peach blossom

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, eat Lantern Festival and make lanterns.Vendors on both sides of the street set up lanterns of various shapes for tourists to choose from. The festive fiery red almost illuminated the night sky into daytime. In a room in a small two-story building facing the street, it was a scene that was out of tune with the outside world.There was no light in the room, and the pitch-black atmosphere was filled with a strong smell of medicine. A figure wrapped in a thick silver-white fox fur sat on a chair by the window, and with trembling white and long fingers, he picked up the medicine bowl on the table and drank it down. Following the flipping of the Adam's apple, he covered his mouth and let out a suppressed cough, mixed with the sound of chattering teeth.On the face of the man in white was a mask carved from white jade, which completely covered his original features, only revealing a delicate chin and two thin lips.He raised his other hand and tightened the fox fur on his body. He shrank his body as if he was cold, and then coughed again.

A Kongming lantern fluttered to the window with the evening wind, and caught the eyes of the man in white. The magpie painted on the lamp came alive, but he was not interested in watching it at all. He saw a flash of vigilance in the eyes of the man in white. With a wave of his hand, a silver light burst out of the window, just hitting the rising Kongming lantern, and the lantern full of magpies fell to the ground silently.

"Brother, look, why is my lamp down!" A clear voice from the street under the window said regretfully.

The man in white looked down, and the person speaking was a man in brocade clothes in his 20s, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was very pleasing, squatting on the ground with puffed cheeks and pulling the Kongming lantern that fell to the ground.

"Senior brother, look, why is there a crack in my lamp?" The man in brocade clothes pointed to a crack on the lamp and asked inexplicably.

The one he called Senior Brother was a man in Tsing Yi standing beside him. He looked about the same age as him, with fair skin and slightly pursed lips, which brought a bit of sternness to this sharp-edged face.

The man in Tsing Yi lowered his eyes to look at the Kongming Lantern, then raised his head, his gaze met the man in white standing in front of the window on the second floor.Only then did the man in white see his eyes, a pair of eyes as calm as the deepest part of the lake, calm and indifferent, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

The man in Tsing Yi only exchanged glances with the people upstairs, then locked his eyes on the man in brocade clothes again, walked over to pull him up, and said, "Lin'er, don't be depressed, this one fell off, let's buy another one." Just let it fly."

"But, when I released this Kongming lantern, I made a wish." Lin'er muttered softly.

"It's okay, you just need to wish again, it can still be fulfilled."

"Really? Is it really possible?" Lin'er asked in doubt.

The man in Tsing Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said seriously: "If the Kongming Lantern can't fulfill your wish, then you can tell me your wish, and my brother will help you realize it."

"Really?" Lin'er put on a cheerful smile again, "Brother, you are so kind!"

The man in white stood in front of the window and watched the two people's backs gradually go away. His eyes suddenly fixed on a piece of jade unicorn hanging from Lin'er's waist, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "The Qilin Villa... ..."

With a creaking sound, the wooden door was gently pushed open, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl walked into the room with a steaming bowl of rice porridge. Buckle the rim, put the bowl on the table in front of the man in white, and said crisply: "Master, let's have some hot porridge."

The man in white put his palms on the porridge bowl tremblingly, and after a long time, he let out a soothing sigh, and said lightly: "Hai Tang, go and find out, who is Qilin Villa sending to participate in this sword test meeting?" of."

"Yes."

"Lin'er, where have you been?" In a tavern at the end of the street, a middle-aged man in his 40s reprimanded softly, "You are new to Le'an, and you are unfamiliar with the place, so be careful not to get lost."

Although the words were reproaches, they were extremely pampering.

The person who spoke was Gao Guangjie, the owner of the well-known Qilin Villa in the world, and the man in brocade clothes called Lin'er was his only son Gao Lin, and the man in green clothes next to him was Gao Lin's fellow apprentice named Han Tiexin.

"Father, don't worry, I just went to the street to look at the lanterns, and I'm afraid I might get lost with my senior brother." Gao Lin smiled and turned his head to wink at Han Tiexin, "Senior brother, what do you think? .”

Han Tiexin understood, and said, "Master, please rest assured, Tie Xin will take good care of Lin'er."

"Hey~~ Look at Tiexin." Gao Guangjie sighed, "But you are only two years older than you, but you are so stable. How can you... I really doubt if you were taught by the same master."

"Human temperament is innate, and it has nothing to do with the master. Otherwise, those martial arts masters and disciples of a generation of masters are all over the world, and they are all carved out of the same mold?" Gao Lin retorted unconvinced.

"This kid, he didn't learn kung fu very well, but he can teach himself by making strong words." Gao Guangjie smiled and shook his head, with a look of helplessness, "Look, I made Tie Xin laugh."

"Senior brother won't laugh at me." Gao Lin made a face at Gao Guangjie, pointed to the group of people in front of him and said, "Senior brother, it's so lively over there, it seems to be selling something, let's go and have a look."

Gao Lin was a restless character, before Han Tiexin could answer, he grabbed him and ran towards the crowd. Gao Guangjie's instructions came from behind him:

"Come back early, we have to rush to the Nangong Family!"

In the unlit room, the girl named Haitang quickly left and returned, and said respectfully: "Master, I have found out that Gao Guangjie, the owner of Qilin Villa, brought his son Gao Lin to Le'an this time. .”

"Okay, very good." Before the man in white finished speaking, he covered his mouth and coughed shortly.

Haitang hastily stepped forward to help him, and said worriedly: "Master, the cold poison on your body..."

"It's okay." The man in white's voice was weak, but his tone was convincingly firm.

"It's all the fault of those traitors!" Haitang gritted her teeth and scolded, "If it wasn't for their conspiracy, Feng Ya's martial arts alone would not have hurt you, the leader, and how could it have aroused the cold poison that has not occurred in the past few years. "

"In this world, there has always been only winning and losing. If I was plotted against, I can only blame myself for my carelessness. I can't blame anything else." The man in white said lightly, as if the person plotted against was not himself, "Did you learn from those people? Ask what?"

Haitang shook her head in disappointment and said, "They seem to have given up on the drug, and they died suddenly and inexplicably the day after they were locked in the dungeon."

"When I fought against Feng Ya, I felt that his internal strength was much higher than usual. From this point of view, he should have taken Xiaoyaosan." The corner of the man in white's mouth raised a sarcasm. Whose is Xiaoyaosan? He couldn't be more clear, did that person think so, to put him to death?

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Haitang worriedly called out: "Master?"

This sound brought the man in white back from his thoughts. He cleared his throat and said, "Go ahead and expose the corpses of those traitors for three days, so that everyone in the sect can see clearly what it will be like to betray me!"

"Yes!"

"Time is running out, let's set off." The white-clothed man got up and said, wrapping the fox fur tightly around his body.

"But the leader, your body..."

The man in white interrupted Haitang: "I don't want to be late for the triennial sword-testing meeting."