After binding the system I was forced to dress in women [Quick Transmigration]

Yun Heng has never understood why his master's surname is He, but his surname is Yun.

He once questioned the master, but the master was silent every time, without any explanation, so he no longer entangled in this question.

He was a little beggar picked up by Master in the town. He was so hungry that day that he stole a bunch of candied haws. Unexpectedly, he was caught.

He went back to the mountain with his master. Because he had been wandering for many years, he didn't know his parents, so he didn't have a name. The master looked at him for a long time with long-distance eyes. , you will be called Yunheng from now on."

Since then, Yunheng has never been hungry again, but his master never buys him candied haws, nor does he allow him to eat in front of him. He just stole a string of candied haws.

Master taught him to practice martial arts and calligraphy, very strict, Yun Heng often practiced from the sky to the moon, and there was no pain in his body, and he did not complain, but the master said that he started late and had to work harder than ordinary people More energy, otherwise the foundation of martial arts will be unstable, and it will be difficult to make achievements in the future.

Yun Heng was miserable, one day he went down the mountain lazily, and happened to hear a kung fu technique called Huang Quanyin in a teahouse in the town. His face changed suddenly, and he scolded him for taking shortcuts, and he would have to pay the price in blood. Yun Heng had never seen such an extremely angry master, his always indifferent handsome face was almost distorted, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, He couldn't help being frightened, and vowed that he would never touch any heresy in his life.

From then on, Yun Heng worked hard to practice martial arts, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and summer, he practiced kung fu for ten years, until he was able to travel alone in the rivers and lakes.

The master seldom goes down the mountain, or guides him to practice exercises, or reads ancient books in the study, occasionally disappears for a day or two, and never explains when he comes back.

But there are also special days, every day in May when the pomegranate flowers bloom, the master will definitely go down the mountain, and when he comes back, he must be drunk and stand in a daze under the pomegranate tree outside the house.

Yun Heng once observed the pomegranate tree from the same position when Master was away. Except that the tree was taller than usual and the flowers were redder, there was nothing special about it, and it couldn't even bear fruit. When the flowers fall, there is only a residual red in the ground, which is buried in the loess and turned into nourishment to nourish the prosperity of the next year.

The second time Yun Heng saw his master get angry was when he was 17 years old. When he tried to open the hidden box in the master's room, the master drove him out of the room with a pale face, as if he had encountered a taboo for many years.

Yun Heng stood sluggishly in the yard, and heard the heart-piercing cough of the master through a door, as if he had glimpsed some unknown secret.

He found the master's handbook, on the old and yellowed paper, there was a name - Yunhan written densely.

Yun Han, Yun Han, Yun Han...

I wrote a whole book.

The ink blots criss-cross and penetrate deep into the bone.

Yun Heng suddenly remembered that one afternoon in a certain year, he fell in love with a flower girl in the town at the beginning of his love, but it was too late to make a vow, the beautiful girl married another woman, he was so sad that he drank half of it Drunk was carried up the mountain by the master, refused to sleep and grabbed the master's sleeve to complain, asked the master if he had ever loved anyone in this life?

He remembered very clearly that the master was silent for a long time, and finally lowered his eyes and said, "No."

But the hideous handwriting is still in front of my eyes, Yun Han, Yun Han, Yun Han...

Every stroke and every painting seems to be stained with blood, and the most painful silent cry comes from the depths of the soul.

With such a deep and persistent affection, it is no wonder that even Master himself is unwilling to admit it.

Yun Heng seems to know why his surname is Yun.

Time flies, Yunheng has already been able to go down the mountain alone, and has seen a lot of wind and rain in the rivers and lakes, but he is nostalgic for the leisure and indifference on the mountain. When he returned to the mountain this time, the pomegranate flowers outside the house were in full bloom as scheduled. not there.

The small wooden house on the mountain has long been turned into a large wooden house, but it has been unoccupied for a long time, and it looks a little dilapidated.

Yun Heng took two jars of wine, walked to the wordless stele under the pomegranate tree, sat down boldly, opened the wine seal, put one jar in front of the stele, and drank the other jar by himself.

Yun Heng wiped the wine from his chin with his sleeve, and said to himself: "Master, I heard an interesting story this time. The Biluo Mountain Villa, which was beaten as an evil sect and destroyed decades ago, has been rehabilitated."

"You say it's strange, it's been so many years, the Luo family has died long ago, and they can still be rehabilitated."

"They said that someone has been secretly collecting evidence of redress. I was curious, so I searched along the way, and found your traces. It turns out that you are rehabilitating them?"

"I heard that Luo Linghan is Yunhan. Master, you are so lonely all your life, are you atoning for your ancestor?"

Yun Heng smiled, and took out a letter from his chest. This letter was very old, as if it had been kept for many years, the paper was damp, and even the words on the envelope were blurred. Character.

"But I found this thing, I think Master would like to see it."

The letter was ignited, and the paper was flammable, and soon turned to ashes in the sparks, scattered all over the sky when the wind blew, lingering around the brilliant red pomegranate flowers.