Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The sun was setting in the west, and the twilight was closing in. The orange setting sun sprinkled on the snow on the roof, coating the original pale plain color with a layer of rose red.

Also red-plated are the scrolls hanging on both sides of the mourning hall. The white gauze flutters high in the wind, and the overlapping folds stretch out, as if to lead the sunset to the ground and fill the entire garden with the borrowed color.

As a result, the deserted and desolate garden becomes warm, and the evening light is like a fire, attracting the ghosts of the dead with a moment of brilliance.

It's a pity that there are no ghosts in the courtyard, only people, and there are two people.

Lu Zhengqiu left first, went to the inn to settle Si Yutong and the prisoners, and left Di Dongqing and Mu Chuan in the yard.

Mu Chuan still didn't say a word, he had long been used to the desertedness, he just stood quietly in the sunset, silent like a log, waiting.

Di Dongqing's heart was not very peaceful, he was still thinking about Mu Chuan's words just now.

First, it turns out that Mu Chuan has been trying to find out about Master. After nine years of searching, he has grown from an ignorant child to a vigorous young man, and he still hasn't given up searching.

Second, Shen Zhaoyun, Mu Chuan's master, is very likely to be the Shen Qianhu that Qian Sunli mentioned. In addition to his appearance matching the description, Shen Zhaoyun also used his left hand to hold a pen and his left hand to hold a knife. This unique habit, It is really rare in the rivers and lakes.

Di Dongqing naturally couldn't tell where the people from the rivers and lakes lived and why they became officers of the Dingguo Army.

And how Mu Chuan feels at this moment, he has never experienced it.

He just looked in Mu Chuan's direction, as if he saw a trace of familiar melancholy in the stranger's back.

The wonder of life lies in the inadvertent acquaintance.

He also couldn't tell where this intimacy came from. On weekdays, he didn't often talk to people, but at this moment, he couldn't help but want to have a few words with the other person.

So, he stepped forward and said, "Brother Mu Chuan, dare to ask what kind of person your master is?"

Mu Chuan blinked, tilted his head and looked at him, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

He immediately changed his words: "If you don't disclose it, I won't ask."

Mu Chuan also panicked, stumbled and said: "No, it's not inconvenient, but I don't remember too much. After all, it has been so long. To be honest, I didn't like Master when I was young."

Di Dongqing was surprised: "Why?"

Mu Chuan lowered his gaze, his cheeks turned red, "Because, because Master is too fierce."

Di Dongqing was startled: "So your master is a strict teacher."

Mu Chuan asked with confusion, "Huh? Isn't Master always strict?"

Di Dongqing was stopped by the question.

Should one be strict as a teacher?But in his impression, Lu Zhengqiu really has nothing to do with being strict.

Mu Chuan seemed to see his doubts, so he said for him: "Master Zhengqiu has a good temper, it must be because you are very obedient and he likes you. But I, I am different. I am stupid, and I am inferior to you in everything." Get on my big brother."

Di Dongqing raised her eyebrows and said, "So you still have an elder brother."

Mu Chuan nodded: "I practiced martial arts with my elder brother, and my elder brother was better than me in every way, so I always made my master angry. I was ignorant when I was young, but later I realized his painstaking efforts. If I could see him, I would like to treat him He thanks."

"So that's how it is," Di Dongqing said, looking at the people around him, "I hope you can meet again."

Perhaps because his tone was too sincere, Mu Chuan rarely looked directly into his eyes and asked, "Tell me your story."

"my story?"

"I, I want to know how to be a good disciple like you."

"I'm not good at it," Di Dongqing shook her head, "Actually, my master was harsh at times."

Mu Chuan showed a rare look of curiosity: "Oh? When?" After that, he got closer to Di Dongqing, urging him to continue talking with his eyes.

Di Dongqing couldn't help falling into thoughts.

The golden evening light sprinkled on his shoulders, seeming to urge him to dive into the depths of his memory and search for the lucky light.

That was when he just started practicing martial arts.

Practicing martial arts has always been his wish, but his parents refused to allow him. After leaving Anyi City and living with Lu Zhengqiu, he finally got his wish.Lu Zhengqiu fulfilled his original promise and taught him martial arts with his own hands, from moves and routines to inner skills and mental techniques, he taught him everything without reservation.

However, at that time, he was too eager for success, and unintentionally stepped into another extreme. He didn't know how to measure, but he just forced himself with a brute force, and even for the sake of practicing martial arts, his body was still growing. Gradually showing weakness.

It was at that time that Lu Zhengqiu got angry with him.

The elder proposed to compete with him, and picked up a dry and thin branch to fight against the wooden sword in his hand.

He attacked again and again, but was easily resolved by the opponent time and time again.Not to mention winning, he couldn't even touch the corner of the master's clothes.And his own head, neck, shoulders, and arms were all beaten heavily. If the weapon in the opponent's hand was not a branch, but a white blade, he would have died on the spot.

Lu Zhengqiu said to him: "With your foundation, if you want to stand shoulder to shoulder with me, you have to practice for at least ten years. After ten years, you will know the difference."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Ten years is too long, I can't wait, I want to avenge my parents now!"

Lu Zhengqiu said coldly: "Then you will definitely fail. If you can't even see the face of your enemy, you will be buried in your own hands. And there is only one more poor guy in this world."

He was speechless.

He was exhausted, the band on his forehead was wet with sweat, he was half kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't exert any strength.

But the master had one hand behind his back, his expression was calm as usual, even his hair was not messed up, and it was still draped neatly behind his back.

At that time, Master was like a high mountain with light wind and clouds, standing still in front of him with a nearly perfect posture.

His heart was deeply shaken.

Since then, he has abandoned the idea of ​​giving up on himself, and no longer does things beyond his capabilities. During the day, he eats seriously, reads books, and practices martial arts. He is diligent but not anxious.At night, he no longer tossed and turned because of hatred, put aside his obsessions, fell asleep peacefully, and greeted the rising sun every day without distraction.

He once lost everything, as if a hole had been dug out of the rough jade, but since that day, the hole in his heart has been filled with bits and pieces of light.

He opened his arms to the world, and the world embraced him again, re-spreading a tortuous and splendid road at his feet.

His sea is broad and the clouds are high, the sky is long and the road is long, all because of the master's anger.

Therefore, even when the master's stern face in his memory floated in his heart, there was still warmth.

He wanted to share this warmth with the friends he met by chance.

But he immediately remembered Mu Chuan's identity. After all, the other party was a government servant, and he was the legacy of the imperial convict. These past events should not have been brought up in front of the other party.

He could only avoid Mu Chuan's eager gaze, and simply said: "It's nothing, it's just that I was not very obedient when I was young, and I was scolded by the master a few times, and I slowly learned the lesson later."

Instead of questioning his words, Mu Chuan imitated his example, put his hands on his shoulders, and said solemnly: "Your master must have forgiven you long ago."

Di Dongqing smiled back at him.

Mu Chuan lowered his gaze again, and said, "I haven't even apologized to Master, so I must stay tonight, even if it's a ghost, I want to see it."