I don't know Ran Yue

The setting sun holds smoke and water, and the spring is fading.Hongying dances in the mountain stream, and the green color is Changfan.

The sound of swords is everywhere, and the crisp rhyme is full of mountains and forests. Unknowingly, the camellia hangs its head, the azalea dances lightly, and the small flower garden is suddenly as beautiful as snowflakes.

A young man is practicing sword here. His long hair is dancing in the wind, his white clothes are wrinkled with every step, his swordsmanship is clean and neat, and there is a little immaturity between his brows.The eyes are clear and translucent; the skin is as creamy and white as jade; the lips are like peach blossoms, and the smile is charming.The seemingly weak boy possesses excellent martial arts that do not match his age, and one can tell at a glance that it must be the result of his talent and hard work.

The sword froze, and the young man quietly looked at the rhododendron petals attached to the tip of the sword. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and lower his eyes, trying to smell the lingering fragrance of the remaining flowers.

In the darkness, he suddenly felt a familiar temperature coming from the back of his hand, and a warm breath came from his ears. The young man hurriedly opened his eyes, put away his sword and stepped back in two or three steps.

"You've practiced well, and you've made great progress." The man who appeared in front of him nodded approvingly at the young man. He was tall with sword-like brows and starry eyes, and he was tall and heroic, with a hint of indifference and sternness in his eyes.He took the young man's sword and swung it wantonly. His martial arts were stronger than before, which made the young man admire him.

"Zi Ran, only by being ruthless and desireless can you become a generation of martial arts supreme." The man put his sword back on his shoulder, "You have to prepare well for the young hero meeting in half a year's time, and revive the Weeping Blood Villa, forgetting your parents' wishes .”

The young man suddenly felt his blood boil, raised his head, looked at the man with firm eyes, and said word by word: "Zi Ran understands."

"Master, Su He, the head of the Qingcheng School, is asking to see you." A female voice like a silver bell wafted in the wind. The person who came was a woman with a cloud like a flower, and her gold bracelets were shining, and her green clothes couldn't hide her. The green emerald bead chain swinging around the neck seems to be responding to this green and lush season.Although there was a scar extending to the jade neck on the woman's face, it couldn't hide the beauty's pretty face.

"Yu'er, go and greet Master Su first, and I'll be there soon." The man immediately put away his sword and was about to leave. After taking three or two steps, he turned around and looked at the young man with gentler eyes than before, "Zi Ran, remember what I said."

The man quickly disappeared from the flowerbed. The young man picked up a rhododendron petal that was split into two by the man just now, sighed, and looked at the woman in front of him expectantly, his eyes seemed to be full of fighting spirit, "Sister Yu, what do you say?" When will I be as powerful as my brother?"

"The second owner can stand alone, and the Young Heroes Meeting is a good opportunity." Yu'er smiled and enlightened the young man like a sister, "The second owner will definitely win the battle and succeed in no time."

"Zisheng, your father and I are family friends, and this marriage has been agreed long ago. Now that Ziran is 14 years old, it's time for him to get along with his little girl." Su Heduan, head of Qingcheng faction Picking up the teacup, he sipped the tea thoughtfully, but his eyes never left the cold-faced man in front of him.

"Uncle Su, my father is no longer here. Even if my father made an agreement with you at the beginning, I am now the owner of the Weeping Blood Villa. This marriage." The man's expression was indifferent, and he didn't care that the person in front of him was a famous martial arts senior, "Now the Weeping Blood Villa is full of complicated affairs, Zisheng is unable to do what he wants, and he really has no time to worry about these trivial matters, please invite Uncle Su Haihan, please go back." The man got up and walked away without mercy, "Yu'er, see off!"

"Mu Zisheng! Don't be so self-righteous!" Su He's face turned blue with anger, the dignified head of the Qingcheng faction was ordered to evict guests by a young boy, and immediately became furious, and slammed the tea cup on the wooden table in front of him. On the ground, the water splashed freely in an instant, and the atmosphere was dignified.

"Su He, I respect you as a martial arts senior who respectfully calls you Uncle Su. The martial arts secrets of my Weeping Blood Villa are not something ordinary people can practice." Mu Zisheng looked at Su He with threats and disdain in his eyes, "If you force it Cultivation, you will definitely catch fire and regret it for the rest of your life."

When Mu Ziran saw Mu Zisheng again today, Mu Zisheng was sitting alone on the deep well in the courtyard drinking.

Mu Ziran snatched Mu Zisheng's wine jar, leaned forward and sniffed it lightly, and smelled a strong aroma of strong wine, presumably it was the famous cuckoo wine from Weeping Blood Villa. Throwing the wine jar aside, he grabbed Mu Zisheng and wanted to send him back to the room when he was drunk, but the man buried his head on his shoulder like this.

"Zi Ran, do you want to get married?" Mu Zisheng asked vaguely.

Mu Ziran was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly regained his composure, "Ziran is still young, and has never thought about getting married."

"You don't think about it now, you will think about it in the future." Mu Zisheng suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Ziran, his face was slightly reddened by the strong alcohol, but his eye sockets became moist, as if tears were welling up. The normally unsmiling man actually showed such a heart-wrenching expression, Mu Ziran had never seen his brother showing such a fragile look, like the petals that were split in half at noon.

Mu Zisheng stretched out his warm palm to caress Mu Ziran's cheeks that were blown by the cold wind, his brows were furrowed tightly, his lips opened and closed, as if there was something difficult to say, but he just uttered a few words indistinctly.

"Zi Ran...I...Actually, I..."

"boom!"

Hearing only the sound of broken porcelain, both of them shook their heads. Their intuition of practicing martial arts all the year round made them quickly take the posture of defending against the enemy, but they found that it was only Yu'er who broke the wine jar and was tidying up the broken pieces in a panic. fragments.

Mu Zisheng suddenly woke up at this moment, tried to straighten his body, staggered away from Yu'er, and when he passed by the woman, his eyes became sharp, and he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You If you want to tell him something, don’t lose your sense of proportion.”

Mu Ziran also came back to his senses at this time, and hurried forward to roll up his sleeves, helping to clean up the pieces together, seeing the woman in front of him hesitating to speak, he couldn't help but feel distressed.Sister Yu has taken care of his daily life since he was a child, and he has never regarded her as a servant, and she has never regarded him as his master. The relationship between the two is like a brother and sister.Although Yu'er is more than ten years older than him, I don't know whether it is God's blessing or proper maintenance. The woman's face has never shown signs of age, and she still looks like a little girl, as if she has been growing backwards , just like the light-colored scar on the face, which is unpredictable.

"Sister Yu, Ziran is 14 years old now, but Sister Yu still looks like a little girl. After a few years, I will call you Sister Yu." Looking at the woman in front of him, he also seemed to be smiling, so he took her hand, performed lightness kung fu and took her to fly to the banyan tree in the yard.

The moon and stars fall, and the lingering rhyme lingers on the branches, so pleasant, as if sad.

"...When you were young, we often sat on this tree. You always pestered me to tell you stories, one after another, the world, the rivers and lakes, anecdotes and anecdotes." The soft eyes of the woman flicked over the same soft eyes of the boy , "Zi Ran, have you ever thought about going out and making a fortune by yourself?"

"How could Ziran not know Sister Yu's thoughts? Ziran is already at the age where he should go out and make a living, and besides, he has to honor his ancestors at the Young Heroes Meeting..." Suddenly the boy's voice became low, as if he was muttering to himself, " I know that my brother cares too much about me, if I stay here, it may hurt my brother..."

Yu'er was stunned at the moment, looking at the young man's eyes like a clear spring, she didn't know how to speak, and she didn't know how long it took before she moved her lips reluctantly, her words were sloppy, reflecting the cold atmosphere of the night, she looked extraordinarily sad.

"The owner of the villa has devoted himself to cultivating the peerless martial arts of Weeping Blood Villa in recent years, and these martial arts must be broken. If you can't do this, you may do the opposite, and the consequences will be disastrous."

"I understand, I've always understood..." The boy repeated mechanically, he took the woman's slightly trembling right shoulder, and gently comforted her.

When it was cold, the sun was getting clearer, and the cuckoos were singing blood and starlings were worrying.

When Mu Zisheng saw Mu Ziran again, he had already packed his bags and was about to leave. The atmosphere in the room was condensed and crisp like thin ice. The young man looked at the sullen man in front of him, lowered his head in fear, and unconsciously Lowering the tone, although cautious, but extremely firm.

"Brother, Ziran decided to go outside for a while. Don't worry, I will take care of myself. I will be there on time for the Young Heroes Club."

"Go, be careful on the road." Unexpectedly, the man did not stop him, "Zi Ran, you are kind by nature, and you don't know how dangerous the world is. You must remember to think about everything."

The boy raised his head and looked at him, silent for a moment.

He doesn't remember when he lost his parents, but he only remembers that his elder brother brought him up since he was sensible, and he didn't fail in his studies and martial arts. Although his elder brother disciplined him severely, it was all for himself.Mu Ziran asked himself that he was the person who knew Mu Zisheng best in the world, and usually he could see through his emotions at a glance, but today, no matter how he read, he couldn't read his mind.

Pushing open the door, Yu'er stood at the door, Mu Ziran bid farewell to the two of them again, and left slowly with a look of nostalgia.Seeing the back of the young man drifting away, the man returned to his previous coldness, walked up to Yu'er, stretched out his hand, and slowly lifted the woman's chin, letting her look at him like this, exerting a little force.The woman felt a bit of pain, turned her face away awkwardly, and stopped looking at him.

"Why did he leave? What did you say to him last night?" The tone was cold, without a trace of warmth, and the coldness was pressing, without a trace of tenderness.

"I'm doing this for you. You are now practicing high-quality martial arts. Ziran's presence here will miss your business."

"Don't challenge my patience." Mu Zisheng gradually exerted force, looked at the woman's painful expression, and moved his face half a step closer to her, displeased, with sharp eyes, like a hungry wolf patrolling its prey, exuding a fierce aura, as if at any time They could have killed the weak woman in front of her.

"Who are you, don't you know what martial arts I have practiced? What do you mean by letting him go in the name of practicing martial arts?"

"Hmph..." Yu'er snorted suddenly, struggling to break free from the man's shackles, and said indignantly, "Yes, I did it for myself, I've been with you for so many years, can't I still not be able to beat him? I've lost everything now , I have nothing..." She was sad, but she didn't cry like ordinary women, but she muttered to herself with a look of almost despair in her eyes.

"Why on earth..."

"You immediately send someone to protect him secretly. If something goes wrong with him, you know the consequences." Chen Xi climbed up the window lattice, and the afterglow sprinkled on the man's cold face.

"Yu'er, this is all your fault."

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