The rivers and lakes are full of vests

There was a drizzle falling outside the window, and a faint candlelight flickered inside the room. There was a tall old man lying on the couch. His eyes were closed. Although his face was as old as weather-beaten, his facial features could vaguely tell that he was handsome when he was young. Extraordinary looks.

He opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were deep and deep. After being stunned for a moment, he looked at the strange boy sitting by the couch, and asked indifferently, "Who are you?"

Just before Fu Peibai opened his mouth, the door opened, and He Gu came in with two steaming bowls of ginger soup. Seeing that the old man woke up, he said happily, "Old man Tie, you're awake, what's not familiar with it?" Do you want to go and ask Grandma to show you?"

Seeing the familiar person, the old iron man's vigilant expression faded a bit, "No, who is he?"

He Gu put down the bowl and patted Fu Peibai on the shoulder, "This is the ghost guest from Zhongyuan. He carried you back to Maoer Mountain."

The old iron man raised his eyebrows, and after scanning Fu Peibai's body twice, he showed a look of contempt, as if he didn't quite believe that this small body could carry him back, his tone was still cold, "Thank you."

Fu Peibai didn't mind his attitude, and smiled gently, "It's nothing worth mentioning, Fu Peibai, dare to ask senior's name?"

When someone asked about his name, the old iron man frowned displeasedly, "You can just call me the old iron man."

Fu Peibai hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously: "Your junior dares to ask, is senior's surname Duan?"

The old iron man narrowed his eyes, pointed at Fu Peibai with sharp eyes like a falcon, and raised his voice a little, "Do you know me?"

Fu Peibai heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that she had found the right person, she stood up respectfully and saluted, "This junior doesn't know Senior Duan, but Senior is famous all over the world, the swordsmith master Duan Wushou, no one in the world knows you. "

Duan Wushou snorted coldly: "Everyone in the Central Plains thinks I'm dead, how do you know I'm here?"

"It was Master Kuchan who told me."

"The old bald donkey? What did he tell you?"

Fu Peibai's expression dropped half a point, "Abbot Mingwen and Master Kuchan passed away a month ago. Before the master passed away, the master asked me to come to the southwest to look for Senior Duan, but he didn't explain why, just let me find you. "

Duan Wushou was stunned for a moment, "Then...how did Kuchan pass away?"

"Injured by the assassin, Master Kuchan gave up the chance of immediate treatment..."

Duan Wushou fell silent, and the atmosphere in the room froze for a moment.

He Gu patted his head with interest and said: "Those who are tired of hot tea, remember to drink it, to dispel the cold, let's go out first."

After He Gu left, Duan Wushou and Fu Peibai were left in the house.

After a long silence, Duan Wushou asked: "Did Kuchan give you that thing?"

Fu Peibai nodded solemnly, got up and took out the small wooden box from the package, and handed it to Duan Wushou.

Duan Wushou stroked the smooth surface of the box, his eyes darkened, "Do you know what's inside?"

Fu Peibai nodded again.

Duan Wushou raised his head, looked straight into her eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Then do you know the meaning behind this thing?"

Fu Peibai hesitated for a moment, then said, "I know." His voice was not loud, but his tone was firm.

The old man on the bed let out a muffled laugh, put his fingers on the lock, and opened the tightly locked wooden box. Inside the box lay a piece of old yellow silk, with some messy black lines and patterns on it.

He took out this piece of silk, and smiled nonchalantly: "Just this thing, people in the world are fighting for it. Unfortunately, I still have a piece here."

"Take it." He said, and threw the broken silk at Fu Peibai.

Fu Peibai quickly took it, carefully holding it in his palm, for fear of damaging the fragment of the climbing tomb.

Duan Wushou looked at her and sneered again, "Ku Chan asked you to come to me, so that I would give you the other piece." He half-closed his eyes, although he was looking up at Fu Peibai, but there was a kind of looking down. "However, this old man never trades at a loss. If you want to get something from me, you have to exchange it first."

Fu Peibai was a little embarrassed, how could she get something that could be of the same value as the fragments of the Dengling Mausoleum, Duan Wushou clearly made it difficult for her, "Senior...I..."

Duan Wushou stroked the stubble on his chin, "This old man is a common man, money is fine."

Fu Peibai could only put the climbing fragments back into the box, and rummaged through the package for the rest of the silver. During this period, he accidentally touched the Mingxiao Sword wrapped in linen, and the blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"and many more!"

Duan Wushou on the bed sat up abruptly, and limped to this side. He picked up the Mingxiao Sword, and quickly removed the linen cloth covering the sword body, revealing the simple and old scabbard underneath.

His hand holding the scabbard trembled a little, and his white beard trembled, "You, where did you come from? Why is Mingxiao Sword here with you!"

He grabbed Fu Peibai's arm with terrifying strength, and his expression was even more ferocious.

"Where is Yan Mingxiao! Where are others?! Why is the sword here with you?!"

Fu Peibai felt that her entire arm was about to be broken, but she didn't resist, and only replied calmly: "Brother Meng Yanmeng gave this sword to this junior."

Duan Wushou calmed down, and said in a daze: "Meng Yan? That brat...how did the Mingxiao sword come to him? What happened to the Mingxiao sect?"

"Senior, you sit down first." Fu Peibai moved a stool, let Duan Wushou sit down, and talked in detail about the incident of the Mingxiao faction ten years ago.

Duan Wushou listened silently all the time, at the end, he lowered his head dejectedly, his messy hair covered his face, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

After a while, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Dead, dead, haha...haha, Yan Mingxiao is dead, is this what you want, Yan Mingxiao, Yan Mingxiao..."

But as he laughed, hot tears streamed down that mottled and vicissitudes of face. He raised his hands to cover his face, and buried the suppressed crying in his palms.

Fu Peibai didn't dare to speak out, and could only stand quietly aside.

After a long time, Duan Wushou regained his composure. He returned to the couch and sat down, hunched over, and said hoarsely: "Since Meng Yan gave you the sword, it is yours." He paused, Slowly raised his head, stared at the young man under the candlelight, and said sharply: "But you have to be worthy of the Mingxiao sword! Its first master, Yan Mingxiao, do you know who he is?"

"Slightly heard."

"Accumulated stones are like jade, rows of pines are like emerald greens, Lang Yan is unique, and there is no second in the world. This is the praise of Yan Mingxiao in the world at that time." Duan Wushou smiled bitterly, "Everyone compares him to Zhilan Yushu, bright and bright moon, only I know that he is just a mature and prudent person on the surface, but in fact he is as childish as a child at heart. Men, this kind of behavior will make people laugh out loud."

He choked up, with tears in his eyes, "But there is such a person, he is like a child, he has to protect some common people, he has to save some world, his thin body bears such a heavy ideal of saving the world ...Yan Mingxiao is a fool, I used to look down on this kind of person the most, he is overconfident, whimsical, with his own strength, how can he turn the tide and help the building to collapse? "

"But he just did it. Although I am not in the Central Plains, I have heard that during the years when he established the clan, he helped the poor and the weak, punished evil and promoted good, and his reputation was greatly shaken. He moved towards his ideal step by step. I am Those who blame him are also happy for him."

"I just didn't expect... I didn't expect..." Duan Wushou couldn't continue, he lowered his head again, clenched his fists tightly.

"He is the stupidest person I have ever seen, but he is also the best person I have ever seen." He raised his head and said blankly: "You are not comparable to Yan Mingxiao, no one in this world can compare to Yan Mingxiao, but As long as you can achieve his eight points, you can pick up this Mingxiao sword that represents his lifelong ideal, can you do it?"

Fu Peibai's jaw tightened, and he nodded slowly, "This junior will do his best, and he will surely live up to the expectations of his seniors."

Duan Wushou seemed to be extremely tired, he took a deep breath, waved his hand and said: "Go out, I'm going to rest, I'll hand over the fragment of the climbing tomb to you when you leave here."

Fu Peibai opened her mouth, but in the end she still didn't say, "Senior, this is the word in the next room. After she saluted, she silently exited the room.

It was a rainy night outside the window, and it was cool and pleasant. She leaned against the railing and stretched out her hand. The raindrops fell on her palm and turned into a puddle of water.

There was the sound of footsteps beside her ear, and she knew who it was when she heard the pace of someone walking, and called out without looking: "Seventeen."

Like her, Shi Qi stretched out his hand to catch the rain with his palm, "Is that the person you are looking for?"

"Ah."

Ye Yu's coolness spread through his palms to his body, Shi Qi withdrew his hand, and glanced at Fu Peibai, "I found someone, why are you still so unhappy?"

Fu Peibai's palm had already accumulated a small piece of rainwater, and after slipping away from her fingers, new raindrops fell, she looked a little sad, her eyes kept on the palm,

"It's just that I suddenly feel that the road ahead is long and long, and I'm afraid that I will live up to everyone's expectations."

"Just do what you want, fight hard, live up to yourself, and live up to others."

The woman's voice was very flat, but revealed a sense of firm strength.

Fu Peibai opened her five fingers, and the rain in her hand fell in a few seconds. She withdrew her hand and wiped it casually on the front of her clothes, with a hearty smile on her face, "Thank you, Seventeen."

Shi Qi smiled slightly and said, "Is that all right? So easy to coax?"

coax?

Fu Peibai was dazed for a moment, and after a while, she touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment, "I hate myself for being so indecisive and hesitating. I am already alone and walking alone. What am I afraid of? Don't think about the past, live up to the present , not afraid of the future, I should live like this."

The smile on Shi Qi's face was even bigger. She took a step forward, and in the sound of jingling rain outside the corridor, she reached out her hand, as if praising a child, and patted Fu Peibai's head.

"It's good to think of it this way, so cute."

There was no thunder in the sky, but Fu Peibai felt a sudden thunder in his heart, and the blood all over his body seemed to flow backwards in an instant, forcing her to blush. Fortunately, the night was so dark that people could not see her face clearly.

She took a step back, grabbed the railing tightly with one hand, and said in a harsh voice, "Don't be like this... Seventeen, I'm not a child anymore."

Seventeen stepped forward, with a smile in his voice, "I am nearly four years older than you, and to me, you are still a child."

"I..." Before he finished speaking, soft laughter came from the other end of the corridor.

"Oh, did I come at the wrong time?" Sang Yunshi leaned against the wooden pillar and smiled maliciously.

Fu Peibai panicked, and quickly said: "No, I'll go to Brother Hegu first, you can talk." After speaking, he went downstairs.

After watching Fu Peibai go away, Sang Yunshi came to Shiqi's side, and joked: "You really like this kid? He really likes his lofty peak master."

Seventeen's face still has the tenderness towards Fu Peibai just now, and now his brows and eyes are cold, "What about you? Yan Wang secretly likes the second lady of Tianjizong, do you think it's feasible?"

Sang Yunshi was not at all surprised that Shi Qi had seen through her thoughts, she clicked her tongue indifferently, "That little girl is very simple, I can catch her with a little trick, but it's a bumpy road to love."

Shi Qi narrowed his eyes, thinking of something, his voice softened a bit.

"Not necessarily."