seek benevolence

6.

After resting in Baishou Mountain for half a month, Yu Su's injury has recovered by [-] to [-]%.Adjust interest rate every day, never abandoned.

In the middle of the month, Ye Qing sent him a bag of clothes.When Yu Su asked, he only said that it was getting colder in the mountains and it was time to change into winter clothes. Master was afraid that he would get cold, so he asked him to bring some clothes for him.

Since that day when he gave the sword, Xiao Huan didn't come to him very often, and the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time.The Gui Ze sword was hung on the wall by Yu Su like a treasure, and he took it down to watch it every time he was free, and then waved it around in the courtyard a few times, enjoying himself.

Ye Qing's actions aroused a little bit of throbbing in his heart, a stone was thrown into the originally calm lake of heart, causing ripples.

Suddenly I wanted to meet him.He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, as if he just wanted to say thank you, and it seemed that he could say anything, even listening to him talk about his old friend who passed away for many years.After all, I want to hear his voice, and I can't wait for a moment.

Once this thought came into being, it was like a green willow on the shore of a lake breaking through the ice, growing branches, intensified, and finally became a towering force, which could not be pulled out again.

He tried his best to suppress the heartbeat for no reason, and endured it until late at night.The moon was clear and the clouds had cleared. Yu Su tossed and turned on the couch. After lying down for half an hour, he finally couldn't help but get out of bed, put on his coat, took a pot of wine and went out, heading straight to Xiao Huan's residence. go.

Along the way, I also drank a few sips of wine to strengthen my courage.

If he fell asleep, I would pretend I hadn't been here.he thought.If you are not asleep, pretend to be a night tour, just pass by, go in and say hello, buy him a glass of wine.

He was satisfied with that thought.Carrying the wine, he tiptoed into Xiao Huan's courtyard, the night was quiet, the courtyard was like stagnant water and the sky was bright, there was no one in the courtyard, the room was dark with the lights off.

Appears to be asleep.He couldn't help feeling disappointed and helpless, so he had to stand still and look at the closed window for a while.

After a while he felt something was wrong.He heard a few complaints from Ye Qing who didn't lock the door. Xiao Huan usually doesn't go to bed early. He asked for help, but was always shut outside the door.

At this time, the door of Xiao Huan's room was slightly opened.It was only opened a crack, if it wasn't for Yu Su's good eyesight to stare at it for a long time, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to see anything wrong.

He hesitated for a while, and the heaven and man were at war in his heart. One side was urging him to push open the door and walk in;

Just at this moment, something seemed to have fallen to the ground in the house, and with a bang, it suddenly exploded in the silence of the night, blowing his sanity to pieces.

Yu Su didn't hesitate anymore, and jumped into the house in an instant.There were no lights in the room, only the moonlight shining through the window sills.

He thought that the noise was made by Xiao Huan, so he yelled a few times, but the room was quiet, no one answered, and there was no small rustling sound.

His heart tightened, thinking that he must be a thief.He also felt that this idea was very ridiculous, who would dare to break into his living room to steal something for the majestic head of the White Hart Palace?

Walking a few steps along the inner wall of the house, it was Xiao Huan's bedroom in front of him, but the door was closed tightly without leaving a gap, and he didn't know if that person was inside.Yu Su took a few steps closer, but he saw the culprit who made the noise first - an overturned suitcase.It was placed under the bookshelf, and it seemed that something on the top of the bookshelf was not stable, and it fell and hit it squarely.All the things in the box fell out and spread all over the floor in a mess, with no place to stay.Yu Su squatted down under the moonlight, and carefully picked up one thing—it was a scroll.

He turned to look at other objects that fell on the ground, and found that without exception, they were all well-bound picture scrolls.I was surprised for a moment, I didn't expect the martial arts master to have such a good mood.He became curious, and really wanted to see how Xiao Huan's painting skills were. If he was not as good as himself, he could have another joke with him.

It's just that Yu Su knew how to be polite, and didn't dare to open the scroll at will.He paused, but still rolled up his sleeves, ready to help Xiao Huan tidy up.Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the scroll, a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"What are you doing here?"

It was Xiao Huan's voice.Yu Su was so frightened that his hands shook, the scroll in his hand fell to the ground, and he shook——

He saw the painting clearly.

Xiao Huan's painting skills are very good.The paper is slightly yellowed, it should be old.On the paper fell a handsome young man, plain clothes and white shirt, with a sword at his waist, black hair tied up high like clouds, and clear eyes, like the moon in the mountains.

It is eight points similar to his appearance.

The inscription is Xiao Huan's handwriting: Yiyou July [-]th, Mingqiu's birthday, written by Xiao Huanzui.

Exactly 12 years ago.

Yu Su was struck by lightning, as if a handful of cold water had been poured from the beginning to the end.He felt cold all over his body, tremblingly raised his head to look at Xiao Huan who walked around in front of him at some point.The man's expression was still calm, and he didn't seem to want to explain at all.

For a while, many fragmentary sentences surfaced in the memory, piercing him to pieces.

"Live creatures like cats and dogs, can they be painted?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever drawn a person?"

A tinge of anger suddenly rose in Yu Su's heart for no reason, and the anger gradually increased, becoming monstrous.He threw down the scroll in his hand suddenly, changed to other scrolls, stared at Xiao Huan's eyes and took them apart.

Jiashen Mid-Autumn Festival, bamboo and cypresses reflect the moon, as if seeing an old friend.Essay play.

Renwu Qingming, there is rain, and the soul is summoned.

Renchen Shangyuan.There are tens of thousands of colorful lanterns under the mountain, and another new mystery is very interesting. I am waiting for Yu Zhizhi to enjoy it with you.

……

The earliest painting was made in the year of Wuyin, exactly 20 years ago.

Yu Su's whole body was numb and he was having headaches, but he couldn't utter a single word.

After a long time, he raised his head very slowly, his face was pale, he looked directly into Xiao Huan's eyes, and said word by word: "Xie Mingqiu is dead."

The corners of Xiao Huan's mouth curled up slightly, and the expression in his eyes was quite gentle: "Yes."

Yu Su gritted his teeth and said, "You said that."

Xiao Huan looked at him with tenderness in his eyes, but suddenly smiled very bleakly.

He said: "If I let him live, he must live. Even if the king of Hades comes, he must go back to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Su seemed to be covered in ants all over his body, the breath in his body was in chaos, and he even vomited a mouthful of blood.

He casually wiped the blood on his lower lip, panted for a while, and then asked, "Why did you give me his sword?"

Seeing him vomiting blood, Xiao Huan didn't show any anxiety on his face.Instead, he slowly squatted down and looked at him at the same level: "I said that the sword is just a dead thing, it is better to give it to someone who is destined. I think you are destined, so I will give it to you naturally."

Yu Su resisted the throbbing pains rising from his heart, and couldn't help but sneered, "Then why did you take back that pen?"

Xiao Huan's face was soft, and he stretched out a hand, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and pinched his chin again.

"I only say this to him." He looked at Yu Su and smiled again, "Are you him?"