Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

There was a little snow on the window, and the frosty fragrance was mixed with the smell of cold plums. Yin Qiu reached out to touch some of the snow, and when his wife turned his back, he secretly covered his sore eyelids with his fingertips.

The icy cold touch relieved some discomfort, but the snow melted quickly, and the unbearable sourness quickly returned. Yin Qiu's eyelids were hot, and even her brain was also a little hot. She listened to the master in a daze. The voice, the hand holding the pen was a little hard.

There are many classrooms in the school. Yin Qiu's place is full of students who started school late like her and can't read a few words. After learning the skills of Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang, he found that Fu Xiang had read some books, so he sent her to another classroom to study.

The classmates here came earlier than Yin Qiu, and they were already familiar with them. After school, they all went to the dining hall to eat in groups. , a person walks at the end.

"Yin Qiu!" Fu Xiang stood in the corridor outside the dining hall, beckoning to Yin Qiu.

"Here we come." Yin Qiu responded and ran over.

"It's so cold," the two met, and Fu Xiang took Yin Qiu's hand and asked, "How are you doing?"

"It's okay," Yin Qiu said, "How about you?"

Fu Xiang smiled: "I have learned it before, there is no big problem, if you don't understand anything, remember to ask me, I will teach you!"

Yin Qiu smiled back at her, and the two lined up to receive the meal, and sat down at a table by the window. During the dinner, people kept coming to say hello to Fu Xiang, and Fu Xiang also took the opportunity to introduce Yin Qiu to them. Coming and going, the whole dining hall seemed to be the busiest place for them.

"You have made a lot of new friends." Yin Qiu said enviously.

"I've come here, so naturally I have to get along with my classmates, right?" Fu Xiang picked up a few chopsticks meat for Yin Qiu, and said, "Why are your eyes so swollen? Didn't you sleep well?"

Yin Qiu lowered his head and said, "Well, I didn't sleep well."

"It's the same for me," Fu Xiang said, "I think the bed is very good. I used to sleep on soft couches at home, but the beds here are all hard. It's killing me."

Although Fu Xiang was sent to other places by Fu Cen since she was a child, she has always been a rich and well-clothed eldest lady. The cost of food and clothing is unmatched by poor people. Yin Qiu is used to living a hard life, and having a bed to sleep in is very important to her. It's good enough for her, and of course she won't feel uncomfortable in daily life.

"Don't you miss your family?" Yin Qiu asked.

"They're all dead, it's useless to think about it." Fu Xiang acted casually.

"Then where did you live before?" Yin Qiu asked again.

"It's a county far away," Fu Xiang said. "There was a flood one night, and the whole village was submerged overnight. It was my fate. I was not in the village that night, and I followed it the first day." The nanny went to the county seat, but later the government stopped her from going back, and the nanny and I also got separated, and then I remembered that I still have a biological father in Jinhuai City, so I came back with food all the way."

She spoke plainly, as if she was telling the experience of others, but Yin Qiu could empathize with her and said, "You must have suffered a lot along the way, right?"

Fu Xiang took a sip of the soup, and said vaguely: "It's okay, I was never spoiled, and I got used to it in a few days, that is, when I was separated from the nanny, I cried once, and then I didn't cry pass."

There is a one-hour break at noon. After dinner, most of the disciples will go back to their rooms to take a nap. Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang didn’t sleep well last night, so they also went back to their rooms to refresh their spirits. The disciples in the courtyard woke up and followed to the training ground.

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Studying is not in the same place, but practicing martial arts is in the same place. Fu Xiang and Yin Qiu stood side by side in the crowd, following the brothers and sisters in front of them to learn to warm up and perform horse stances.

They don't have the slightest foundation yet, so getting started starts with physical training. The first class is a whole hour of horse stance. During this period, many disciples couldn't hold on. Come over and take a whip one by one, if you can't bear it, you can only grit your teeth and endure it.

Fortunately, the snow has stopped today, and the wind is not too strong, but at first glance, the new disciples in the entire martial arts training ground are sweating profusely, their backs are soaked, and they all look like they have just been fished out of the water. , his face was pale and his expression was painful, but he was afraid of being whipped and dared not move.

After a while, the bell rang, and the disciples who were first in the field rushed out in a swarm, staring at the new disciples and laughing loudly.

"It's like watching a monkey, what's so funny." Fu Xiang gritted his teeth and muttered.

Yin Qiu's legs were trembling, and he couldn't see anything in front of his eyes, only a patch of white light.

"Are you okay?" Fu Xiang squinted his eyes at Yin Qiu, caring in a low voice.

"It's okay..." Yin Qiu's voice came out almost from between his teeth.

"If it's not possible, don't hold on," Fu Xiang said, "May I help you talk to my senior sister?"

"Don't!" Yin Qiu forcibly cheered up, "You will be beaten."

Fu Xiang stopped talking, and she was not much better. Talking more would only waste energy in vain.

At the entrance at the rear, Man Jiangxue and Xie Yijun stood quietly, and their eyes fell on Yin Qiu.

"It seems that the concentration is not bad," Xie Yijun said while holding the Buddhist beads, "these two performed the best among the new disciples in the first practice."

"Yin Qiu's body is weak," Man Jiangxue said, "Fu Xiang's foundation is better."

"Diligence can make up for one's weakness. It's really good to know that hard work is the best way to go." Xie Yijun said.

The two stood there watching for a while, Xie Yijun left first, Man Jiangxue chose a hidden place, and continued to watch secretly.

"People who practice martial arts are most taboo to be weak and weak," said the instructor, who walked in front with a whip.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a "dong", and a female disciple fell to the ground and passed out.

"Drag it on, drag it back when you wake up and continue practicing!"

Unexpectedly, practicing martial arts is such a hard thing. Yin Qiu used to be quite admiring and envious of the stories of the heroes of the rivers and lakes. After seeing Man Jiangxue's skills, she was also very yearning, but she never thought about the behind the high-strength martial arts. What a hardship and pain.

At this moment, Yin Qiucai suddenly understood that practicing martial arts is so difficult, but unknown is difficult at the beginning, how can it be sweeter in the future?Yin Qiu took a look at the unconscious female disciple, and didn't dare to relax even more. He concentrated on the horse gait, and his whole body was tense.

After one hour was over, the instructor brandished her whip again, like driving donkeys, telling everyone to start running on the field.

Just after finishing the horse stance, there was no time to rest. It was not easy to stand on two legs, and it was fatal to run. For a while, the whip sounded one after another, and most of the disciples were beaten a few times. The pain was so hot that I was not allowed to cry out.

"Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth, the breath should not be chaotic, it needs to be even and measured, sink the breath into the dantian, look forward, and straighten the back!"

Hearing the sound of whips ringing around, Yin Qiusheng was afraid that she would also be beaten, but she had just suffered a serious illness and her vitality had not yet recovered. Qiu staggered around a few laps, panting heavily, his throat felt like it was on fire, his ankle tilted in dizziness, and he fell down.

"Get up!" Fu Xiang hurriedly gave Yin Qiu a hand.

Seeing the senior sister holding the whip approaching in his eyes, Yin Qiu snorted, got up hastily, and ran forward with all his might, but within a few steps, he heard Fu Xiang screaming behind him.

Yin Qiu turned around in surprise, saw the senior sister lashing Fu Xiang with a whip again, and said harshly: "You have the strength to pull her, but you can't get up by yourself, don't be lazy!"

Fu Xiang was beaten, but with a smile on his face, he said loudly, "I'm running! Two whips cheered me up, thank you, senior sister!"

After she finished speaking, she speeded up to catch up with Yin Qiu, grinned at Yin Qiu, the two looked at each other, and started running again.

I don't know how long it took before the senior sister sent a message to tell everyone to stop, and the disciples, as if they had been pardoned, lay down on the ground crying, groaning.

The female disciple who was in a coma before had woken up, and now she was brought back again. She fell to running, and the senior sister told her to make up for it. When the disciples rested, she walked around the martial arts field alone, desperate run.

"It's too much suffering," Fu Xiang lay sprawled in the snow, out of breath, "I thought I'd just pass out, but I didn't expect to come back when I woke up. Sure enough, kung fu is hard to learn. .”

Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang fell head to head, looking at the lonely female disciple running, she couldn't help but recall the scene of Man Jiangxue practicing sword in the courtyard in the ruined temple where she lived after leaving Yao Dingcheng.

Yin Qiu remembered Man Jiangxue's figure rising from the sky, her complicated and beautiful moves, her black hair and snow-white skirt, which drew graceful arcs in the air, and her sword, Slender and straight, with a dazzling cold glow, like an extremely gorgeous star in the dark night, lighting up the whole world in a low-key but powerful way.

Did the uncle also practice like this?Yin Qiu thought to himself, how many years would it take to be like his uncle?

The gray sky is no longer snowing, but as far as the eye can see, there are still patches of blindingly white snow. Yin Qiu unconsciously wandered his eyes, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a snow-like skirt floating in an inconspicuous corner.

Yin Qiu was stunned for a moment, but when he looked closely, he couldn't see the shadow of the corner of the skirt again.

All afternoon, the new disciples repeated running and piercing horse posts. Many young girls couldn't bear this kind of training, and were so tired that they cried for their father and mother. It wasn't until half past one after class that everyone went back to their room crying , I didn't even have the energy to eat, so I met Duke Zhou.

In comparison, Fu Xiang is indeed the most outstanding of this group of new disciples. She is more energetic than others. She not only dragged Yin Qiu to eat, but also dragged Yin Qiu to the soup room for a bath after eating. After taking a bath, I plan to wash the clothes I wore today.

Yin Qiu really didn't have the energy to wash clothes, so she went back to her room to sleep first, and she didn't have time to miss Man Jiangxue, she slept until dawn, and didn't have any nightmares at night.

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For several days after that, Yin Qiu lived a repetitive and boring life, studying and practicing martial arts, eating and sleeping on time, sleeping every day when he was so tired that he touched the pillow, and didn't have the heart to think about anything else. During this period, Man Jiangxue also kept Never came to see her.

At first, Yin Qiu still took time to think about Man Jiangxue, hoping that Man Jiangxue would come to see her one day, but Yin Qiu also understood that this is Yunhua Palace, not outside, and Man Jiangxue is one of the high-ranking peaks. The master is also the uncle who is loved by the disciples. She must be busy with a lot of things, and it is reasonable that she can't take care of Yin Qiu.

Compared with practicing martial arts, it is much easier to learn Chinese and hyphenated characters. Although Yin Qiu was late in enlightenment, she studied very seriously, and her master was also very patient. In addition, Fu Xiang gave her small lessons. After reading a lot of words, even the master praised Yin Qiu for being self-motivated and a young man who is good at studying.

This day after school, Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang went to the dining hall to eat together as usual. Since the two went back to the room first to wash their faces, there was already a long queue when they arrived at the dining hall, and Fu Xiang didn't want to stand , I proposed to sit down and rest for a while, and then go to pick up the meal when there are fewer people.

After several days of kung fu practice, the new disciples are all weather-beaten and vicissitudes. They all have to support their waists when they walk, and move slowly step by step, as if they have been stretched for several days. Yes, the pace is like that of an old man in his seventies, which caused many old disciples to burst into laughter.

However, Yin Qiu keenly noticed that the atmosphere in the dining hall was a little different today. The old disciples no longer laughed at the new disciples, but looked at Yin Qiu with different expressions as if there was nothing, mixed with various expressions. Less inaudible whispers.

Fu Xiang obviously noticed it too, and whispered to Yin Qiu calmly, "Why are they all staring at you?"

Yin Qiu also felt strange, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Fu Xiang raised an eyebrow: "Did you provoke them?"

Yin Qiu scanned all those people and said, "I don't even know them..."

Fu Xiang crossed her legs, this sitting posture was actually very indecent for a girl, but she showed a youthful unrestrained and chic look, looking back at those old disciples and said: "Then why do they keep looking at you?" After a pause, he said, "You look pretty?"

Yin Qiu still shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, just watch it." Fu Xiang jumped up from the stool, "Sit still, I'll go cook."

Except for the first day, in the past few days, Fu Xiang has served Yin Qiu almost all the meals. Yin Qiu couldn't resist her, so he waited quietly at the table. Unexpectedly, as soon as Fu Xiang left, he saw several disciples coming over , looked at Yin Qiu and said: "You are Yin Qiu brought back by Master Uncle Man, right? Uncle Shen's daughter?"

The hall was mixed with the voices of the disciples, and it was a bit noisy. Yin Qiu first glanced at Fu Xiang's back, and then replied: "I am."

The questioning disciple looked suspicious, and then said: "No, I heard that you are dying of illness, but why can't you see where you are ill?"

Yin Qiu was at a loss when he heard this, and said in a daze, "What's so sick that you're dying..."

The disciples looked at each other, and they all seemed a little puzzled. Finally, the disciple who asked the question said, "The news has spread that your life is dying, and many famous doctors from outside have come to the palace to treat you." Sickness, you don’t even know it yourself?”

Yin Qiu was more puzzled than them, and said in silence for a moment, "I don't know..."

"That is how the matter?"

"Could it be a mistake?"

"But if the headmaster personally sends it, how can there be any mistakes?"

While the few disciples were chatting, many other disciples were attracted to watch. They didn't know what was going on, but they all crowded over to join in the fun. For a while, Yin Qiu's table was full of people, surrounding her In the center, the battle is getting louder and louder.

After a while, Fu Xiang's voice was heard outside the crowd: "Hey! Brothers and sisters, make way!"

All the disciples stepped aside one after another, and Fu Xiang squeezed towards Yin Qiu with two meals, and said with a smile: "There are still many vacant seats next to us. Our table is a bit small and can only seat two people." , Excuse me, brothers and sisters, to go elsewhere? Or let it be done to you!"

Fu Xiang had already become acquainted in the disciples' courtyard, and most of the people already recognized her. The disciples smiled and talked to Fu Xiang for a few words, and then they all dispersed, and the previous disciples also left for dinner immediately. Church to go.

"What did you say?" Fu Xiang hurriedly asked after the person left, "When I turned around, I saw you surrounded by them. I thought you were going to be bullied!"

Yin Qiu looked at her in bewilderment, and said, "They said... I'm dying..."