Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

Wen Chaoyu crossed Erlang's legs and leaned on a grand teacher's chair.

Beside her is a pot of vigorous charcoal fire, on which tea is brewed and some oranges are roasted. In front of her is a small table with several pots of warm wine and side dishes. A young man in a long gown and a black robe.

The two sat facing each other, Wen Chaoyu was in a slack posture, while the young master was sitting upright, each was different.

The only thing in common is that both of them are pale and sickly.

"Drink?" Wen Zhaoyu poured out the wine and pushed a cup over.

"It's not advisable to drink while talking about business." The young man clenched his fist to his lips and coughed a few times.

"What are you afraid of," Wen Chaoyu said, "Drinking alcohol in moderation is good for your body."

"Drinking is a waste of time. If you drink yours, I will spare you." The young master still refused.

The wind and snow outside the pavilion were in full swing, and the lake was covered with thick ice. A few children were playing wildly on the ice, laughing and laughing for a long time. There were also many tourists enjoying the snow on both sides of the pavilion. lively.

Wen Zhaoyu was watching it interestingly, but saw a subordinate come forward and put down the bamboo curtain to block his view. Wen Zhaoyu was displeased: "What are you blocking?"

Holding the bamboo curtain, the subordinate hesitated, then heard the young master say: "Put it down, be careful in everything."

"Is the big hermit hidden in the city?" Wen Zhaoyu signaled the subordinate to retreat, "I specially picked this place, the scenery is good, and it is suitable for conversation."

The young master took a sip of tea and coughed violently again.

Wen Chaoyu smiled and said, "I'm really sorry, but Qi Shao was still sick and let you go this trip. I will punish myself with three cups to make amends."

The young master waved his hand: "The next trip to the mountain will not be easy. I came out at a risk. Don't gossip. I have to go back as soon as possible to avoid being discovered."

Wen Chaoyu sized him up, with novelty in his eyes: "There is no hurry, you and I have been undercover agents anyway, and it is fate to meet today, how about Qi Shao tell me, how did you get into Yunhua Palace?"

The young master frowned slightly: "If you want to know, ask the leader yourself, don't waste my time."

Wen Zhaoyu laughed: "Am I curious? After all, I never met you when I was still in Yunhua Palace, so I don't have much impression of you. I only played against you a few times after I returned to the church, so I want to know, are you Did you enter the palace with me, or after I left?"

The young master was a little impatient: "When I entered the palace, I hadn't joined the Ziwei sect yet."

"Is that the one who was bribed by the leader later?" Wen Chaoyu said, "It's ok, you don't like such a good place in Yunhua Palace, so why did you come to join us here?"

"I have my own purpose in entering Yunhua Palace," said the young master, "it will be beneficial to me and Nangong Sect Master to have Ziwei Sect's support, so why not do it?"

Although he answered reluctantly, obviously because he didn't want to bring up his own affairs, he still answered, and Wen Zhaoyu said, "Then tell me, how do you plan to send that child out?"

The little prince said: "I send people out?" He chuckled, "Then what are you doing?"

Wen Chaoyu said, "Should I give someone to the leader again?"

"That's a good idea," the young master sneered, "Do you think it's so easy to rob people under the eyes of Xie Yijun and Man Jiangxue?"

Wen Chaoyu said: "Then why can't I go to Yunhua Mountain in person? Who can I fool with this face?"

She had just finished speaking when she heard a "click", and there was a thin human|skin mask on the table.

Wen Chaoyu took a look, stretched out his hand to twist it, and said curiously: "Oh, I thought you were just a young man in Yunhua Palace, but I didn't expect to hire someone to make a mask for you?"

The little prince said: "I made this myself. Although the skill is not as good as that master of disguise in the palace, it is not a problem for you to use it."

Wen Zhaoyu was quite interested, looked at the mask over and over for a while, and then asked: "Then whose face is this?"

"An unlucky ghost," said the young master, "I also blame her for her indiscreet behavior. I heard that she had contradicted Man Jiangxue because of that child, and I just used her face to use it."

Wen Chaoyu put away the mask, and thought about it: "In a few days, it will be the New Year's Eve, when Shangyuan City will be heavily guarded inside and outside. Based on my understanding of Yunhua Palace, the mountain is much more relaxed than usual."

"That's right," the young master put down his teacup, stood up and said, "If you miss the New Year's Eve, there will be no other good opportunities for you. I can only help you here, and the rest is up to you."

After he said that, he pulled the black hat on the cloak to cover half of his face, and then walked towards the shore.

Wen Chaoyu looked at his back complacently, and said for no reason: "Don't wear men's clothes next time, you are more beautiful in women's clothes."

The young master didn't seem to hear these words, he didn't react at all, and hurriedly disappeared into the crowd.

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With a sound of "shua", Yin Qiu shook out his long sword and stabbed at the person in front of him.

Fu Xiang raised his sword to block it, and was shocked to take two steps back. Before she could stand still, the sword tip flashing with cold light struck her again. She had no time to guard against it, and she fell down with her ankle twisted.

"Come again!" Yin Qiu caught up in an instant.

"Did you eat Dali Tongxin Wan today?" Fu Xiang jumped up like a carp, and yelled while seeing the tricks, "It hurts me so much!"

Yin Qiu's brows were calm, and her little face was flushed red by the wind and snow, but she didn't feel the cold, and her aura became more and more fierce. Fu Xiang always had the upper hand in the confrontation with her, but today she had no advantage at all.

The martial arts training field is full of disciples fighting in pairs. They are all fighting fiercely. This is the first time that the instructor asked them to fight in groups. At first, the disciples were still fresh, but after a long fight, they became exhausted and exhausted. In addition, Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang were the strongest in the fight. After a lot of effort, all the disciples were forced to give way again and again, and they almost gave up the whole training ground.

"Stand around and watch what you are doing!" The teacher teacher came again with a whip, "Practice hard for me! Just like Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang!"

The fight between the two of them was so exciting that the disciples wanted to watch the excitement, and when they heard what Teacher Teacher said, they had no choice but to pick up an open space to fight again, but Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang took the place after two moves. All the disciples on the field fought and hid, only Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang acted like no one else, fighting like fire and water.

Being thrown to the ground by Yin Qiu again, Fu Xiang couldn't get up, lay on his back in the snow and said with a smile, "Take a break!"

Yin Qiu refused: "Why don't you rest, get up!"

Fu Xiang didn't want to move, and shouted: "You have made rapid progress in the past two days, and you are about to beat me, the champion, into a useless person, so don't come!"

Yin Qiu ignored her and stabbed Fu Xiang with the long sword in his hand. Fu Xiang was so entangled by her that he had no choice but to stand up and continue practicing with her.

When the martial arts class was over, the teacher teacher praised Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang specially, and told the disciples to get close to them. Yin Qiu hadn't beaten enough, so she said to Fu Xiang, "Let's come here to practice after dinner." .”

Fu Xiang kept complaining: "Please forgive me, I really have no strength."

"It's a lie," Yin Qiu said, "Your legs haven't even softened, I don't believe it."

Fu Xiang immediately fell to the ground: "It's soft...so soft as hell."

"Get up!" Yin Qiuyi reluctantly said, "You are obviously not tired, so don't lie to me."

"I really didn't lie to you," Fu Xiang cheated, "Learning Kung Fu is not a matter of a day or two, it's a step-by-step process, why are you in such a hurry?"

Yin Qiu said: "Days go by so fast. You will definitely have a competition with me at the New Disciples Conference next year. If you continue to be so lazy, I will sooner or later take over your title."

Fu Xiang didn't care, and said with a smile: "If you grab it, grab it, and I don't care about the new disciple meeting."

Yin Qiu said: "If you are the first in the conference, you will be able to worship under the head. If you want to go back to Mingyue Tower, how can you do it if you don't have any grades?"

She was right. Fu Xiang is always a descendant of Mingyue Tower. Fu Cen sent her here just to see if she has the ability to learn martial arts. If she stands out and is accepted by Xie Yijun as a closed disciple, Fu Cen will take her back to inherit the position of the young master of Mingyue Tower.

Yin Qiu wanted to use this to stimulate Fu Xiang's fighting spirit. She could see that Fu Xiang was talented, but she played around all day long, pretending to be in front of the teacher teacher, and she would be happy when the teacher teacher was not around. Hide and be lazy, how can this go on?

Yin Qiu also had good intentions, but Fu Xiang curled his lips after hearing this and said: "You are wrong, I don't want to go back." After she finished speaking, she paused and said, "I can't go back either."

Yin Qiu was puzzled: "Why can't you go back? I heard my uncle and sister Ye say that as long as you study well, your father will take you back."

Fu Xiang got up from the ground, patted the snow on his skirt, lowered his head and said, "My father is getting married soon, he won't miss me anymore."

Yin Qiu was taken aback: "Your father is getting married? Who said that?"

Fu Xiang took out a letter from his bosom and said, "He told me himself that the wedding date is set for the Shangyuan Festival in the next year."

Yin Qiu looked at the letter and frowned: "Even if your father is married, he won't leave you alone."

"You don't need to comfort me, I have a clear heart," Fu Xiang said, "My mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to me, and my father took a look at me and sent me away. He wanted to raise me well. Brother, I didn't expect my brother to die too, he couldn't find a suitable successor and thought of me again, you see, he has a new wife this time, and he has a big fat boy again, so what can I do?"

What she said was very flat, and her expression was very calm, but there was still a bit of depression in her eyes that could not be concealed.

Yin Qiu was about to persuade her a few words, but Fu Xiang said first: "I really don't want to practice, I will play with you tomorrow, I want to go back to sleep."

Since the acquaintance, Yin Qiu has never seen Fu Xiang so listless, so he said according to her: "Well, let's go to the dining hall to eat first?"

Fu Xiang said wearily: "Don't eat, you can eat."

After she finished speaking, she walked away slowly with her sword in hand.

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Yin Qiu originally wanted to catch up with her, but then thought that if Fu Xiang needed her company, this would not be the case, so he gave up the idea of ​​chasing Fu Xiang.

Since the good talk with Gongzi Fan, Yin Qiu has been working hard for the past two days. She puts all her energy into practicing swords at night, and takes martial arts lessons very seriously during the day. Although she has less time to sleep, she has a goal , I don’t feel too tired.

At this moment, there were no other people in the martial arts training ground, Yin Qiuwu walked towards the disciple's courtyard by himself, turned his head as if feeling something after walking a while, and saw Meng Jing carrying a small bench, following her from a distance.

Although Meng Jing couldn't practice martial arts, he still insisted on coming here every day to watch his disciples practice swords. After that day in Cangshu Pavilion, Meng Jing stopped making trouble when he met Yin Qiu. Meng Jing still didn't take the initiative to talk to Yin Qiu, and Yin Qiu also consciously didn't talk to him. The two of them sorted out some rifts and became less difficult to get along with.

Yin Qiu looked at Meng Jing, thinking whether to slow down and wait for him, but Meng Jing met her gaze, but seemed very uncomfortable, and ran across another road with a small bench.

Recalling what Meng Jing said that day, Yin Qiu's chest twitched, and thinking that he hadn't seen Man Jiangxue since returning from Liucang Mountain, and he missed her a little, so Yin Qiu asked the patrolling disciples where Ye Zhilan was and if they could meet each other. Afterwards, Yin Qiu asked: "Senior sister Ye, I want to see my uncle, can you send her a message for me?"

Ye Zhilan had heard about Yin Qiu's performance in the disciple's academy, and she liked this little junior sister in her heart. In fact, according to the rules, new disciples cannot easily go to other places in the palace, but Ye Zhilan still agreed: "The uncle will go later. The Medical Pavilion has a look at Senior Sister Lu, you can go there with me, and I just want to say hello to Senior Sister Lu."

Yin Qiu responded with "OK", then murmured for a moment and said, "Then senior sister, can I bring another person there?"

Ye Zhilan looked at her and said, "You want to take Meng Jing with you?"

Yin Qiu nodded, observed Ye Zhilan's expression and said, "I can see my uncle if I want to, but Meng Jing can't see Senior Sister Lu if I want to..."

Ye Zhilan was slightly surprised: "He attacked you several times, and you still think about him?"

Yin Qiu scratched his head: "We...have reconciled..."

Ye Zhilan smiled: "Actually, no one prevents him from seeing him. It's because he goes at the wrong time every time. Now that Huaiwei wakes up, he doesn't see him." She patted Yin Qiu's head, "You go with me first. Then, I will ask other disciples to call him."

Yin Qiu obediently agreed.

The two arrived at the Medical Pavilion, Man Jiangxue hadn't come yet, Yin Qiu followed Ye Zhilan into the room, but saw that the couch was empty, Lu Huaiwei was nowhere to be seen.

"Is Senior Sister Lu not here?" Yin Qiu looked around.

Ye Zhilan was also confused, and called a disciple to come in for questioning. The disciple was stunned, slapped his forehead and said, "No! Senior Sister Lu went out in the afternoon, saying that she hadn't bathed in the past few days and was going to the soup. Wash the room, if you haven't come back at this time, I'm afraid something happened!"

When Ye Zhilan heard this, she couldn't help but lower her face: "What do you guys eat!"

The disciple was terrified and said guiltily: "There are too many things to do in the medical pavilion, I forgot to go... Disciple, I will go to the soup room to have a look!"

Lu Huaiwei was so hurt that no one followed her. It was dark and no one noticed that she hadn't come back. Ye Zhilan has always been calm, so she couldn't help scolding this disciple at this moment. They rushed to the soup room to check However, Lu Huaiwei was found unconscious on the ground with her eyes closed, without even a piece of clothing on her body.

"Bring Huai Wei back quickly," Ye Zhilan said in a bad tone, "If she makes a mistake, if I don't need to come, the master will punish you severely!"

The disciples didn't dare to make a sound, they hurriedly dressed Lu Huaiwei, and carried her back together.

All of a sudden, the medical hall was busy again, Ye Zhilan frowned deeply, her expression was not good, Yin Qiu saw people coming and going here, fearing that she would get in the way, so she retreated to the hall and waited quietly, after a while, the hall Hurried footsteps sounded outside, Yin Qiu cast his gaze, and saw Meng Jing running in in a panic, and froze in place when seeing Yin Qiu.

"Senior Sister Lu is inside." Yin Qiu stood up and pointed inside.

Meng Jing glanced at her with a complicated expression, and moved her lips as if she wanted to speak, but she didn't hold back for a long time. Yin Qiu knew that it must be difficult for him to thank her, so she said again: "Don't be dumbfounded." , go in quickly."

Meng Jing looked at her again, then started to move, and when she walked to the inner door, she paused again, lowered her head and said "Thank you" as delicately as a mosquito's foot, then pushed aside the bead curtain and walked in .

Hearing those two words, Yin Qiu was so relieved, he pursed his lips and laughed.

Soon, Ye Zhilan also came out, and Meng Jing's cries were heard from inside.

"It's really not the right time for him to come back," Ye Zhilan sighed, "Forget it, let's all go out and let them take care of Huai Wei."

Hearing Meng Jing's voice, Yin Qiu sighed too, Ye Zhilan raised her chin at her, and the two of them withdrew and closed the door together.

"Master Uncle should be coming soon," Ye Zhilan said, "You wait here by yourself, I have to tell the head."

After sending Ye Zhilan away, Yin Qiu played in the snow alone in the yard. She couldn't stop laughing when she thought that she would see her uncle later. Jinpao hugged her from behind with both hands, and a familiar voice rang in her ears, saying, "Why don't you go in, what if you catch a cold?"

Yin Qiuxi turned her head overjoyed, and saw Man Jiangxue dressed in snow-white, with her skirt fluttering, smiling, looking at him with downcast eyes.

"Uncle!" Yin Qiu was overjoyed, and hugged Man Jiangxue impatiently, "I miss you so much!"

Man Jiangxue held Yin Qiu in her arms and said, "Why are you here? I plan to see you after seeing Huai Wei."

Yin Qiu looked up at her, eyes full of joy: "I miss you so much, so I begged Senior Sister Ye to bring me to you, she said you would come here."

Man Jiangxue touched Yin Qiu's face, wrapped her in a robe, and said, "Then why don't you wait inside?"

Yin Qiu said: "Meng Jing is accompanying Senior Sister Lu, I don't want to disturb you."

Man Jiangxue listened intently for a while, and when she heard Meng Jing still sobbing, she pulled Yin Qiu over and said, "Then I won't go in either, have you eaten yet?"

"No." Yin Qiu pressed his stomach, "Master uncle will eat with me."

"Okay," Man Jiangxue said, "Shall we go to Jingyue Peak?"

Yin Qiu was pleasantly surprised: "Is it possible?"

Man Jiangxue said: "Of course."

Yin Qiu cheered, opened his arms and said, "Then Master, will you carry me away? I'm tired today."

Man Jiangxue replied "OK" again, and hugged Yin Qiu with a smile.

Smelling the familiar fragrance from her body, Yin Qiu was very attached, and wrapped his arms around Man Jiangxue's neck and said, "We haven't seen each other for a few days after returning to the palace, does uncle miss me?"

Man Jiangxue looked at her, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "Guess."

Yin Qiu said: "I still have a little thought, don't I?"

Man Jiangxue jokingly said, "No confidence again?"

Yin Qiu hurriedly said: "I definitely want to!"

Man Jiangxue smiled lightly, lowered her head and touched Yin Qiu's forehead, and said, "I think about it."