everyone is worried about you." "No," she stubbornly pushed his hand away, shaking her head, breathing out alcohol, "I... I won't go back. When I go back to the building, you, you want me to kill people again... I also Don't see that Miss Zhao. I'm going home to find Master." He looked at her, his body shook slightly, but he had nothing to say. "But, do you know where Master is?" He asked after a long time. The woman on the case trembled, as if she had been stabbed in a sore spot, raised her face and looked at the roof blankly, as if she was thinking hard, shook her head for a long time, two lines of tears suddenly fell down her pale face: "I don't I know...they don't want me anymore." Her voice was weak and bitter, as if she had walked for a long time and finally had no strength to continue.Xiao Yunting felt his heart soften, and sighed: "Okay, Weier, you don't need to interfere with the Mei family's affairs from now on; if you don't like to go back to Tingxuelou, you don't have to go back—how about it, I'll take you there Stay in Beiman Mountain for a while, okay?" "..." She was silent for a moment, without immediately objecting. The blue sky falls into the yellow spring, and the red dust in Zimo.On Beimang Mountain, there are four senior Dharma protectors of Tingxuelou living together in a hut, guarding the dragon and phoenix among the people who sleep under the green grass. Each of them is a legend lost in time-all of them It is what she has been familiar with from her master since she was a child, and she has always yearned for it. Thinking of those legends, her heart gradually calmed down. The sun was already setting outside, and a gust of wind passed by. She felt that most of her hangover had woken up, and her heart suddenly became clear, and she felt gradually desolate.Yes... In any case, the Xuewei Sword is destined to be dependent on the Xiying Sword.When she came to the rivers and lakes, besides looking for her master, she also wanted to look for that unparalleled legend back then. Moreover, if she doesn't listen to Xuelou, where can she go in this world? Seeing that she no longer objected, Xiao Yunting raised his hand, ready to help her up.However, as soon as he touched her wrist, he was taken aback—before she could hastily withdraw his hand, his fingers stuck out like lightning, and immediately grabbed her pulse door: "What's wrong? You... ...your pulse condition..." "It's okay." She shook off his hand, calmly, "I was hurt by the jade flute of the Mei family." Xiao Yunting's complexion changed, and she opened her sleeves, and gasped after seeing it: on her pale arm, there were six plum blossom-shaped bruises nailed to Shenmen, Neiguan, Qu The six acupoints Chi, Taiyuan, Chize, and Kongzu were distributed all the way up her arm, and the entire meridian of the right arm was nailed to death! "Yellow Crane Tower blows the jade flute, and plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng." Su Wei stood up staggeringly holding the Xuewei sword, with a wry smile on her lips: "Jiangzuo Mei's family really lived up to its reputation - from the information provided by Lanxue Pavilion , It’s far from enough. Fortunately, if it’s me, if it’s someone else, it’s likely that nine lives will be put in.” "..." Xiao Yunting took a deep breath and murmured, "But Bing Jie's information is never wrong." She sneered slightly and said nothing, pulled the sleeve he was holding, covered her injured arm, and turned her head stubbornly. "If you're so injured, why don't you go back to the building to find Doctor Mo?!" Xiao Yunting was startled, "You don't even have a bandage, and you still spend every day in this tavern, don't you want to die? If you continue like this, This arm will be destroyed!" However, Su Wei was not moved. She just walked to the door and stopped to look at him. That glance was so profound that he suddenly felt the chill of a blade passing through his body, and he remained silent. "Ah... If my arm is crippled," she smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips, "you wouldn't come to me to go back to Tingxuelou, would you?" Without waiting for his answer, she turned her head and walked away. The setting sun fell on her crimson clothes, dyeing her a lonely color, as if she was walking in the boundless color of blood. On Beimang Mountain, the grass is green and the wind reverberates. The girl in scarlet clothes sat with her knees hugged in the sea of ​​grass, surrounded by long grass half a person's height, her figure felt even more lonely, like a rose blooming deep in the wilderness, lonely and dazed.She stayed on the grass slope all day long, searching one place after another. She didn't know what she found on a stone, so she fell silent and remained motionless for a long time. Looking from behind, her shoulders were twitching slightly, as if she was crying silently. Behind the curtain, someone sighed slightly, it was a man's voice. "It's not like...it's really not like at all." "Bi Luo, do you think Xue Wei's new owner should be like Miss Jing?" Hong Chen frowned, and inserted the folded chrysanthemum into the vase. Bi Luo nodded: "It should be more or less strong - even if it is like you, it will be better." "Oh, I don't want her to be like me." Hong Chen smiled, "A child like Wei'er is a child raised by a good family, and a normal person who can cry and laugh. If possible, I think Miss Jing would like to be like this Wei'er." grew up the same way." "That's right." The man behind the curtain sighed again and looked away, "It's just that a child who grows up like this is never used to life and death, and will never become a person like Miss Jing. I'm afraid he will disappoint Yun Ting's hope." ?” Hong Chen nodded, and looked at the girl sitting alone on the hillside in the distance: "I heard that she doesn't want to kill any more." "Heh, in fact, in the past five years, Labor Xuewei seems to have shot only seven or eight times," Bi Luo sneered, a little disdainful, "If you are afraid of seeing blood, why bother to step into the rivers and lakes?" "Jianghu is not a place to kill people—at least for this girl, her initial imagination is definitely not like this." Hong Chen retorted, "That's why she is so sad now." The man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes and nodded slightly, with a dignified look on his face. "The rivers and lakes she imagined must be what Yun Ting looked like when she first saw Yun Ting by the Luoshui." Hong Chen's eyes darkened. At the ferry on a rainy night, a stunning girl came here with a sword in her hand, just to find the river and lake in her heart.The tavern is dilapidated, and the wine is newly released. When the masters are in the room, they are silent, black and white have their own concerns, and only the young man in white is in the seat. Come out and invite her to join the rivers and lakes. ——This is such a colorful and charming prelude, just like the beginning of a legend. But, after that? After the prologue of the legend kicked off, the blood color gradually revealed.Over the years, swords, swords and power struggles tore away the initial perfect impression, her hands were stained with blood, and she struggled between life and death, right and wrong, following and leaving. This originally innocent girl has gradually begun to doubt her original dream, and she is in great pain. . But, everyone here, who has never experienced such a process of reshaping after being torn? Hong Chen let out a breath, and looked outside the curtain—between the green grass, the girl was sitting alone, holding the Xuewei Sword in her arms, and pressed her cheek against it.Under the magnolia tree in the distance, someone was watching from a distance like her, and a purple dress was flying in the wind.Hong Chen saw that person at a glance, his eyes were slightly concentrated, and he remained silent. Bi Luo spoke again at this moment: "Has Yun Ting gone back?" "Well, I went back to Luoyang early in the morning." Hongchen came back to his senses and sighed, "I heard that there is something very important to discuss with Miss Zhao. It seems to be about trying the sword with Luo Fu Villa." "Trying Sword Villa?" Obviously, she has retired for a long time, and Bi Luo is no longer familiar with this gang that emerged more than ten years ago. After thinking about it, she just said, "Speaking of which, most of the internal affairs in the building are now managed by Miss Zhao. ——Is her eyes better now? Is Dr. Mo's medicine useful?" "Well, I heard it's getting worse and worse," Hong Chen shook his head, with a pitiful tone, "Except for the faint shadows of people that can be seen when the sun is shining at noon, it seems that he is almost blind." Fingers paused on the strings, Bi Luo sighed: "This child is really suffering." "Yeah. I was born with bad eyesight, and I couldn't learn martial arts. Both of my parents died and I had to live under the fence of Tingxuelou, buried in the pile of old papers all year round, alone and helpless." Hongchen murmured, feeling sorry for that woman, " At first, it was considered hopeful, but now that Miss Su suddenly came to the building, it really is..." She stopped talking, shook her head, and said no more, "If Bingjie is in better health and can practice martial arts, if she is the master of Xuewei, she will not be much inferior to Miss Jing... Yun Ting It will be a lot easier too.” After listening to this for a long time, Bi Luo couldn't help but smile: "Speaking of which, Miss Zhao is Zi Mo's half-disciple, why do you care more than Master?" Hong Chen didn't answer, just looked at the purple-clothed woman outside through the curtain, and murmured after a long while: "Zi Mo Huang Quan has completely stopped asking about the affairs in the building after she retired, and this apprentice who has never formally worshiped his master may have already Forget—now, she seems to care more about others." Bi Luo looked at the past with her gaze, and suddenly her fingers brushed subconsciously across the strings. At some point, the purple-clothed woman who had been watching silently for a long time had already sat beside Xuewei's master, gently hugged the girl's shoulders in her arms, whispered something, her expression was as soft as water, like a mother. "Have you found Master?" "Well... I found it." Su Wei whispered, pushing aside the new vines that were climbing on the rock, and stroked a line of words on the stone with her fingers, "Look, this is the word of Master. He has been here before." Zi Mo was slightly startled.Where the line of sight falls, there are indeed handwritings engraved on the stone, with vertical and horizontal strokes, but the words contain endless confusion and sorrow - "This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time." However, what is surprising is that this handwriting seems to have been left just a few months ago! She took a deep breath, and quickly glanced down the mountain: "Who is it that has such a supernatural method, came down to Beimang Mountain without the four guardians noticing it, and then left quietly?" "Master came here...and left again." Su Wei was unhappy, "Where did they go?" Could it be that her master is...Zi Mo was silent for a moment, and finally changed the topic: "Then, now that you have found the Xiying Knife, Yun Ting is also very kind to you—why are you still so unhappy?" Su Wei sighed: "Because... I didn't come to Jianghu to kill people." "However, the rivers and lakes are bound to be full of swords, lights, swords, shadows and bloody battles. With your skill and Xuewei's status, you will inevitably be involved in the battles of all parties when you step here-your master never told you you?" "No. They haven't talked to me about such complicated things." "...Do they want you to enter the rivers and lakes?" "They seem to have different opinions." Su Wei sighed, "Little master wants me to come. She said that when I have mastered my swordsmanship, I should enter the rivers and lakes to start my own life, and not in Xizhou. A life in a small place. But the master doesn't seem to like it very much—they don't talk to each other very often, but they break up when the subject comes up." "Did they all agree afterward?" Su Wei was unhappy: "No - one day, the little master didn't come to teach me. Later, even the master disappeared... I waited for ten days and ten nights, but they didn't show up again. So I had to come out Got them." "I see." Zi Mo sighed softly, stroking the girl's hair. "But... I found that I don't like this kind of rivers and lakes at all. The first time I saw that killing by Luoshui, I felt nauseous." Su Wei murmured, leaning her face on Xue Wei, "I Very useless, often inexplicably soft-handed at critical moments. The people who chased and killed the Tiandaomeng let Mei Jinghao escape again and again... He fled south like crazy, and we kept chasing south .It was not until after Dali was chased that he beheaded him." Having said that, she raised her head, looked at the white clouds on Beiman Mountain, and sighed. That Mei Jinghao originally looked like a nobleman of aristocratic family, but after that cruel pursuit for thousands of miles, in the end, he became crazy and almost collapsed - when they joined forces and beheaded him in Tengchong... When he cut his head, his expression was inexplicably laughing! "His expression is so scary... so scary!" Su Wei's voice suddenly trembled: "That was the first time I killed someone!" Zi Mo hugged her shoulders tightly and comforted her: "The Heavenly Dao League and Tingxuelou have been enemies for many years, killing countless disciples in my building. If you cut off his head, everyone in Tingxuelou will be grateful to you." Hearing this, Su Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured: "But in the past few years, every time I complete a task, I feel uncomfortable for a long time." "I understand." Zi Mo patted her on the head, "You hate bleeding, don't you?" "Yeah... Especially when I want to kill those whose martial arts are not as good as mine, I feel extremely disgusted with myself. I feel that the swordsmanship and martial arts I have learned for so many years are definitely not for doing these things!" Su Wei rubbed her hands desperately, as if they were stained with blood, "Did you know? When Tengchong killed Mei Jinghao, a passerby happened to pass by - Yun Ting wanted to kill that person without even thinking about it." Silence! If I hadn't stopped him, I'm afraid that person would have been decapitated inexplicably." Zi Mo sighed: "At that time, Yunting didn't want outsiders to know that the leader of Tiandao League was Mei Jinghao?" "I don't know what he thinks, but even so, you can't kill people randomly!" Su Wei whispered, "Since that day, I have been thinking: In fact, what Yunting asked me to do may not be right. ..." Zi Mo sighed: "There is no absolute right or wrong in the affairs of the rivers and lakes - I heard that Xuelou and Tiandaomeng have killed each other for decades, and revenge each other, who would go after who was right and who was wrong in the first place? ?” "But, I hate killing!" Su Wei held Xue Wei tightly, and said in a low voice, "Senior, tell me, why didn't Miss Jing back then have such distress?" "Because Miss Jing is different from you." Zi Mo smiled and raised her eyes to look at the sky, "She was born and grew up in a sea of ​​blood—for her, killing is just an inevitable means of survival. When a After something becomes inevitable, people will no longer think about whether it should be done, but how to do it better." Su Wei was startled, blinking her eyes, as if recalling the deep meaning of this sentence. "Didn't your master tell you this?" "Yeah..." Su Wei murmured, "They didn't tell me anything." Zi Mo's eyes darkened slightly, and she didn't continue talking—it turned out that her master was so careful to maintain her growth, preventing her from seeing the ferocious blood behind the legend.That being the case, presumably this girl doesn't know about the terrible curse of the sword she possesses, does she? "Xuewei, the ominous sword. It is easy to kill, but it is harmful to the master. Anyone who holds this sword will not end well." From Shu Xuewei to Miss Jing to Lord Shi... Which one of the previous masters of Xuewei was not haunted by a curse?Now, that sword has passed into her hands again. "I don't want to kill any more," Su Wei said softly, "So, I'd rather not heal the wound on my arm." Zi Mo couldn't help laughing, what a naive child... Do you think you can get out of the vortex without healing your wounds and giving up the power you have? "Besides, I... I don't like Miss Zhao either." After a long silence, Su Wei bit the corner of her lips and added in a low voice, "I don't know why, I don't like her at all." Zi Mo couldn't help laughing, and looked at the girl: "So it's because of jealousy?" "That's not true." Su Wei blushed, buried her head in her elbows, and murmured, "She...she is very gloomy! It makes people feel chilly and uncomfortable. I think she must not like me either." "Yeah," the smile on Zi Mo's face narrowed slightly, as if thinking of something, his expression dimmed, his brows gradually frowned, silently looking at the separated white clouds on Beiman Mountain, and he said for a long time: "So, Wei'er, what do you want now? How about it?——You are only in your early twenties, and it is the time when you are shining in the martial arts, are you going to retire from the world and leave Tingxuelou?" "I want to leave, but I don't know where to go." Su Wei murmured, but her expression was dazed and helpless, "If I leave Tingxuelou, I really don't know where to go...except Tingxuelou, Nowhere seems to belong to me." She lowered her head and looked at the green grass all over the slope, and a drop of crystal tears suddenly burst into her eyes. "I like Yunting very much..." "But what he likes is not me." In the Lanxue Pavilion, the dim light passes through the door, and casts mottled spots on the bookshelves lined up with each other. The woman climbed down from a ladder, holding an old book in her hand—she was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a beautiful complexion, an oval face, and eyebrows that were as light as smoke. White, almost transparent.She was wearing a moon-white shirt, the white was light and soft, as if it was the traces of vicissitudes left after being washed countless times, like the moonlight in early spring, completely different from the snow-like white dress worn by the young master in the pavilion. different. The light in the room was very dark, but she walked through it familiarly, walking around the piled books and walking towards herself, her feet were like flowing clouds, without stopping at all. "Bingjie, I found that you seem to be able to know everything around you without looking at all." Watching her approaching, the young man in white suddenly smiled slightly, stood up and helped her, "Sometimes, I really want to sneak up on you on the road." Put on a bench and see if you will fall?" "Master, you are joking," the woman smiled, "If you break Bingjie, what good will it do you?" "That's right, Mr. Zhao is Tingxuelou's treasure now—if your brain breaks, I'm really going to go crazy." Xiao Yunting also laughed, "I often think: why no matter what you do, you You seem to be more calm and confident than others? When you were interviewing Master Ye in Jianjian Villa, your manner of speaking was really admirable." Zhao Bingjie also smiled, and sat down beside him: "It's very simple - because I knew from a young age that my eyes would lose sight one day, so, while I still had a little vision, I desperately grasped every line of sight. bright." Xiao Yunting stared at her with complex expressions, including admiration and admiration, as well as some unrecognizable expressions. The first time I saw this woman was more than ten years ago.At that time, her parents were hunted down and fled to Luoyang for thousands of miles—her father was cut into pieces to protect their mother and daughter before entering Luoyang, and the seriously injured mother led her to run for three hours, finally When he came to Tingxue Tower, he pushed her into the door with all his strength and then fell to the ground and died. At that time, at the age of thirteen, he was preparing to go out with his father. As soon as the door opened, a thin girl was pushed into his arms. Her whole body was cold and she seemed to be dead. Then she flew into the door. mother's head. Later, she stayed and lived in the shade of Tingxuelou. She was born with a physical disability and was unable to practice martial arts, but she was unwilling to rely on others to live a useless life, so she took the initiative to do what she could.First, I helped the envoy in Lanxue Pavilion to sort out some documents and files. However, half a year later, the astonishing memory of this weak woman was impressive, and everyone gradually entrusted her with some more complicated things.Later, after Nan Chu's recommendation, she simply let her follow Zi Mo who lives in seclusion in Beimang Mountain, and devote herself to studying espionage information. This orphan girl has astonishing aptitude. In less than ten years, she has become a master. She is calm and sophisticated, meticulous and vigilant. She not only manages the Lanxue Pavilion, but also manages the Tingxue Pavilion. ". Who would have thought that the dying girl back then would become such a person? In just a short moment, he had been far away, but Zhao Bingjie smiled in his ear, and continued the topic above: "Young Master, you should be more careful. The light in this pavilion is dim, and there are many things. If you are not careful, don't bump into the bookshelf." That's good." "I'm not afraid," Xiao Yunting laughed loudly, "I played hide-and-seek with you here when I was a teenager. Are you afraid of bumping into the bookshelf?" Zhao Bingjie also smiled, her eyebrows were warm and stretched, as if flowing with warm light. "It's so strange," Xiao Yunting sighed: "I don't know why, no matter how disturbing things are outside, once I come to you, my heart will become quiet——Bing Jie, do you know any magic tricks?" "Then you are welcome to come often." She smiled slightly, "But you are too busy." "Can you still see now?" He stared at her, her pupils were empty, as if she didn't respond to the light at all, he couldn't help whispering, "I'm not afraid of falling if I climb such a high ladder to find a book." come down." Zhao Bingjie shook her head with a smile: "It's okay, I have already known the location of each volume by heart, and I can find it with my eyes closed." While talking, she handed over the booklet she found out, and explained: "My lord, look, this is the information on the Ye family of Luofu Jianjian Villa. If the Southern Martial Arts League has reached an agreement, then the Sword Trial Villa, which rose fifteen years ago, will be the ally we most need to make." Xiao Yunting flipped through the file and sighed: "Jiangzuo Mei's family and Tingxuelou have been friends for many years. They are known as the most famous family in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are actually the leaders of the Tiandao League. Over the years, they have secretly assembled forces and tried several times to get along with Tingxuelou Lou Zhengba——Five years ago, I was attacked near Luoshui and almost lost my life." "But the landlord didn't reveal the identity of the Mei family on the spot." Zhao Bingjie smiled. "Yes, I listened to what you said." Xiao Yunting closed his eyes and patted the handrail lightly. "You are right. The Mei family is too powerful. Unless it can be eradicated in one fell swoop, we can't startle the enemy. In that counterattack, I only Killing Mei Jinghao who is the head of the family has not yet cut off the branch power of the other six chambers—so, it is inconvenient to tear our faces, and we can only pretend to be confused for the time being." Zhao Bingjie nodded: "In the past few years, the host has quietly cut off the wings, and finally uprooted them." "No," Xiao Yunting said in a low voice, "the Mei family has not been 'rooted' uprooted yet." "What? Is there still a living?" Zhao Bingjie lost her voice and changed her face. "With Miss Su's martial arts, after Mei Jinghao's death, the second brother Mei Jinghan is no match for her at all, so how can she let her go?" Xiao Yunting was silent for a moment, but finally said lightly: "Maybe Wei'er is soft-hearted." "There are still twenty-six members of the Mei family. No matter whether they know martial arts or not, it will be a serious problem if they stay." Zhao Bingjie lowered her eyebrows and said after a long time: "Although Miss Su is the owner of Xuewei, in terms of personality, she is actually a serious trouble." It's very different from Miss Jing." "That's right." Xiao Yunting nodded and sighed, "Now I won't let her meddle in the Mei family's affairs anymore." "The landlord loves her very much." Zhao Bingjie stroked the scroll, "It's just that I'm afraid she is not from the world." Xiao Yunting was startled, closed his eyes, sighed slightly, but did not answer. "Who do you think her master will be?" After a long silence, he opened his mouth. "I think, since she inherited the Xuewei Sword, she must have something to do with Lord Shi Mingyan." Zhao Bingjie frowned and murmured - after Lord Shi left Tingxuelou, there was no news. Looking for Xuewei, but found nothing, it must be hidden somewhere very well. "But there is still a question," Xiao Yunting frowned, "Who is her other master 'Mr. Mu'?" "This..." Zhao Bingjie groaned, shaking her head. Xiao Yunting didn't continue to ask anymore - he knew that unless he was 90% sure, Bing Jie would never express his guess at will. "In any case, I owe her." He murmured, "Wei'er has been very unhappy since she met me." He smiled and sighed: "Actually, I really hope that she can continue to be happy—just like the first time I saw her beside Luoshui, her black hair was covered with rain, her eyes were clear and transparent, as if A rose that just bloomed is amazing." In the dark room, the woman raised her head and stared at him quietly with complicated eyes. "Does the young master like her?" "A little bit..." He smiled lightly, but his eyes flickered a little, as if the other self under the double pupil was hesitating, "But I don't know if I like her because of Xuewei, or just because she is—— I don’t know if her hand is really crippled, will I keep her in Tingxuelou at all costs? I can’t figure this out, and I can’t be sure of my heart.” Xiao Yunting shook his head and sighed: "But no matter what, it's really unlucky for her to meet me." Zhao Bingjie looked at him, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she smiled like an insight: "It sounds like, although the son is seventy percent guilty in his heart, he is also threepoint proud." "Really?" He was startled, a little embarrassed, but suddenly smiled, "Bing Jie, as a woman, sometimes it's better not to be too smart." "Heh," Zhao Bingjie also laughed, the light in his eyes dimmed in an instant, and he said, "Young master has been supporting Tingxuelou all these years, it is indeed too hard. Someone needs to help." She walked up behind him silently, raised her hands, and gently pressed on his temples, "The heyday of Tingxuelou came to an end with the death of both the dragon and the phoenix. Nan Gangzhu is also a casual person who doesn't care about world affairs - when it is handed over to the young master, the situation has already gone from bad to worse." “是啊，守业更比创业艰难，我是心力交瘁了。”萧筠庭喃喃，揉着眉心，“所以在洛水旁看到血薇出鞘时，才会觉得仿佛天意降临。却不料……” “却不料什么？”赵冰洁为他揉着太阳穴，低声接上：“当日楼主以为已得绝世利剑，不日可成绝世功业——却不料佳人掌中虽有利剑、心中却无利剑？要知道，世上毕竟只有一个舒靖容，也只有一个萧忆情。” “可能的确是我错了。”萧筠庭苦笑摇头，“但那时是病急乱投医。” “那接下来公子准备将她怎么办呢？”赵冰洁轻声问，“就让她住在北邙山？” 萧筠庭翻看着手里的试剑山庄资料，眉头微微蹙起：“或许我会娶她。” 手指在他太阳穴上忽然停住，柔软而冰凉。 “我不能让血薇离开听雪楼，”他淡淡的开口，“你应该明白血薇对听雪楼来说意味着什么。无论如何，就算薇儿再也无法拔剑，她依旧是血薇的主人——光凭着这一点，我就不能让她离开。如果她离开了，楼中的人心必然涣散，武林中那些人也会趁机发难。” 赵冰洁没有说话，只是沉默地呆在他身后静静听着，呼吸细微。 “那么，”终于，她用一种几乎听不见的声音低声问，“我呢？” 他微微怔了一下，然后很快笑了：“我希望你永远在我身边。” 他抬起头，按住了她放在自己鬓边的双手，叹息：“没有人比你更懂得我的心思，冰洁。你手上虽无利剑、但心中却有百万雄兵。这些年你一直在这里，每次我遇到问题来询问你时，你都能给我满意的答案——这让我觉得很安心。” 她站在暗影里，双手微凉，却没有回答。 “冰洁？”他似乎才觉得微微不妥，愕然抬头，“你怎么了？” 她终于笑了一笑，手指再度舒展，揉着他的额头，低声：“我当然会一直在……自从十四岁被南楼主和秦夫人收留开始，我就决定在听雪楼度过余生。” “那也不成，”萧筠庭微笑起来，“你已经二十六了，总不成一辈子不出嫁啊。” 赵冰洁帮他按摩着额头，轻笑：“等到了要走的时候，我自然会走。” 她叹息着：“只是那之前，还是让我多侍奉公子一日吧。” 在他离开后，岚雪阁又只剩下了她一个人。 一个人，一盏灯，四壁书。十几年来一直如此。 赵冰洁抬起头来，眼神淡淡地看着四周，忽然间叹了一口气，抬起手掠了掠发丝，从案上如山堆积的文牒底部，抽了一本破旧的小册子出来。她剔亮了灯，将那本书凑到光旁边，努力凝聚起微弱的视力，一行行地看了下来，手指一行一行的划过那些名字，苍白的脸上没有表情。 silence. 哒的一声，有一滴透明的泪水，落到了薄脆的书页上。