Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

With a sound of "Pa!", the teacup fell from the side of the desk without warning, and suddenly fell to pieces.

The broken porcelain splashed, and the hot tea splashed all over the floor, startling a faint cloud of dust. Man Jiangxue's outstretched hand caught the air, and was quickly wiped by the tiny porcelain, leaving a faint red mark.

The doors and windows of Shen Xingdian were wide open, and the draft was crowded in the room, howling and rampant, it swept away the hot air of the tea in an instant.

Several hidden guard disciples heard the movement outside, quickly flew down from the roof, and rushed into the palace gate.

"Uncle Master?"

"Oh, why did this teacup fall?"

It rained heavily outside for a moment, and the maple trees in the courtyard were blurred into a residual red. Man Jiangxue looked at the mess on the ground, then at the scratch on the back of his hand, and frowned slightly.

The disciples immediately took the broom and came to clean it, and saw that Man Jiangxue's hand was injured, and stepped forward to care for him.Man Jiangxue was inexplicably uneasy, said "No problem", wiped off the blood on the back of his hand with a handkerchief, and walked out of Shen Xing Palace with an umbrella.

"Suddenly it's raining so heavily, will Master Uncle still go to pay homage to the ancestors?" A disciple followed out with a small bamboo basket, which was filled with paper incense candles that had been prepared in advance.

Man Jiangxue stood on the porch watching the rain for a while, then said after a while of silence, "Go."

The disciple brought an umbrella, but didn't hold it up. He put on a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and covered the bamboo basket with a layer of oily paper to avoid water. The heavy buildings went to the observatory in the back mountain.

The observatory is located on the top of the Houshan Mountain, which is the highest point in the entire Yunhua Mountain. Standing on this place, one can see the entire mountain, the Yunhua Palace, and even the outline of Shangyuan City from a distance. .

The cemeteries of the masters and ancestors of Yunhua Palace are all built in Tianchi, but that place is too far away. It is extremely inconvenient to go there every year to worship, and it happens that the star observation platform is spacious and empty. Apart from preaching here, there is no other purpose, so Xie Yijun specially repaired this place many years ago, and set up a lot of tombs for the ancestors, so that it is convenient for disciples to come here to worship.

The rain was heavy, and the surface of the umbrella swayed slightly in the wind. The river was covered with snow, and soon stopped in front of a tomb. Jiang Xue bent down, blew on the fire, burned some paper money, and lit two white candles.

The wind was too strong, and the burned paper money turned into soot, before it could fly up, it fell down in the rain. The white candle was only lit for a moment, and then went out soon.

"It's done when you want it, and the master will not blame you." The hidden guard disciple tried his best to burn some paper money, and then cleaned the ground more neatly.

The scratch on the back of the hand was almost negligible, but the pain was extremely obvious, and it was always entrenched in the wound and refused to stop, which was a bit excruciating.Man Jiangxue looked down at her hands, and suddenly asked, "Have you heard from Xiaoqiu?"

"Not in the past two days, but there was one a few days ago. Didn't the uncle read it?" After finishing the work at hand, the disciple of the dark guard took the initiative to hold an umbrella for Man Jiangxue, and replied, "She said she chose it." A state city that is closer to Weicheng went to help, counting the days, it should be there."

Man Jiangxue never let go of her frowning, she gave a soft "hmm", her eyes fell on the tombstone of her master, and she became fascinated in a rare way.

The cold wind sweeps across the world, bringing boundless coldness. The star observatory is surrounded by evergreen spruces. The large expanse of green should have been covered with heavy snow, but at this moment it has been washed clean and bright by the rain, and it will also be fine. The long branches and leaves hang down.

There is no color in this place, the more verdant the spruce is, the more desolate and desolate it looks, the cairns are surrounded by emerald green, the thick white snow has been incomplete, and the soil of the graves has also dispersed in the rain, revealing some damp Dead grass yellow.

Man Jiangxue's slightly distorted eyes fell on the yellow mud, and in an instant they regained their brilliance.

"Has anyone moved these tombs?"

Hearing this, the disciple of the dark guard raised his head and took a glance, recalled for a while before answering: "A while ago, the snow fell too much, and the soil was crushed a lot. I haven't had time to clean it up. Yesterday, the master just called someone to come. It has been refurbished, who knows that it rained heavily again today, and it will have to be repaired when the rain stops.”

Man Jiangxue nodded slightly, expressing understanding, the two stood in place for a while, and then set off on the way they used to go back and forth.

Xu Shi noticed that Man Jiangxue's expression was a little dignified today, and the disciple of the hidden guard thought it over and said, "Master Uncle is not very happy looking at it, are you worried about Junior Sister?"

It was fine if he didn't mention it, but when Man Jiangxue was mentioned, he paused, thought for a while and said, "Go to the Mingguang Palace later, and say goodbye to the senior sister in charge for me."

The disciple of the dark guard looked at the rain that was getting denser and denser, and asked in surprise: "Uncle Master is leaving now?"

"Well," Man Jiangxue took the umbrella from him, "Let's go now."

The disciple of the hidden guard was about to say a few words of persuasion, but Man Jiangxue jumped down from the observatory.

Bai Ying fell into the boundless rain, like a dexterous white goose, and quickly disappeared from sight.

Although the disciple of the hidden guard was surprised, he was not surprised by Man Jiangxue's behavior of leaving as soon as he said it. He watched Man Jiangxue's figure leave, turned around, and walked in the direction of Mingguang Palace.

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The night wind shook and creaked the half-closed window. When Yin Qiu woke up, it was still raining outside.

There was a charcoal brazier burning in the room, and bright candle lamps were burning. Yin Qiu looked around blankly, but did not see Meng Jing and Bai Ling.

She had a splitting headache, and her mouth was dry, and when she was about to get up to find a cup of tea to quench her thirst, the door was suddenly pushed open gently.Yin Qiu frowned and raised his head, and saw Meng Jing stepping in, holding a bowl of decoction in his hand, and a bitter medicinal fragrance immediately spread in the room.

"Are you awake?" Seeing Yin Qiu sitting on the couch, Meng Jing's eyes lighted up slightly, she hurried to the couch and sat down, and immediately took Yin Qiu's pulse.

"Where is this?" Yin Qiu changed hands and rubbed his swollen temples again.

Meng Jing lowered her head, feeling her pulse intently, and finally seemed relieved, and replied, "I have arrived in Yunjian City."

Yin Qiu paused, with a ignorance still remaining on his face: "This is it? Don't you have to travel three or four days to get there?"

Meng Jing glanced at her, handed Yin Qiu the decoction that had been put aside, and said, "To be exact, we arrived after seven days' journey."

Seven days?Yin Qiu was taken aback at first, and then said with a confused face: "...I don't remember anything."

"On the mountain road that day, you suddenly vomited blood, and you said you heard some flute sound," Meng Jing said, "Afterwards, you passed out and didn't wake up until now."

Yin Qiu was stunned for a while: "What's wrong with me?"

Meng Jing sighed: "You don't have any illnesses." He motioned Yin Qiu to drink the soup, and said, "I have frequently checked your pulse these days, and I saw that your pulse condition is disordered, but I don't see any problem with you, and I don't know Why are you vomiting blood, when I came to see you earlier, your pulse was still chaotic, but just now it was abnormally stable, very weird."

Yin Qiu recalled what happened that day, and asked, "You and Bai Ling really didn't hear the flute?"

"No," Meng Jing looked at her with obvious concern, "Have you been too tired recently and have hallucinations?"

Yin Qiu frowned, thought for a while and said: "If you say that the sound of the flute is an illusion, but it is always true that I vomit blood, and when I listen to the sound of the flute, I feel restless, my qi and blood are surging, and even my real qi I can't control it, it seems that the more my mood fluctuates, the more I will be affected by the sound of the flute," she said here, raising her hand to cover her heart, "This place also seems to be tightly held by someone, it hurts I can't breathe."

Listening to her narration, Meng Jing said with serious eyebrows: "Although I am not a miracle doctor who can rejuvenate, I have studied with Master for these years. I can tell if you are sick or not. Except for pulse disorder, I am not sick. There's nothing wrong with you."

This is indeed very strange.

Yin Qiu was silent for a while, raised his head and poured the soup, and then teased again after a while, "You can't be the one who gave me the heartache."

Hearing this, Meng Jing showed a rare speechless expression, a little bit uncomfortable: "When is it, do you still have the mood to joke?" She put her hand into her sleeve pocket, took out a small oiled paper bag and handed it to Yin Qiu, "You vomit blood for no reason, I'm the one who wants to be frightened by you and have a heart attack."

"Then don't, I can't bear this responsibility," Yin Qiu opened the oil-paper bag, and the sweet aroma flooded his face, "You bought me candy? It's interesting."

Meng Jing looked at her slightly thinner profile, paused before saying, "This medicine is bitter, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"Good medicine is good for the disease, I'm not a delicate person," Yin Qiu stuffed a piece of candied fruit into his mouth, and saw Meng Jing's sleeve pocket with a piece of pink in his eyes, then turned his head and said, "What is that? Look familiar."

Meng Jing stagnated slightly, and unnaturally rolled up her sleeves: "It's nothing, it's just a handkerchief."

Yin Qiu glanced at her, as if thinking of something from Meng Jing's concealed movements, and said with a smile, "When did you use a handkerchief of this color?" She said, with an indescribable meaning in her eyes , "Don't some ingenious junior sister give it to you?"

Meeting Yin Qiu's mocking gaze, Meng Jing choked, and suddenly laughed along with her for the first time: "Ingenuity is right, but it's not junior sister."

Seeing the rare smile on her face, Yin Qiu suddenly became interested: "Is it Senior Sister?"

"Well," Meng Jing stood up holding the medicine bowl, "It's Senior Sister."

Seeing that she was about to leave without saying a word, Yin Qiu hurriedly grabbed Meng Jing and said, "Why are you running? You are very capable. You even provoked your senior sister, and you even took her handkerchief. Senior brother Meng, did you forget?" Is she also a daughter?"

Meng Jing was staggered by her, barely stabilized her figure, looked back at Yin Qiu and said, "Can't accept it?"

"It can be accepted," Yin Qiu said, "but only if you like the person before you can accept it. If you don't like it, it's not kind to accept it."

"Why not be kind," Meng Jing stood upright, her light blue pine robe covered Yin Qiu's wrist, she stretched out her hand to hold Yin Qiu, and said in a flat tone, "After all, she also knows that I am a daughter .”

Yin Qiu was naturally a little surprised: "Aside from me, does anyone else know that you are a girl? Why didn't you say so before?"

The oil lamp swayed slightly, and the projections in the room flickered like water waves. Yin Qiu sat on the couch and raised his head, his eyes were still reddish after a long sleep, and he looked a bit indescribably beautiful, as if he was drunk After drinking, people are still slightly drunk.

It has a different flavor.

Meng Jing looked down at her, and the fingertips on Yin Qiu's wrist moved slightly.Meng Jing said, "Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?"

Yin Qiu was a little stunned: "What do you mean?"

Meng Jing paused for a while, let go of Yin Qiu, took out the piece of pink from her sleeve pocket, and held it up to Yin Qiu's eyes.

It was a small and delicate purse.

The color is like peach blossom, it is washed very clean, but the texture is already a little frizzy, it can be seen that it has been used for a long time, and it looks old.

Yin Qiu took a few glances at the purse, and immediately recalled it.

This is what she gave to Meng Jing before.

When the New Disciple Conference was over, Fu Xiang left Yunhua Palace and returned to Mingyue Tower. Yin Qiu made many purses to give away, even Ji Wanshu who was in retreat.

Unexpectedly, Meng Jing still kept it and carried it with her.

It turns out that she is the one who is ingenious, and she is also the senior sister.

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The night wind blew gently, blowing the tassels on the purse, and there was a light scent of medicine, which was Meng Jing's unique smell.

Yin Qiu froze for a moment, then bent his lips and said with a smile: "Then you still say it's a handkerchief, why are you lying to me?"

Meng Jing answered frankly: "On a whim, just kidding."

"Let me take a look," Yin Qiu grabbed the purse in his hand, turned it over and over for a while, "A lot of places are worn out, can I make you another one when I'm free?"

Meng Jing said: "No need." She took the purse back again, "I use it as a sachet, and put some refreshing herbs, so that I can stabilize my mind and it is also good for heart disease."

Yin Qiu smiled brightly: "I can't see that you are still a nostalgic person, so when you want to get a new one, just tell me, you are welcome."

Meng Jing lowered her head, stuffed her purse back into her sleeve pocket, and said, "Okay."

"Then do me a favor." Yin Qiu put on his shoes and got off the couch, went to the table and poured two cups of hot tea, "It's still the kind of help that must be done."

Meng Jing said, "What's the matter?"

"Don't tell others about my vomiting blood," Yin Qiu said, "Especially Uncle Shi, you and Bai Ling have to keep it a secret for me."

Even if she didn't explain the reason, it's not difficult for Meng Jing to guess her intention.Meng Jing said: "I haven't found out why you vomit blood. If you tell my uncle, maybe she will have a good plan. Who knows if you will do it again in the future?"

"Let's talk about it when the time comes," Yin Qiu stretched his limbs and said with a smile, "I'm fine, I have nothing to do, Master Uncle will have a lot of things to do next, and she has already taken on enough things I don't want her to be distracted because of me, you promise me, don't tell uncle."

Meng Jing hesitated for a moment, then replied, "That's up to you."

Yunjian City is very close to Wei City, and it can be reached by riding a horse for two days. This place can be regarded as the boundary of the jurisdiction of Yunhua Palace. Yin Qiu thought that he would go to Wei City next month anyway, so he proposed Come here to help, even if you are close, you can participate in Mozitai in time.

Nangong Min deserved to be cruel and ruthless. Apart from Jincheng, he didn't even let go of the more remote Yunjian City. The next day Yin Qiu, Meng Jing and Bai Ling checked into the Yunhua Inn, only to realize that it had become a mess. For the matter, the disciples were often made things difficult by the people and government officials, and received a lot of stares and spurned.

But the person is already dead, and the real culprit is nowhere to be found. Yunhua Palace, who has been wronged, can only admit it reluctantly. Fortunately, the prefect of this place is dedicated to taking the remaining refugees who are lucky enough to be alive into After leaving the yamen, Yunhua Palace was not allowed to manage it anymore. Although the disciples had nowhere to complain, they were relieved to see the refugees being taken away.

If something happened to these remaining refugees, Yunhua Palace would really be thrown into the Yellow River and it would not be cleaned up.

After raining for two days, it finally ushered in a sunny day. The disciples in the inn seldom went out these days for fear of being scolded by people pointing at their spines, but seeing that the weather was fine today, they all went together to a pasture on the outskirts of the city horse racing.

There are not too many disciples stationed in Yunjian City, almost all of them are outer disciples who were sent by Lu Huaiwei to various states after studying in the palace for a year, so when Yin Qiu and Bai Ling came, the most experienced ones in this place were also It became the two of them.

Bai Ling has a free and easy personality, doesn't care about trifles, and soon became one with the crowd. She led the people to gallop on the pasture, letting the disciples sweep away the gloom of the past few days, and feel very happy.

Yin Qiu is not good at riding, and he doesn't like riding horses very much, so he sat on the side to rest after two laps.Meng Jing was invited away early in the morning by the official. Hearing that a personal apprentice of the medical elder came to Yunhua Station, the magistrate specially invited him to treat the refugees, and he didn't come back until dark and night.

During this period of time, the disciples were all busy. Today, Bai Ling decided to give them a vacation. A group of people lingered in the suburbs and did not return to the post station. Yin Qiu sat in the bamboo shed for a day. The river was gurgling, so I put on my outer robe and walked along the river to relax.

The breeze came from the river, carrying the unique frosty air of winter, blowing away the tiredness, but it couldn't blow away the melancholy in Yin Qiu's heart.

She just pretended not to care on the surface, but in fact she was still a little nervous, especially when Nangong Min reminded someone that someone would kill her that night, but Yin Qiu vomited blood for no reason the next day, it was hard not to upset her fear.

Could it be that he was poisoned by some kind, or by some evil spirit?

The sound of the flute...why is it that only she can hear it?

But if it was poisoned, it is impossible for Meng Jing not to detect it, but if it is said to be poisoned, how can there be such a thing in this world?

Thinking of this, Yin Qiu secretly mobilized his true energy.

Everything is normal, no different from usual.

Zhubing slowly trembled under the fluctuation of true energy, Yin Qiu lowered her eyes to look at it, thinking that this was the sword used by her mother, she was a little uncontrollable for a while, she shook the dagger away, melted Making a silver-white long sword, it danced by the riverside.

A tall flagpole was erected on the pasture in the distance, and a few lanterns were hung on it. The faint light was cast from afar, making it a bit hazy. Yin Qiu's figure fluttered and fluctuated in this halo, like a light lark.

The sound of the wind broke and was cut sharply by the sharp edge of the ice chasing, untimely covering up the sudden sound of footsteps in the forest.

It wasn't until the sword dance was over and Yin Qiu fell from mid-air that she moved her ears slightly and heard the slight sound.

Zhu Bing was still trembling, and let out a low sword cry. Yin Qiu turned his head under the lush treetops, and saw a ghostly figure standing in the dim forest behind him.

The cold wind intensified in an instant, sweeping away the scorching heat just now, adding a bit of horror to people.Yin Qiu's eyes sank, and he almost didn't have time to think about it. Dang even stepped on the trunk of the tree and flew to the sky, and ran towards the pasture without saying a word.

not good!The person who wants to kill her is coming!

At this moment, only this thought was in Yin Qiu's mind, and she regretted it at the moment, secretly cursing herself for being so careless, actually walking around here alone after dark, it's too much life!

At the end of his field of vision were his disciples who were still playing and laughing on the pasture. Yin Qiu didn't dare to turn his head back rashly, and tried his best to increase his speed, exerting the lightness kung fu to the extreme that he had learned all his life.But even so, the person behind him still caught up with him at an astonishing speed, without even making a sound.

Feeling a hand suddenly hit her back shoulder, Yin Qiu secretly thought that something was wrong, turned over quickly to avoid it, and opened her mouth to call for help, but the man didn't give her this chance, and held her tightly from behind very domineeringly. Yin Qiu quickly covered her lips again.

Yin Qiu struggled a few times but failed to break free, and was forced to ask the man to pull her to the ground. Once the two stood still, the man unexpectedly let go of Yin Qiu, and actually drew out a long sword and pointed at her. Yin Qiu used his sword move.

——As if he wanted to compete with Yin Qiu in martial arts.

Seeing the long sword shining with silver light in a hurry, Yin Qiu frowned, and couldn't help slowing down his retaliation.

This sword looked familiar.

She froze for a moment at this critical juncture, and then gave the opponent a good chance to take advantage of the victory to pursue him. A black shadow flashed in front of her eyes, and Yin Qiu only felt a dull pain in her chest.

At the same time, a clear and smiling voice sounded again: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and you just learned the kung fu of a three-legged cat? Shame!"