Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

In March, the scenery in the mountains is beautiful, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the plum blossoms are also in full bloom. In spring, there is enough rain, and the vegetation in Yunhua Mountain is vigorously nourished. At a glance, there are lush forests everywhere, fragrant flowers, and flocks of birds hovering in the air. , making a sound of birdsong.

In the deep and dense forest, the mountain stream is flowing, shining with waves, countless pink and white peach petals swoop down from the stream, carrying scattered plum branches, like a green ribbon embedded with spiritual flowers and jade leaves, flowing continuously to the distance.

The wind suddenly picked up and blew away the residual leaves and flying flowers in the sky. In the wind, there were silver and white sword lights, like bright moonlight, reflected in the crystal-clear stream.

A swimming fish soared into the air, and when it landed, a splash of water was startled, and fine ripples swayed, disturbing the figures reflected in the water.

The pure white skirt flutters, raising elegant arcs in the spring breeze, the sword is shining, and the momentum is scorching. The figure practicing sword by the stream is light and dexterous, like a butterfly, more eye-catching than the peach blossoms all over the mountain , pretty.

Days and nights change, clouds and rains alternate, spring rains come and go, summer sun rises, the sun is hot, the blue sky is like washing, flowers bloom and fall, and the scenery changes as time goes by. Only the figure holding the sword is as usual, Never stop.

The peach fragrance goes and never returns, and the mountain is filled with rich cinnamon fragrance. The long sword is drawn across, disturbing a green forest and vegetation. With the departure of the sword tip, grains of osmanthus flutter down, paving the ground with golden yellow.

Yin Qiu took the sword away, turned his head slightly, and looked at the scattered sweet-scented osmanthus by the moonlight, with a little surprise in his smile, he said, "When will the sweet-scented osmanthus bloom?"

Late at night, with the bright moon hanging high, the moonlight was bright and clear. Young Master Fan was bathed in that cold radiance, his whole body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost. He leaned over and picked up a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in his palm, lowered his head and sniffed slightly, and replied: "It's already August, and the sweet-scented osmanthus should bloom naturally."

Yin Qiu watched his movements, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said subtly: "I have been practicing sword day and night for the past few months, but I didn't realize that time flies so fast..." She raised her head and looked at the moon in the sky , After knowing it, he said, "According to the calculation, it will be the New Disciples Conference in two days."

Gongzi Fan moved his eyes to look at her, and smiled gently: "You have made a lot of progress in the past few months, and you have also acquired good lightness skills. In my opinion, Miss Fu's family may not be able to win you."

Yin Qiu thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "If it's just a competition of swordsmanship in the palace, I won't be afraid of Fu Xiang, but if it's other skills, then I'm still far behind her."

Gongzi Fan said: "Although I don't know who her teacher is, and I don't know what her skills are, but the mentality of my Brahma Heart Valley is not for self-cultivation. You are just a few years behind her, not to mention your talent is obvious. Be higher than her, if you two start practicing martial arts at the same time, she will definitely not be your opponent."

If this was said in the past, Yin Qiu would not have listened to it with peace of mind, but now whenever she competes with Fu Xiang, Fu Xiang obviously struggles much more than in the past. In the several martial arts tests that came, Yin Qiu beat Fu Xiang and won the number one prize once or twice, and she could tell that Fu Xiang wasn't letting her in on purpose.

In a blink of an eye, it has been almost a year since entering the palace. Xu Lianzhi has already begun to teach Yunhua's heart method, ordering his disciples to practice both internally and externally, and Yin Qiu has learned the unique secret manual of Brahma Heart Valley from Young Master Fan early in the morning. It is an advantage, and it is much easier to learn Yunhua's mentality, and she is also very hardworking, so Fu Xiang can only work hard to learn and practice hard, as if she was as foolish as she used to be, and was dumped by Yin Qiu It will be a matter of time behind.

What's more, Yunhua's mentality is relatively gentle, and his sword moves also focus on using softness to overcome rigidity. On the contrary, Fanxingu's cheats are more lethal and more ruthless. Blending in one place made her stand out. Now, Yin Qiu has been able to unleash his sword intent to drive back birds and beasts, which Yunhua's mental method is currently unable to do.

The mountains and forests were quiet and the night was dark. Yin Qiu walked to the stream, washed his face with water, and said, "It's a pity that my goal has never been Fu Xiang. If I want to become a powerful person like my uncle, I must take a long-term view."

"It's a good thing that you have a goal to pursue," Gong Zifan threw away the residual flowers in his hand, and said slowly, "I won't come back tomorrow, you can prepare for the conference with peace of mind, although you don't want to get No. Try to get second."

After hearing this, Yin Qiu stood up and looked at him and said, "Then will you come again?"

Gongzi Fan stared at her for a moment, then said with a smile, "That depends on who you will worship as your teacher."

Yin Qiu said: "If I go to Jingyue Peak as I wish, you will definitely not come again." She took two steps closer to Young Master Fan and asked, "Then if I want to see you, how should I find you?"

Young Master Fan sighed softly: "I said before, you have Man Jiangxue, you don't need me anymore, and you don't need to meet me again." body, then you and I will have the possibility to meet again."

Rao had known for a long time that there would be a farewell, but after hearing his words, Yin Qiu still couldn't help feeling disappointed: "Except for my uncle, you are the one who has been with me for the longest time..."

Before she knew it, this mysterious man wearing a mask had been with her for many nights. He had taught her martial arts, cared for her body and mind, and even risked his life in and out of the Ziwei Sect for her safety. Other than that, the best person for her.

But after tonight, this person is about to leave. Even though the rivers and lakes are far away, no one knows if there will be a day of reunion, but who knows when that day will come?

"It would be great if you were my father," Yin Qiusong pinched the hilt of the sword loosely, and tapped his toes lightly on the wet soil, "At first I really wanted my uncle to be my mother, but later I found out that it was not right. Possibly, when I met you later, I also secretly thought why you are not my father."

The breeze blew away some of the fragrance of the flowers, blowing Gongzi Fan's black hair, revealing his silver mask covered with veins, which looked a little gentle in the night.

He moved the corner of his mouth slightly, stretched out his hand to touch Yin Qiu's head, and said, "It's a pity that your mother doesn't like me."

Yin Qiu raised his head and looked at him: "You are so nice, my mother should like you, she shouldn't have married my father."

Young Master Fan sighed again: "That's right, she really shouldn't have married your father..."

"What about you?" Yin Qiu asked, "Apart from my mother, do you have no other sweetheart?"

Young Master Fan shook his head: "I don't like any woman in this world except your mother."

Yin Qiu's heart was moved, and she sighed: "You are so stupid." She was silent for a moment, and then said enviously, "It would be great if someone likes me so much."

Gongzi Fan smiled slightly: "Of course there will be." He withdrew his hand and looked at the sky, "It's getting late, I should go."

Yin Qiu's eyelashes sank slightly, and he lowered his head and let out an "oh".

Gongzi Fan glanced at her, then stretched out his hand to rub Yin Qiu's hair again. He seemed to want to say a few more words, but his lips moved a few times but he couldn't open his mouth. In the end, he just rubbed Yin Qiu's head into a mess , turned around without saying a word.

Yin Qiu looked at his back, and for some reason, her heart was a little confused. She was stunned for a while, and when Young Master Fan was about to disappear out of sight, Yin Qiu suddenly shouted: "Father!"

Hearing this call, Young Master Fan stopped in his footsteps.

But he didn't look back, and he didn't speak.

Yin Qiu stood where he was, stared blankly for a moment with red eyes, then suddenly bent his knees and knelt down.

"I would like to thank my adoptive father for his hard work these past few months, teaching me martial arts and protecting me. Yin Qiu knows that he has nothing to repay him at the moment, so he can only kowtow to his adoptive father three times to show his gratitude. Thanks to my father's careful teaching, the future will be long, and Yin Qiu will definitely repay his adoptive father's kindness even more!"

After she finished speaking, she immediately bent down and kowtowed three times towards the back of Young Master Fan.

The immature voice was carried to the ears by the evening wind, and echoed in his heart over and over again. Young Master Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the lofty mountains in the distance, and a bright and flying smile appeared in front of his eyes.

That face was beautiful when she smiled, although most of the time she was smiling at someone else.

But he still likes her smile very much, even if she is thinking of other people when she is looking at him, he still wants to protect that smile.

Even until the end, he couldn't protect it.

Young Master Fan was silent for a long time, and finally waved his sleeves, and walked into the dense night without looking back.

·

The mist dissipated, the sky was about to brighten, the morning sun poured slowly from the top of the mountain, the sun broke through the clouds, and shone on the earth of the world.

Man Jiangxue got up early today, and ordered someone to clean the Shen Xing Hall before dawn. When she walked to the courtyard and raised her eyes, Xie Yijun's figure appeared on the arched bridge.

"It's been a long time since I've been to your Shocking Moon Peak." When the two met, Xie Yijun looked at the surrounding scenery and said with a smile, "It's been more than ten years since Master passed away, and you have maintained this place very well. It hasn't changed."

Man Jiangxue said: "I didn't deliberately protect it, just let nature take its course. Since the senior sister is here, let's go in and have a cup of tea."

Xie Yijun fiddled with the bead string in his hand, and said with great interest: "No hurry, Junior Sister will lead me around to relax."

There are a lot of affairs in this palace, even with the help of elders from various peaks, Xie Yijun is still too busy to take time off. She has lived in the Mingguang Palace for a long time and rarely walks around. Today she seems to be in a good mood.

Autumn had already started last month, and the red maple trees inside and outside the courtyard became more and more intense. When the two walked into the maple forest, Xie Yijun looked at the fiery red maple leaves and said, "Tomorrow is the New Disciple Conference. Last time you said that Fu Xiang was hiding something. If I know my own skills, then I want to see what she is capable of."

Man Jiangxue lifted the branches and leaves hanging in front of her eyes, and said calmly: "Under the eyes of everyone, she will not easily let others see the clues."

Xie Yijun said: "There is a gap between having skills and not having skills. Unless she can do it without revealing any clues, even Fu Cen doesn't know that she knows kung fu. It can be seen that she must have some purpose in coming to Yunhua Palace. Maybe someone Deliberately arranged."

After hearing about Fu Xiang, Xie Yijun became more and more suspicious of Mingyue Tower. He even doubted whether Fu Xiang was really Fu Cen's daughter.But Man Jiangxue sent people to the counties to investigate, and many people claimed to have watched Fu Xiang grow up. Regarding his life experience, Fu Xiang did not lie.

As for what Fu Xiang said to Yin Qiu, Xie Yijun naturally didn't believe it either. She didn't want to stay in Mingyue Tower, so why did she go all the way back to Jinhuai City to find relatives?If you really want to learn art from Yunhua Palace for a future, then you should come earlier, you must know that after Fu Cen lost his son, he did not take the initiative to take Fu Xiang back, but Fu Xiang wanted to go back by himself.

But a ten-year-old girl's family has no grievances with Yunhua Palace, so what is she doing here?What can I do?

If someone really called her here, who was that person?What is his relationship with Yunhua Palace?

Man Jiangxue still can't answer these questions, and only said: "The only thing that can be ruled out at the moment is that she has nothing to do with the Ziwei Sect. As for who she has learned martial arts from, I have no way of knowing. She is sincerely studying and has no bad intentions, and the senior sister can still treat her with a little tolerance."

Xie Yijun stood with his hands behind his back, and the beads made a "click" sound: "What I'm afraid of is having bad intentions, and it's hard to guard against."

"There has been no movement from the Ziwei Sect in the past few months, and I feel a little uneasy in my heart," Xie Yijun sighed, and continued, "I worry when they stir up trouble, but I still worry when the room is quiet. Secondly, I was reluctant to choose me as the head of the sect, and I agreed to it for the sake of fulfilling you, but thanks to the blessings of the masters, the Yunhua Palace was handed over to me without any trouble, but it is not as good as before How old is Nian Sheng, if Master's spirit in heaven knows, I don't know if the old man will blame her."

The wind passed by, and there was a fine rustling sound in the forest. Man Jiangxue looked at her and said, "Senior sister, don't underestimate yourself. Yunhua Palace is still the largest school in the world. Senior sister has done a good job."

Xie Yijun smiled wryly: "Compared to Master, I am still far behind." She looked up at the rising sun and sighed. One or two cannot be undone."

Hearing the melancholy in her words, Man Jiangxue asked, "Does Senior Sister have something on her mind?"

Xie Yijun smiled lightly and shook his head: "It's all about complaining, now in this palace, you are the only one who can say a few words about yourself." She paused, looked sideways at Man Jiangxue and said, "Since the Qingming Festival, I have always dreamed about Master these past few months, it is still early, and I plan to go to the tomb of her old man's clothes to pay homage."

Man Jiangxue said: "Then I will go with my senior sister."

"Forget it, you just went there a few days ago, and I was just about to talk to Master alone, so you go and see how that child Yin Qiu is doing," Xie Yijun said, "When we meet, you must tell her that this new In the disciple meeting, Fu Xiang must not be allowed to win, Yin Qiu must worship under my seat no matter what."

Man Jiangxue nodded slightly: "Understood, I will explain it to her."

·

When Yin Qiu left the laundry room with the tub in his arms, he immediately saw candles burning in his own room.

She was overjoyed, and quickly hung the washed clothes on the drying line, and ran back to the room.

But she didn't push the door in a hurry, but quietly hid outside the window and watched cautiously.

A dim oil lamp was lit on the small wooden table, and Man Jiangxue, dressed in plain white, was sitting at the table looking down at the few articles written by Yin Qiu today.

The light in the room is a bit dim, and the candlelight is flickering, revealing a sense of hazyness. From Yin Qiu's perspective, Man Jiangxue's figure is graceful, her manners are correct, her profile is as clear as jade, and her outline is as if drawn with a paintbrush , It is so beautiful.

For many days, Yin Qiu devoted himself to practicing sword. It had been a long time since Man Jiangxue had seen Man Jiangxue, and it had been several months since Man Jiangxue had visited her in the disciple's courtyard.

Yin Qiu was fascinated by peeping, when suddenly he heard someone behind him say: "Xiao Qiu! What are you looking at?"

Yin Qiu was startled, and hurriedly escaped from the window. Looking back, it was Fu Xiang who had come. She looked at Yin Qiu meaningfully and said, "Sneaky, what do you want to do!"

"Oh, keep your voice down!" Yin Qiufei quickly covered her mouth, "You hate me so much!"

Fu Xiang saw her acting suspiciously outside the window from a long distance, and when he got closer, he saw Man Jiangxue sitting in the room, so he deliberately called out to Yin Qiu at the top of his voice, intending to play tricks on her.

"Yo, master uncle is here!" Fu Xiang lay on the window coffin, and finally greeted Man Jiangxue enthusiastically.

Man Jiangxue glanced sideways at her, then at Yin Qiu, smiled with curved lips, and said nothing.

"Go away!" Yin Qiu was a little embarrassed when he was caught peeping, and pushed Fu Xiang, "You will tease me!"

Fu Xiang laughed twice, and flew out of the corridor, shouting as he walked, "Let's go!"

Yin Qiu shook his fist at her, then trotted into the house, put down the wooden basin and threw himself into Man Jiangxue's arms, saying with joy: "Uncle Master hasn't been here for a long time, why do you think of coming today?" ?”

Man Jiangxue hugged her without raising her head and said, "Come to check how your homework is going."

Yin Qiu glanced at the homework in her hand and asked, "What do you think of my writing?"

Man Jiangxue said, "It's not too bad." After a pause, he added, "The writing is not bad."

Yin Qiu smiled, and sat on Man Jiangxue's legs as a result of inertia, and was about to hug her neck with a smile. Then Man Jiangxue moved his eyes to look at her, stood up with Yin Qiu in his arms, and walked for two Bu said, "I feel like you've grown a bit heavier." She glanced up and down at Yin Qiu for a moment with downcast eyes, and then said, "You've grown a lot too."

Usually, Fu Xiang often made fun of Yin Qiu with her height, but during this period of time, Yin Qiu has been diligent in practicing kung fu, eating a lot, moving a lot, and growing fast. Now she is standing with Man Jiangxue, her head is already I can touch Man Jiangxue's chin.

Due to frequent starvation when she was young, Yin Qiu has always been born thin and thin. It is really rare for her to grow so tall at her age.

"In two years, I will be taller than my uncle." Yin Qiu looked excited, his eyes narrowed.

Man Jiangxue said: "In this kind of thing, you don't have to be so confident."

Yin Qiu said: "Then who can say for sure? What if I surpass my uncle?"

Man Jiangxue threw her on the chair and said ruthlessly: "You think too much, there is absolutely no such possibility."

Yin Qiuxin said that the master uncle was really domineering and did not allow her to have confidence in this kind of thing, but the master uncle himself was too confident. It was clear that only the state officials were allowed to set fires and the common people were not allowed to light lamps.

The autumn night began to get dark quickly, and the moonlight was already shrouded outside. Yin Qiu lay on the table, looked at Man Jiangxue and said: "Tomorrow is the New Disciple Conference, today I have to go to bed early, and I have to sleep well." Just a good night’s sleep.”

Man Jiangxue glanced at the sky: "It's not too late at this time, you really should go to bed earlier and keep your spirits up."

Yin Qiu said: "But when I think about going to the conference tomorrow, I feel a little nervous, and I'm afraid I won't be able to fall asleep."

Man Jiangxue reached out and touched her face, and said, "That can't be done."

"However," Yin Qiu said, tilting his head and resting his chin on Man Jiangxue's palm, staring at her and said, "If my uncle can stay with me, then I will be able to sleep well tonight."

When Man Jiangxue heard this, the corners of her lips raised slightly.

Seeing that she just smiled but didn't answer, Yin Qiu blinked his eyes: "Uncle Master won't agree? You haven't slept with me for a long time."

With her slender fingers slightly curled up, Man Jiangxue pinched Yin Qiu's chin and lifted her up slightly.

The distance drew closer in an instant, and the tips of their noses were almost touching, exchanging breaths in the swaying candlelight. Yin Qiu looked at Man Jiangxue inexplicably, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, but he couldn't bear it in his heart. trembled a bit.

Her eyes flickered, the close distance made Yin Qiu shy, and when she was about to dodge subconsciously for a few minutes, she heard Man Jiangxue say: "I can accompany you, but you have to agree to one request."

Yin Qiu suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and said as naturally as possible: "What request?"

Man Jiangxue pinched her chin and did not let go, and replied: "Tomorrow's New Disciple Conference, you must defeat everyone and become the master."