Sword Three: Wen Huayu

In the morning, the sun was only slightly cooler.In the middle of the mountain, there are clouds and mist, and the green shade is slanting across the top of the head, sprinkled with pale golden debris, and the dew still hangs on the leaves.

The purple-clothed boy raised his hand and tapped the green leaf, opened his mouth to hold the slowly rolling water drops, picked off the leaf, exposed it to the fine sunlight, threw it into the medicine basket behind his back, and continued to meander up the mountain gravel road ahead.

The young man was slender and thin, with delicate and gentle eyebrows, slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, thin lips lightly pursed, eyelashes drooping down, exuding a lazy and tired atmosphere.The lavender loose robe and the green onion mountain are integrated into one, like purple flowers bursting out of the green bushes, unexpectedly harmonious and quiet.The medicine basket on the young man's back seems to have been used for a long time and has been worn a lot, but it is still tough.

Walking alone to a secluded place, a towering ancient tree forms a forest alone, rough vines hang down from the crown of the tree, and take root in the ground.The young man walked to the trunk of the old tree, put down the medicine basket, leaned against the strong trunk, took out a book, and wrote something on it with the brush he carried with him.

"Yang Qingyun..." the young man suddenly sighed, his voice was soft and clear, making one feel like spring breeze, "Did you forget me?"

The boy stayed on the mountain until almost noon, then picked up the medicine basket again and walked down the mountain leisurely.

"Second Master, where is Master?"

Jun Xiao has not been to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley for a long time, and the young man still greets the Taoist priest in white who is really practicing sword practice very familiarly.Jun Xiao put away his sword and said, "I'm sleeping."

As if he had gotten used to it, the young man didn't stay too long. After nodding towards Junxiao, he went straight to the Samsung Moon Moon and boiled medicine by the lake—just like he had done thousands of times in the past few years.

The boy raised his head, the sun was already a little dazzling.

It's been five years, Yang Qingyun, why haven't you come to me?

Only the sound of the zither was heard, and the steel knives in the hands of a few men in rough clothes fell to the ground, covering their ears and writhing in pain, uttering terrifying screams.

The villagers looked gratefully at the young man who was as immaculate as a banished fairy, standing on tiptoe with his clothes fluttering.

The young man's slender and bony fingers pressed on the vibrating strings, and then he said coldly, "Get out."

The voice is thin and cold, without any emotion, like a piece of thousand-year-old ice that makes people tremble.The men who committed crimes in the village felt as if they had been pardoned when they heard about it. They even rolled and crawled, trying to escape without taking the steel knife.The boy's eyes were covered by several layers of white gauze, making it impossible to see the emotional fluctuations inside.

As if remembering something, he rubbed the strings with his fingertips, and suddenly turned the piano over for a week and played a few yu tunes. The big man who thought he was about to escape suddenly bled from his orifices and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Twitch a few times and die.

Yang Qingyun still had no waves on her face, she exuded a cold aura all over her body, she just put the Qin behind her back and continued on her way.

The villagers who were frightened a lot were still immersed in the shock for a long time and couldn't extricate themselves...

Cleaning up a few gangsters was just blocked, and I was in a bad mood.Yang Qingyun watched the light and shadow change in front of her through the white gauze, and the horse ran fast, lifting the white gauze a little.

Since leaving Longmen Desert five years ago, on the way back to Changgemen, Yang Qingyun's eyes have been able to see, but no one knows why Yang Qingyun keeps covering her eyes with white gauze.After returning from the outside, Yang Qingyun became more indifferent and unapproachable. He made it clear that he refused people thousands of miles away. He practiced the piano all day long, practiced the piano, and then tried it. It is advancing by leaps and bounds, and what follows is that it treats people more withdrawn——

Yang Qingyun didn't know what was wrong with her.It just seemed that without Pei Qing around, everything became dull, and all he could do was to make himself stronger, and then go back to find him.

Sometimes I feel inexplicably afraid, afraid that time will fade away, afraid that when I really see Pei Qing, he will not have the soft smile on his face as imagined, and he will no longer rub his arms intimately.Indeed, he had never even seen Pei Qing's appearance, let alone heard Pei Qing's voice—it was almost like a stranger, but he could always tell Pei Qing's direction and his temperature immediately.

All things can only be understood after seeing Pei Qing.And will Pei Qing remember the childhood friendship?

When Yang Qingyun walked up to Wanhua Valley, recalling what happened when she first arrived in Wanhua, she couldn't help but curl her lips slightly.

In the past five years, Yang Qingyun's smile was only for the memories of being with Pei Qing.Now that we really want to see each other, Yang Qingyun is inexplicably unable to move forward.

What should we do if we meet?

Will Pei Qing throw herself into her arms like in the past?If he just stood still and said, "Don't come here without any harm", would he not be able to resist going up to hug Pei Qing into his arms, and would he have to say, "Respect yourself"?

Yang Qingyun didn't dare to imagine.

Perhaps the thing Yang Qingyun thought about the most in the past five years was only about Pei Qing.

Yang Qingyun has always been clear that although Pei Qing looks gentle and well-behaved, in fact it is not so simple. He will not be so stupid as a 12-year-old child who calmly poured his energy on the red-clothed disciples and then came back and said to him coquettishly. I was scared and thought the child was a little white rabbit.

Yang Qingyun didn't mind Pei Qing being like this, but she also felt uneasy because of it. If Pei Qing treated her with such a calm attitude instead of grabbing her arm and deliberately acting like a spoiled child, what would happen to her.He would probably stand there just as calmly.

He's not a sentimental person, but when it comes to a complex creature like Pei Qing - a child who rushed into the robbery team and came back with peace of mind to ask for comfort and said that he was frightened by bad guys - he couldn't help but think too much.

When he came to the front of the formation at the entrance of Wanhua Valley, he realized that it seemed that he could not pass through the formation.

When Yang Qingyun was thinking about whether to break the formation forcefully, footsteps came from behind, Yang Qingyun took off the white gauze vigilantly, and turned around.

In front of him was a Cang Yun who had never seen before, with cold and hard features, handsome with a little arrogance, probably in his twenties and thirties, with a tall figure.That Cang Yun was also watching him, for a moment, Cang Yun asked, "What's the matter with Wanhua?"

It seems that Wanhua is his home.

At this time, the formation suddenly vibrated, Cang Yun ignored Yang Qingyun, and passed him straight away, Yang Qingyun followed and turned around again, seeing a purple shadow flashing in the formation, with white hair, almost the whole person rushed towards him Entering Cang Yun's arms, Cang Yun firmly caught the man, only to hear the man's strong taste of coquettishness, "Why did brother come back... Zheng'er misses brother so much!"

If Pei Qing could speak back then... maybe it would be like this.

...Wait, why is that voice so familiar just now?Zheng'er... Who is Zheng'er?

Yang Qingyun's expression became a little stiff for a moment, at this time Pei Yufeng also found Yang Qingyun who was standing aside, said "Hey", and said, "Isn't this Qingyun?" Cang Yun stood behind Pei Yufeng, no say.

Pei Yunfeng walked over with a smile, Yang Qingyun bowed respectfully to Pei Yunfeng, and said, "Qingyun has seen senior."

When she raised her eyes and looked at Pei Yufeng again, Yang Qingyun finally understood why everyone said that Pei Yufeng was a great beauty—it was indeed unbelievably beautiful, the long silver-white hair complemented her facial features, and even gave people A sudden sense of unreality, like... an evildoer.Obviously according to calculations, Pei Yunfeng should be thirty and one years old, but like a young man, the years have not left any traces on him.

But Yang Qingyun just glanced at Pei Yunfeng, then bowed her head respectfully.

"Have you finally come to find Qing'er? It caused us Qing'er to wait so long." Pei Yunfeng's tone was brisk, unlike before, no matter if she pretended to be, she still carried the inherent sadness.Now it feels like something precious has been lost and recovered.

"Yes, this junior was negligent." Yang Qingyun said.Pei Qing is waiting for him?

"Don't come." Pei Yufeng sighed, "Qing'er, he is gone..."

"What!" Yang Qingyun raised her head instantly, her eyes widened, her body froze, not knowing how to react.

"The boy's eyes are so pretty." Pei Yufeng patted Yang Qingyun's shoulder, "Just kidding, Qing'er just went to the Hidden Sword Villa to participate in the Famous Sword Conference the day before yesterday, and she is indeed not in Wanhua."

Yang Qingyun's eyebrows twitched twice.

Cang Yun came up and held Pei Yunfeng in his arms, that Cang Yun was much taller than Pei Yunfeng - in fact Pei Yunfeng was not short, but was made a little smaller by the Cang Yun.Pei Yufeng leaned on Cang Yun affectionately, and cast a look at Yang Qingyun, "Hurry up and chase after me, don't wrong my precious apprentice."

Cang Yun, whom Pei Yunfeng called his elder brother, gently hugged Pei Yunfeng, without looking at Yang Qingyun, he entered the formation with light kung fu, and Yang Qingyun could still see Cang Yun holding Pei Yunfeng from a distance. Put it on your own shield and do light work.

Yang Qingyun began to consider the possibility of flying Pei Qing on her piano...

Putting on the white gauze again, Yang Qingyun headed towards Hidden Sword Villa.

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