Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

Man Jiangxue asked dumbfoundedly, "Why are you blushing?"

It's okay if she doesn't ask, but this question made Yin Qiu's ears turn red. Yin Qiu didn't dare to look at her anymore, and said softly, "I didn't mean it..."

"It's harmless, and I don't blame you," Man Jiangxue said, "You are also a girl, so there is nothing to be ashamed of."

Rao said so, but Yin Qiu was still at a loss for what to do with embarrassment, and hurriedly changed the subject: "I, I will help you wash your hair..."

Man Jiangxue just smiled and said nothing, remembering that Yin Qiu was about to turn 11 years old, she said again: "In two years, you will grow up too. When a girl reaches a certain age, many changes will take place in her body. Don't worry about it when the time comes." Don’t worry, remember to ask me about everything.”

Yin Qiu didn't quite understand, and asked, "What's changed?"

"For example here," Man Jiangxue tapped Yin Qiu's chest, "If one day it starts to swell and hurts badly, then it's not sick, understand?"

Yin Qiu's face was still hot, and he looked dazed: "It's not that I'm sick... what is that?"

Looking at her ignorant and clear eyes, Man Jiangxue was at a loss for words for a while, and after a pause, she said euphemistically: "I will become like an adult."

Yin Qiu began to think about what an adult should be like, and she naturally thought of the picture of Man Jiangxue's nakedness, and there was a "buzz" in her mind, and she immediately understood.

"Oh..." Yin Qiu said in a muffled voice.

Having said all this, Man Jiangxue didn't want to stop, and said again: "In addition to this, there is also Guishui. Do you know what Guishui is?"

Yin Qiu shook his head and followed Man Jiangxue to read: "Guishui?"

Man Jiangxue moved her lips, but she didn't organize her words well. She has never been a mother herself, and she has never raised young children. She has no experience in teaching these things. If she is asked to tell this to an inexperienced child, It was really embarrassing for her.

"Forget it," Man Jiangxue said, "You're still early, let's talk about it later."

Seeing her stop there, Yin Qiu didn't intend to ask further, but just silently wrote down the word "Guishui" in his heart.

After bathing, the two of them wiped off the water stains, put on their clothes, and went back to the room together.

The bed in the disciple's courtyard is not too big, but Yin Qiu sleeps alone, it is more spacious, and Man Jiangxue is just right, there is a heavy bell outside the room, and it is the time of Hai, Man Jiangxue turns off the lights, and hugs Yin Qiu Lying down, Yin Qiu was held in her arms, feeling infinitely peaceful in his heart, and slept exceptionally well.

The next morning, the bell rang again, and when Yin Qiu opened his eyes, Man Jiangxue had already left.

Yin Qiu was in a good mood, and felt that the fatigue of the past few days was swept away. She cleaned up neatly, took her homework and rushed to the dining hall, and went to the classroom step by step after breakfast to start studying.

·

"Do you know what Guishui is?" Yin Qiu met Fu Xiang in the afternoon, instead of going back to his room to rest, he squatted in the yard to play with the snow.

"Guishui?" Fu Xiang was holding a dead branch in his hand, writing and drawing on the snow, and said in surprise, "Did you come to Guishui?"

Yin Qiu waved his hand: "I just want to know what Guishui is."

Fu Xiang hesitated for a while, then looked up at the sky: "Guishui... Guishui is..."

Yin Qiu threw a lump of snow on her and urged: "If you know it, tell me quickly, don't stutter."

"What should I say?" Fu Xiang was also stumped.

"Is there anything you can't say?" Yin Qiu became more and more curious, "Could it be some serious illness?"

"Who mentioned this to you?" Fu Xiang was a little speechless, "Let me think about it, how should I explain it to you."

Fu Xiang was taken care of by a nanny since she was a child. She had heard about the girl's family from her nanny a long time ago. Yin Qiu has no father and no mother. Serious, but it's a bit hard to ask her a big girl with yellow flowers to talk about Guishui in broad daylight.

"Guishui!" Fu Xiang threw away the dead branch, looked at Yin Qiu seriously and said, "Guishui is what can give birth to children!"

Yin Qiu didn't expect it: "Huh? Is...you can have a baby after drinking Guishui?"

Fu Xiang's throat tightened, and she immediately coughed violently due to choking on the saliva. Seeing Yin Qiu's bewildered and ignorant face, she turned to covering her stomach again, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Drinking Guishui can give birth to a child..." Fu Xiang laughed so hard that his stomach cramped from laughing, "My dear, you can't drink that Guishui! My mother!"

"I'm asking you because I don't understand!" Yin Qiu rushed over to scratch her, "If you laugh at me again, I'll get angry!"

Fu Xiang couldn't help her, so he laughed for a while before panting and said, "What an idiot! Come on, let me tell you."

Yin Qiu leaned his head towards her, and Fu Xiang whispered a few words in her ear. Yin Qiu was stunned and frowned: "Bleeding? You mean..."

"I don't understand much, and I haven't seen Guishui before," Fu Xiang said, "I heard it from my nanny. She said that if a girl comes to Guishui, she can get married and have children."

"But you said it would last for several days," Yin Qiu was shocked. "With so much blood, wouldn't anyone die?"

Fu Xiang was quiet for a while, scratched his head and said, "Probably not... Oh, I've never been here before, I don't know!"

Knowing what is going on with "Guishui", Yin Qiu couldn't help but tremble with fear: "Uncle Master said that girls will come to Guishui when they grow up... so it is such a terrible thing."

"What's so scary," Fu Xiang didn't notice anything, and raised his eyelids after saying this, "Hey, you said Master...have you met Master Man?"

Yin Qiu couldn't hide the joy in his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I've seen it."

Fu Xiang squeezed a snowball, threw it up and caught it in the air, and said with a smile, "No wonder you look in a good mood today, I mean."

Yin Qiu pursed his lips and said, "Uncle Master was not in the palace a few days ago, she came to see me as soon as she came back."

Fu Xiang followed her with a smile, then curled his lips deliberately: "Don't show off to me," he added at the end, "Then you asked her if she did, why on earth did the palace spread rumors about your serious illness?"

Yin Qiu replied, "I've asked, and my uncle said it was to lure my mother to show up."

"Aren't your parents gone?"

"My father is gone, but it is not clear whether my mother is alive or dead."

Fu Xiang looked surprised, glanced at Yin Qiu and said, "So your mother is Shen Mandong, the former big disciple of Yunhua Palace?"

Yin Qiu was taken aback, and asked in surprise, "How do you know my mother's name?"

Fu Xiang casually played with the snowball and said, "It's very simple. You told me before that your mother and Uncle Man are brothers and sisters of the same school. When I was young, I heard from my nanny that Ruyimen was destroyed by Ziwei sect. I have also heard the names of Shen Mandong and Yin Xuan, and your surname is Yin, and there is only one disciple in Yunhua Palace, Shen Mandong, whose life and death are unknown, so it is not difficult to guess if you compare it before and after."

"You're so smart," Yin Qiu said, slapping the snow off his hands, "but I always feel that my mother should be gone."

Fu Xiang paused, and looked at Yin Qiu with more inquiring eyes: "Why do you think so?"

"If she is still alive, why didn't she come to find me for ten years?" Yin Qiu said, "Even my uncle found me. I heard that my mother's kung fu is better than my uncle. How could she not find me?" To me?"

The sentence "Maybe she doesn't want to find you" almost blurted out, Fu Xiang stopped the conversation in time, and changed his words: "Whether I find you or not has nothing to do with whether you are good at martial arts. It depends on chance. Maybe your mother will find you no matter what." If it’s not for you, then who can say for sure?”

Yin Qiu said, "It seems to be the same."

"Did Uncle Man say what they were looking for your mother for?" Fu Xiang asked.

"This..." Yin Qiu thought for a while, "I didn't say it, but she is my mother, so I don't need any reason to find her?"

"That's true," Fu Xiang threw a snowball and stood up, "Why is the front yard so noisy? Let's go and have a look."

·

Amidst the loud commotion, the gate of the courtyard was crowded with people, and there were also many disciples standing in the courtyard under the corridor. It was rare to be a little lively today.

When the two came to the front yard, Yin Qiu looked around on tiptoe, and found a long table at the door, on which there were a lot of things like boxes and baggage, and the two female disciples were calling out according to the list in their hands. Name, whoever is called can go to get the things.

"Is the palace going to send us something?" Yin Qiu kept looking around.

"Wait, I'll ask." After Fu Xiang finished speaking, he plunged into the crowd.

Soon, Fu Xiang came back again, and said to Yin Qiu, "It's none of our business, and those things don't belong to us."

It turns out that in Yunhua Palace, disciples can receive items from their families one day a month, transport them back from the mountain, store them in a unified manner, and then distribute them one by one.

Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang have no parents to take care of them, so naturally no one will give them anything to eat.

But it wasn't just the two of them watching. There were also many disciples in the courtyard standing aside with envy on their faces. The disciples who got the things were all smiling and gathered together to exchange and see what the other party had received.

"I thought we could have it too," Fu Xiang leaned against the pillar of the porch, "Don't look, go back to the room as soon as possible to rest, and have martial arts classes in the afternoon."

Hearing the sense of disappointment in her words, Yin Qiu suddenly remembered something, took Fu Xiang's hand and said, "Come with me."

Fu Xiang didn't know why, so he was dragged back to the room by Yin Qiu. Seeing Yin Qiu rummaging in the cabinet, he asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Look for this," Yin Qiu took out a greased paper bag, "I'll share half with you."

Seeing the food in the bag, Fu Xiang's eyes lit up and said, "Where did it come from?"

Yin Qiu found a handkerchief and wrapped half of it for Fu Xiang, handed it to her and said, "Master uncle brought it to me yesterday, we each have half."

Fu Xiang accepted it happily, and said, "Thank you." She pinched a sugar ball and stuffed it into her mouth, and said, "It seems that Master Man is really kind to you, she must know that today the mountain will send something up , I was afraid that you would be envious if you saw that other people have family members who care about them, so I brought you these foods, so considerate."

Originally, Yin Qiu hadn't thought of this aspect, but after Fu Xiang said this, he felt a little moved in his heart, and said with a smile, "Is that so? Uncle Shi is a very nice person."

"Then I'll give you this." Fu Xiang put the wrapped handkerchief into his bosom, and took out another money bag.

When Yin Qiu saw the money bag, joy floated on his face: "Give it to me... really?"

Fu Xiang said: "I don't need the left and right. Since you like Uncle Man so much, I might as well give it to you."

Yin Qiu took the money bag carefully, looked left and right, and liked it more and more, smiled and said: "Then I will not be polite."

·

When Man Jiangxue arrived at Mingguang Hall, Xie Yijun had just gotten up.

Charcoal was burning in the sleeping hall, and he didn't feel cold at all. With his long hair loose and a crimson purple robe wrapped around his body, Xie Yijun said, "You're here?"

Man Jiangxue picked a chair and sat down, Ye Zhilan immediately went in and offered her a cup of hot tea, Man Jiangxue said: "I found out, Nangong Min wanted to find the long-lost holy sword of the Ziwei Cult."

"Holy Sword?" Xie Yijun frowned slightly, his eyes flickered, "What's the matter with Mandong?"

Man Jiangxue said: "It is said that after the Ruyimen Incident, the holy sword disappeared from the Ziwei Sect. Nangong Min suspects that it was stolen by Yin Xuan."

"So she thinks that the holy sword is in Man Dong's hands?" Xie Yijun had an epiphany, "No wonder the Ziwei Church suddenly mobilized people to search for Yin Qiu. It was for this reason."

Man Jiangxue nodded and said, "They are just like us, they all want to lure Senior Sister out."

Xie Yijun paced back and forth in the hall, thought for a while, and said sideways: "How can she be sure that the holy sword is in Mandong's hands? Even if the sword was stolen by Yin Xuan, why would he hand it over to Mandong?"

Although Shen Mandong and Yin Xuan are married, it is just a scam. Even if Yin Xuan has hidden evil intentions, he should hand over the sacred relics of the religion to others. What is the reason for giving it to Shen Mandong?

Man Jiangxue said: "I don't know."

Xie Yijun thought about it: "It is said that the holy sword cuts iron like mud and is a first-class magic weapon. Back then, the founder of the Ziwei sect also used that sword to defeat the heroes of the world and gained fame. This is how the Ziwei sect developed to the present At this point, the holy sword has been stolen, Nangong Min is naturally very anxious, this matter is no small matter, we need to think of a countermeasure, if the holy sword is really in Man Dong's hands, we must not ask the Ziwei sect to find her first."

Man Jiangxue looked at her and said, "What do you think?"

"These days have passed, and there is still no news from Man Dong," Xie Yijun said, "For the time being, let's treat her as dead, but we can use the holy sword to add chaos to the Ziwei sect."

"What do you want to do?" Man Jiangxue asked.

"Didn't Nangong Min want to find the holy sword?" Xie Yijun smiled slightly, "Then let's give her a holy sword."

Man Jiangxue twirled the dagger and said in a deep voice, "She won't be easily fooled."

"So we have to be true," Xie Yijun said, "Find someone to pretend to be Mandong, and then spread the false news that the holy sword has been obtained by Yunhua Palace. No matter how cautious Nangongmin is, he will not be able to restrain himself from finding out the truth. As for Wen Chaoyu, there is no guarantee that she won't put in any eyeliner in the next ten years, even if she can't shake the Ziwei sect a bit, she can use this to find out if there are any undercover agents in the palace, and it will be a good thing."

When searching for Yin Qiu's traces before, Yunhua Palace was clearly one step ahead, but Ziwei Sect was able to beat Man Jiangxue to the Su family in Jiangducheng to find someone. It was clear that someone in the palace should report to Nangong Min, and this person was buried. It is deep, and there is no trace left. If it is not eliminated, it will be a hidden danger for a day.

Man Jiangxue said: "Do you have a good candidate?"

Xie Yijun glanced at her with a smile, and said slowly: "Do you still need to ask? You were brought out by Mandong, you two have been somewhat alike since you came, and besides you, no one else in Yunhua Palace knows everything about Mandong better. Of course only you can do it."

The disciples outside the door had already left at some point, only Ye Zhilan was still standing outside, Xie Yijun looked at Ye Zhilan, and said in a low voice: "Only you and I know about this, if something goes wrong on the way, I can follow the clues to investigate, and with the lessons learned by Wen Chaoyu, even my beloved apprentice, I am somewhat wary, and I can't rest assured that I will leave it to others."

The two discussed this matter for a while, and Man Jiangxue pushed the door away. Hearing the movement, Ye Zhilan turned around and said to Man Jiangxue, "Uncle, should I go back to Jingyue Peak, or go to the Disciple Academy?"

Man Jiangxue played with the dagger, the thin blade reflected Ye Zhilan's plain face, Man Jiangxue stepped down the steps and said, "Find a few trusted disciples, make preparations, and go to Jincheng to pick someone up in two days."

Ye Zhilan asked: "Who are you picking up?"

Man Jiangxue said: "Shen Mandong."

Ye Zhilan was slightly taken aback: "Uncle Shen...is she really still alive?"

Man Jiangxue gave a "huh" and said: "Don't make any noise about it, don't let it leak, you must be careful along the way, keep a low profile, and don't tell the disciples who you are going to pick up, this matter is only you and me. Senior Sister Men knows, do you understand?"

Ye Zhilan hurriedly took orders: "Disciple understands."