"Lying down in white clothes in the new year, the white gate is sparse and full of meaning. The red building looks cold across the rain, and the beaded foil lanterns return alone. " Outside the window is the faint mist of the deep mountains in the morning, and the cool aroma of the leaves blown by the mountain wind.In the secluded mountain, there is actually a small Taoist temple with white walls and black tiles, as if a small dewdrop is dotted in the green mountain scenery. Most of the red paint has peeled off on the mountain gate, and the words "Baiyun Palace" are written in elegant characters.

Under the green screen window, a woman in plain clothes and with tied hair looked at the mountain scenery outside the window, and she had been thinking for a long time.The Zihao dipped in ink lightly touched the snow-white paper, and a large ink-colored flower bloomed.And the woman in the dress and hair seemed to be remembering something, and she was in a daze. After half an hour, there were only two lines written on the snow-white note. After all, it was already late autumn, and although the fire was burning in the room, the fingertips still felt chilly. Bicheng Mountain has always been quiet, so this winter, it will be very cold again?

The woman by the window, Fang Dang, was young, with bright eyes and bright teeth, but she was wearing a Taoist robe, and her plain clothes were spotless. Her long black hair was tied up in a jade crown. "Life Poetry Collection".He holds the pen with plain hands, his demeanor is quiet and calm, and he has the atmosphere of the undergrowth. He can tell at a glance that he is of extraordinary background. At this time, it was the late Jing Dynasty, Taoism was advocated in the court, and it was very common for women from royal families to ask themselves to become monks as female crowns. There were also many princesses and beggars who were Taoists and built temples outside.However, even if they become monks, those women's crowns with golden branches and jade leaves stay near the imperial capital Chang'an, and those who pay and sing are suave and elegant literati, and the voice of romance spreads in the court and the public.

——And the little Baiyun Palace in Bicheng Mountain is neither a famous mountain nor a famous ancient temple. It is located in the remote mountains of eastern Zhejiang, and there is no incense on weekdays.It is surprising that there is such a female crown from a noble family here. The young female crown in Taoist attire was fascinated by the scenery of late autumn on the deep mountain for a while, and just now she wanted to continue writing Li Yishan's poem, but she heard hurried footsteps outside the door. The rare moment of tranquility was broken again. The plain-clothed woman who was writing the pen sighed, and casually pulled a copy of "The Jade Emperor's Heart Seal Scripture" to cover the poetry collection of Yu Bisheng on the case, and put the letterhead with two sentences in her arms .As soon as he put down the Zihao, he turned his head and saw a few junior sisters standing in panic outside the threshold.

Although those girls with tight hair in the same Taoist attire looked anxious, they knew the temper of the second senior sister Hua Ying, so they didn't dare to open their mouths and shouted casually, so they had to wait outside. "Ah... so urgent, what's the matter?" The woman named Huaying lowered her brows and asked. "Second, Second Senior Sister! It's not good...the sect master and the sixth junior sister went down the mountain today and ran into people from the Cauldron Pavilion. As a result, the sixth junior sister couldn't hold back and fought with them and was finally taken away by them—— "It was the third junior sister Hua Yun who spoke. She was already in a hurry, but now that something happened, she became even more flustered, and she spoke surprisingly fast.

"The people from the Tripod Sword Pavilion again?" Somewhat impatiently, Hua Ying frowned—these days, every day I heard that the people from the Tripod Sword Pavilion would be bad for Baiyun Palace, and everyone in the palace seemed to be facing a big enemy.However, she followed her master to become a monk and practiced Taoism halfway, but she didn't know where the grievances between this little extraterrestrial Taoist temple and that mysterious organization in the world came from. Since that rainy night seven years ago, when she was still the daughter of the eunuch, she knelt down and begged her master, who had wandered here, to do Hua, and Master Jingming graciously agreed to take her into the mountain.

In the following seven years, although the master treated her very well, he never told her about the past of Baiyun Palace. Naturally, she didn't care about the grievances between the rivers and lakes. ——She bundled up her hair and took refuge in the blue lantern and yellow scroll, just to abandon all mortal relationships. "Has such a big incident happened, does the master know?" After pondering for a while, she asked her fellow disciples. "Master seems to be suffering from a headache again today. He retreated and meditated in Tianxin Pavilion, and ordered not to be disturbed—who would dare to disobey what the master said? That's why we are in a hurry! Second Senior Sister, what do you think? People are the most powerful ones, they are fierce and ruthless, I am worried that the senior sister in charge will be killed by them?"

Hua Ying only asked a question, but Hua Yun said everything he could say in one breath. "The most powerful?" Only then was she slightly startled, Huaying stood up, and her fingers brushed over the case involuntarily, but knocked off the Huzhou Zihao on the pen holder, "So, it is the master of the Dingjian Pavilion. Feng Jianyue came in person?!" "Oh, it's not the master of the Feng Pavilion—although he is the master of the Cauldron Pavilion, he is not the one with the most powerful martial arts!" Seeing that the second senior sister still had a ignorant expression at this time, Hua Yun couldn't help becoming anxious, "Second Senior Sister, why are you still so confused? Have you completely forgotten the 'person' whom Master repeatedly told us to be careful of?"

"Ah, it's that 'Shocking Sword'!" Huaying finally remembered and blurted out. Although she has been in the Baiyun Palace for seven years, her Taoism and martial arts cultivation is already the highest in the same school, but she is a bit indifferent to the anecdotes and grievances in the arena, and she comes from a family of officials. Even more indifferent. However, despite this, she still remembers the name - the female crown who is concentrating on meditation in the deep mountains does not know the mystery and importance of this name in the rivers and lakes. She just remembers the repeated explanation of the master before the retreat: If you come to Baiyun Palace to make trouble, you must be careful, especially the young man who is called "Shocking Sword" in the world.

Jianghu... This so-called Jianghu martial arts world seems to be very different from the original world that I have worked so hard to escape from. However, when I understand it, I find that it is the same. It was just another snare. Hua Ying sighed, something happened to Hua Qing, the senior elder sister of the sect leader, and she was the leader in Baiyun Palace, she could not shirk this matter no matter what - and although she was indifferent and idle on weekdays, the relationship between Hua Qing and her There are also many grievances, but when an important event is imminent, she knows where her important responsibility lies.

"Where did they hold Senior Sister and Sixth Junior Sister?" She stood up, turned behind the screen, changed out of the wide Taoist robe, and took off the strong clothes she usually wore when practicing swords. It made her soft and beautiful face suddenly more heroic. While asking, she raised her hand to take down the long sword hanging on the wall, flicked her wrist slightly, and a white light flew out like a dragon with a "choke", wandering uncertainly between her fingers.With the sword in hand, Huaying lowered her head and stared at the ray of green on the sword's edge, with a solemn look on her brows, her demeanor was calm and calm. All the senior sisters held their breaths and looked at the second senior sister with admiration and envy in their eyes. Ningbi sword is one of the three treasures of Baiyun Palace, and it is also the sword that the master always carries with him. Even the elder sister Hua Qing is not allowed to touch it.However, on a moonlit night a year ago, Huaying had practiced swordsmanship for five years. According to the palace practice, she sat on a futon with her master in the Tianxin Pavilion, and each used two sticks of sandalwood as swords to learn the way of swordsmanship. The dense smoke of sandalwood and the sparkle of fire circled back at an astonishing speed in the dim room, drawing patterns that dazzled the onlookers. All the people watching, including Hua Qing, who is the senior sister in charge, can barely see that the second junior sister and the master are using extremely fast and ingenious sword techniques to test each other, changing rapidly, but they can't see every move The direction of each style.In the dimly lit room, only the red light flowing in the sky can be seen. There was silence in Tianxin Pavilion, and the sound of breathing could hardly be heard. Everyone was sweating and heavily clothed, watching the dim red light spot cruising at an alarming speed without blinking—even though they were from the same sect, they were on the sidelines. No one can imagine that the Baiyun Qianhuan swordsmanship, which is also from our sect, can reach such a fierce and miraculous state. A quarter of an hour later, like the wind, the sandalwood in the master's hand pierced through the empty door and pierced the eyebrows of the second senior sister, but senior sister Hua Ying did not move her eyebrows. That stick of incense touched Hua Ying's beautiful eyebrows. All the teachers and sisters stepped forward in surprise, but saw the always stern and solemn master suddenly smiled and threw the incense in his hand onto the futon—the incense was gone and the ashes were cold.Staring blankly at the residual fragrance on the ground for a while, the master said emotionally, "Hua Ying, you actually won the title of master!" When the word came out, everyone around was shocked. "Master is above me, I dare not say I am superior." Huaying, who was sitting on the futon, was still as respectful as usual, and slowly bowed to salute, "Master, please forgive me for being presumptuous." The smile on the master's face deepened, his cold and haggard face became warmer, he raised his hand to caress the apprentice's long black and smooth hair, and sighed: "If you took my trick just now, it would definitely break my hand!" Sandalwood. But you are pure in nature, you don’t want to see the master lose face in front of all the disciples, but you just use sword energy to extinguish the flame on my incense, and let the teacher hit your eyebrow—is it right?” "I don't dare." Unexpectedly, the master would tell the truth in public, and the quiet woman became a little embarrassed. Daoist Jingming sighed softly, but the sigh was full of tenderness and admiration: "Hua Ying, I did not accept you by mistake, you are a good disciple of my teacher—" With a sigh, the master suddenly took off the sword and handed it to the female disciple who just graduated from the master: "Now, in terms of sword skills, you are more worthy of this Ningbi than the master... Take it well." "Master..." Huaying was taken aback, and when she looked up, she saw the envious and envious eyes of all the teachers and sisters.The eldest sister stared at her eyes, almost flying a knife - no wonder she is so, the Ningbi sword is a treasure of Baiyun Palace, and only the palace master can wear it. Now the master passed it to Hua Ying, and took Hua What is the difference in the position of Qing's head senior sister? Hua Ying wanted to refuse, but the master's eyes instantly turned cold, and he returned to the usual cold and haggard, which made all the disciples respect and fear, and dared not disobey: "The senior sister in charge is still in front of Hua Qing, just calm down. The green sword is yours—you don’t need to worry, the sword must be returned to the owner who can subdue it, otherwise you will suffer from it.” She turned her head and looked at the eldest disciple: "Hua Qing, although you are capable in handling things, your martial arts cultivation is still not up to par - this is for your own good, do you hear me?" Senior sister Huaqing Nuonuo agreed, but Guazi still had a cold and sharp expression on her face.A group of junior sisters looked at the Ningbi sword in her hand. Although they felt that the second senior sister was usually very kind to people, their eyes could not help showing jealousy and admiration at this time. Hua Ying saw everyone's expressions in her eyes, her heart felt cold, and she secretly sighed. I hope that I will never use this sword. However, within a year, when a big event was imminent, he already had to act. With the sword in hand, Huaying's beautiful brows slowly gathered a solemn aura, and the light in her eyes flickered.This female crown from a noble family seems to have changed into another person at this moment. After thinking about it, she picked Hua Yun and a few junior sisters to rush to rescue people, and she ordered the rest to guard the Tianxin Pavilion—after all, the master is in retreat there, and the treasure of the palace, Qingluanhua, is also there , don't be careless. ※※※ Bicheng Mountain is more than a hundred miles away from Lin'an, and it was already dusk when we arrived in the city.A group of young women in costumes hurried on the road, Hua Yun led the way and explained eagerly.Hua Ying listened quietly, her eyes were calm, but she kept skimming the familiar scenery around her one by one, her fingers clasped the Ningbi sword at her waist. Lin'an... yes, Lin'an. How many years... Except for the one time when her mother passed away five years ago, this is the first time she has come back. "It's raining." Suddenly, feeling something cool falling on her face, Seventh Junior Sister Hua Yang looked up at the sky.The evening clouds were all together, misty and rainy, and a faint mist rose from the nearby lake, just like a dream. In the hometown of clouds and water, it is not suitable for autumn to return to dreams. When the first drop of rain fell on her face, Huaying's heart trembled violently, as if an invisible hand had plucked the invisible string in her heart.She suddenly looked back at the long embankment with willows on the lake. However, the autumn willows are just swaying in the cold wind before the rain, empty and empty. "Second Senior Sister..." I don't know how long it took, but I heard Fourth Junior Sister Hua Yun remind me in a low voice, "We have inquired about it. The seven people who came to Dingjiange this time all live in Lin'an City. In Wanghu Building." Huaying woke up suddenly, she let go of her hand, and the Ningbi sword fell to the bluestone ground with a clang. In her hand... is she holding a sword in her hand? ! ——That's right, today's Hua Ying is no longer the Xue Chuyan of the past.She is from the rivers and lakes, and she entered the city with a sword to rescue her fellow disciples! When the rain started to fall harder, they had already entered the Wanghu Tower. "Everyone, the young master upstairs said that he is waiting for you in the Accord at the east end of the third floor." The waiter downstairs seemed to know the purpose of the group of women wearing swords, and just said this before avoiding it.Hua Ying led the junior sisters in, and found that the huge lake-watching building was actually empty—the Dingjian Pavilion is so grand, it actually occupied the entire floor? Huaying secretly clenched the sword in her hand, thinking about how skilled the opponent must be, she was secretly nervous. She doesn't know much about the so-called "Jianghu", and it is rare for her to be directly involved in disputes.A few times in the past, most of the masters and senior sisters came forward, and she just needed to help out--now she had to come out alone, and she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Wanghu Tower is not an isolated building. Several pavilions and pavilions are connected one after another, with overhanging eaves and corners, overlooking the misty West Lake. Huaying led her junior sisters up the stairs, and the footsteps of the girls resounded alone in the empty Wanghu Tower.She was a little flustered and felt cold sweat on her palms - she didn't dare to think about how to solve today's matter. Will they do it?Will it force her to kill? To kill—what a dreadful thing!How shocked the parents would be if they knew that their daughter, who was knowledgeable about books and etiquette, could draw a sword to kill people now—she was so resolute in saying that she wanted to become a monk and practice Taoism, but in the end she took the advantage of killing people. sword…… When Hua Ying was thinking about this, she had already climbed to the second floor, and looked over there, the West Lake was filled with smoke and waves in the twilight, she looked as far as she could, wanting to see the locked door among the weeping willows on the Baidi. After the death of the mother, the father should have left Lin'an to find another mansion by now, right?Even if the former residence could be seen, all that remained was an empty house. However, in the twilight, even that empty house was invisible. Huaying and her junior sisters walked silently in the Wanghu Building, and they had almost reached the third floor, the highest. Suddenly, his footsteps slowed down, his heart contracted, and he felt a sharp murderous aura.Instinctively, he flicked his thumb lightly, and with a slight sound, the Ningbi Sword popped out of Tun's mouth. Hua Ying paused on the stairs, looked up from the window beside the stairs, and looked at the third floor. Through the dense rain in late autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, she saw the back of a man from the easternmost window.That person was leaning against the window and looking into the distance, looking in the direction of the end of the Baidi.Looking through the window from the stairs, he could only see the other party with purple clothes and black hair, and an unsheathed long sword lay horizontally on the coffee table in front of him, shining brightly in the twilight. The man tied his long hair with a silver silk ribbon, and the whole person looked cold and silent in the twilight. However, she took a deep breath—that fierce murderous aura emanated from this person.And... for some reason, there was a familiarity in this person's back that made her inexplicably terrified. Hua Ying involuntarily stopped on the stairs, and the younger sisters who followed her also stopped. "You don't have to think about it! The Qingluan Flower in Baiyun Palace will never give it to you beasts! "Do you think the master will agree to you because of the two of us? "Tell you, master has said that Dingjiange and Baiyun Palace are enemies for generations, and they would rather destroy the Qingluan flower than fall into the hands of you bastards!" However, at this moment, the clear voice of the sixth junior sister Hua Chang was heard upstairs. Most of the female disciples in Baiyun Palace are quiet and taciturn because of their pure cultivation, and it is rare for them to be as sharp-tongued as the sixth junior sister. "We just want to borrow the green luan flower - the flower will bloom again next year, but our pavilion master will die if we don't take the medicine in time! Human life is at stake, how can your master be so unreasonable." Looking through the window, the man in purple was still leaning on the window, without making a sound, the voice of another Ding Jiange disciple sounded from the building, perhaps because of anxiety, the tone was high-pitched, and slightly trembling. Hua Ying was slightly startled: So, this time, the tripod sword pavilion approached Baiyun Palace in a big way, because of the blue luan flower? Qingluan flower is one of the three treasures of Bicheng. It is said that it can relieve the poison of Yin, and it is the only one in the world.It has always been cultivated in Tianxin Pavilion, and the master personally takes care of it—but that person is also right, flowers can grow again, and people cannot be resurrected after death.However, Dingjiange and Baiyun Palace have been married for many years, and the master is aloof and withdrawn, and he would not want to hand over the treasure to the enemy. Hua Ying secretly sighed, feeling somewhat disapproving. It turned out that he was forced to do it because of such a flower? "Bah! That guy Feng Jianyue is dead if he dies. What does it have to do with Baiyun Palace? Who told him that he couldn't beat my master fifteen years ago? He deserves it—" Hua Chang, with a sharp tongue, spoke in a clear and clear voice. Rebuttal down. "Snapped"!Suddenly, after a loud voice, Sixth Junior Sister's words were suddenly interrupted. Hua Ying was startled, and saw the man in purple who was leaning against the window move slightly, as if raising his hand to pat the table in front of him, the scabbard on the table jumped up, swept out, and hit Hua Chang's face mercilessly . What a beautiful skill! Huaying wanted to rush upstairs, but for some reason she didn't dare to move.It's just that through the dense rain, looking at Ziyi's back in the window at the east end of the attic, his face is a little pale. "You, you...you hit me!" Hua Chang seemed to be stunned by the sudden beating, and it took a long time before she spoke in a crying voice. "I'm going to kill you, why can't I hit you?" The purple-clothed man leaning against the window finally spoke, his voice was also cold, but with a murderous and arrogant aura, "If you dare to scold the pavilion master, even I also beat women! You are so proud of being favored, how did your master teach you to be a man of the rivers and lakes?" "Okay, anyway, the people in Dingjiange are not good people... I am not afraid of death, you can kill me!" Sixth Junior Sister has always been stubborn, and when she was scolded by others, she became more aggressive, "Kill me, and your pavilion master will kill me!" won't come alive!" "Hua Chang, shut up." In a low voice, the senior sister next to her finally stopped speaking. However, the Sixth Junior Sister had already made up her mind, and she said more sharply: "What is a shocking sword? Don't think that I am afraid of you because you are good at it——I tell you, you are not worthy of carrying shoes for my master! It is our second senior sister." His martial arts are stronger than yours!" The man didn't answer, just snorted coldly. "Second Senior Sister, that Shocking Sword is right up there!" Seeing that the quarrel was getting louder, Hua Yun was afraid that something might happen to Sixth Senior Sister, so he worriedly urged Second Senior Sister to be in a daze. However, after hearing that person's voice, Huaying's body shook suddenly! Both feet seemed to be nailed to the stairs, motionless.She listened to the voice from upstairs, looked at the back of the east window on the stairs, and was so dazed that she didn't even seem to hear what her junior sister said. As if aroused by the prisoner's sharp mouth, the man in purple sneered vaguely, and moved his hand resting on the window lattice. Through the rain, Hua Ying saw a bright light rising across the dim room. "Ah!" At this time, as the second senior sister, she came back to her senses, and it was too late to grab her body. She quickly swept her hand over her temples, flicked her index finger, and with a "ding", the white light suddenly stopped For a moment. "Who?" Someone upstairs yelled, and there was a rush of walking. "Second Senior Sister! Second Senior Sister, are you here?" Hua Chang's voice suddenly rang out in surprise, but the senior sister in charge remained silent without saying a word—Senior Hua Qing was always proud, so naturally she refused to show weakness . There was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the stairs, and several disciples of Dingjiange in white clothes and black cloaks had already snatched them up. The leader, a tall and tall boy with thick eyebrows, clasped his fists and greeted, "Is everyone from Baiyun Palace here? Please, our second son has been waiting for a long time!" gone." However, the woman in plain clothes and with a sword standing on the stairs, leading a group of young female Taoist priests, remained motionless. She just turned her head to look at the window slantingly above, her face gradually paled, and violent changes of trance and shock crossed her unparalleled beauty.Hua Ying bit the corner of her mouth tightly, her thin lips were drawn into a line, and her eyes were erratic. Everyone was shocked by the look on her face, and for a moment no one dared to disturb her. The following junior sisters looked out from the line of sight of the second senior sister, through the scattered autumn rain, they saw the window at the east end of the attic diagonally above.The sky was completely dark, and the Wanghu Building was lit up, making it bright. On the window where the light was scattered, the man in purple was still sitting there, but he had already turned his head and was looking at this side. He is not very young, but the youthful arrogance and sharpness still linger in the corners of his eyes and brows, stubbornly refusing to restrain himself.The brow bone is straight, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lines of the face are neat and clean, like the spine of the ancient sword on the table, which has a sense of arrogance and arrogance. Master Wei with a shocking sword.It has been nearly ten years since this name has become a legend in the Jianghu. Experience and wind and frost have been soaked in his brows, but instead of grinding the eyebrows into a soft and round shape, they are more uninhibited and cold. The second son of the Dingjiange, the Ziyiwei son can startle gods and weep ghosts with his sword drawn, and he comes and goes like the wind on weekdays without leaving a trace. However, at this moment, here, here, looking back at him by the window on the tall building, his eyes are so... mixed with sadness and joy. The rain outside is getting heavier, but even if the rain in the south is heavy, it will not be as violent as pouring, but more lingering and finer, like a fine and dense net, entrapping everything into the palm of the hand. "Huai Bing..." On the stairs, the junior sister next to her heard Huaying's low-pitched whisper. "Xiaoyan?" On the tall building, she gently squeezed her fingers together, feeling the blue porcelain earring tightly pressing against the bones of her hand, and another name spit out from Mr. Wei's mouth. Dark and dense clouds gathered above the West Lake, and the rain poured down silently, weaving a thick barrier in the interlaced sight of the two people, and there was a faint sound of thunder rolling in the clouds. The past suddenly illuminated the bottom of my heart like lightning. ※※※ The soft sedan was moving forward tremblingly, but the girl sitting in the sedan did not care about the shaking at all, holding a volume of book in her hand, she was fascinated by it, and she kept on reciting in a low voice. "Ayan, Jiulisong will be here, are you tired from sitting all the way?" I was watching intently, when I suddenly heard my father's question outside the sedan chair.The girl in brocade clothes trembled, threw the book on the ground in a hurry, kicked it under her skirt to hide it, and sat up straight. "Father, Yan'er is not tired." She lowered her eyes with a smile, lowered her head, and replied softly. The car curtain was lifted, and the father who was accompanying him on horseback poked his head in and nodded in satisfaction when he saw the gentle demeanor of the youngest daughter. It has been nearly a hundred years since the founding of Dajing.After the death of the first king, the court struggle became more and more intense, the royal family declined, eunuchs controlled the government, and government orders had been abolished for a long time. The Jiedu envoys were in charge of all parties and held great power in their hands, and they gradually disobeyed the imperial court's restraint. Xue Zhaoyi, Huainan Jiedu envoy, is already the overlord in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Although he is the overlord of one party, the most he can boast about is this daughter - De Rong is outstanding in speech and workmanship, pure and filial in nature, and everyone he has met praises her. The crown prince will be crowned next year, and his daughter will be in Ji's year. The choice of concubine is already in his plan. However, Xue Chuyan is sixteen years old this year. Although she is unparalleled in beauty, she somehow lacks a kind of charm, like a picture of a beauty without coloring, thin and bleak, lacking in vitality. ——Perhaps it shouldn't have been hiding Ayan in a deep boudoir for many years, so that the sun can't even shine? The Huainan Jiedu envoy, who had a lot of power, stroked his beard and thought. Today was outing, and I heard that the peach blossoms on the edge of the West Lake were blooming well, so I brought out my daughter who had been bored at home for more than a year.His wife, Mrs. Chen, was too weak to accompany her, so she only brought Granny Rong who was close to her. Xue Chuyan breathed a sigh of relief when her father's face disappeared from the sedan chair—a few days ago she secretly brought out a copy of "Yu Bisheng Poetry Collection" from her father's study room. I watched along the road, but unexpectedly my father almost noticed it. She has been reading those "Women's Rules", "Women's Commandments" and other things for fifteen years, and it was only a year ago that she managed to sneak out the first collection of poems from her father's study room, and she has been secretly obsessed with them ever since. go down. I was caught by Mrs. Chen a few times while reading it, but my mother is kind, so it doesn't matter - but if my father saw her reading these things, she would definitely be severely scolded. Those, "Jinse", in the eyes of the father, are all pornographic songs that will teach his daughter badly? But Yishan's poems are really beautiful. When the sound of her father's horse's hooves was far away, Xue Chuyan hurriedly lowered her head, and reached out to touch the collection of poems thrown down in a hurry on the floor of the sedan chair.Then, her expression changed slightly—the book was gone. Did, unexpectedly, fall out of the sedan chair? Oops... In order to change the collection of Yu Bisheng's poems, she secretly took out the book and filled in a copy of "Women's Precepts" that she usually reads, so that her father would not notice that there was an extra space on the bookshelf.If this collection of poems is lost! ...God. That night I stayed in the other courtyard by the West Lake, thinking that I couldn't lose this book, firstly, if my father found it impossible to explain, and secondly, she loved Yishan's poems so much, it would be a pity to lose it.After tossing around in the middle of the night, she finally made a move that surprised even herself—— Standing on tiptoe, he sneaked around the outside room and took a glazed lamp that had been placed there.The accompanying Granny Rong was tired during the day and was sleeping soundly. She didn't realize that this usually quiet and obedient lady was preparing for her first adventure in her life. However, after walking out of the back door of the other courtyard for a while, Xue Chuyan regretted—— She didn't know the way, let alone groping her way back to Jiulisong at night. It had just rained, and the muddy trail on the Baidi was very difficult to walk, and she almost fell several times due to slippery steps. I don't know how far I walked, and I don't know where I went. Seeing that there was still darkness in front of her eyes, she simply stood still. The shoes were full of mud and the clothes were dirty. How can I tell Grandma Rong tomorrow? Woolen cloth? I am really useless, if one thing is not remedied, another flaw will come out. The sixteen-year-old Jiedu Envoy's daughter stood in a daze holding a glazed lantern under a willow tree by the West Lake, not knowing what to do. "Ahem, the desolate sword chapter, I want to live in poverty..." Suddenly, two lines of familiar Li Yishan's poems came from the wind, the low voice was long and cold, accompanied by the rustling sound of pages turning, almost within easy reach. Her eyes lit up, and without thinking, she continued: "Yellow leaves are still windy and windy, and the brothel has its own orchestra—" As she spoke, she raised her head and looked along the source of the voice—— On the willow tree in front, there seemed to be a figure leaning against it. Hearing her crisp answer, the person sitting on the tree seemed to be taken aback, put down the scroll in his hand, and looked up at her.His figure is hidden behind countless willow branches, only his eyes are shining like stars, and his slender hands with protruding knuckles are holding a crisp yellow book. "Oh! That's my book! Give it back to me quickly..." Seeing the book in the other party's hand, Xue Chuyan forgot the etiquette of conversation that was instructed by Qian Dingwan in the past, and blurted out. The man on the tree finally sat up, brushed away the willow branches, and bent down to look at the girl holding the glazed lamp under the tree with great interest, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips as thin as a sword: "Ahem... ...Is it your book? Little girl, ahem, do you like Li Yishan too?" The starlight lightly fell on the face of the man on the tree, and Xue Chuyan could see his face clearly.But in his twenties, he has a very clear face, with straight browbones, straight nose bridge, and clean facial lines. Although his complexion is a bit sickly, he is still imposing. "Jia's Peeping Curtain, Han Yushao"—— For some reason, this poem suddenly jumped into the mind of a sixteen-year-old girl.That's what Han Yu in that line of the poem should look like, right? When she realized what she was thinking, her face immediately blushed—oh my god, what my father said was right, these poems can teach bad people. "Young master... Please, please return the book to me." With a heartbeat, she blushed suddenly, lowered her head and said softly. The glazed lamp reflected her profile, flickering on and off. ※※※ "Second Senior Sister! Second Senior Sister, you are here... This guy, he dares to hit me! Senior Sister, you have to help me!" Seeing Hua Ying, Sixth Senior Sister cried out, her eyes sparkling. The disciples of Baiyun Palace have all seen the sword fight between the second senior sister and the master, so in Hua Chang's heart, he felt that since the second senior sister came, it was more gratifying than the master coming in person: the current embarrassment of himself and the senior sister It's a great loss of face for the master. If the master sees it and goes back, he must be severely punished.Fortunately, the second senior sister who came here was leisurely and gentle, so naturally she wouldn't talk too much when she went back, let alone provoke Master to scold her. However, she only cared about being happy, but she didn't see Senior Sister Huaying's pale face and flickering eyes at all.After all, Hua Qing was more experienced, and saw the abnormality of the second junior sister, but was secretly worried, thinking that the second junior sister didn't have enough experience in the world, so she became timid after seeing such a scene. Huaying smiled bitterly, looking at the senior sister and sixth junior sister who had their acupuncture points tapped——Hua Chang still had a long red mark on her face, which probably was beaten by the second master of Dingjiange just now. Even the girls are beaten-- Sure enough, this person's temper has not changed at all, and he still acts rashly and without scruples. "It's too rude for your gang to detain the female disciples of Baiyun Palace and ask for the elixir." She took a deep breath secretly, trying to keep her voice quiet and steady. The words in these scenes, for her who has been educated in poetry and etiquette since childhood Said it was very familiar, "Second Master Wei, today Hua Ying and the junior sisters came here to bring back our sisters." Her words fell into the building as clear as pearls and jade, and then she clenched the scabbard tightly with her fingers, waiting for the person standing by the window to answer—for a moment, Hua Ying felt her heart was overwhelmed. If he doesn't agree to let him go - with his temper, he will definitely not easily take a step back and let him go. ——Then, can she really only draw her sword against him? However, after she let out her words, the person standing by the window looking at the rain curtain outside did not reply for a while. Even the disciples of Dingjiange standing next to him felt that the head of the family was too domineering - after all, the master of Fengge was very ill, and the antidote had to rely on the green luan flower in his hand. Will become angry from embarrassment. After a long time, the man in purple standing by the window spread his palms, looked down, and suddenly sneered without looking back: "So, now you are called 'Hua Ying'!" "That's right, Xiao Dao went to the mountains with his hair tied up to learn Taoism seven years ago, and his master bestowed him with the Taoist name Huaying." The woman in plain clothes and jade crown lowered her eyes and replied lightly, but the hand holding the sword was a little pale due to the force, her Looking at the unsheathed sword lying horizontally on the table, the quaint sword edge is still as clear as water, but the word "Liuguang" on it has become more blurred. "It turns out that Wei Huaibing is the Second Young Master Wei in the Four Famous Swords of the Dingjiange. The path is lonely, and I only found out today." In her voice, there was also a slight sarcasm and a distant sigh. However, when she heard her directly call out the name of Second Young Master, all the disciples of Tripod Jiange upstairs couldn't help being slightly surprised.Except for a few hall masters and above, none of the people here knew that the Second Young Master actually had such a nickname besides his real name. "My surname is Wei Mingzhuang, and Huaibing is my nickname, so it's not enough for outsiders to say." The person by the window said coldly. Before Huaying could answer, he suddenly turned his head, looked at the woman in plain clothes and tied hair standing in the building, looked at her in Taoist robes and the long sword in her hand, his eyes froze for a moment, and suddenly he raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Xiaoyan, little girl!" Yan, look at what you look like today! ——The daughter of the Huainan Jiedu envoy, Miss Xue, who only knows books and etiquette, is only a wife and prince, how can you be dressed like this? Aren't you afraid that your father will be angry and make you cry?" A thin layer of ice gradually formed in Huaying's eyes, and she lifted her lowered eyebrows slightly, her eyes were like wind: "Mr. Wei, Jiaci has passed away for five years, please don't lie and talk about the dead." Startled for a moment, Wei Zhuang slowly restrained his smile, but the sharpness still remained at the corners of his eyes and brows.He let out a long breath, and turned around with his hands behind his back: "I didn't expect it to be such a reunion—Miss Xue became a member of the martial arts, bringing people with swords to argue about right and wrong? Interesting, really interesting... I remember What your father looks down on the most is the Jianghu people, right?" "Master Wei has broken his ties to the world, so why should Mr. Wei ask more about the secular past?" Hua Ying didn't answer his question, but she frowned slightly, as if a little bit of pain had penetrated into her heart. Seeing the curious and inquisitive eyes of the elder sisters and all the junior sisters around, Huaying didn't want to continue, and raised her sword flatly: "Huaying took the liberty to come here today to bring back the sisters of the same school. The blue luan flower is the treasure of Baiyun Palace Whether you can give it or not depends entirely on the master's thought, if Mr. Wei is a reasonable person, he should not forcibly hold hostages." “我本就不是讲理的人——你应该知道。”他唇角有似笑非笑的表情，也不看她，长袖一展，卷起案上的长剑，铮的一声入手扣紧，“话不投机。如此，那么按照江湖规矩，剑底分高下便是—— “华璎道长，请教了！” 长剑入手，在楼中流出万缕清辉，如同流光飞舞。卫庄振眉冷觑对面道装的女子，看见她脸色白了一下，似乎有些无措的咬了咬下唇，贝齿噬得朱唇一片惨淡。 毕竟没有什么江湖经验……虽然手里拿着凝碧剑，只怕还没有杀过一个人罢？ 然而那个熟悉的动作，还是让卫公子振起的眉峰微微收敛了一下，瞬忽之间，有什么又冷又锐利的东西、如同钢丝一般蜿蜒刺入他心底。 ※※※ “我捡到了就归我，为什么要还给你？” 七年前，西子湖的疏柳冷月下，他一手按着伤口，一手握着那卷脆黄的书，不知道为什么，居然用如此无赖的口吻对着树下的少女说。 那时“惊神一剑”的名号震动江湖已有三年，一袭紫衣来去于江湖之间，只凭掌中的剑快意恩仇、笑傲天下。 他卫庄虽然不拘于甚么江湖道义，但是这般强占一个女孩的区区一本书，却也是匪夷所思的事情。 果然，他看见柳树下那个提着琉璃灯的少女微微蹙起了眉头，有些无措的咬了咬下唇角，一顿足：“你、你这人怎么这样不讲理啊……” 顿足的时候，她手里的琉璃灯猛烈的颤了一下，灯火明灭，映得少女的侧脸美得几乎不真实——一个恍惚，他居然想起了此地的种种传说，比如白娘子，比如梁祝和西子。 临安，本是传奇之地，然而他却在此遇到了他的传奇。 “我给你银子，你把书卖给我好不好？——没了书，父亲知道了可了不得呢。”她想了半天，终于想出了她认为唯一能解决的方法。眉目间满是委屈，几乎要哭出来，偏偏硬生生做出平静从容的样子，怕被人看轻了，让他看了忍不住要失笑。 真是天真到无知的女孩子，只怕又是什么大户人家的千金——深更半夜一个人在如此荒僻的地方遇到陌生男子，居然不知道害怕，还为了一本书如此认真的争论？ 他想笑，然而一笑就感觉右胸的伤口被扯得剧痛，想想自己也是，今日刚料理了那样厉害的对头，趁着长江水帮的人没有追上来，该是好好养伤的时候——居然还有心思和一个稚气未脱的丫头开玩笑？ 他叹了口气，将手中的书卷丢给了她：“好了好了，可别哭啊……喏，还你就是。你快回家去，别让爹娘担心。” 她连忙伸手去接，接到手里，先自吃了一惊：脆黄的书卷上，有一片殷红的艳色，刺目惊心。 “哎呀，你弄脏了我的书！”她蹙起了秀眉，连忙拿出绢子去擦拭书页，然而很快的，白色的丝巾上也染上了一片，温热而湿润。 那是、那是——血？ 她心里蓦然害怕起来，握紧了书卷丝巾，抬头向树上那人看去。 “咳咳……不好意思。捡来放在怀里，刚才受伤时溅上了。”树上那个紫衣的男子有些抱歉地笑了笑，靠着柳树坐着，将一直捂在右胸上的手放了下来——满襟的鲜血，从手指间沿着衣襟、树干缓缓流下来，一片殷红。 她还看见他的身侧搁着一把剑，古朴简洁，然而却有令人惧怕的凌厉气质从中渗出。 ——他、他难道杀了人？ 抓紧了书卷和琉璃灯，女孩惊惶失措的退了一步。 就在这时，她在寂静的荒野里听到了人声。 抬起头，就看见前方有一行火把和灯笼，远远的沿着白堤蜿蜒过来。风里传来了刀兵的铿锵声和搜索的叱喝声，声势不小。 “该死的，这么快就追到这里了……”她正惊慌之间，却听到树上的紫衣男子低低说了一句。耳边风声一动，却看见那个人已经从树上一跃而下，站到了她身边，负手握着那柄冷芒四射的长剑，淡淡道：“你快走，被卷进去就麻烦了。” 惨淡的月光下，映着琉璃灯明灭不定的光，她有些怯生生的看着这个人，血从他衣襟上一直流下来，染上地面。而他的目光却是雪亮的可怕。 那一柄剑，在他手中流转出清光万千。 前方的人群渐渐逼近，火把照亮了一湖澄净的碧水。她看见那些人都拿着亮晃晃的刀枪兵器，似乎是一路追得急了，每个人的脸色有些扭曲狰狞。她吓得腿都软了，只是呆呆的看着围上来的人。 “在这里！姓卫那个小子在这里！兄弟们，为帮主报仇啊！”火把的光投射到了她脸上，她有些惧怕的退了一步，躲到那个紫衣人身后的阴影里，听见那一群人中有人高声大喊。 “唉……”看着那群人，又看看脸色苍白呆看着的少女，紫衣男子叹了口气，摇摇头——今晚本来已经够麻烦了，居然还要捎带上这样一个累赘？ 她手脚都有些发软，然而依然下意识紧紧握住那卷书。忽然只觉得身子一轻，腾云驾雾般的飞了起来，等反应过来，已经坐在了柳树上。 “你好好在上面呆着，别乱动，等我料理完了他们再送你回去……唉唉，真是的，麻烦死了。”一边叹息，那个紫衣人解下头上的银色丝绦，束紧了头发，将丝绦的末端咬在嘴里，眼色冰冷的看着来人。 ※※※ “呛”的一声，拇指轻轻弹在剑柄上，凝碧剑有灵气般的从吞口中跳出，在空中一个转折，分毫不差的落入她的手中。她转过手腕，剑尖指地。 华璎依旧是垂着眼睛，看着剑尖，脸色有些苍白：“既然如此，那么，卫二公子，多有得罪了。” 她虽然只是随随便便的拔剑指地，然而卫庄的脸色却略微变了变：在他看来，凝碧剑的剑尖在不停地颤动，每一次变幻的去势都极端快速和巧妙。 白云千幻。 看方才小妍拔剑的手法和如今的起手剑势，她使的居然是白云宫秘而不传的那一路剑法！ ——十五年前，大哥风涧月就是伤在白云宫掌门大弟子静冥的一招“空山灵雨”下，伤势之重，十几年后至今未愈。 年轻的女冠素衣白袜，拔剑指地，微微低着头，眼神宁静空灵，眼里除了手里的剑、剑尖的那一缕碧色，全无它物。 白云千幻剑法讲求的便是这“清、空、幻”三字，看来她已经深的其中精髓。才七年不见，记忆中那个娇赣秀气的节度使千金小姐，居然能领悟这样精妙的剑法了。 小妍……本来就是一个灵慧的女子啊。 ※※※ 那一夜他杀的昏了头，西子湖带着桃杏芬芳的空气中弥漫开浓重的血腥味。手中的剑一次次穿透那些人的身体，带出一蓬蓬的血花。 不知过了多久，一切慢慢安静下来。他站在血泊里，最后掠了一眼那些或死或伤的人。慢慢来到湖边，蹲下身用碧水冲洗着剑上的血迹。 “好了吗？”忽然，听到树上有人怯生生的问了一句，带着微微的哭音。 他一怔：方才杀的性起，居然忘了那个女孩子还呆在树上。 他抬头看去，此时天已经微微泛白，朦胧的烟水笼罩了西子湖，在氤氲的水气霞光之间，他看见垂柳上那个女孩子仍然抱着膝，将头埋在膝盖上，闷闷的问。一粒蓝瓷耳坠，在她漆黑的鬓边晃晃荡荡。 他不禁笑了起来，然而一笑就扯动了大大小小的伤口，他皱了皱眉头：“好了，你可以抬起头来了。” “我不要看……”树上的少女依然固执地将头埋下，声音里面已经带了颤音，“你一定杀了很多人……你不是个好人！我不要看，我要回去找父亲来抓你！” 浓重的血腥味飘在空气里，伴随着桃李花芬芳的香味，显得诡异而瑰丽。 紫衣的剑客大笑起来，收起剑攀上柳树来，坐在另外一个枝杈上：“你也看到的：那个时候我不杀他，他便要杀我。你说我是不是该站在这里等着被他砍成十块八块、才算是'好人'呢？何况……嗯，他们本来也不是什么好人来着。” “他们是坏人，所以你才杀他们，是不是？”陡然间，仿佛明白了过来，伏膝的女孩一下子抬起了头，恍然的看着他，眼睛亮晶晶的，有些止不住的兴奋，“你是侠客，是不是？就像荆轲刺秦、李寄斩蛇那样，是不是？” 他怔了一下，对于她那样的比喻实在是有些哭笑不得——什么荆轲刺秦、李寄斩蛇啊？这个大家小姐，大约是书读的胡涂了。 这不过是江湖恩怨而已，谁是谁非一时如何能说清楚。只是长江水帮，平日的确倒是做了许多不干不净的事情，在武林里引起了公愤——所以，这次虽然是为了阁主的命令斩杀帮主李腾蛟，但是说是替天行道……那个，似乎也有一点点的沾边吧？ 他懒得费力说明，便含含糊糊的点了点头，当作默认。 少女的脸陡然明丽起来，手指紧紧抓着那本玉豀生诗集，仿佛舒了一口气似的微笑：“啊……我就知道，你喜欢读李义山的诗，哪里会是个胡作非为的歹人？” 他好笑的侧头看看她：原来，她是爱屋及乌。 “嗯，天快亮了，我送你回去罢。不然你父母要着急了。”虽然有心继续逗她说话，但是看看时辰不早，他不得不出声提议——其实他也是怕一直呆在此地，天明以后被人看见了有麻烦。 那个少女一下地，身子就软了一下，连忙抬手撑住身边的柳树。看到地上血污狼藉，脸色苍白的咬着牙，差点叫出声来。 “唉，来，我扶你回去。”他只好对她伸出手去，出乎意料的，那个少女脸微微一红，白了他一眼后自顾自的举步走开。 “我进去了。”到了别院的后门，觑着那里还没人早起经过，她依旧是低了头，有些不好意思的对他说。他只是随意的挥挥手，应了一声。 “我、我回去了。”她莫名其妙的重复了一遍，脚下却没有动，似乎一直等着他说什么，然而等了片刻，不见他开口，脸便白了一白，还是低着头，微微躬身行了个礼，终于退回到侧门背后。 朱红色的门缓缓阖起。 此情可待成追忆，只是当时已惘然？ 他能感觉到有什么东西正从身边擦身而过——那是他一生之中都难得遇见的“真”，此刻抓不住，那么便是永不复返。忽然间，他抬手，撑住了那扇将要关上的门。 “我叫卫怀冰。”他低下头，对着门后那个人一字一字的说。仿佛知道这个名字一旦说出来，便是如刻入石上般无法抹去。 那个少女似乎吃了一惊，依然没有抬头，但是他看见，有红晕慢慢地升上了她的侧颊。 原来，她一直都在等自己说这句话—— “我、我姓薛……叫薛楚妍。”