Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

It was late at night, and almost all the merchants in the city were closed. Only the inns and restaurants were still brightly lit. The scattered lights were like shining stars, embellishing the quiet snowy night.

"Master, everything has been counted." Lu Huaiwei came out of the house and reported to Man Jiangxue.

When approaching midnight, the city was completely cold, except for the patrolling officials and watchmen, there were not many pedestrians in the market, Man Jiangxue stood under the eaves, looked back at the disciples who were carrying the wooden boxes, and said, "Thank you."

"I really didn't expect her old master to leave so many things in Qingluo City," Lu Huaiwei said with a happy face, "If it weren't for your uncle, Mr. Wu would definitely not give it to us easily, but it's not good. Tell the boss."

"Of course, the old man should take care of the precious things left by Master," Man Jiangxue said.

"No, he can't trust the disciples of the younger generation, and it will only work if the uncle comes." Lu Huaiwei laughed.

The evening wind blows the cool fragrance of flowers, which is the smell of cold plums in the house, circling around the body, and the lingering fragrance lingers for a long time.

"By the way, uncle, I took this out, can you take a look?" Lu Huaiwei said suddenly.

Man Jiangxue turned her face slightly, and saw Lu Huaiwei handing her an old yellow book, and said, "This is the Ziyin Heart Sutra, or is it a handwritten copy. Uncle Master, can you tell who copied it?"

When her eyes fell on the writing, Man Jiangxue's eyes flickered.

There is no need to open it carefully, just relying on the four characters of "Purple Sound Heart Sutra", Man Jiangxue already has the answer, saying: "It is the handwriting of Senior Sister Shen."

"Master Uncle really has good eyesight," Lu Huaiwei praised, "Show this to Junior Sister, and let her know what Master Shen's characters look like, she should be happy, do you think so?"

Man Jiangxue nodded: "Give it to me."

A disciple drove up to the carriage, and everyone worked together to move those heavy wooden boxes into the carriage, and the group went back home.

Seeing Man Jiangxue and others coming back, the gatekeeper disciples all came to help unload the wooden boxes, and they moved quickly. Man Jiangxue stood in the front yard and looked up at the small building. There was no candlelight in the room, so Yin Qiu probably fell asleep. Lu Huaiwei followed her gaze, smiled and said: "Young junior sister is very good, she knows she is sleeping, and my uncle hasn't eaten yet, should I ask someone to bring some food to the room?"

Man Jiangxue thought for a while, and felt that there was no need to disturb Yin Qiu, and said, "No need, let's eat in the hall."

Lu Huaiwei arranged for his disciples to serve a few meals, halfway through the meal, a famous disciple came from the inner courtyard, rushed to Jiang Xue and said, "Look, Master Uncle, are these the clothes of Junior Martial Sister?"

She was holding a small white skirt in her hand, and there was a small piece of wetness at the corner of the skirt, and no one except Yin Qiu could fit it.

Man Jiangxue put down the bowl and chopsticks, took a look and said, "Where did it come from?"

The disciple replied: "I picked it up outside the soup room, maybe my junior sister accidentally left it behind."

Man Jiangxue reached out to take the skirt, and found that it was clean, and there was still a fresh saponin fragrance on the fabric, so she asked, "Did she not take a bath?"

The disciple laughed and said, "I don't know. After you left, Junior Sister has been staying in the room. I haven't seen her come out except for eating. But since the clothes are left outside the soup room, it must have been bathed." .”

Since I made a special trip to take a shower, why didn't I change into clean clothes?Man Jiangxue didn't ask any further questions. After the disciple left, she took the skirt and went up to the second floor.

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At this time, except for the disciples who are still working, most of the others have already rested. There are not many rooms with candles burning in the small building, and the long corridor where no one walks around is particularly quiet. Scattered and wobbly patches of dim light.

Man Jiangxue found the room with ease, and before he raised his hand to push the door, he heard a not-so-obvious sound of water coming from inside.

Hearing that voice, Man Jiangxue was a little surprised. She thought Yin Qiu had already fallen asleep, but it seemed that she was still awake.

But what is she doing in the room, this black light?

Man Jiangxue slowly pushed the door open a gap with light movements, and looked into the room calmly, and saw Yin Qiu squatting in front of the dressing table with his back to her, busy with his hands, and the sound of water splashing There was a rattling sound, like playing with water.

She was only wearing the single clothes and trousers inside, not only did she not wear a coat, she didn't even wear shoes, she just stepped on the ground with her bare feet, looking very thin from her back.

Man Jiangxue looked at it for a while, then opened the door completely and walked in, asking, "What are you doing so late?"

Suddenly Man Jiangxue's voice sounded from behind, Yin Qiu was startled, stood up hastily, and said with dodge eyes, "No, I didn't do anything..."

Only then did Man Jiangxue see a small wooden basin at her feet, with a pile of clothes soaked in it, all clothes, shoes and socks were available, even her bellyband was not left behind.

Before she could ask, Yin Qiu took the initiative to explain: "I'm doing laundry."

Man Jiangxue sized her up for a moment and said, "Leave it to others to wash. What can you clean?"

Yin Qiu wanted to get rid of the wet clothes before she came back, lest Man Jiangxue would have doubts and ask her after seeing her, but she didn't expect Man Jiangxue to come back so soon. You must be calm and not show your feet, so try your best to behave naturally and say: "I can wash it clean. I used to wash clothes often."

"Then you have to wear shoes." Man Jiangxue said, freeing her hands to pick up Yin Qiu and put her on the bed, pulling the quilt to wrap her up.

"Why is your hair still wet?" Man Jiangxue said again.

Yin Qiu was stunned for a moment, then said in a thin voice, "I made it in the shower."

Man Jiangxue glanced at her, then at the small wooden basin, without further ado, brought a handkerchief to wipe her hair, and said in the usual tone: "When did you go?"

"After dinner." Yin Qiu said.

"Then you're going to dress like this?" Man Jiangxue asked.

Yin Qiu looked at her blankly.

"They picked it up outside the soup room." Man Jiangxue picked up the skirt that had been put down after entering the door, and handed it to Yin Qiu, "You can even forget to put on your clothes after taking a shower?"

Seeing the dress in Man Jiangxue's hand, Yin Qiu couldn't control it, a trace of panic flashed across his face.

Yin Qiu has long forgotten that she took her clothes to take a bath before, and after being made things difficult by Meng Jing, she managed to avoid other people's eyes and went back to the room with difficulty. She was cold and scared and had to be busy Undressing and changing clothes, I didn't even have time to be sad, and I didn't remember that the clothes were left outside.

"Even if you forgot to wear it, you didn't forget to take it." Man Jiangxue looked at her calmly, "otherwise the clothes should have been left in the soup room."

Yin Qiu was speechless, and it took a while before he said: "I... I accidentally fell when I came out, and I forgot when I got up..."

She is still young, not as quick as an adult, her tone and eyes reveal a guilty conscience that she wants to hide but can't hide, how can Man Jiangxue not see that she is lying?

There was silence in the room.

If Man Jiangxue said a few more words, Yin Qiu would feel better, but her silence made Yin Qiu feel uneasy.

Could it be that she noticed something was wrong?Yin Qiu secretly observed Man Jiangxue's expression, not daring to speak rashly.

The two of them fell silent in such a caring manner, Yin Qiu suffered a lot, afraid that she would ask questions that he didn't want to answer, but after a while, Man Jiangxue didn't say anything more about it, she just dried her hair, He asked, "Did you drink the medicine?"

Seeing that she didn't get to the bottom of it, Yin Qiu nodded quickly as if relieved, "I've had it."

Man Jiangxue took a panoramic view of her relieved expression, but still didn't ask any further questions, took out a book from his sleeve and handed it to her, saying, "Do you know what this is?"

Yin Qiu took the booklet and flipped through it a few times, a little embarrassed: "I don't know how to read..."

Man Jiangxue said: "This is the Ziyin Heart Sutra, and it is also a heart method that can only be practiced by the disciples of all peaks in Yunhua Palace. Most people can't learn it. This is the only book left in the world. It is an orphan."

Yin Qiu opened his mouth wide: "That's something unique, so amazing."

Man Jiangxue glanced at the bookshelves and desks in the room, and asked Yin Qiu, "Are you sleepy?"

Yin Qiu is actually sleepy, she is not only sleepy, but also very cold, and her head hurts badly, but she just doesn't want to be seen by Man Jiangxue, so she endures it all the time, and when she sees Man Jiangxue, she has already forgotten the unpleasantness she had with Meng Jing before. Throwing them all away, thinking that Man Jiangxue might have some intentions in showing her the "Purple Sound Heart Sutra" at this time, she replied, "I'm not sleepy, what is Master Uncle going to do?"

Man Jiangxue said: "Do you want to practice calligraphy? If you want to, I will teach you."

Yin Qiu was slightly startled, and then smiled unprecedentedly: "Really?"

Man Jiangxue patted her head and said, "Wait for me first."

Man Jiangxue lit a few more candles, put them on the desk, prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, then dressed Yin Qiu, and finally sat down in front of the desk with her in her arms.

Yin Qiu's shoes were still soaking in the basin, and she couldn't find new ones for her to wear for a while, so Man Jiangxue made her sit on his lap, supported Yin Qiu's waist with one hand, and taught her how to hold a pen with the other.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, there was no charcoal fire in the house, and there was no cold wind, but with Man Jiangxue around, Yin Qiu felt extremely warm, and she followed Man Jiangxue's teachings, even though she couldn't write yet, but there was Man Jiangxue took her hand in hand to write, and beautiful characters were written on the pure white paper one after another.

This is Yin Qiu's first time holding a pen to write.

Many years later, Yin Qiu grew up and became a graceful figure. Everyone praised her good handwriting and even her calligraphy. At that time, she would never forget this night. She leaned against Man Jiangxue's arms, and Man Jiangxue held her Teach her to turn and swipe her hand, teach her to fold vertical hooks horizontally.

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"Does it look good?" Man Jiangxue said.

"It looks good!" Yin Qiu was very happy, "Although I don't know what these words are, I think they look good."

"What I just taught you to copy is the content of the Ziyin Heart Sutra." Man Jiangxue studied the ink, her face looked soft in the slightly flickering candlelight.

Yin Qiu looked at her drooping eyebrows and smiled softly: "But didn't you say earlier that only senior disciples can practice this method? How can you show it to me?"

Hearing this, Man Jiangxue raised the corner of her mouth silently, with a bit of teasing in her words: "You can't understand the left and right, it's okay."

Yin Qiu blinked and looked at Man Jiangxue's smiling face very seriously.

With dark hair and snow-skinned appearance, her face is clear and clear, and her whole body seems to be soaked in the moonlight, flawless and beautiful.

Yin Qiu seemed to be admiring a beautiful picture scroll, and also seemed to be viewing an excellent scenery. She felt that Man Jiangxue was so beautiful. Yin Qiu had never seen anyone as beautiful as her before, let alone Man Jiangxue was so close to her and hugged her so intimately.

Just like the moon in the sky is so beautiful, but there is no one who can own the moon. Man Jiangxue is as beautiful as the moon, but now she is owned by Yin Qiu. The moon, but those who cannot touch the moon are much happier.

No one came to disturb, and no one came to fight for it. Man Jiangxue was here, and she was here too. In this small world, there were only the two of them.

Even if she went to that Yunhua Palace, she would have to live in some kind of disciple's room alone, and could no longer live with Man Jiangxue every day, but the tender time now made Yin Qiu very satisfied.

"Why are you smirking?" Man Jiangxue suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Yin Qiu.

"No, no..." Yin Qiu hurriedly turned his face away, not daring to look at her for no reason.

"This booklet is temporarily entrusted to you for safekeeping," Man Jiangxue said, "Don't lose it."

Yin Qiu was flattered, but hesitated: "Such a precious thing...isn't it good?"

Man Jiangxue paused for a moment, put down his pen and looked at her, and said softly: "It's nothing wrong, your mother copied this in the palace."

Yin Qiu was stunned for a moment: "This...is mother's handwriting?"

Man Jiangxue nodded: "Senior sister's handwriting is the best among students of the same generation. You have to follow her. When you enter Yunhua Palace and school in the future, you must work hard, you know?"

She never expected that this mind method was written by her mother herself. It was the first time since Yin Qiu was born that she came into contact with things about her mother, and her heart was surging and complicated.

After all, time is limited, and right now she is not officially literate. Yin Qiuyi wrote for a while, and Man Jiangxue carried her back to the bed. After washing, she took off her clothes and lay down next to Yin Qiu.

Smelling the pleasant fragrance on her body, Yin Qiu was very relieved, and fell asleep with Man Jiangxue's arm on his pillow.

The next day, the sky was getting brighter, and the disciples in the inn got up on time to practice swords. Man Jiangxue was only in a light sleep, but not sound asleep. Hearing the voices from downstairs, he gently put Yin Qiu in his arms. On the other hand, he put on his clothes and went out the door.

There is a special training field in the post station, which is not too big, but it is enough for the disciples to have activities. Man Jiangxue watched their sword practice for a while, and gave some pointers. On the way back to the hall, they met To the disciple of Yin Qiu's clothes.

"Morning uncle." The disciple greeted An first.

Recalling Yin Qiu's unusual behavior last night, Man Jiangxue looked up at the soup room not far away, and asked, "Has anyone used the soup room yesterday?"

The disciple thought for a while, and said: "It's cold these days, and there aren't too many people taking a bath. Yesterday... I only saw the younger brother brought back by Senior Sister Ji, and the others don't know about it."

Man Jiangxue was not surprised by her words, and asked again: "When did he go?"

The disciple thought back for a moment: "After dinner."

Man Jiangxue said "Yes": "Understood, you can ask a doctor to look at him later, ask whether you can go on the road in the next two days, and come back as soon as possible to report to me."

The disciple took his orders and quickly withdrew.

Today, the snow stopped and the wind was not strong. The dense clouds in the past few days dispersed, revealing a few rare light bands of light gold, which were cast on the snow in the courtyard, reflecting slightly twinkling stars.

The trees are covered with snow clothes, the eaves are hung with jade hooks, and the pools in the rockery have been frozen and covered with frost. Only one pool has broken through the thin ice, exposing clear water with ripples.

Man Jiangxue frowned slightly as she looked at the ice-breaking place.

"What is Uncle Master looking at?" someone asked from behind.

Man Jiangxue looked back and saw Lu Huaiwei walking towards her, followed by Ji Wanshu.

The swords in the hands of these two people were not in their sheaths, and their breaths were also a little disordered. It seemed that they had just sparred with swordsmanship. Man Jiangxue looked away and said, "I am looking at this pool, and there are signs of fighting."

"Fighting?" Lu Huaiwei immediately cast her gaze, sized her up and said, "Looking at the footprints on the snow, there should be two people."

"Both of them came from the soup room," Ji Wanshu continued, "and neither of them knows kung fu, but one has the upper hand, and the other has no power to fight back."

"The one who had the upper hand pushed the other person into the pool," Lu Huaiwei looked surprised, "This..."

The situation, the situation, and the analysis made all three of them feel like a mirror.

Not to mention that there are still a few people who don't know kung fu in this post station, it is not difficult to guess who these two people are just by looking at the size of the footprints.