Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Last Night Stars Last Night Wind

That's how it started.As in all legends, ethereal and magnificent. There is the long sword of a hero, and the tenderness of a beauty.One is a shocking swordsman wielding a sword, and the other is a charming and innocent daughter-in-law like a pearl and jade dew. Even after so many years of turmoil, he lights up the lamp to watch the sword in the night rain, today he will still be fascinated by the beautiful scenery of that day - it seems that the person who met such a legendary person is not himself. How could Wei Zhuang meet such a person?Or, how could he himself be the person in the story?

However, under the light at this moment, on the top floor of Wanghu Tower, where the wind and rain are raging, looking at the woman in plain clothes and tied hair, watching her lower her head and speaking softly and quietly, watching her expression biting the corner of her lips——Suddenly, He finally knew everything, and it was clearly engraved there after all. In the memory, the girl's charming smile and the cheeks that were gradually flushing when she bowed her head overlapped repeatedly in front of her eyes, covering his eyes for a moment. When Biguang arrived in front of him, the surrounding disciples all exclaimed, and the purple-clothed Young Master Wei suddenly turned his wrist over as if he had just woken up from a dream, and raised his long sword upright.

With a sound of "ding", the two swords struck each other, the voice was cold, with the sharpness of steel and iron. Ningbi sword swung away, but the lingering internal force on the sword was pushed through the long sword layer by layer like an undercurrent. He only felt a numbness in the tiger's mouth, and the sword in his hand was a little loose. Slightly startled, Wei Zhuang raised his head in shock, his eyebrows swept between his eyes, and he saw that plain clothes drifting away in an instant, with a long sword in his hand. cloud. Such a sword technique... No wonder the elder brother was injured by this Ningbi sword back then.Thinking of his elder brother who has been sick for many years and is now in critical condition, Young Master Wei's eyebrows twitched, a cold light flashed in his eyes, his wrist twitched slightly, and the internal force penetrated, the Liu Guangjian straightened instantly, and let out a soft sound Long chant.

All of a sudden, I don't know if it was an illusion, but the eyes of everyone in Wanghu Tower were dazed for a moment—as if a strong light suddenly shot out from the sword of the man in purple. ※※※ "By the way, which poem by Li Yishan do you like the most?" Sitting on the eaves of the attic, carefully supporting the hanging ridge on the side, put down the feet, dangling in the air, the girl with the double bun smiled like a flower, and turned her head to ask the man in purple beside the moon, the blue porcelain earrings also swayed dangling. "Alas...why do you girls always like to ask what you like the most?" Hearing her questioning like this, he felt overwhelmed and felt helpless, "Yishan's poems are naturally good, But I’ve never compared them one by one.”

"Ah? Girls like to ask this question? Has anyone else asked you this question?" On the contrary, Xue Chuyan immediately caught the word, and looked over without blinking a pair of big eyes. ""Wind and Rain" is the best. I like the 'Desolate Sword Chapter, Desperate for a Poor Year'." He smiled wryly, lowered his head and patted the long sword in his hand. The word "Liuguang" on it has been blurred. There are so many ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, "There are also those untitled, which are also excellent-it's just too vague, not crisp enough, and it makes people feel breathless."

"Hmm..." She responded in a low voice, then lowered her head again - for some reason, she always likes to lower her head. After a while, when she didn't speak, he looked at her strangely.Suddenly, she was slightly startled, and saw a teardrop rolling down from her silk skirt. "What's the matter? Xiaoyan?" He asked, not understanding what was going on in the heart of this porcelain-like girl. She just lowered her head, but she stopped crying. She subconsciously scratched something on the glazed tile beside her. What was Huaibing like before you? What kind of people did you meet? What kind of things did you do? How many girls have asked you such a stupid question? "

"Xiaoyan." He smiled wryly—this girl's mind is really full of twists and turns, and a casual sentence can make her think so far?I originally thought that such a girl who stays at home is innocent and pure, but who would have thought that there are so many twists and turns in her heart. "No...really not." He sighed and reiterated again and again. But she insisted: "There must be!... You are not honest with me." "Alas, there is one, okay?" After being entangled for a while, Wei Huaibing finally showed a helpless expression. "Ah? Who is it, what kind of person is it?" Xue Chuyan trembled, and quickly looked up at him.

"Well... it's a girl, how should I put it? A very gentle and beautiful woman, with two dimples when she smiles, and her martial arts are also very good." The man in purple lightly tapped his finger on the sword beside him, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and was a little thoughtful. Said slowly. Xue Chuyan stroked the tile more vigorously, bit the corner of her mouth, hummed, and asked, "What happened next?" "Later..." Wei Huaibing lowered his head and sighed, "Later she liked my eldest brother, and that's over." "Ah." Xue Chuyan blurted out a low cry, but she didn't have an air of relief, she also sighed, and said quietly, "You, you must be very sad, right?"

"Yeah, at that time I was sad and couldn't eat for a few days, and my elder brother thought I was getting angry because of pestering him to teach me swordsmanship." Thinking of the past, the man in purple raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing Get up, "Xiaoyan, you don't know, my elder brother is a great person—it is Yishan's poems, and he taught me at the beginning." "Oh..." The girl replied even more sullenly, but she was careful in the end. After pondering for a while, she came to her senses and raised her head to ask in surprise, "Ah? Still arguing and not eating? Back then... how old were you then?"

Wei Huaibing looked at her, but smiled silently. Those eyes, as clear as lake water, reflected the stars in the sky, dazzling, he smiled, and raised his hand to stroke her crow's hair: "I'm only eleven years old! Oh, am I very pitiful?" "Ah?" Xue Chuyan raised her head in astonishment, and when she looked up, she saw the smile on the eyebrows of the man in purple. Knowing that she had been fooled, her face flushed immediately, "I hate it! You are making fun of me! I will ignore you!" Forgetting that she was sitting on the edge of the cornice, she was about to stand up and turn around to leave. When she turned around, she found that her feet were empty.

"Be careful!" Wei Huaibing leaned over and pulled her back like lightning.Xue Chuyan fell into his arms, her face blushed again, and for some reason she remained silent for a while after hearing what he said.After a long time, she raised her head, looked at the moon in the sky, and softly said something irrelevant: "In the past few days, my mother has become seriously ill again." "Well, I heard that there is a green luan flower in the Baiyun Palace in Bicheng Mountain, which has the power to bring the dead back to life. When did I get it to treat your mother?" Wei Huaibing gently stroked her long silky hair, sighing For some reason, his voice became a little low, "Damn it... It's just that the elder brother has a death order, and I'm not allowed to go there to get it!" Xue Chuyan felt a little impatient when he heard him talk about the affairs in Jianghu again, she just leaned in his arms, mixed her hair with a strand of his hair, tied a knot, and changed the subject: "Ah , By the way, then that woman...that gentle, beautiful and martial arts woman, did she marry your elder brother later?" Wei Huaibing's body suddenly shook slightly, and he didn't answer for a long time for some reason, before shaking his head: "No...it's miserable. Don't ask." It was the first time she heard such a deep sigh in his flying tone, but she didn't ask any more questions after all. ※※※ In Wanghu Tower, the sword energy was flying across the sky, vertically and horizontally, and all the bystanders were forced to back up again and again, and reached the stairs. In the spacious room, purple clothes and plain clothes danced like lightning, changing rapidly. The Ningbi sword is like a shooting star, coming and going in an instant, ethereal and unpredictable, without a momentary pause.Huaying flicked her sleeves and looked back, the long sword in her hand suddenly turned into two shadows, piercing Wei Zhuang's left chest and right shoulder at the same time, a little cold light quickly split into two, like white clouds suddenly closing and parting, it is impossible to judge what is empty and what is Reality. The purple clothes flickered, Wei Zhuang turned around quickly, the sword curtain unfolded, and there were two cold and sharp metal clashing sounds, and the two swords returned without success.The erratic figure in plain clothes left as soon as it touched it, passed through the open window, and landed on the overhanging eaves outside the Wanghu Tower. Wei Zhuang knew that she thought this place was too restrictive - once Baiyun Qianhuan swordsmanship was deployed, it would be erratic and uncertain, so it would be more beneficial for her to leave this pavilion and fight outside. However, looking at the person standing Tingting on the corner of the cornice in the autumn rain, he secretly sighed a long time, pointed his toes, and jumped out. The past is still like a dream. ※※※ Gradually, he noticed that Xiaoyan began to smile less.Because he likes to talk with his head down, he can't see the expression on her face—maybe, the gloomy expression on her face will last for a day, right?It's just that he didn't pay attention. At first he thought she was worried about her mother's chronic illness, or her irascible father's tantrums.However, as time passed, he gradually understood what was on her mind. ——That is the future that none of them can avoid. That night, he came to see her from outside.These days, he often wanders between rivers and lakes, continuing to do what the second son of Dingjiange should do—the elder brother has not recovered from his injury seven years ago at the hands of Baiyun Palace disciples, so he can only strategize in the warm pavilion, but in reality The affairs on the Internet are completely entrusted to him. This walk has been two months.After finishing the affairs of Dingjiange in Guangdong and Guangxi, he returned to his heart like an arrow, and changed horses all the way to the city with sparse willows and water.Crossing the long embankment with bright willows and flowers, tying the horse under the quiet red door, skimming gently up to the attic, and pushing open the familiar window—— However, he didn't see the girl with the double bun lighting up the lamp, holding the poetry collection, resting her cheeks and waiting for him to come back. When she heard the window squeak, she threw herself into his arms in surprise—just like before. She was sitting in front of the mirror with her back to the window, untied the hair tie, and combed her hair in strands. Wei Huaibing looked at her in the mirror and found that this sixteen-year-old girl had changed a lot in a year.There is actually a misty mist in the eyes, which makes people unable to see the bottom at a glance.He always thought she was a child, but tonight he suddenly realized that her eyes were not something he could understand. "Put my hair up for me, okay?" She knew he had returned, but she didn't look back at him, or even look at him in the mirror.Just lowered his head, put down the comb, and said. Her hair is very long, presumably it has not been cut since she was a child, and it is well maintained, like a piece of black silk.They were all silent, as if there was some strange air in the makeup building, which would break if they opened their mouths. He held a white jade comb in his hand accustomed to holding a sword, and slowly combed her hair. Her long hair was in bunches, gently touching his elbow. "Father said that he wants me to learn etiquette, singing and dancing from the beginning of next month - because the spring of next year will be the concubine selection ceremony for Prince Yide. Father, he has already put a lot of thought into getting things in order." Watching the hair slowly being swept away Close up, she said suddenly. His hands paused for a moment, then continued to comb down slowly. He knew that such a matter would eventually require two people to resolve it face to face. "Let's go together. When you grow up, I will marry you." He had already thought about this answer for a long time, but he just needed a chance to say it. Hearing his words, she shook slightly, but did not speak. He suddenly became irritable, combed a little faster, and his hair got tangled, so he stopped his hand: "I know you don't want it—the daughter of the dignified Huainan Jiedu envoy can only be married to a prince, Hou Gongqing, where is it?" Can you follow a shaky swordsman?" Xue Chuyan still lowered her head, bit the corner of her mouth and said nothing, and she couldn't see the expression on her face from the mirror, and suddenly tears fell down. "Xiaoyan, let's go, okay?" He was originally full of anger, but when he saw her tears, he suddenly softened - she always has a power that makes people feel pity, pure and ethereal, just like a fairy . "You don't know, you don't know!" She cried loudly in silence, without any restraint, not afraid of waking up others, she buried her head in her messy hair, crying, "—Dad, he is very sad. Stubborn, very face-saving, if we know... He, he will never let us go! Mother will be angry... She is not in good health... Father has neglected mother a long time ago, just because I, just... If, if I let him down, he will be even worse to mother... There are many things involved in it, you don't know." "Then... let's take your mother along, okay?" Wei Huaibing didn't know that there were so many twists and turns in the majestic Jiedushi's mansion, so Wei Huaibing could only murmur to comfort her, but he felt a little lost in his heart. "How can this be done—that day, that day, I just stayed by your side, and you were almost killed by those people... If you want to bring me and my mother, two burdens, then it will be even more difficult to move forward What's more, my mother would definitely rather die than follow me." She said softly, agreeing quickly, obviously thinking about this issue, "I've been thinking about it for three months...Really. I think ...Except for that road, nothing else will work after all..." "Ah, stupid girl, why do you always think about things? Let's take your mother and fly away together, okay?" He didn't know how to answer for a moment, he could only take one step at a time. "Not good." Xue Chuyan raised her head slightly suddenly, glanced at him, and replied. Wei Huaibing suddenly felt the blood in his whole body go cold - because he saw Xiaoyan's eyes, so firm and decisive.She rarely raised her head, so she rarely saw her expression, but once she raised her head and answered, it was the final answer. "Then..." He suddenly felt so depressed that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't vent his grief and indignation—it turned out that he was invincible in the world with his sword, but he couldn't put an end to such a thing! "Okay...Okay! If that's the case, then let it be like this! I will be my quack, and you will be your concubine—after all, you are not on the same road, and everyone belongs to you!" He stood up abruptly, with a desolate long face. She laughed, but she held on to the jade comb tightly in her hand, not caring about pulling her hair. "Who? Who's upstairs?" Their voices became louder and louder, and they finally heard their father downstairs asking. "You go!" Xue Chuyan fixed his eyes on him, looking at the purple-clothed man she met under the cold moon in the sparse willows less than a year ago, suddenly, with a pale face, she raised her head to look at him.He didn't understand what was going on in her heart. In an instant, she had already pushed his shoulders and pushed him to the window, "Go." He didn't have time to think, but she had already pushed him against the window involuntarily, and leaned slightly outwards, but he stood still and refused to move.With a creak, the door was pushed open, and Huainan Jiedu envoy Xue Zhaoyi rushed in, sword still in hand, and asked loudly, "Ayan, are you okay? Who's talking there? Is there a thief?" However, the always well-behaved daughter didn't answer, and the thick-skinned father finally felt something was wrong. He turned his head, and by the moonlight, when he saw the man in purple with a long sword by the window, Xue Jiedu was almost surprised and couldn't hold the sword in his hand. "Bastard... how dare you plan on my daughter?" After a moment of silence, Xue Zhaoyi roared angrily, rushed over without thinking, and slashed down with a sword in the head, "I'll kill you!" Wei Huaibing didn't move, but turned his body slightly, watching the heavy sword fall down with the tip of his nose, and slash heavily on the window lattice.Without even thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and grasped Jiedushi's throat. With just a little force, the opponent's face was flushed and he couldn't yell a word. "Huai Bing!" Some pleadingly, she called out to him. He looked at Xiaoyan, and seeing her eyes, his heart suddenly trembled - what is he doing?What is he doing!Did he, did he actually do anything to Xiaoyan's father? He closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and loosened his fingers.My heart is as cold as gray. That's all, that's all... that's it! There was a sudden wind in his ears, he knew it was Xue Jiedu who was furious and attacked again, he suddenly had the thought of giving up on himself desperately, and actually stood still, not wanting to avoid it or block it. "Let's go." All of a sudden, he felt his body leaning forward, and someone pushed him away from the window forcefully.It was Xiaoyan's voice, softly whispering in his arms for a moment, "Let's go." Then, she rushed over and pushed him hard. Wei Huaibing turned over in mid-air, and landed gently in the courtyard from the window on the second floor.The autumn wind is blowing over, bringing the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus on the West Lake, and the faint sound of the tide can be heard vaguely - it should be the news of the autumn tide, is it here again today? From the acquaintance to today, it has only been a short period of seven months.Seven months is the process of a legend unfolding and ending—he should have known from the beginning that it was just a legend. A girl like her, with the education she has received since she was a child and the constraints of a complex environment, made The decision is beyond his comprehension. Everything is just a fantasy in the floating world? —— "When the lotus leaf grows, spring hates it; when the lotus leaf withers, autumn hates it. "Knowing that I am in love, I am staring at the sound of Jiangtou River." Seeing his daughter rushing over to push the man away, the Jiedushi immediately retracted his sword, but it was still too late, and a deep scratch was drawn on his daughter's back.Blood gushed out like a spring, staining her thin back red. "Shameless girl! Destroying the family tradition... I, I'll kill you!" The father became impatient, holding his sword and said fiercely. However, when he saw the blood-covered daughter, although his expression was fierce, his tone gradually faded away. weakened. In the attic, she listened to the poem he sang as he drifted away, and suddenly knelt down covered in blood: "Father, the matter of entering the palace is not done now, and my daughter doesn't want to do it for you." Embarrassing——Ayan intercepted the inscription, please let me become a monk and practice Taoism!" Under the dim moonlight, her eyes were erratic, ethereal without a trace of human fireworks. ※※※ There was absolutely no leeway in their fight. When he shook the Ningbi sword away again, Wei Zhuang felt the sign that she was not breathing anymore.After all, he only started practicing martial arts a few years ago, and no amount of talent can make up for his weak foundation. In the beginning, relying on the subtlety of her swordsmanship and the lightness of her figure, Huaying wandered around, and the Ningbi sword fell like a curtain of light, covering the second young master Wei in purple. Wei Zhuang's figure didn't move much, he just saw the moves and deflected her attacks one by one-some times because the opponent's swordsmanship was too fast, he was in danger several times. However, after a long time, all the disciples of Dingjiange and Baiyun Palace who stayed in the Wanghu Tower to watch the battle, saw that Hua Ying was gradually losing the wind.The figure that was originally coming and going like the wind, going away as soon as it touches, and retreating as soon as it is hit, gradually stagnated. Wei Zhuang was close, and when he saw her approaching, he was already a little breathless. In the autumn rain, she was dressed in plain Taoist clothes, her eyes were ethereal and clear, and she was unparalleled in her sword and sleeves—he suddenly sighed softly: All along, the one he admired the most is her unpainted, fairy girl like aura. She has always been so calm and calm, always has her own ideas when she advances and retreats, and others, even him, can't agree with her... Then, why can't he be so completely calm? No matter what, he must get the blue luan flower. When he saw her once again pointing to the cornice with one foot and turning around, the young man in purple took a long breath, his eyes suddenly brightened.With a clear whistle, he suddenly stepped up and stepped forward to meet him. When the two swords clashed again, they swung open as usual.At the moment of staggering, at the risk of being injured by the sword energy, Wei Zhuang suddenly made a move, stretched out his fingers, clasped the index, middle, and ring fingers with his thumb, and played them continuously like plucking strings. On the ridge of Ningbi sword in Hua Ying's hand. Shock finger! Upstairs on Wanghu Lake, the disciples of Dingjiange blurted out in unison.They finally saw the legendary second son's double swordsman. The so-called "shocking sword" is not just a simple sword skill.However, just relying on the Liuguang sword in his hand, the name of the second son of Wei has already shaken the world, and in many cases there is no need to flick the fingers of the left hand to reincarnate. Although Hua Ying has little experience in the world, she is extremely intelligent. She saw Wei Zhuang's swordsmanship seven years ago, and even after a few years of fighting, she is as clear as a mirror in her heart.However, at this moment when he suddenly pointed out, in her eyes, he was completely at a loss. There was no time to back away, and all three fingers of Jingshen flicked to the real point.With every flick of a finger, the Ningbi sword swings back a foot.Hua Ying only felt that the internal force on the sword was surging like a raging tide, one wave after another, and there was no room for her to adjust her breath.The only thing she can do is to hold the sword in her hand tightly, otherwise it will fall to the ground. However, her figure was pulled back a few steps by this strong force, her breath was not smooth, her foot slipped, and she almost fell from the eaves corner of Wanghu Tower. The long sword in Hua Ying's hand swung open, and when the empty door temporarily appeared, Wei Zhuang turned the blade of the sword without hesitation, and a stream of light flew in the air. In the sword light all over the sky, the long sword slanted close to her neck , like meteor lightning. "Be careful!" In Wanghu Building, even Hua Qing, the senior sister who had been silently watching the duel, blurted out in horror.The rest of the junior sisters were stunned by the dazzling moves between the two, and they didn't react for a while. Huaying staggered back and touched the dripping tiles at the corner of the eaves with her toes to stabilize her figure.However, when she turned her head, she saw the familiar ancient long sword cutting straight towards her neck. Behind the sword light, the eyes of the person in purple and silver belt were as sharp and indifferent as ice and snow.Suddenly, she felt a sense of desolation and trance in her heart. He was indeed more powerful than she imagined.Such a quick strike...it was too late to parry. After all, lack of experience in battle, between life and death, the female disciple of Baiyun Palace actually forgot how to fight back with seals and blows. She just closed her eyes and tried her best to slash Ningbi Sword in front of her—but she also knew that it was too late up. On the Xizi Lake where the autumn rain is swallowing, the young female crown forced to the corner of the house is pale, like a white-feathered crane, with its wings about to fall, but it still carries a cold arrogance. There is no pity, nor despair. With her cultivation base, she actually came here with a calm mind like water? However, when she looked back, the sword in her hand vibrated back and forth, and the sleeve robe fluttered, and unexpectedly, a thin piece of paper fell from the sleeve. A very ordinary piece of plain white letter paper with a faint line of ink on it.It was raining heavily outside, and once the small piece of paper floated out, it couldn't escape the raindrops falling from the net. It had just a turning point in the air, and it was already wet in an instant, with deep and shallow ink stains smeared. However, when the falling trajectory of the paper slipped past his eyes, he still saw—— "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." Such a verse, which he could master so well as soon as he glanced at the beginning, fell from her plain Taoist robe.As if being stabbed in the chest by a sword, Young Master Wei's face turned pale instantly. Li Yishan's... Li Yishan's? Suddenly, he remembered that rainy spring night seven years ago. At that time, he had just met her not long ago, and their love was as deep as the sea, and he wished he could be with her all the time. However, when he secretly visited her that night, he saw that her house was brightly lit and full of guests. It turned out that it was Tian Duanfang, brother-in-law of Huainan Jiedu envoy Xue Zhaoyi and servant of the Central Household Department, who came to visit. Chu Yan was summoned by her mother to accompany her, and together they greeted the female family members of the Tian family who had come, and were not allowed to leave.After finally taking a break, she got up and went to pour tea under the window. She opened the window and saw him as expected. Standing in the misty spring rain in purple with a silver sword, he has been staring at the ever-lit red building for an unknown amount of time—it seems that his heart was so cold that he saw her looking over from the window. The window and the rain are invisible, but they are like invisible fences in the air, blocking their gaze at each other. Looking through the drizzle, her eyes were also gloomy.With such eyes at such a young age... Her unhappiness made him feel inexplicably guilty. He could only smile at her from a distance, and then went back alone. The red building looks cold across the rain, and the beaded foil lanterns return alone. He knew that at that moment, they must have thought of Li Yishan's poem at the same time - although neither of them mentioned it when they met next time. ※※※ Seven years later, amidst the sword qi, he saw that letter slipped gently, and it suddenly seemed like a dream. Wei Zhuang's hand trembled suddenly, and the long sword in his hand almost slipped out.However, such a sharp sword had already stabbed out like an arrow on the string, he only had time to turn his wrist to avoid the direction of the deadly sword, but he knew that it might not be too late. Suddenly, he felt disheartened. He is proud, conceited, and flamboyant, but at certain moments, his weakness comes extremely quickly and decisively, and he can give up everything. In the drizzle, Wei Zhuang tried his best to turn his wrist away from the long sword in his hand, but his body was still rushing forward in inertia.Hua Ying's face was pale and calm, she just stood there, didn't use any sword to counterattack at all, just turned back the sword, and swiped the sword at her chest... However, as long as he flicked his finger, he could swing the long sword open. Between the staggered figures, he suddenly thought of his elder brother - after he almost died fifteen years ago, Brother Feng remained silent, and he didn't even take the initiative to seek medical treatment. Presumably, it was because of the same state of mind? Therefore, when he saw Huaying returning the sword to slash her chest, he was in a daze for a moment, so he didn't want to raise his finger to flick the Ningbi sword away. Just like the elder brother fifteen years ago, he just watched the light and thin long sword with a strand of green blue touch his chest like the cold fingers of a dead lover, and the bright red blood gushed out . However, although he deflected the sword at the last moment, because of the extremely fast speed and the close distance, Wei Zhuang only had time to deflect the carotid artery by an inch, but the long sword in his hand was still pointed fiercely at the snow-white neck of the female crown. The child cut it over. It was the moment when they all died together. Everyone on the Wanghu Tower jumped out of the window in exclamation and rushed forward. "Second Senior Sister! Second Senior Sister!" The Sixth Junior Sister Hua Chang beside her was so frightened that her face was snow-white, she also got acupuncture points, but she tried her best to move to the window and shouted tremblingly. Seeing the junior sister fight against the Second Young Master Wei in order to save herself, even in such a crisis, Hua Qing, who has always been indifferent, changed her face and blurted out in surprise - as a bystander, she knew that there was still a way to save the current However, the second junior sister with amazing talent is obviously inexperienced in facing the enemy, so she just returned the sword in a disorderly manner! For the first time, Hua Qing wanted to be a substitute, but Naihe had acupuncture points on her body, and she couldn't move at all. She didn't care about the demeanor of the senior sister who was always in charge, and shouted with all her strength: "Spiritual rain in the empty mountain!" !Spiritual rain in the empty mountain!" That was the last move in Baiyun Qianhuan swordsmanship, flowing clouds into rain and falling on the empty mountain.If you understand the meaning of it, it will be the most changeable and unpredictable when it is deployed. Fifteen years ago, when she was only seven years old, she secretly hid behind her master's chair, and witnessed Master Jingming, who was still the head disciple at the time, use this move, piercing the chest of the master of the Dingjiang Pavilion with a sword, piercing through his body out. Since then, Dingjiange and Baiyun Palace have been entangled in unexplainable grievances for hundreds of years. Due to Dingjiange's initiative to withdraw its forces from the south of the Yangtze River, it was temporarily relieved. Qingluan flowered and approached Baiyun Palace. However, it was too late. In the autumn rain, the two of them quickly approached each other like butterflies rushing to the fire, and the sword in their hands shone brightly and coldly. Whether it was the disciples of the Tripod Sword Pavilion or the female crown of the Baiyun Palace, they all jumped out of the window in surprise. At this time, there was no boundary between the enemy and the friend, and they all strived to be the first, just hoping to separate the two people who had died together. Sword in, blood out.The two swords cut through each other's skin almost at the same time, cutting into the blood. The sound of sword energy and wind drove their long hair, and the moment they crossed, the sword light illuminated their faces.As if hallucinating, Wei Zhuang saw her smile slightly at him.He actually couldn't help laughing. Maybe... such a close-up is also good. "Ding, ding!" The moment the blades just cut into the skin, suddenly there seemed to be a strong push out of thin air, and the two blades shook at the same time, and bounced away in the opposite direction.The hands of the two felt numb at the same time, but their figures continued to cross each other, and they rushed a few steps before standing still on the glazed tiles. Life and death pass by on the line. Standing still and looking back, the two of them subconsciously looked in the direction of the two strands of wind coming from just now, and saw a faint figure on the highest cornice, blurred in the autumn rain. Hua Ying was slightly startled, and found that the roofs were covered in darkness. It turned out that all the children of the Tripod Sword Pavilion had knelt down in the rain without knowing when. "Brother." Suddenly, the sword in Wei Zhuang's hand dropped, he didn't dare to look at the figure in white robe standing on the top of Wanghu Tower, his eyebrows were raised, and he lowered his head helplessly. Everyone in Baiyun Palace was moved——Big brother?The owner of the Dingjian Pavilion, Feng Jianyue who was known as the number one martial arts fifteen years ago? Hua Ying's hand subconsciously clasped the sword tightly, and found that the tiger's mouth was still slightly numb when it was shaken away just now. Feng Jianyue... She didn't know what kind of person he was.Because since he was defeated by Master Jingming's sword fifteen years ago, this once powerful man has become a shadow in the Jianghu, a passing legend. Subconsciously, she retreated step by step, came to the front of the junior sisters, and signaled the third junior sister Hua Yun to go back to the empty building first, and untie the acupoints of the senior sister and the sixth junior sister. Even Feng Jianyue has come... Today, I'm afraid it's more ominous than good, right?She took a deep breath and drew her sword to protect the junior sisters behind her.In any case, she will try her best to protect her fellow sisters. "Ahem...you still know how to call me big brother." Feng Jianyue's voice was low, but with irrepressible anger and majesty, "I have been...cough cough, I have always warned you, no matter what, you are not allowed to Go make an enemy of Baiyun Palace!" In the dark night, Hua Ying could only see the silhouette standing on the highest cornice by the faint lights.Tall and thin, he kept coughing when he spoke, and his whole body was shaking. ——It is said that fifteen years ago, after being injured by the sword of Master Jingming, this person has been ill and cannot come out of the rivers and lakes again. ——However, the finger force that came from the air just now was so terrifyingly sharp. "Brother, hurry up and get into the building—you can't get caught in the rain!" Surprised, it was the first time she saw the proud man in purple speak so respectfully, "If you want to scold me, come into the building too!" ※※※ Under the lights of Wanghu Tower, Hua Ying finally saw this legendary figure. However, to the slight disappointment of all the Baiyun Palace disciples, Feng Jianyue turned out to be just such an ordinary person... about 30 years old, with a pale face, wearing a leather jacket of unknown material in the early autumn when it was not yet cold. robe. ——Even the eyes are not bright, as if they are just two cold flames in the ashes, dying in the rain.Probably due to the long-term healing of the injury, the tall and tall man was a little frighteningly thin, with deeply sunken eyes. Surrounded by the disciples of Tripod Jiange, he sat on a fur-covered chair, coughing repeatedly, and wiped off the rainwater on his body with a dry cloth towel in his hand.Wei Zhuang didn't speak, and the saber stood by his side. "Your martial arts are getting better and better. You know that I can't use my true energy, and you have caused troubles around me - just flicked your sword, but I almost lost my life." After a long time, waited to cough After calming down a little, Feng Jianyue threw the handkerchief on the case, and gave Wei Zhuang a cold look, "Has anyone been hurt?" "No. I'm just detaining someone, and I want to ask Jingming Palace to ask for the green luan flower." In front of the elder brother, the second son of Wei's expression became so quiet, without arrogance or sharpness, he answered honestly with every word. Hearing the second brother's answer, Feng Jianyue suddenly coughed violently again for some reason, and hurriedly went to get the handkerchief on the desk, but it was too late, she leaned over and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the skirt. "Brother!" Wei Zhuang's face turned pale, and he quickly wiped his robe with a towel, but Feng Jianyue blocked it with one hand. The sickly man kept coughing, but his eyes were bright and frightening: "Ahem... If If you still want to call me big brother, just swear to me, never again, ahem, never do anything to anyone in Baiyun Palace!" The female disciples of Baiyun Palace were all taken aback and looked at each other in blank dismay.Huaying has been fully on guard all along, for fear that the two leaders of the Tripod Sword Pavilion will suddenly attack the sisters under the sect after they meet, but at this moment, she is slightly startled when she hears such an order from the master of the Feng Pavilion.Only the elder sister Hua Qing seemed to have expected such a scene, and she just sighed very lightly. Young Master Wei Er who was dressed in purple and silver sword was silent, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he didn't speak. Feng Jianyue's face became more severe, and her paleness was a little frightening: "Say!" “我不说！我不说！”卫庄陡然退了一步，眉峰扬起，脸上的神色坚决而激烈，“拿不到青鸾花你会死的！大哥，我不会看着你死——哪怕夷平白云宫我都要把解药拿到手！” “好，那么你先打倒我，踩着我的尸体出去——”陡然间，风涧月沉沉说了一句，然后站了起来，走到年轻兄弟的面前，“不然你休想去碧城山捣乱。” 卫庄一时语塞，抬头看见兄长的眼睛，陡然心头一震，再也说不出话——风大哥年长自己一轮，虽然不是亲兄弟，却是一起在江湖中相依为命长大。长兄如父，他虽然飞扬不羁，然而大哥的话他从来都是听从的。 看着二弟不再激烈的反对，风涧月叹了口气，再度轻轻咳嗽了起来，看见旁边白云宫一众女冠们诧异的眼光——陡然间，病弱的人眼里，闪过了极其复杂的光芒。 “请问这位道长尊号？”看到华璎手中那把浅碧色的剑，风涧月眼睛闪了闪，忽然轻轻问，声音很柔和。 华璎怔怔的看着他们兄弟之间的争执，此刻见鼎剑阁阁主忽然转头问自己，反而愣了一下：“我……小道道号华璎，是白云宫静冥师父门下二弟子。” “咳咳……二弟子华璎。”有些笑意的，风涧月咳嗽了几声，点点头，“听说静冥近年收了一个徒弟，资质惊人，想来就是你了——短短几年能将白云千幻剑法练到如此境界，的确是百年难得的奇才。” 他看着她，眼睛里的神色却有些辽远，仿佛看到了另外一个地方。 华璎的脸红了一下，低着头咬了一下嘴角——她为人向来矜持低调，被鼎剑阁阁主这么当众一夸，她反而有些不知道说什么好。 然而，正在她有些忸怩的时候，风涧月却有些意外的结束了这次闹的沸沸扬扬的冲突：“请回去替我问候你师傅好……就说故人久不见，祝她修为更进吧！这次二弟年轻气盛，冒犯贵派，还请多多见谅。” 所有姐妹都怔了怔：本来以为是以死相拼的场面，居然如此轻松的就掩了过去？ “大哥！”卫庄却有些不甘地叫了起来，眉间有一种孤愤，“你还要让着她？你都快要死了，还要让着她？林芷那个女人都已经认也不认你了，那样没良心，你还——” “住口。”话才说了一半，风涧月蓦然回头，目光冷如冰雪，连旁观者心里都是一寒。 “各位道长，请先走吧——我和二弟还有话要谈，恕不远送。”用目光逼回了兄弟的话，风涧月头也不回的对着那帮女冠们淡淡道。 华清抱剑一礼，道：“那么，风阁主，我们告辞。” 和众位姐妹到了楼梯口，华清却出乎意料的站住了，似乎是迟疑了又迟疑，终于忍不住回头，低低说了一句：“还是、还是请好好保重吧……十五年了，她真的都忘了。” 众位姐妹都不知道大师姐说的什么，却看见风涧月瘦峭的肩猛然一震，回过头来，定定看着掌门大师姐，似乎极力回忆着什么，许久才问：“你……？” “蓬山此去无多路，青鸟殷勤为探看——风阁主只怕是也不记得我是谁了吧？”华清师姐一向孤高清冷的瓜子脸上，蓦然有淡淡的笑意，只是微微一稽首，便带着大家走下楼去。 华璎本来想跟着走开，但是目光扫到楼中那一袭紫衣，便不由得迟疑了一下。这一迟疑，便让她落在了众人的后面，孤零零的分外触目。 今日一别之后，不知道相见又是何日。 这七年来她过得平静，但是他又怎样？他、他又做过什么样的事情，遇到过什么样的人？……他与她，生命中都有大段大段不为对方所知的空白，正是这种空白造就了梦幻般旖旎的初遇，却也因为这种空白带来的不确定和不安、让她放弃了一切。 刘郎已恨蓬山远啊，如今，却又隔了蓬山一万重。 “小妍。”看着她走到了楼梯口，卫庄忍不住脱口轻轻唤了一声。然而他不唤还好，一听到他的声音，仿佛如梦惊醒般的，素衣道服的女子一下子转过身子，头也不回的匆匆下楼去了。 华璎咬着牙，一直到单薄的唇都失去血色，只是低着头匆匆地从望湖楼上拾级而下。下到楼门，看见一众姐妹都已在那里等待了，六师妹手中的琉璃灯晃晃摇摇，映出了大家几分好奇、然而欲言又止的神色。 她想，这次回去，她那隐藏了多年的心事，恐怕是再也逃不过师傅的询问了。 “大家都走吧，快点回去，不然师傅要担心了。”华清大师姐还是能镇得住场面的人，尴尬的气氛中，她意味深长的看着自己，然后终究没有问什么，只是淡淡吩咐了一句。