Jiangnan Bank

Xiao Lonely and lonely.

Suddenly the man strode forward, Tang Fang's eyes froze, and he felt that the man was about to disappear into the world with one step.Before she could think about whether to call him, she saw that he stopped in his tracks, did not turn his head, and only said in a concentrated voice:

"Let's go, go find your most important person, if you want to spend the rest of your life with Xiao Qiushui, follow him to the end of the world and never go back to Tangmen again."

In a pair of eyes that were as clear as water, there was a hint of bewilderment that had never been seen before, and after it faded, it became so firm that it made people heartbroken.

Standing for a long time, Tang Fang turned around in the snow of broken jade and chaotic jade, and still returned to Tangmen in the middle of Sichuan where she grew up.Since then, it has been a long parting with my sweetheart.

Go up to the poor and go down to the underworld, and they won't see each other for seven years.

She traveled all over the rivers and lakes, but she couldn't find the person who took off her veil with a sword.

She will meet a noble young man who devotes all his life to fulfill her wish, find Xiao Qiushui's whereabouts for her, and even willingly commit suicide in order to protect her.

At this time, she didn't know that there was such a person who was born for her in the world, and she had never heard of that person's name.

Just as she didn't know, Young Master Xiang was the last person Meng Xinghun was going to see.

The author has something to say: Note: The Lonely Master article from the original work is the origin of the title of this volume, so it is quoted here.

Seventeen, thinking

By the riverside, in the winter season, the wicker has faded, and in the clear and biting chill, there is a tall and handsome young man who is dedicated to wielding a knife.

Unaware of the coldness, he calmly stopped after performing a set of saber techniques, and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead with his hand.When he turned around, his breath condensed slightly, only then did he realize that there was a person covered in black beside him at some point.

After seeing the person coming, a bright light flashed in his eyes in an instant, he jumped forward and called "Uncle Meng", but his breath showed a bit of haste, and he lost his usual calm and calm.

This young man looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, only a few years younger than this person, but his title depends on his seniority, because this young man who suddenly appeared was once accompanied by his master. friends.

"Uncle Meng, didn't Master walk with you?" There was no other figure who was thinking about it beside the young man in black. The young man withdrew the light in his eyes, and the uneasiness and confusion in his heart became more intense, and he asked anxiously.

Meng Xinghun looked at him, speechless.Seeing the change in the young man's expression, he knew that he might have guessed in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Back then, the young man who had followed that man and watched the man pass on the five-style saber technique to the young man realized that the peerless saber technique glimpsed in the twilight of that day was called "Five Petal Orchid".

He was surprised that the man was as rumored, he had a heir at a young age, and he never thought that the disciple of the fifth son of the power gang, surnamed Liang and named Xiang, was the descendant of a hero with high reputation in the world.

The difference in status and position seemed to be not something worth mentioning to that person, and he imparted all his knowledge without any scruples.While watching from the sidelines, when the man looked at the inheritor of the saber technique, he lost the arrogance and arrogance that no one in the world cares about, and his eyes were focused and serious.But when he was teaching the last five-style sword technique, for some reason, Meng Xinghun saw a bit of farewell from the side.

His silence fell into the young man's eyes, deepening the restlessness in his heart, and finally summoned up the courage to ask: "Uncle Meng, there is something in my nephew's heart that I can't let go of, and I hope you can tell me, Master, is it... ..." That name is a taboo in the Jianghu, but it weighs more than a thousand weights in his heart, and he is afraid that he has already passed away.

When they meet by chance and hit it off, accepting him as a disciple is also a matter of pleasure, the master never mentioned his life history, not even his name.It's just that kind of sword technique, that kind of elegance, how many people can there be in the martial arts world several times.

The world was shocked by the battle of the Power Gang Lingtang. He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help guessing. He vaguely knew the answer but couldn't face the result.

Meng Xinghun said slowly: "You are the son of the hero Liang Dou, the registered disciple of Zhuo Feifan, a famous Wudang legend, who can walk in the rivers and lakes without respect, there will be a world for you in the martial arts world in the future, why bother to ask about some things."

Hearing this, the young man's emotions became agitated, "Even if he is young, all he can rely on is the saber technique passed down by his master. Liang Xiang dare not forget his teacher's kindness."

Looking at the young Yingxiu boy with red eyes, he remembered that when that person commented on his apprentice, he also sighed: He has the talent of martial arts and the ability to persuade others, but he is too affectionate, I am afraid that this life will hurt the word of love superior.

He was silent for a long time, then slowly took out a flat cloth bag, opened it,

Inside was a narrow, short knife, light blue in color.

The fifth son's green blade.

There are few talents in the power gang, which shows the signs of decay.

Li Chenzhou became extreme and self-willed, and even Zhao Shirong couldn't persuade him, so he left the gang in a fit of anger.

And he only found the green blade.

It might be that person's wish to pass it on to Liang Xiang.

The only loyalty in his life was suspected of designing.

The only infatuation in his life was abandoned like a shoe.

Only the soft light left in his life was given to this young apprentice who met by chance.

In a blink of an eye, winter turns to spring, and it is March again.

Catkins fluttered and fluttered, falling on people's heads and faces.The young man stopped the saber posture and raised his head, but a ray of confusion flashed across his eyes.

Suddenly there was a sound on the water, and a small boat was swinging out of the shade of the green willows. The pretty girl looked at the shore curiously with bright eyes, but her cheeks turned red when she met the gaze of the young man.

I didn't intend to disturb each other.

No problem, he nodded and turned to leave.

But the girl stopped him, blushed and lowered her head, her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I don't know how is the young man in Tsing Yi who practiced swords with you recently, I haven't seen him for a long time..." But that year and that month When I was rowing, I glanced curiously, just one glance, and I kept thinking about it.

She traveled north and south with her father, and the softness by the West Lake and the gracefulness of the rainy lanes in Gusu all faded away in her heart.In March in the south of the Yangtze River, the clear words and sentences are repeated several times, and they are not as good as half of the clothes of the man in the willow wind.

Liang Xiang's heart suddenly contracted, and when he looked back, he realized that the girl looked familiar, as if she was the little girl who had been peeping at him and his master practicing saber several times under the shade of willows.Just because it was obvious at a glance that she didn't understand martial arts, the master and apprentice didn't take it to heart.

He looked away, not wanting to see the emerald green color on the embankment, it was the time when the willow color was greenest, he was caught off guard and his heart was hurt, and the sharp sting came, thread by thread, uninterrupted and endless.Liang Xiang lowered her eyes, turned around and walked away, feeling ups and downs, unable to hear the girl behind her muttering that she had traveled to many places in the past few years...

"I have seen the best willows in the south of the Yangtze River, but none of them have his shadow."