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Since Yan Ke emerged two years ago with his horizontal knife in the most famous Yingying Battle in Jianghu, there have been many speculations and rumors about who Yan Ke studied under, but after the Yingying Battle, Yan Ke did not join any sect , unexpectedly became a solitary ranger, acting low-key, and gradually no one mentioned those guesses that could not be verified.

When he first settled down in Qingqu Inn, Yan Ke found Wen Zhuo and said that he was going to visit the master who lives in seclusion here at night. Wen Zhuo just asked who it was, and Yan Ke answered honestly, Qu Jiang.

20 years ago, the Duanling swordsman Qu Jiang, who was known to everyone in the Jianghu, was a weapon master who was especially good at forging knives. Many years ago, he lived in seclusion and never forged knives for others.

"I didn't expect that Qu Jiang, who has retired for many years, would accept apprentices." Wen Zhuo sighed.

Not many people came and went on the street, presumably most of them went to the riverside to set off lanterns.Yan Ke led Wen Zhuo across Santiao Street, and stopped in front of a pastry shop, where chestnuts and peanuts were being stir-fried. The smell of fireworks wafted over, Wen Zhuo quickly covered his nose with his sleeve, and said in a muffled voice : "I'll wait for you at the front."

Yan Ke knew that he was afraid of being smoked, so he nodded and said that he would go there soon.Watching him walk to the corner, Yan Ke turned his head and said to the shop assistant: "Here are two servings of osmanthus osmanthus crisps with five kernels. The olive kernels are replaced with peanuts, which need to be ground into froth. Please make it faster, and you can add more money."

The store clerk took the broken silver handed over by Yan Ke, and responded graciously: "Okay, just wait a moment." He turned around and told the pastry chef inside.

There were a lot of freshly made pastries on the counter in front of the shop, Yan Ke ordered another one, asked the shop assistant to wrap it in oiled paper, and carried it to the corner.

Wen Zhuo watched him walk over with his hands folded: "Have you bought it?"

Yan Ke shook his head: "Master likes to eat freshly made ones, so we have to wait for a while." He opened the bag of pastries and put it in his hand, "Jiangmi Cake, try it."

Wen Zhuo laughed: "Brother Yan, is this reciprocal?" He took the oiled paper bag, picked up a piece, and handed it to Yan Ke first.

This is to let himself taste the taste first. Yan Ke took the piece of blue-yellow soft glutinous pastry, put it into his mouth and swallowed it, and said: "Added local jujube juice, it's not too sweet."

Wen Zhuo doesn't like sweetness, so he nods with satisfaction.After waiting for a while, the clerk of the pastry shop raised his voice to call Yan Ke over to pick up the finished sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. When Yan Ke turned back again, most of the glutinous rice cakes in Wen Zhuo's hand were gone.

There are not many shops in Qingqu West Lane, so there are only sporadic lights. In the depths of the alley, there is a dog barking, followed by knocking on the door, which stops after three knocks.Qu Jiang put on his coat and came out from the back room, comforted the dog that kept barking after being alarmed, raised his hand and unbolted the door bolt, opened the door and saw Yan Ke standing there, with sweet-scented osmanthus crisps in his hand and opened a package Some pastries left.

Qu Jiang was surprised at first, he just heard the news about Yan Ke's being hunted down from his old friend a few days ago, he was worried about this kid, but he didn't expect this person to stand in front of him in good condition today.His face was still calm, and he didn't show the joy in his heart. Instead, he looked at the two sweet-scented osmanthus crisps that Yan Ke was carrying and said in surprise: "Hey, I used to say that I can't eat more when I am old. How can I bring it this time?" Ordered two."

As soon as the words fell, another person turned around from behind Yan Ke, bowed respectfully towards Qu Jiang and saluted, and said briskly: "Junior Wen Zhuo, come to visit Senior Qu with Brother Yan."

It was a young man whom he had never seen before. Qu Jiang sighed, "It's rare, but he brought someone here." Pushing the door open, he turned around and said, "Come in."

The yard is not big, with a luxuriant osmanthus tree and two iron trees, one large and one small, planted beside the well in the corner. There is a main room in the middle, the kitchen on the left, and two bedrooms on the right.The three of them entered the main room, Yan Ke took a piece of tea cake from the cupboard to make tea, Qu Jiang unwrapped a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and ate it, Wen Zhuo sat quietly until Qu Jiang ate half of it Finally, he stopped in satisfaction, and Wen Zhuo handed over a handkerchief in good time.

Qu Jiang took it and wiped his fingers that were covered with cake crumbs, and asked casually, "Yan Ke is very close to you?" Otherwise, why would Yan Ke, who has always been a loner, bring him here.

Wen Zhuo replied: "It's not very close. I knew brother Yan Ke when I was young, but he left with Uncle Yan later, and I haven't contacted him for nearly ten years now."

At this time, Yan Ke brought over the brewed tea, the tea was clear and misty, and it was the faint aroma of Pu'er.Osmanthus fragrans is sweet and greasy, and Pu'er tea is the best to relieve the greasy. After drinking the tea in the cup, Qu Jiang let out a sigh of relief.It was getting late, and Qu Jiang still had something to say to Yan Ke, so he left the two of them here to rest for the night.

The bedroom where Yan Ke used to live was still empty, so he and Wen Zhuo went to clean it up first.No one lived in that room for a long time, but everything was neatly arranged as it was. After a simple cleaning and laying out two beddings, it was considered tidy.There is a three-layer camphor wood cabinet embedded in the wall at the head of the bed. Yan Ke wipes off the thin dust on the cabinet. Most of the books I have read in the past year are travel notes such as "Shui Jing Zhu" and "Luoyang Jialan Ji", but there are few books about forging knives and horizontal knives.With Yan Ke's consent, Wen Zhuo took out a copy of "Wu Chuanlu" and read it intently.

Yan Ke added some kerosene to the lamp, and brightened the wick, and said to Wen Zhuo at the door of the room: "I'll go to find Master, if you are sleepy, young master, go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Wen Zhuo was watching intently, and without raising his head, he let out a "huh" to show that he heard it.It was rare to see him so interested in the book, Yan Ke couldn't help laughing, turned around and gently closed the door, and went to the main room.

It was an hour after returning from talking with Master Qu, the bedroom was still dimly lit, the books were put back in the cupboard as they were, Wen Zhuo lay down and fell asleep with his back to the door.Yan Ke turned off the light, lifted his quilt quietly, and fell asleep lightly, with his clothes on. $TITLE by $AUTHOR

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