Brilliant thorn

They deliberately avoided the locations of the major sects along the road and went northward by detour.

Walking and singing all the way, carefree, like a group of travelers who go out together and return home exhausted.

When they reached the foot of a mountain, everyone got off their horses one after another and went up the mountain on foot.

There is a stone tablet outside the mountain gate, engraved with the words "Chunshan Terrace", Xiao Jue suddenly understood that the real purpose of this trip was not Peidu in the northern part of the Great Wall.

"It turns out that the real lair of the Demon Cult is here."

The Red Moon Sect has become more and more low-key due to its behavior over the past few decades. Few people know the location of its establishment, and even the name of the current leader is a mystery.

"Right now, the entire Central Plains Wulin wishes to dig three feet to find Fu Shaoxia. Why do you want to go to Islam at this time? If you show up and claim that I was the one who saved your life in the fire, maybe the righteous way of Wulin is for your sake. Will smile with me and wipe away all grievances."

These few days Xiao Jue ignored Fu Shaoyu's love and only gave him a look when he was talking about serious matters.

Fu Shaoyu laughed heartily: "If I have this kind of weight, I will definitely hand over the whole martial arts world to you."

Xiao Jue snorted lightly: "It's not rare."

"I don't care too much. I've done what I need to do, and I don't bother to flirt with those people anymore. The most important thing right now is to take you home," Fu Shaoyu wrapped his arms around him and brought him into his arms, almost biting his lips on the With red ears pointed, he whispered with a smile, "Tie you to me."

Xiao Jue gritted his teeth and pushed him away, striding up the mountain.

Tang Yun caught up with the trend, and beside Xiao Jue, he began to chatter about how he endured humiliation and worked hard these days.

Thanks to Fu Shaoyu, the fragile friendship between the two has recently been repaired.

The two envoys on the left and right looked at each other, and they came to Fu Shaoyu's side tacitly, one left and one right surrounded their abandoned leader carefully.

"Master, lord," Chu Feng said first, "Did you play it off this time? I think if you listened to my advice, acting in moderation, the beauty wouldn't be so arrogant."

Cen Buyu followed closely behind, patted Fu Shaoyu on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "The teacher has a long way to go, but you can ask Jueying for some experience."

"Yes, yes, yes," Chufeng echoed with a smile, "Jeeying and Xiao Tangtang had almost broken up before, but you see the two of them now, tsk tsk tsk, they are full of affection, which makes people envious."

Cen Buyu hooked his fingers at Jueying behind him: "Tell me quickly, how did you ask Xiao Tang to forgive me, and give the leader some advice."

Jueying really thought about it carefully, and finally gave Fu Shaoyu the four-character motto.

——Persistence is the most important thing.

Fu Shaoyu remained expressionless, telling the three of them to get away as far away as possible.

Chunshan Terrace is built with the characteristics of Jiangnan gardens. There are many rare stones and precious trees. It is also in the midsummer season. The mountains are full of flowers, and the fragrance is floating. It is as beautiful as a paradise.

The most eye-catching thing is the hillside in front of the door.

The pine-leaved peonies all over the slope are blooming very enthusiastically, blown by the wind under the summer sun, forming a flowing firework.

Xiao Jue recalled what Fu Zhanfeng had told him about the old days, and thought that coming here was the flower field where Fu Shaoyu's mother sneaked out to plant without facing the wall and thinking about her mistakes.

In a sense, the flowers blooming so well can be regarded as another continuation of her life.

"Indigo, take Xiao Jue to settle down for a while," Fu Shaoyu turned his head and said to Xiao Jue, "You should familiarize yourself with the environment first, and I will come back as soon as I go."

After speaking, he took Chufeng, Cen Buyu and Jueying to a temple not far away.

Tang Jun enthusiastically explained to Xiao Jue: "That is the silent hall, where the major rudder masters and sect masters report their educational affairs."

Indigo smiled and said: "Brother Yun hasn't returned for ten years, but he still remembers the scenery in the school."

"That's right, I have a good memory." Tang Yun patted his chest, but what he didn't say was that in the past ten years, he has always wanted to come back.

This is his home, with the people he loves the most.

It is his belief.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be able to survive ten years in such a ruthless and cruel environment as Taxian Pavilion.

"Let's go, show me what has changed!" Tang Yun was very excited, and dragged Chixue to let her be a guide, while Indigo led Xiao Jue to Songyexuan, Fu Shaoyu's daily life. place.

There are also many pine-leaved peonies planted in the courtyard. There are two wing rooms on the left and right sides of the main hall, which are used as study rooms and bathrooms respectively.

Indigo took him into the main hall, and said: "Because young master seldom stays in the church these few years, the dormitory looks a bit deserted, if elder brother Xiaojue is in short supply, just ask Ah Qing."

Xiao Jue nodded, looked at the huge bedroom, Indigo no longer bothered, bowed and retreated.

The dormitory faces north from the south, a carved wooden bed is placed on the east side, azure curtains are drawn on both sides, and red safety knots are hung at the beginning and end.

Behind a screen in the outer room, next to the window on the south side, there is a low table of yellow pear wood, complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and an unfinished painting under the paperweight.

It is a portrait, but the facial features are not drawn, only the outline of the body.

It can be seen that the person who wrote the brush really put his heart into the painting, but because he has no talent, the painting is extremely ugly.

No wonder the facial features were not drawn.

Xiao Jue curled up his mouth, sat down on the low bench, took out a pen, and wanted to draw some ink to draw Fu Shaoyu's sharp eyebrows, but the ink in the inkstone was dry, so he hung up the pen again.

Boringly, he flipped through the scrolls on the desks, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the painting vat behind him. There were many painting scrolls inserted in it. Xiao Jue picked one at random, leaned against the window, and opened it to read.

The pupils of the eyes dilated slightly in surprise.

It was also a portrait, different from the unfinished volume on the low table, the person in the painting in front of him had delicate eyebrows and a slightly green outline of a young man.

Looking forward to life, lifelike.

Xiao Jue's fingers trembled a little, as if he was scalded by the shy smiling eyes of the person in the painting. He put the scroll aside, and opened the rest of the scrolls in the vat one by one.

In the end, eight or nine portraits covered the floor.

Every one is him.

"Yo, the floor is full of silver, tsk tsk tsk!" A head poked under the propped up window, Xiao Jue looked back, it was Chufeng.

"How did you come?"

"It's none of my business, I just slipped out."

Chufeng smiled, and stretched his arms lightly by the window sill. In the blink of an eye, he had entered the room lightly and neatly, without stepping on the picture scrolls all over the floor.

He picked up one at random, raised his eyebrows at Xiao Jue, and said, "Don't tell me, the painting is really similar, but you have grown up now, and you look better than when you were a child."

As he said that, Chufeng saw the unfinished painting on the table again, and burst out laughing.

Xiao Jue frowned slightly, and argued, "I didn't draw this."

"Hahahaha I know, I know!" Chufeng fell to the ground laughing, and saw someone looking in from the window, beckoning: "Little Tang Tang, come quickly, come and see the ingenious work of our leader."

Tang Yun poked her head and took a look, then smiled and lay down on the window sill.

Xiao Jue looked at this, looked at that, and said puzzled: "This is drawn by Brother Yu, what about these? What are you laughing at?"

Chufeng smiled and said, "These on the ground are all drawn by Brother Cen."

Xiao Jue frowned, his face full of disbelief.

Cen Buyu, the right envoy of the Devil's Cult, has a nickname called "Iron Faced Eagle Claw". The word "Eagle Claw" means that his right hand is skinny and distorted, with only four fingers. How could these paintings come from a disabled hand?

Chufeng naturally understood his doubts, and explained: "Don't look at Brother Cen's right hand, but it definitely matches the word'Miaoshou Danqing'. Brother Cen, it took him three months to paint in the studio."

"I testify," Tang Yun raised his hand, "The portrait I gave you back then was also written by Brother Cen. Tsk tsk tsk, with so many paintings, Brother Cen has made a lot of money."

"That's not true," Chu Feng said with a smile, "Back then, the leader dictated and asked Brother Cen to draw, how could the painting be like it? I have revised and revised many drafts, and it was not a waste of time!"

He twirled his fingers, and Tang Yun asked curiously: "Then how much money did he ask for these sons?"

Chufeng said: "I don't know about this, but I can't estimate the number." He raised a finger and shook it.

Tang Yun thumped the wall angrily: "Brother Cen was fighting crickets that day and yelled that he has no money, you are a miser!"

He paused, then suddenly pointed at Chufeng, and angrily revealed the truth to Xiao Jue: "The medicine powder that made you temporarily lose your internal energy on the portrait of the young master was made by this guy!"

"Hey!" Chu Feng glared at him angrily, "We're talking about painting, what are you talking about?"

"I have to explain clearly. Xiao Jue always thought that I deliberately harmed him. Every time we met, he would kill him with a knife. After all, I took the blame for you and Big Brother Cen!" Tang Yun said unconvinced.

"You kid..."

"Why?" Xiao Jue murmured.

"Huh?" Chu Feng was instantly drawn back to his attention, "Why?"

Xiao Jue was silent for a while, then looked up at him, and said, "Brother Yu thinks I'm dead? He hasn't... been to Taxian Pavilion all these years."

That's why I found someone to paint so many portraits of him, and I haven't looked for him for so many years.

Chufeng and Tang Yun looked at each other, exchanged eyes, and finally Chufeng said, "Well, let me take you to a place, I think if I don't tell you this, according to the leader's temperament, he will I will never tell you in my life."

Xiao Jue: "What?"

Chufeng shook his head, did not answer immediately, but got up and walked out the door: "Follow me."

The three of them walked out of Songye Pavilion, walked through winding corridors and flying pavilions, and finally came to a slightly desolate and remote place in the back mountain, which seemed a little cold in midsummer.

Tang Yun crossed her arms and asked in confusion, "Why are you here to blame yourself?"

Chufeng pushed aside a piece of luxuriant weeds as tall as a person, and a slightly dilapidated bamboo house suddenly appeared in front of him. There was a stone tablet in the open space in front of the house, engraved with three mottled red characters "Zuijizhai".

"No one has been here in recent years."

Chufeng walked around the stone tablet and pushed open the door of the bamboo house, and the dust and damp air rushed in.

He fanned the wind and stepped into the door first.

"Look at it, when you came back from Taxian Pavilion, the young master was imprisoned here."

Xiao Jue looked around, the tiny place was empty, only a bed and a table.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he said in a deep voice, "Why were you punished?"

"He went down the mountain privately, and even went to such a dangerous place as Taxian Pavilion, which made Grandpa almost vomit blood. Back then, he only wanted to take you away from Buzhi Peak, and I took a lot of effort to tie him up. Come back,? He still didn't give up, and tried to escape several times, but was discovered in time." Chufeng sighed, "Grandpa was so angry that he locked him here."

Tang Yun asked softly, "How long have you been locked up?"

Chu Feng said, "Five years."

"Hey!" Tang Yun was startled, "Grandpa is willing to do so? Young Master, that is the treasure he has held in his palm since he was a child!"

Chu Feng glanced at Xiao Jue quietly, and sighed: "Of course I don't want to part with it, but every time grandpa is soft-hearted and comes to ask him if he regrets it, the two of them will break up unhappy. It wasn't until one time that grandpa was fainted by anger that he stop."

The growth of young people seems to be completed overnight.

Chufeng said: "He punished himself to live here for two years before he was willing to move out."

Xiao Jue's hands that were covered under his sleeves were clenched into fists.

Chufeng didn't want to make the atmosphere so dignified, and joked: "Later, I heard from my grandfather that we Fu Shaoxia are the ones who have lived in this small shabby house for the longest time since Chiyue started teaching."

Tang Yun smiled cooperatively a few times, carefully observing Xiao Jue's expression.

Chufeng kicked him secretly, pouting his mouth, indicating that it was time for him to speak.

Tang Jun nodded again and again, cleared his throat, and said, "Well, in fact, the young master has not forgotten you. He has always had brother Tocen and Chufeng to send me a message, telling me to take good care of you in Taxian Pavilion. Otherwise, I will Why are you rushing to put your hot face on your cold ass? Right?"

Chufeng kicked him again: "Speak seriously."

"Get up," Tang Yun patted him away, thought for a while, and then said to Xiao Jue, "Although you are thousands of miles away, your son knows everything about you."

Xiao Jue's eyes turned red, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

He walked to the dusty desk and picked up a pile of yellowed rice paper on it.

Flipping through one by one, I found that the following ones were all written with the same sentence.

——Looking at the shadow of the moon with stunning beauty,? Xiao Xiao ancient way thin west wind.

With two "clicks", big teardrops fell on the paper unknowingly, blurring his name with old ink marks.