Embers

At the end of the month, in the misty south of the Yangtze River, a handsome young man in white riding a horse appeared silently.

Ember wiped the tide off her face, and looked at everything in front of her.

Exquisite eaves, scattered pavilions, pedestrians coming and going on the street, there are ladies who walk slowly and elegantly with oil-paper umbrellas, and there are also high-spirited teenagers. Walking through the corner of the street, you can still hear someone in the teahouse upstairs chanting exquisite and delicate of verses.

The sky is ambiguous, soot and azure are intertwined, it seems to be a light melancholy, gently brushing past, and falling drizzle.

Everything in front of me is like an ink painting painted by a famous artist, so beautiful that it is not like the world.

Sitting on the horseback, he raised his head, looked at the distant sky, and said in a low voice, "Master, I'm here."

A gust of cold wind blew by, carrying a warm dampness, as if responding to his words.

Under the eaves, Nie Budu stood staring at Feixue in the courtyard for a long time, the tea in his hand was completely cold.

Mo Yuan felt sorry for him: "Master, how long have you been watching, you should hurry up and go inside, it's so cold outside."

Nie Budu stretched out a hand, lowered his head, looked at his palm, turned around and entered the room for a long time.

Mo Yuan closed the door behind him, still puzzled why the leader has changed since he came back, often alone in silence, or looking to the south in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, how can he still have the arrogant appearance of the past ?

I don't know what to see in the south.

Next door, just as Qiao Chuhe left, Li Mei got up and closed the door, and stood there for a while, as if she had made up her mind, and began to pack her things.

Brother Qiao has nostalgia for the Devil's Cult, but he doesn't. The only motivation for him to persevere in life is no longer here, so the Devil's Cult no longer has any meaning to him!

He collected all the bank notes that Qiao Chuhe gave him.That was half of the money that Qiao Chuhe had saved over the years. Thinking that the two of them were the only ones in the Devil's Cult, and the food and clothing expenses must be inferior to others, so he gave him the money to improve his life.

After packing up her things, Li Mei thought about it, sat down and began to write a letter.

He explained his whereabouts to Qiao Chuhe, and thanked Brother Qiao for taking care of him these days.

After finishing these, he took a deep breath and stood by the window to wait for the dark.

He didn't notice that his hands were trembling slightly.

The first thing to do when you arrive is to find a place to live.Ember is not as particular as Nie Budu, if it is not the best, he chooses a cheap but clean inn after thinking for a while.

When closing the door to organize things, his hand accidentally came across a book. Ember paused and pulled the book out of the package. On the cover were four large characters of "Cuo Hua Xin Jing".

It is Nie Budu's handwriting, which is arrogant and domineering.

After quickly flipping through, he fell silent.

It is a handwritten copy of the "Cuohuaxinjing", or it was copied by Nie Budu himself.Nie Budu knew that he hadn't finished practicing, so he copied another copy for him.

The handwriting is very scribbled, and the scribbles get worse as it goes to the back, as if the copyist was in a hurry.

The more complete the practice, the less backlash you will receive.Nie Budu himself was delayed by a crippled book for ten years, and he was also tortured for ten years, and he no longer wanted him to suffer like this.

Ember couldn't help but think of Nie Budu's tired look on the morning of parting.

With mixed feelings in his heart, he put away his things and sat by the bed, unconsciously rubbing Jieyou's gorgeous scabbard with his fingers.

"After taking you around the south of the Yangtze River, we will deal with those bastards. After everything settles down, we will fulfill our promise to deal with Yan. After that, we can find a good place to spend the rest of our lives."

He looked towards an unknown place with a cold and gentle expression, "Go to the kind of place you want to go, it won't be cold in winter, and there is a good place for pear blossoms in the yard."

In his hands, Jie You'an lay quietly, glowing with a faint brilliance.

The places that Ember has been to before are also limited. The Xiaxianmen and the Devil's Cult are just some taverns. I haven't been to other interesting places. Maybe I have gone to some big occasions with my family before, but after so many years, I still remember them I don't know.

Including what Fu Yan said before, it was probably at some kind of banquet, but he couldn't remember it himself.

When he arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, he naturally wanted to take a good walk. Although he himself had no interest in this, but now that he was living for Ye Bozhou, he couldn't stay in the inn anymore.

After dinner at the inn, he was going to go shopping.

Jiangnan at night has a unique beauty.

When the lanterns come on, it illuminates the gloomy night. When you pass by a larger tea shop, you can hear literati and poets talking about poetry and Fu.With the wet evening wind blowing head-on, Ember stopped in his tracks and looked up at the plaque above his head.

Wanhua Building.

It is also commonly known as a brothel, and he has only heard of this kind of place from Zheng Yijun.

Come to think of it, Ye Bozhou shouldn't have been here before. I haven't seen him leave the Xiaxian Gate a few times throughout the year.

Just standing outside, you can hear the singing and dancing inside, and you can vaguely smell the fragrance of makeup coming out of the doors and windows.

Seeing him stop, the bustard at the door was overjoyed, and hurriedly walked towards him waving a handkerchief: "Oh, young master, come in and play!"

The young man in front of him was only about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in white, with a very good face, his gestures were dignified and sharp, like the young son of a rich family, with a touch of unrestrained and unrestrained style unique to Jianghu people.

No matter what his status is, in short, he looks like a rich man.

Ember subconsciously took a step back, the strong smell of powder on her body made him frowned.

But he hesitated for a moment, and went in with a stiff face.As soon as he entered the room, several charming girls greeted him. Surrounded by Ember, it was the first time that she felt that a woman without martial arts was also a terrifying creature.

"My lord, what kind of girl do you want?" "My lord, what do you think of Peony?" "My lord..." "My lord..."

It's not bad that they are red-eyed. In fact, most of the people who visit brothels are rich men, or even officials with big bellies. The clear stream in the ditch naturally rushes over to accompany it.

Ember endured it for a long time, but couldn't help it, she still frowned, pushed them away and said in a cold voice, "You don't need to accompany me."

Or the bustard would look at her, and hurriedly drove away those vulgar fans, and greeted Ember to go upstairs with a smile: "Young master, don't be surprised, come, tell me what you like? I'll call you Come."

Ember somewhat regretted coming here, thought about Zheng Yijun's description before, and said, "Call a Qingguan over here."

"Okay." The bustard arranged a private room for him with a smile, ordered someone to serve tea, and then went out.

Ember took a sip of tea, feeling that the taste was not as good as Nie Budu's Biluochun.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, and a veiled girl bowed her head and walked in, wearing a light pink gauze skirt, holding a delicate lyre in her hand.

Ember looked at her expressionlessly, and couldn't help but think of the scene from the last martial arts conference many years ago. At that time, Tan Suyu was dressed in white and covered her face with a light veil. A pair of cold and seductive eyes, white clothes are spotless, glamorous and glamorous.

At that time, he was looking at Ye Bozhou's handsome and extraordinary face all day long, and he didn't think much of Tan Suyu, who was overwhelmed by the world, but at this moment he understood that there was a trace of Zheng Yijun's love at first sight.

The girl bowed lightly to him and said in a soft voice, "My little Peach Blossom, I have seen you."

Ember let out a "hmm", and was a little surprised when she saw the girl raised her head.

Her temperament was very different from that of Tan Suyu back then, but her eyes were exquisite and translucent, unexpectedly beautiful.

She looks only eleven or twelve years old, and she doesn't have any dusty smell on her body, and she looks very well-behaved.

Listening to her playing the piano, Ember stroked Jieyou, and slowly closed her eyes.

Only then did Xiao Taohua dare to raise her eyes, and quietly looked at Ember.

What a good-looking big brother, even more beautiful than the gods in the paintings I have seen before.

At this moment, there was a commotion from below, and it was the oiran who appeared on the stage.

From Ember's angle, he could see the scene below by opening the curtain, and he did the same. He glanced at it quickly, and then looked back with a lack of interest.

After a song, Yu Jin got up, feeling that the so-called brothel was nothing more than that, put a note with a large denomination on the table, walked out of the room.

After leaving the door, a large group of women squeezed over, and Ember barely squeezed out from among them, rubbing the space between her brows in depression.

It was already raining outside, pattering, falling on people's faces with a chill that bit into the bone marrow.

At this time, a crisp call suddenly came from above his head: "Big brother!"

Ember turned around and looked up, the little girl in pale pink was looking at him through the window.

Immediately afterwards, an umbrella was thrown down.

Ember caught it quickly, looked up again, and saw that the window had been closed silently.

He opened the somewhat old oil-paper umbrella, remembering the faint welt marks he had seen on the back of the girl's fair neck when he just went out.

In the Demon Sect, Nie Budu was dealing with official business under the lamp, when suddenly Mo Yuan pushed the door open and came in and whispered something in his ear.

Nie Budu immediately stood up: "What!"

Mo Yuan was taken aback: "Teacher, the leader..."

Nie Budu tried his best to control his emotions, and slapped the table: "Go find him right away, even if you search the whole world, you have to find him here!"

Mo Yuan was quite puzzled, why did the leader react so badly because he just lost a robe of Li?

But he still honestly sent someone to look for it.

Nie Budu slowly sat back on the chair, his chest rising and falling with his breathing.

He poured himself a cup of tea and stared at the swaying tea, which reflected his anxious expression.

Li Mei didn't know what effect his leaving would have. He was lying on the bunk and turned over lightly, uttering a dream: "Ember..."

The author has something to say:

Ember: I am so handsome, everyone loves me, so handsome, I feel helpless.

Thank you little fairy Mimi for your support, and thank you Jihuan for the full-screen comments hhhh, by the way, let me ask quietly, is there any cutie who is willing to write a long comment for Ember QAQ