Partridge sky

After He Xi left Jiang Yuncheng, he suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping.He looked up, and a pigeon flew over his head.With a thought, he bent his bow and set an arrow, and shot the pigeon down.

The pigeon landed at He Xi's feet, he bent down to pick it up, and then frowned.He originally wanted to shoot the pigeon's right eye, but he shot the left eye. This new bow is not as smooth for him as "He Xue".

And seven days later, it will be the duel period.

He Xi caressed the bow, and the touch under her finger was not familiar to "He Xue".He thought, "Hexue" is a habit for him, and a habit can always be overcome, just like he was used to trusting Jiang Yuncheng.Thinking of this, he smiled wistfully.

He Xi found an open space and started practicing.He rested the feathered arrow on the left side of the bow, drew the bowstring to his cheek, and let go.He shot arrow after arrow, thinking nothing of it.

In the end, He Xi was exhausted and leaned against a tree to catch her breath.Habit can always be overcome, he thought, even if it takes a long time and a lot of effort, it can always be overcome.

He also remembered that one afternoon many years ago, in a small courtyard of the Wulin League, Jiang Yuncheng devoted himself to making bows for him.Jiang Yuncheng's focused expression made him feel as if something had tugged at his heartstrings.But today, it seems like a lifetime away.

He Xi picked up the bow again, stuck the arrow tail on the bowstring, and began to practice archery again.

Rest when you are tired, and continue to practice after the rest. It was not until it was getting late that He Xi put the arch on his back and walked back to his room.

He Xi was sweating all over today, so he fetched water to take a bath in the room.While washing, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

It was Jiang Yuncheng who knocked on the door. Hearing the sound of water in the room, his expression became unnatural.

He Xi wiped his body casually, put on his clothes and went to open the door, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yuncheng smiled and said, "It seems that I came at the wrong time."

"Then get out." After He Xi finished speaking, she was about to close the door.

Jiang Yuncheng quickly stretched out his hand to block the door, "The moon is bright tonight, why don't you come out for a walk?"

"Not interested, take your hand away." He Xi looked at Jiang Yuncheng's hand, resisting the urge to slam the door hard.

Jiang Yuncheng took his hand back and said melancholy: "Then I won't bother you."

He Xi didn't expect Jiang Yuncheng to give up so easily, and he didn't react for a while.The Jiang Yuncheng in his impression was not such an easy person to get along with.

Taking advantage of He Xi's daze, Jiang Yuncheng pushed open the door and walked in, "Don't you want me? Then I'll come in." He sat down at the table anticlimactic, and untied a flagon from his waist.He uncorked the pot, and a pungent aroma of wine wafted out.

He Xi originally planned to drive Jiang Yuncheng out, but changed his mind when he smelled the wine.He shrugged his nose, "Burning knife?"

"A good knives." Jiang Yuncheng poured the spirits from the jug into the cups on the table.

He Xi sat down opposite Jiang Yuncheng, picked up the cup and drank it down, the wine was like a red-hot blade when it entered his throat, and it was like a scalding flame when he swallowed it.He lifted his spirits and felt that his whole body seemed to be on fire, so he couldn't help praising: "Good wine!"

Jiang Yuncheng held the cup, took a sip, and said with a hot tongue, with a wry smile: "I always remember that your favorite wine is burning knives." He grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, and the wine in Jiangnan is soft and refreshing, not as harsh as burning knives of soju.

He Xi drank another glass, and murmured: "Good wine, good wine..." He is a good wine man, but he hasn't drunk for a long time. Tonight, he allows himself to get drunk once.Seven days later, it might be his death.

Jiang Yuncheng took another sip of Burning Knife. He raised his head and saw He Xi's drunken face under the candlelight——He Xi's face was reddish, his eyes were confused, and his lips were stained with wine.His heart moved, and he whispered: "After the farewell, I remember meeting each other, and the soul dream is the same as the king a few times. Tonight, I have a silver mirror left, and I am afraid that the reunion is just a dream..."

He Xi smiled brightly, "Yuncheng, we will go to Wudang Mountain tomorrow to meet Taoist Qingwei, what gift should we bring?"

The birthday of Daoist Qingwei, head of Wudang Mountain, was already eight years ago.

Jiang Yuncheng was taken aback for a moment, and then took He Xi's hand, "Everything is fine." After he finished speaking, there were tears in his eyes.Yun Cheng, he hadn't heard this title from He Xi for a long time.

He Xi tilted her head and fell asleep lying on the table.

Jiang Yuncheng stroked He Xi's hair, his heart overflowing with tenderness.He carried He Xi to the bed, He Xi took off her coat, shoes and socks, and then covered her with a quilt.

When he closed the door of He Xi's room, the moon was already in the sky.There is a huge locust tree in the courtyard, and the moonlight casts mottled shadows on the ground through the branches and leaves.

The next day, He Xi went to practice archery again.

After he returned to the room after practice, he found that there was an extra finger on the table in the room.As soon as he saw the finger pull, he knew it was from Jiang Yuncheng.

He has always boasted that his bow skills are superb and he doesn't need to pull his fingers, but he has practiced too frequently these days, which has caused damage to his thumb.The thumb pull can not only protect his thumb, but also make him shoot faster and more accurately.

He picked up the wrench, put it on his thumb, and then stared at his thumb for a long time.

He and Jiang Yuncheng, friends are not like friends, and enemies are not like enemies.And it's time to end all of this.

If he had rejected Jiang Yuncheng under the rose trellis that year, maybe he and Jiang Yuncheng would meet today, drink a cup of wine calmly, recall the past events of the Wulin League together, say goodbye the next day, and forget each other in the world.

He took off the wrench and put it back on the table.

When Jiang Yuncheng came to look for He Xi, the door of He Xi's room was closed.He knocked on the door, but there was no answer.He carefully punctured the window paper and looked into the window.From where he was, only the table and screen could be seen, and the wrench was placed on the table, which seemed to have never moved.

He kept this finger puller for many years, and originally planned to give it to He Xi on his birthday, but before He Xi's birthday, the two of them broke up.He led a group of people to the north, the clouds crossed the distant mountains, and the river was surging. He returned to the south of the horse to look, but he did not see his old friends.

The capital city is full of flowers and fascinating people, and all kinds of romantic figures gather here, and there are many people who are more outstanding than He Xi.But the reason why love is love is because there are so many colors, and I only like him.

Jiang Yuncheng stood in front of the window for a long time, the cool wind blowing his sleeves.He sneezed, only to realize how stupid his behavior was, shook his head, and went back to his room.

On the third day, Jiang Yuncheng fell ill and caught a cold.

After Mu Yuqiu checked Jiang Yuncheng's pulse, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Why did you get a cold?"

People in martial arts, with internal strength to protect the body, generally will not suffer from diseases such as wind and cold.

Jiang Yuncheng remained silent, ashamed to tell the reason.

Mu Yuqiu prescribed a prescription and handed it to He Xi who was standing aside, "Grab the medicine according to this prescription, drink it for a few days and you'll be fine."

He Xi took the prescription, feeling a little funny in her heart.He walked out of the room with the house in his hands, and went to grab the medicine.

Mu Yuqiu looked at the news of He Xi's figure, then turned his head and asked, "Can you tell me the reason for your cold now?"

"I stood in front of his window for too long, and I forgot to use my internal strength and protect my body." Jiang Yuncheng said rather embarrassedly.

Although Jiang Yuncheng didn't explain who "he" was, Mu Yuqiu understood immediately.He burst out laughing, "I didn't expect you to have such a side."

"I didn't expect that you would choose to stay in the Evernight Palace." Jiang Yuncheng said with emotion, he had all kinds of means to facilitate this matter, but unfortunately he didn't use it.

Mu Yuqiu smiled and said, "Because he is here, so I am here."

"Some people's heads are as white as new, some are as old as before, some live and die together, and some go their separate ways. All kinds of predestined relationships in this world are so mysterious and difficult to understand." Jiang Yuncheng said meaningfully.

While talking, He Xi had already returned with a medicine bag.He walked in and took a look at Jiang Yuncheng, said "I'll make the medicine", and left again.

Mu Yuqiu stood up, "I'm taking my leave."

"Go slowly." Jiang Yuncheng was not feeling well, so he didn't get up to see him off.

After a while, He Xi came in with a medicine bowl.He waited for Jiang Yuncheng to finish drinking the medicine before walking out with an empty bowl.

Jiang Yuncheng drank the medicine and slept soundly.

Two days later, Jiang Yuncheng's wind and cold were cured, and the sequelae of the "crying blood" poison on his body had also healed long ago.

He Xi still went out to practice archery every day, and when he came back, he always found that there were more things on the table.Sometimes it's flowers, sometimes it's food, sometimes it's weird gadgets, in short, they are all He Xi's favorite things.He will look at everything carefully, but after looking at it, he will put it back in place.

until the seventh day.

He Xi stood on the top of Luofu Mountain, facing Jiang Yuncheng who was holding a dagger.He shot an arrow, Jiang Yuncheng didn't dodge or dodge, and smiled sadly.

That arrow hit Jiang Yuncheng's heart.He clutched his chest and fell down, blood staining the ground red.

He Xi walked over, but Jiang Yuncheng grabbed his ankle.He wanted to break free, but he couldn't. The hand was like a shackle, locking him tightly.

There were blood tears in Jiang Yuncheng's eyes, "You really want to kill me!"

He Xi woke up with a start. He looked around, but he was still in the Palace of Night.

"It turned out to be a dream..." He said to himself, but his heart shivered.

At this time, it was already the morning of the eighth day, which was the time for his duel with Jiang Yuncheng.

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