Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

Weicheng is located in the central part of the Central Plains, with Yunjian City to the north and Cang County to the south. Both ends are under the jurisdiction of the Jianghu faction. One is black and the other is white. In the middle, people can live in peace and be free from the influence of rivers and lakes disputes. , relying on the backing of the great Buddha of Jiuxiantang.

The young juniors may not know it, but any seniors who are older, if they mention the Nine Immortals Hall, they will definitely praise "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" from the bottom of their hearts.

Just because Jiuxiantang contains all kinds of wonderful martial arts in the world, and the disciples in the sect have their own strengths. It can be said that a hundred flowers bloom together. Only the world can't think of the technique of machine expansion, and no Jiuxiantang can't do it.

"But they are very low-key, even so low-key that they don't have any sense of existence," the young man poured out the warm wine in his hand, and changed to a cup of cold tea, "However, they are low-key, and they have a long history of influence. It's different, the Nine Immortals Hall is hidden in the city, and even the Yunhua Palace and the Ziwei Sect dare not easily confront it."

There are people coming and going in the tea shop, facing the noisy market, it is a bit noisy.Wen Chaoyu was sitting on the bench, with one leg propped up on the bench, she wore men's clothing with ulterior motives today, and she looked like an idle boy. She seemed to never know what it means to sit upright, and she never knew what it was "Indecent".

"I don't care what the Nine Immortals Hall is," Wen Chaoyu turned the flute in his hand over and over again, not a single tune was in tune, "I only care about how this thing moves."

The intermittent sound of the flute came out one after another like a fart, and the guests and passers-by in the tea shop were all ashamed. She just had the ability to play the flute so horrible, but she enjoyed it and was very willing to study it.

"I really don't have much talent in these silk and bamboo instruments, but I have always wanted to learn," Wen Zhaoyu is still very self-aware, "I can wield knives and swords, and I can write two-handed poems. The best thing I am good at is housekeeping skills. , but I haven’t killed anyone for a long time, and I’ve been short of fun recently. Is the flute a good pastime, Qi Shao, please enlighten me?”

"...Maybe you can go to the qin building more," the young master was very self-restraining, he didn't stop Wen Zhaoyu, he just gave a suggestion, "The qin girl in the building can play the flute, pipa and qinse."

Wen Zhaoyu ignored the strange eyes cast by outsiders, she blew the flute membrane on the sound hole to the point of cracking, and wondered: "Going to the piano building for money, with you as a ready-made flute player, why should I spend that money? "

The young master looked at the dime that had been damaged beyond recognition, and said after a moment of silence: "I'm not an expert, and I can only play two pieces of music."

"Two pieces?" Wen Zhaoyu became interested, "How about the other one? Come, let me listen."

"You can't hear me," the young master put the tea cup down, his expression was calm, "Only one kind of people can hear you."

Wen Chaoyu spun the bamboo flute so that there was a little wind: "Who is it?"

The young master lowered his head and smiled, but did not answer this question. There was always a rouge in his eyes that could not be ignored. From the moment he came to Weicheng to meet Wen Chaoyu, he had endured it for a long time, and now he couldn't help it anymore. He began to say to Wen Chaoyu: "You master and servant, what are you doing dressed up like this today?"

Wen Zhaoyu raised his flute, plucked the broken hair on the sideburns, and said seriously: "I see people squatting in the pit and my throat itch. Your men's clothes look good, and I want to wear them too," she said, turning her head to look at the people around her. Xue Tan, "...don't stand so majestic, can you? Do you know what it means to be like a willow supporting the wind and being tender like water?"

Xue Tan was wearing a carmine-red flowing cloud skirt, holding a lotus-colored handkerchief in his hand. He had a messy bun all over his head, and his head hurt from the heavy beaded hairpin.Xue Tan said expressionlessly, "This subordinate doesn't know."

"Then you are throwing my money away," Wen Chaoyu said viciously, "I have never worn your outfit before, and I have never worn it before. A hairpin costs me 80 taels, which is enough for me to pick up a dozen in the Qinlou. A Qin girl accompanied me to drink and laugh... Why are you staring at me? You put on too much rouge, you look like a monkey's butt, do you have any basic awareness of disguise?"

Xue Tan limped to the table, poured a bowl of cold tea, and splashed it on his face without hesitation. He wiped his rouge with a silk handkerchief, and replied, "This subordinate is careless."

Wen Chaoyu poured another bowl on him casually, and said: "The horse that ran for two hours out of the city gate is Cang County. I don't know how many believers are hidden in this place. If you don't serve snacks or pretend to be a little bit, you will be here tonight." I have to be captured by the other three guardian minions. I have already been thrown into limbo by the leader. If you are captured, you will die. You... where is your veil? Put it on for me quickly!"

Xue Tan looked numb, took out a veil from his sleeve, and put it on obediently.

In fact, Xue Tan looks good, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a different kind of handsomeness, but because of his handsomeness, it is particularly difficult to look directly at him when he is a woman.

After all, Xue Tan was a little unconvinced. He questioned Wen Chaoyu, "Since the protector is so worried about being discovered by other believers, why did he meet with the young master in this street tea shop?"

What he meant was to say: You are not much better than me.

"This is called wisdom," Wen Chaoyu took the bamboo flute and nodded to the person opposite, "You just said Jiuxiantang, what did you say?"

The young master said: "The big hermit hides in the city."

"That's right," Wen Zhaoyu said, "The big hermit lives in the city."

Xue Tan paused, his eyes wandered in front of the windows of the opposite restaurant, where there were several open-air wine tables, and several big men with big waists were fighting for drinks.Xue Tan said in a deep voice, "But Dharma Protector, your wise plan doesn't seem to be suitable for us."

Wen Chaoyu followed his line of sight, and glanced back calmly, the timing of this glance was perfect, as soon as she turned her head, she and those men had a look at each other across the air.

Obviously, neither of the two parties seemed to have expected this exchange of stares, so their hastily averted their gazes, which seemed a little awkward.

But Wen Chaoyu wasn't embarrassed by this, she was embarrassed by Xue Tan's words.

—she was really not much better than him.

"Qin Zheng, a black-hearted and rotten bitch, sent someone to kill me." Wen Zhaoyu threw the flute back to the young master, and said through gritted teeth, "Is she really so easy to bully? She has all butchers under her hands." Man, I'm afraid I won't recognize it."

Xue Tan was a little melancholy for a moment: "It's very strong, one fist can kill both of us, Dharma protector, run away."

Wen Chaoyu rolled his eyes at him, and snorted coldly, his expression of hatred for iron not steel was beyond words.

She took out the small flying knife at her waist, stepped on the wooden table and climbed up the tall building, shouting: "Run!"

·

Following Wen Zhaoyu's drink, several men on the opposite side dropped the wine jars in their hands, pulled out a pair of sharp long knives from their backs in unison, jumped over the wine table and rushed over in an instant.

The bustling market was like an overturned frying pan, and it became boiling and noisy in an instant. Xue Tan held up her skirt and worked hard behind Wen Chaoyu's buttocks, those delicate hairpins fell all over the ground, ding Ding dong dong is the sound of silver.

The men are not only big and tall, but also very flexible in their movements. At this moment, Xue Tan is very thankful that he can still use lightness kung fu, so that he will not be hacked to death in the street. I heard a girl's voice from below saying: "Uncle Shi, is that a robbery?"

Xue Tan's already lame leg became even more lame after hearing this.

He thought to himself: If a man dares to snatch a girl like me, why wouldn't a handsome young man like my guardian be chased by women?

Wen Chaoyu's back had completely disappeared from sight, Xue Tan turned his head to take a look in the midst of his busy schedule, and saw the girl who spoke in the chaotic crowd with great accuracy.

In a white dress, with two smart braids in her long hair, she has a beautiful face, and the woman next to her is even more beautiful than her.

Xue Tan turned his gaze, and saw the young master sitting by the tea table as if nothing had happened, so he wanted to remind him to run quickly, but the men's blades had already reached the face value in the blink of an eye, Xue Tan held up The twisted wrist blocked it, and a long bloodstain was cut out immediately. He hissed in pain, his ankle tilted, and the whole person fell down.

Wen Zhaoyu's head poked out from behind the tall building, she stretched out her hand to grab Xue Tan's back collar in time, but for some reason, when she saw the two white figures on the street, she retracted her hand mercilessly , and immediately hid himself.

Xue Tan clearly saw this scene during the fall, and he thought again: Yes, my guardian is handsome, but she is too cowardly, no woman wants to chase her.

Xue Tan felt that he was doomed this time, so he didn't want to struggle in vain, and the most important thing was that he couldn't struggle either, and he couldn't count on Wen Chaoyu to save him, so he closed his eyes and quietly waited for being stabbed. The moment of hacking is coming soon.

But surprisingly, that moment did not come. When he fell into the air, someone stopped him and picked him up. The man's arm was very slender but powerful, and held him firmly.Xue Tan opened his eyes in surprise, and found that the person who rescued him was the beautiful girl in the white dress from before.

"This sister," the beautiful girl said to Xue Tan in a soft voice, "Hold on tight, don't be afraid."

Xue Tan froze his hands, hesitating whether to hug her or not, the next moment, his feet touched the ground lightly.

"Good! Wow!"

"The two heroines are very skilled!"

"Racing good women in broad daylight, killing these bastards!"

……

Pedestrians on the street suddenly burst into applause for some reason. Xue Tan was still in shock. When he looked up, he found that the men who were chasing after him had been easily taken down by another woman in white. He didn't even see clearly. How did the woman strike, several men fell to the ground sprawled at this time, the common people rushed up one after another, punching and kicking them fiercely, the kicking men repeatedly bowed their hands and begged for mercy.

Xue Tan's face hidden under the veil showed a bit of bewilderment.

"Sister," the pretty girl was still supporting him, and said with great concern, "Your hand is injured, come with us to a nearby hospital to bandage it."

Xue Tan took a step back in surprise, and stammered, "Many, thank you...but I'm fine..."

"You're bleeding," the pretty girl took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around his wrist, "you need to stop the bleeding and take medicine as soon as possible."

Her plain white fingertips were as tender as green onions, like a boudoir lady who hadn't touched a little bit of spring water, but the strength she had just caught him was so calm.Xue Tan's hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but took another step back.

He has lived for more than twenty years, except for Wen Zhaoyu, he has never had such close contact with any girl, but he was not only hugged by this girl just now, but now she is holding her hand gently.

It's just because she still doesn't know that the person in front of her is not a sister at all, but a real man.

Xue Tan said "guilty" three times in his heart, squeezed his throat and said: "Many, thank you sister...Good people are rewarded with good things, I wish you marry a good family."

Then he limped away.

·

Watching the limping figure being quickly submerged by the crowd, Yin Qiu withdrew his half-raised hand and said to Man Jiangxue who was walking behind him: "That sister doesn't want my help, she seems to be twisted. foot."

Man Jiangxue glanced at the direction where Xue Tan was leaving, and then looked at the tall building where Wen Chaoyu disappeared, and she said, "There is no such big and thick sister, and there is no one who can use Qinggong to such a degree with a twisted foot."

Yin Qiu was startled: "Is he a man?"

Man Jiangxue listened to her question from the bottom of her heart, with a look of helplessness on her face.Man Jiangxue said: "First of all, he is indeed a man, and he is still a lame man. Secondly, I don't quite understand whether you see less of women or less of men."

Yin Qiu thought she was asking herself, so she thought about it seriously, and replied: "Actually, they are almost the same." After she finished speaking, she looked up at Man Jiangxue, "Speaking of it, I still look at my uncle the most. .”

Sometimes, really only sometimes, Man Jiangxue has the feeling that Yin Qiu is teasing her.

But the girl's serious appearance is obviously telling Man Jiangxue: she is not joking, she is very serious.

"...these are people from the Ziwei sect," Man Jiangxue changed the subject, turned slightly to look at the other side, "It seems that Nangong Min should have arrived in Weicheng earlier than us."

Yin Qiu passed over the crowd who were still shouting and scolding, looked at the men with bruised noses and swollen faces, and said, "How did the uncle see that?"

Man Jiangxue replied: "Those who dare to commit crimes on the grounds of the Nine Immortals Hall, other than the Ziwei Sect, have no such courage, and secondly, they do not have such a low education."

Just like Yunhua Palace, Yunhua disciples have enough confidence and courage to do such a thing, but the palace has rules, no one dares to violate them easily, but Nangong Min has no such rules, and all the people under her are A young man who doesn't pay attention to any sects and occasions.

Even if Jiuxiantang is not easy to provoke, Ziwei Cult doesn't care about ruining its reputation. As long as the matter doesn't reach the point where Jiuxiantang personally accepts it, Nangong Min is even happy to see the disciples stir up trouble, she likes to create chaos.

Yin Qiu couldn't help but praised: "Uncle Master is really amazing!"

"Actually, this is not the main reason." Man Jiangxue continued after hearing Yin Qiu's sincere sentence.

"What's that?" Yin Qiu looked at her expectantly.

"It's mainly because I recognized Wen Chaoyu," Man Jiangxue said, "It's superfluous for her to wear men's clothes."

Yin Qiu was slightly stunned, and immediately realized: "Uncle Master, the man who left that sister and ran away first was Wen Chaoyu?"

Man Jiangxue glanced at her: "Yes."

It turned out to be Wen Chaoyu!

"Since Senior Sister Ji retreated, Uncle Wen has also disappeared with the world." Yin Qiu couldn't tell whether it was surprise or surprise, "I always thought that something happened to her all these years, and she came to Weicheng!"

"That's why I said that Nangong Min should have come here earlier than us," Man Jiangxue said, "The government meeting is coming soon, even if she likes to create chaos, she shouldn't lose her sense of proportion and let the believers make trouble in Weicheng at this juncture But if Wen Chaoyu is the one being hunted down, that's a different matter."

"Why is that?" Yin Qiu said.

"Wen Chaoyu hasn't shown himself in the rivers and lakes for the past five years, but now when he shows up, he is hunted down by his own people," Man Jiangxue said, "It's not what Nangong Min meant, or what the other three guardians meant. If it was the other three It's impossible for Nangong Min not to know the meaning of the guardian, but it only means that she is pampering her subordinates and allowing them to fight among themselves, otherwise the farce just now wouldn't be staged in front of you and me."

Yin Qiu took advantage of the situation and came to a conclusion: "It seems that Uncle Wen has had a hard time in the past few years."

The noise in the city gradually subsided, and the few men had been escorted by the common people to the road to meet the officials, the crowded flow of people began to disperse, and the street market was slowly returning to its usual bustle.

"Since the uncle has recognized Wen Chaoyu," Yin Qiu asked, "then why did you help her just now? This is actually a conflict within their Ziwei sect, and the uncle seems to have no reason to take action."

Man Jiangxue pulled Yin Qiu past her, and they walked together on the crowded street, she said, "I'm not trying to help her, you were the one who made the move first, and I'm helping you."

Yin Qiu turned his head, looked at Man Jiangxue and smiled: "Is that so, that can be regarded as repaying Master Wen's favor, I always remember that she delivered a letter to Master Uncle for me that year."

There were so many people on the street that it was unavoidable to rub shoulders with pedestrians. Man Jiangxue stretched out her hand to protect Yin Qiu by her side. The two walked hand in hand. Their outstanding appearance stood out among the passers-by and attracted many people. look sideways.

Yin Qiu was holding an oily paper bag in his arms, which contained snacks that Man Jiangxue bought for her not long ago. Half of her body was pressed against Man Jiangxue. When she passed by a tea shop, someone bumped her shoulder lightly.

Yin Qiu's footsteps paused slightly, and he leaned towards Man Jiangxue's arms. Suddenly, a sharp and piercing flute sounded in his ears, which suddenly sounded out of thin air in the crowded street, and suddenly it exploded in Yin Qiu's mind like a bolt from the blue It exploded.

Yin Qiu only felt a sudden twitch in her heart, as if someone had intentionally clenched her chest tightly. Her fingers were shaken by the severe pain and she subconsciously let go, and the oily paper bag in her arms followed closely. He sank down to the ground.

A fast-moving black shadow flashed in the wind, and Yin Qiu was shocked, but the sudden pain disappeared when the black shadow passed by her, like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no trace in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Yin Qiu hastily breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly looked back.

The crowd was still surging, and the laughter of all kinds was still rising and falling around, but there was no shadow anywhere.

It seemed that the black shadow that flashed past just now was just an illusion for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Everything happened so fast that even Man Jiangxue didn't notice anything unusual, she just felt that Yin Qiu stopped walking.

Hearing Man Jiangxue's voice in the back of his head, Yin Qiu tried his best to calm himself down, and smiled a seemingly normal way: "...it's nothing, I was hit by someone," she said, leaning over and throwing herself on the ground. Picked up the oil-paper bag, and took the initiative to hold Man Jiangxue's hand, "It's okay, let's go, uncle."

The two left from the tea shop, and the wooden window on the second floor of the opposite restaurant opened, and a beautiful woman with a smile like a flower was sitting inside.

"Today's play is not bad, it's beautiful," Nangong Min gently turned the teacup in his hand, "It's just that your wishful thinking has come to nothing, and I feel a little regretful."

Qin Zheng lowered his head and stood by the table silently.

"Hufa Wen is an interesting person. If you kill her, what am I going to do for fun in the future?" Nangong Min got up, and the hand that was holding the teacup just now grabbed Qin Zheng's face. She smiled a little hard danger of speaking.

"I don't mind cannibalism, I just mind that the ridiculous trash who even cannibalism is ridiculous in front of me thinks it's smart." Nangong Min's hand seemed to be useless at all, but Qin Zheng's face turned a strange red from being pinched , "Who are you? Tell me."

There was a lot of noise in the restaurant, and those voices were kept out of the private room, but Qin Zheng still had a kind of humiliation of being watched by countless people.

She met Nangong Min's smiling gaze, and squeezed out her voice with great difficulty from between her teeth: "Master...forgive me..."

"Either you really kill Wen Hufa," Nangong Min said, "or you just play it safe, understand?"

Tiny drops of blood spread from his lips, Qin Zheng bit the tip of his tongue, and a faint trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

She looked extremely embarrassed.

"Subordinate...understand..."