Sword Intent Lingqiu

Sitting cross-legged on the beam was a small figure, his right hand seemed to be subconsciously rubbing something in his bosom, silently staring at the girl below.

There was a lantern within easy reach of this girl, and she knew at a glance that she was a disciple of Yunmeng's sect.However, unlike most of the gentle and amiable images in my impression, she is tall, dressed in red, and her long hair is tied into a high ponytail behind her head. She looks quite neat and heroic.But at this moment, the girl was holding a brush in her mouth, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she was full of embarrassment facing the two or three lines of writing spread out on the table.

Just as she was concentrating on it, chanting words, and was about to write as if she had thought of something again, another figure was drawn in from the opened door like a gust of wind, and grabbed the note on the table.

The person on the beam tensed up instantly, and was about to jump up, but he didn't relax until he saw clearly who this person was.

"Nan~ming~shi~brother—you still call him so politely—since Yunmeng said goodbye three years ago..." The uninvited guest couldn't wait to pull back the note while jumping, and read every word in a drawn out voice stand up.

The girl holding the pen woke up from the memory in an instant, angry and funny, she threw down the pen, picked up the lamp on the table, and swung it at the winking guy.

And the uninvited guest dodged left and right, flexibly dodging the attack from the other side who became angry from embarrassment, and shouted in a low voice, "Help, kill, Sister Xing'er committed a murder during the day..." Until he was caught by a "Dream Daqian" from the opposite side. "On the spot, I finally shut up.

Seeing that this guy was honest, the woman in red called "Xing'er" released the control and let her go free.

"Tsk tsk, you've become angry from embarrassment." The girl in purple smacked her lips, and pushed the note back to the other side without looking at the content behind. "Okay, okay, don't read it, I'll give it back to you."

"Qingqing, you are really..." The woman in red almost laughed angrily at the accusation of the villain, shook her head, and pulled away the chair beside her, "Sit down, don't bother me."

Hearing this, the intruder swaggered down and sat down, watching curiously as the other party returned to the desk and picked up his pen.It's just that I sat bored for a long time, drank two bowls of tea, and the other party couldn't write a few words, and finally couldn't help but say, "I came all the way from Anxiang, but you only remember to give it to that person you can't find all day long." The guy with the silhouette writes a letter... God pity, the love of Jinlan is thinner than paper, ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Senior Brother, it's not..." Xing'er was repeatedly interrupted from thinking, and knew that there was this troublemaker here today, and she was afraid that she would not be able to do anything serious, so she put down her pen and found a stool to sit down. "No, he's not that kind of person."

"Then why did we get along well with you before, but suddenly disappeared? It's been several years, and I didn't tell you where he is, and if you want to go find him, you just pretend that you don't see him. There must be something wrong!" Ziyi called Qingqing The well-dressed woman raised a hand, snapped her fingers, counted the crimes of the other party one, two, three.

"Brother Nanming's life experience is still unknown and he is plagued by strange illnesses. It is normal to be eager to investigate. The road is difficult and dangerous, and he said that he doesn't want us to travel." Xing'er recalled the flying eagles in the past few years, and explained solemnly, "Who is like you? It’s like doing nothing all day long.”

"All right, all right, your sworn brother is the most reliable, and I won't compete with you." Qingqing rolled her eyes at the smirking senior sister, and then muttered, "But now that you have come to the imperial capital, he is also there, and he is not there yet. Do you want to get together?"

As soon as these words came out of my mouth, I felt bad, and sure enough, the room suddenly fell into silence.The expression of the woman in red became dazed, her expression became much darker, she looked confused and lost.After a while of silence, he finally opened his mouth softly, "I don't know what happened to him, we are all worried... maybe... are you really busy?"

The figure on the beam felt a pain in his heart, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and could hardly restrain his breathing.

Qingqing secretly blamed herself for being impulsive, and hurriedly remedied, "Hey, forget it, don't think about such bad things." Just as she was about to continue persuading, as if she suddenly thought of something, her usual smile disappeared.Instead, he hugged the back of his head with both hands, raised his head slightly and looked out the window, opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know where to start, and finally had to sneer, "Hey Shaolin man, hum."

"What happened to Shucheng?" Xing'er came back to his senses and asked

"What's the matter?" The purple-clothed woman finally returned to the cold and arrogant look she used to face her juniors and juniors. She touched the dagger she carried with her and never left her body day and night, and smiled softly, "It's just that I think my hands are bloody now."

"It's the same with you and Shucheng. It's been so many years, why suddenly..." Xing'er suddenly felt that she didn't know what to say, and finally stopped, sighed deeply, stood up, stretched out her hand to pull Qingqing, "Let's go out for a walk. They say that Jinling is very prosperous, and I haven't gone out for a good stroll since I've been here for a few days."

"Senior sister is right, in such a good weather, who cares about such nonsense." The woman in purple stood up abruptly, patted the hem of her shirt, as if she wanted to shake off some annoying things, "Let's go! "

The gentleman on Liang Shang remained motionless from beginning to end. As the girls gradually walked away and out of sight, his gaze was still lingering, as if immersed in his own meeting.After a while, he flew down and landed silently without a trace of dust.

The former senior brother Nanming, now Nanming Lihuo who has become a child, almost has to stand on tiptoe to touch the table.And when he held the slender paper roll in his hand, he always felt that the care and worry of the writer were still left on the thin paper, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

——"Brother Nanming, since we bid farewell to Yunmeng three years ago, we have never imagined that we will never see each other again. The Yiyi tree that we planted together with you has grown taller, and it is also blooming very well this year. I have dyed a lot of peach blossom papers with nothing to do. Wenjun has recently arrived in the imperial capital, and I have the honor to visit with the ancestors, and they entrusted me..."

It was only then that he realized that the tissue paper in his hand was slightly pink and exuded a faint peach blossom fragrance.Immediately, the scenes of laughing and cursing with everyone in the past appeared before my eyes: Nanming Lihuo, who had just been told by the head of Yunmeng that the disease had no cure, was full of resentment. Meng Taoyuanjin was wandering absent-mindedly, but the mountain full of youthful flowers couldn't be seen.But somehow by coincidence, I got acquainted with a few of them, and since then I have a few more brothers who can be high-spirited, guide the country, and roam the rivers and lakes with joy and hatred.That silly, one-of-a-kind red headband was almost washed out, but it was still in good condition.

But now, this piece of paper with the fragrance of flowers weighs more than a thousand ounces.I want to put it back on the table, but I can't bear to let go.Nanming Lihuo hesitated again and again, but still couldn't help but put the note in his arms. He took a last look back at the old man's residence, gritted his teeth, and the small figure jumped up high and left without looking back.

Maybe, maybe no one will ever find out that in a dark corner on the ten-meter-high, dusty nanmu girder, there is a faded red cloth belt wrapped around the tenon joint, hanging down silently.