Weak Water and Yellow Spring Thirty Thousand Miles [Comprehensive Martial Arts + Red Mansion]

……

The night of the full moon passed like this.

No matter how much turmoil has been caused in the Jianghu, no matter how much this battle is talked about and regarded as a legend, it is finally over...

Those who went to the palace to watch the martial arts contest that day tacitly did not mention Ye Gucheng's assassination in the palace, so as to keep his name clear after death.

On the contrary, that battle was exaggerated and praised in every possible way.The demeanor of that sword has also become the realm that everyone in the world yearns for.

Ye Gu's name is still juxtaposed with Ximen Chuuxue, and the higher the status of Ximen Chuuxue is as the realm of Ximen Chuuxue gets deeper.

……

Lin Heng stood under the porch somewhat disappointed, reaching out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes.

four years ago.

Spring goes, autumn comes, winter solstice.

Year after year, Ye Gucheng still did not wake up.

Not long after that battle, snowflakes fell in the capital, and people said that it was the white clouds in the sky mourning the peerless swordsman.

At that time, Lin Heng only thought it was funny—Ye Gucheng was not dead yet, so why mourn?

But today, when he saw this snowflake again, he couldn't help but feel infinite melancholy in his heart.

Ye Gucheng should have woken up a long time ago, but he just refused to wake up.

The imperial doctor came, Hui Hua also came, everyone said that his heart has been repaired, and he should have woken up a year ago.

"If he doesn't wake up, it just means that he doesn't want to wake up." Hui Hua leaned against the door frame with a complicated expression: "It might be useful for you to talk to him every day."

Whether it is useful or not, Lin Heng doesn't know, but he will come and sit for a while every day.It's a pity that he is not good at words, even if he came over, he couldn't say anything.

Most of the time, you can only bring a few greetings and do your best.

Gong Xuanyu came down to court, wearing a big cloak, and walked towards this side.

Every day at this time, he would come to pick Lin Heng back.

"Brother Heng."

He took a few steps forward, held Lin Heng's hand, and wrapped it in his palm: "Tian Liang, let's go back."

Lin Heng nodded with a smile, and walked back hand in hand with him.

"Brother Xuan."

"Well, what happened?"

"It's nothing." Lin Heng sighed: "I just suddenly felt that maybe I should send Ye Gucheng out of the palace."

Gong Xuanyu smiled: "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"I originally wanted to wait for Ye Gucheng to wake up and let him decide whether to show up again, but he refused to wake up for a long time. Brother Hui asked me to talk to him more, but I am really not good at words. If this continues , it is just to delay his illness, send him out of the palace, let Lu Xiaofeng whisper in his ear every day, the effect may be much better."

He frowned slightly, and said worriedly.

Gong Xuanyu pinched his palm, noncommittal: "That's fine."

Lin Heng showed a faint smile: "I'll write a letter to Qitong, asking him to bring Lu Xiaofeng to the capital."

"Don't you want Ximen Chuuxue to come?" Gong Xuanyu raised his eyebrows.

"Ximen Chuuxue..." Lin Heng thought for a while, but still shook his head: "I don't know, only Ye Gucheng can decide this kind of thing."

He thought of Ximen Chuuxue's various behaviors after Ye Gucheng's death, and couldn't help but feel helpless.If Ye Gucheng woke up, facing Ximen Chuuxue like this, I don't know how much headache it would be.

While talking, they had already returned to Qianqing Palace. Gong Xuanyu helped Lin Heng untie his cloak, handed it to Ying Ran who was at the side, and casually untied himself, and then dragged Lin Heng inside.

"Do you want to take a bath?" He asked, while he was already pulling people towards the bath.It was windy and snowy outside, and even though he was holding an umbrella, his hair was still wet. With Brother Heng's temperament, he must take a bath.

Lin Heng nodded lazily and followed him inside.

After bathing and changing clothes, Lin Heng sat in front of the desk, holding a pen and began to write letters. Gong Xuanyu stood aside and helped him brush his hair, quite enjoying this plain sweetness.

After Lin Heng finished writing the letter to Hualou, he carefully packed it, put it aside, and then started to write another letter.

This letter was written to Shiyin.

He rambled on and wrote a lot, until he saw that the envelope could not fit, he stopped writing and sealed the envelope.

"Shiyin married far away, I really can't bear her." Lin Heng stared at the envelope resentfully, and sighed.

Gong Xuanyu shook his head, a smile flashed in his eyes, every time Brother Heng wrote a letter to his sister, he would feel so sad, it was really dumbfounding.

"Okay, they'll be back in spring." He stroked Lin Heng's long hair with a smile and comforted him.

A year ago, Lin Shiyin and Tang Wuying finally got married. Lin Heng was depressed for a long time, and finally had no choice but to accept the reality.

"Hey……"

Lin Heng leaned his head on his waist and said softly, "Daiyu is eighteen this year."

"My little Yu'er has grown up too, I can't keep it anymore..." His voice was full of helpless sadness.

Gong Xuanyu patted his head, and said: "Her sister was only married at twenty, and it's okay for her to marry at twenty. You can keep her for another two years."

Lin Heng nodded heavily, put his arms around his waist and rubbed against his waist, Gong Xuanyu smiled and bent down to kiss him.

"Brother Xuan..."

"How about I accept an apprentice?" He raised his head and looked at Gong Xuanyu with wet eyes.

"Accepting disciples? Why did you suddenly think of this?" Gong Xuanyu was a little surprised.

Lin Heng blinked, and said: "The last time I left the palace, Wang Xifeng brought her eldest daughter to see me. There was some meaning to it. I said at the time that I would think about it."

"So, why, do you like that little girl?" Gong Xuanyu pinched his chin and asked with a smile.

"En." Lin Heng nodded, showing a smile: "After all, they are blood relatives, and they look a bit like my mother."

Although Jia Min passed away early, Lin Heng's voice and smile are always in Lin Heng's heart. He has a good impression of Jia Shu, the eldest sister of Jia Lian's family, who looks like Jia Min.

"It's fine if you like it. Let them send the child to the palace. At most, it's just another princess. It won't be a big deal." Gong Xuanyu said casually.

Lin Heng smiled and rolled his eyes: "I guess that's what they came up with. Those who come from a noble family are unwilling to be resigned to being a gangster, and they always want to plan something for their daughter."

"But... after entering the palace, I can't help what they think. I have the final say on how to teach the children."

He smiled rather smugly, like a cat who stole a small fish.

Gong Xuanyu stretched out his hand and tapped the tip of his nose: "Even so, they won't lose any money."

"Parents all over the world have the same heart, why bother so much? They must have thought about it for a long time when they made this decision. After all, children will hardly be able to stay by their side in the future." Lin Heng said.

Gong Xuanyu chuckled: "No matter what, as long as you are happy."

……

Since deciding to accept apprentices, Lin Heng has been busy.

The Ruo Shui Heart Sutra that he practiced had too high a physical requirement, and the little girl failed to meet the standard, so Lin Heng began to sort out the exercises by himself.

Jia Shu is eight years old this year, and she can just start basic martial arts training. There is no need to worry too much about internal skills. You can find a gentle basic mental method to transition, and when he has perfected the skills, he can start practicing directly.

The new inner strength method is born out of the Ruo Shui Heart Sutra, but the moves are more light and agile. Lin Heng refers to Shi Guanyin's demon dance and Gongsun Lan's sword dance. The beauty of each move is indescribable, which is suitable for girls. practice.

After the exercise was finally completed, it was named "Ming Yu Jue".

That afternoon, Gong Xuanyu went to the South Study Room to meet the ministers, and when he came back, he saw Lin Heng sitting in front of the table with his back to him, writing and drawing.

He leaned over and saw that Lin Heng was drawing a picture of a lady with fine brushwork, and the woman in the fluttering skirt was making a very graceful movement.

Lin Heng heard the voice, put down his pen, and turned to look at him.

"Brother Xuan, what do you think of my painting?"

"Eh..." Gong Xuanyu hesitated for a moment in embarrassment.

"It's a good painting," he said.

Lin Heng stared at him for a while, then quietly said: "You tell the truth."

Gong Xuanyu was helpless: "Brother Heng... How should I put it, your paintings can be seen to have been studied... But it is a pity that there is form but no spirit, appearance but no rhyme. If you insist, it is for the yamen The level of drawing a wanted portrait, after all, is a meticulous painting, and the painting is quite similar."

"..." Lin Heng was speechless for a long time, and buried his head down. Although he was mentally prepared, he still felt humiliated.

Gong Xuanyu quickly hugged him and coaxed him: "Why did my baby suddenly think of drawing? Actually, there is still a lot of room for improvement, how about I teach you?"

Lin Heng shook his head and grabbed him: "Why don't you help me draw, I will do the movements, and you will help me draw them."

Brother Xuan is proficient in the six arts, and his painting skills are very good. I don't know how much better than him, why bother to beat him to death?

Gong Xuanyu chuckled lightly: "Okay~"

Lin Heng thought for a while and emphasized: "Remember to draw a beautiful woman when you draw, don't draw like me, I will show it to my apprentices in the future."

Gong Xuanyu smiled: "I will draw two copies, one for myself to read, and one for that little girl."

Lin Heng gave him a helpless look, already getting used to his indecency.

Painting is a delicate job, even if it is a small picture, it takes a lot of time, at most three or five pictures can be drawn every day, but Lin Heng is not in a hurry, just take his time.

While Lin Heng was perfecting his exercises, he counted the days with his fingers. Judging from Hua Manlou's reply, they would arrive in the capital in three to five days.

Just when Lin Heng thought that Ye Gucheng would not wake up in a short time and had already decided to hand Ye Gucheng over to Lu Xiaofeng, Ye Gucheng woke up.

"What did you say? Are you really awake?!" Lin Heng looked at Ying Ran with surprise.

"Master Hui, I'm really awake." Ying Ran covered her mouth and smiled.

"I gonna go see."

After he finished speaking, he ran away like a gust of wind.

The author has something to say: I saw a relative asking for a red envelope, and when it’s over, I’ll send out a red envelope to everyone~ ok~