Dragon Fate of Shan Hai Ji

It hid in the long grass, peeking at the open space not far away.

It is the beginning of March, a good time of spring, the sun is shining brightly, and the countryside is magnanimously illuminated, and the breeze is cool. Looking around, there are only stretches of green grass, two or three old trees, and That not-so-wide loess trail.

On the path, two teenagers stood.

One is half short but not long, half new and not old, the other is wearing a jade crown with hair tied up, and the long gown is elegant.

One slung a broken sword with rusty scabbard, and the other hung a treasured sword with beautiful jade on the scabbard, and the light-colored tassel hanging from the hilt swayed slightly in the wind.

It huddled in the grass and peeped carefully through the gap, not daring to move.

Le Yue stood on the loess trail in the countryside at the foot of Shaoqing Mountain, carrying a sword and holding a piece of foxtail in his mouth, squinting at the person in front of him.

The so-called Yuanjia Road is narrow. Yesterday, the younger brother and the Qingxuan sect had a dispute in a nearby town. Five or six people from the Qingxuan sect were beaten into a rotten peach, and they were carried back to the master's gate. He was about to kill the Qingxuan sect. Asking for an explanation to my junior brother, I happened to bump into Luo Lingzhi here.

Luo Lingzhi, the beloved disciple of the head of the Qingxuan School, is a big disciple of the master's school just like Le Yue.

But at this time, Luo Lingzhi seemed to have no idea what was going on, and said to him with his usual polite attitude: "Brother Le, I have something to rush back to the teacher's school, I wonder if brother Le can do it." It's convenient, let me go first?" The voice was gentle and polite, and the expression was very modest.

Le Yue bared his teeth and smiled, pulling out the grass between his teeth: "Brother Luo, since I happened to meet you today, it seems not good not to explain some things clearly. The matter of a few people sent to injure my twelfth junior brother has not yet been resolved, can you, senior brother, give me an explanation?"

He cut straight to the point and went straight to the point. Although the words were inquiries, his tone was not very polite, but Luo Ling's image didn't take it seriously, and still smiled modestly: "The dispute between the disciples of the humble sect and the disciples of the noble sect has been reported. How to deal with the family teacher and uncle depends on their intentions. There may be some misunderstandings, and I hope that this trivial matter will not hurt the harmony of the two factions."

These words are both polite and reasonable, and the attitude is just right.

Le Yue sneered, and turned the foxtail in his hand twice: "Brother Luo, my junior brother is lying on the bed at the moment, his face is like a blooming persimmon, his legs are like a ham with oil paint, and there are five or six hams on his head. Bao, are you going to use these flimsy words to get rid of it in advance?"

Luo Lingzhi's expression remained calm as usual: "What I said just now was not an excuse. After my teachers and uncles thoroughly investigate this matter, I will definitely give an explanation to your sect and Junior Brother Ling. Brother Ruo Le is very serious now. You need to ask me for an explanation right away." It seemed that he smiled helplessly, "Then I will let brother Le teach me a lesson, and I will never fight back, okay?"

Hearing Luo Lingzhi's words, Le Yue couldn't say anything more. Le Daxia never did such things as beating someone who couldn't fight back. Besides, if he forced Luo Lingzhi at this time, maybe he really didn't want to. What to say, because although Luo Lingzhi is the chief disciple, he is only a disciple after all, one is not an elder, and the other is not the head of the sect. Judging by his usual gentle appearance, he may not be able to suppress the junior disciples below.

Le Yue frowned and thought for a while, and said: "Well, since that's the case, let's forget about it for now. I hope that your sect will give our Qingshan faction an explanation soon. In a few days, it will be the Martial Arts Conference. Shame, take back the command flag. On September [-]th, at the top of Fengya Mountain, I hope to learn more from Brother Ling!" As he spoke, he put the sword down from his shoulder, hugged it in his arms, and took a step to the side to get out of the way.

"I'm really looking forward to it. I won't miss the appointment." Luo Lingzhi smiled and lifted up his sleeves, "Thank you, brother Le, and I'll take my leave first." He left calmly, his light blue clothes fluttering slightly in the wind, and the back of his clothes , a gossip pattern is inlaid in several flowing cloud patterns.

It froze in the grass.

Gossip patterns?Moiré?Seems like that's what it's looking for...

It recalled what his father had said before leaving Xiaohegou-"The person you are looking for is in a monastic sect called Qingxuan, and all people in that sect will wear gossip and flowing cloud patterns printed on the back." clothes. You must remember clearly and find that person as soon as possible.”

The father sighed, and raised a front dragon paw to press it on top of its head: "Zhao Yuan, my son, our family has lost face for so many years, and we only count on you to win it back!"

It squirmed slightly, and stared closely at Luo Lingzhi's figure.

After Luo Lingzhi left, Le Yue also strode away immediately, but he didn't notice the pair of dark eyes in the weeds several feet away.