Looking for plums under the moon

Ten years ago, Ling Guyue and Shen Luo had just experienced the battle with the old man Jingshan. When they returned to Pingchuan, the master handed them two swords, one was the Flowing Light Sword and the other was the Cold Light Sword.

Gu Huasong said: "These two swords were forged by the Xu brothers of the sword-making family in the previous dynasty. They are a pair of brotherly swords worthy of the name. One day in the future, one of you will take over the head of the sect. I don't want to be a teacher. Seeing another person betraying his brother, can you be loyal to the future master and not persecute your fellow sect?"

The two teenagers looked at each other, and the figure of the prescription was clearly reflected in their eyes, and they replied firmly: "Yes!"

Everyone in the world knows the contest between Shen Luo and the old man Jingshan, but most people only know that 13-year-old Shen Luo won the victory and became famous since then. Only the disciples of Pingchuan really understand the deep meaning behind the contest .

That year, Ling Guyue was 15 years old. The old man Jingshan came to the Central Plains from northern Xinjiang to learn martial arts. challenge.Fortunately, Gu Huasong made a timely move and devoted all his life in martial arts to a tie with him.

For this reason, old man Jing Shan specially stayed in Pingchuan for ten days, and often talked with Gu Huasong about martial arts and swordsmanship.Ten days later, he bid farewell and left. That night, a fire broke out in Shen Dongxie. The flames soared into the sky, and the entire valley suddenly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The fire burned very big that night, but luckily Shen Dongxie was surrounded by water, after hundreds of disciples tried their best to put out the fire, the fire was extinguished before Yinshi.Everyone can only see ruins, and the plum grove that used to be full of sunsets is already a piece of scorched earth.

Fortunately, people did not find a body in the ashes, which shows that no one was buried in the flames.

Shen Luo called out Ling Guyue's name loudly. That night he traveled through the sea of ​​flames, and later searched the entire Pingchuan, even Tianxuan Peak, where no one dared to go before, but no one responded. .

Just when he was in despair, Gu Huasong said to him: "Do you want to know where your senior brother is?"

Shen Luo's eyes were red, and he nodded heavily, wiping away tears.

"He was taken away by Elder Jingshan. If you want to save someone, you can find him by going down the mountain and going south for thirty miles. But with your martial arts, you are far from being an opponent of Elder Jingshan."

"Master, I beg you to save Senior Brother!"

Gu Huasong shook his head, "There are so many things going on in Pingchuan, I can't go. Besides, I'm no match for Old Man Jingshan."

Shen Luo's eyes were full of desperation, "Then what should I do? Will something happen, brother?"

Gu Huasong remained calm, "It is impossible for a person to have no weaknesses...Xiao Luo, listen, if you can bring Lone Moon back, not only will I give you this cold light sword as a teacher, but also the future head of the sect." It will be yours."

Shen Luo cried and shook his head, "I don't want a sword, I don't want to be the master, I want a brother..."

"Okay, then you go to find old man Jingshan now, and then defeat him and take Guyue back." Gu Huasong glanced at him and said calmly, "Remember what Master told you."

Shen Luo bid farewell to his master, went down the mountain overnight, and found a thatched hut in the mountains thirty miles south of Pingchuan.

At that time, Ling Guyue was lying on the couch in the thatched cottage and was dying. His wrists were cut with several deep wounds, blood was bubbling.

Elder Jing Shan was lying on the couch, leaning over and sticking to his wrist, carefully rubbing his wrist, treating the blood as a treasure.

Ling Guyue stared bitterly at the intoxicated old man Jing Shan, gritted her teeth and said, "Wait... wait for my master and junior brother to come, I want you to look good!" The cinnabar mole on the tail also dimmed.

"Hehe, don't think about it, no one will come to save you..." Elder Jing Shan took a deep breath of Ling Guyue's blood, and let out a satisfied sigh: "It's the best..."

At this moment, a sword sounded, and the thatched cottage collapsed.

Seeing the sky suddenly, Ling Guyue squinted her eyes unaccustomed, only to see three feet away, the boy Shen Luo was staring at the old man Jingshan angrily, the long sword in his hand was clanging, as if infected by the master's anger, "Let go of senior brother!"

"Here comes another brat," Jing Shan said disapprovingly, "Why, your master is so generous that he gave me two precious apprentices?"

Shen Luo didn't answer his words, raised his long sword, and made a Ling Ran gesture, "Let go of senior brother!"

The old man Jingshan gave him a contemptuous look, as if looking at a weak ant.

"Drink!" Shen Luo kicked his feet and jumped forward, the sword flowers were like snow, and they were like a net, covering the old man Jingshan tightly.

"Little trick!" Elder Jingshan sneered, grabbed Shen Luo's wrist in the impenetrable sword net with his right hand, then gathered his left hand together and slapped it lightly. Being shot apart, he flew backwards involuntarily.

"Junior brother!" Seeing that he was injured, Ling Guyue struggled to sit up from the couch.

"Little beauty, let your junior brother stand up obediently, otherwise..." Elder Jing Shan's eyes turned cold, "I don't like disobedient children..."

Shen Luo frowned, and shouted loudly: "Look at the sword!" He straightened his body and rushed towards the old man Jing Shan, hitting the opponent's vitals with his moves.

Elder Jing Shan said: "You can't do what you can!" As he spoke, he changed his form and changed his fighting position to another place.

This is exactly what Shen Luo wanted, I saw him flying into the forest, shuttling between several towering ancient trees like a swallow, bringing out a series of afterimages, and secretly picked a handful of leaves, twisted the leaves into flying flowers, and flew through the air. Go, shoot at the old man Jingshan piece by piece.

The old man Jingshan dodged several flying leaves, put his fingers together again, and took the next one in the air, "You boy, you are so difficult! Don't blame me for being heavy-handed!" After speaking, he concentrated his strength and writhed his right palm.

Shen Luo ushered in several invisible palms, only listening to the stern wind of the palm, one palm avoided, and the other palm came again suddenly.Even though he was dexterous and able to move freely among the trees, he couldn't avoid all the palm strikes of old man Jingshan.

"Hmm!" Shen Luo was so shaken that he took several steps back, leaning against a tree, and felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

"Even your master is not my opponent, you still want to stop the car with your arms, haha..." The old man Jingshan's breath was not disturbed, obviously he didn't try his best just now.I saw him walking lightly, walked up to Shen Luo, pinched his chin and looked at him carefully: "He is also a handsome child, but I don't know how your blood... tastes like?"

Shen Luo turned his head vigorously, trying to escape from the old man Jingshan's control, but he couldn't make any effort, and the corners of his forehead were sweating profusely, as if he had suffered a very serious internal injury.

"Junior Brother... Leave me alone! Go!" Ling Guyue knelt on the couch and shouted at him with difficulty.

Shen Luo glanced at him, turned his eyes away, and stared at the old man Jingshan provocatively, "You will regret it..."

"Good boy, let me take a closer look..." The old man Jing Shan gave a strange smile, and he pushed his head upwards, and a sharp dagger emerged from his sleeve, aiming at his neck, as if Consider where to start.

At this moment, Shen Luo's gaze was like a torch, and he slammed his palm straight into the heart of old man Jingshan.

Jing Shan's heart shuddered, and he hurriedly grabbed Shen Luo's pulse door.

Seeing the right moment, Shen Luo regained his weakness, grabbed Jing Shan's wrist with his right hand, and focused his left hand on the back of his head.

The old man Jing Shan was taken aback, and immediately came back to his senses. He wanted to get out, but was caught by Shen Luo, and he forcibly endured the blow to the head.

A mouthful of blood gushed into his throat, Jing Shan lost all his internal strength, his face was withered, and he couldn't believe it: "You...you!"

After one blow, Shen Luo was also exhausted. He covered his heart, coughed up a mouthful of blood and said, "Fengchi acupoint... is your weakness."

"How do you know!" Jing Shan looked at him viciously, like a poisonous pliers hooked on him.

Shen Luo didn't respond, but walked quickly to Ling Guyue to check his injuries.

"Junior brother..." Ling Guyue saw the blood on the corner of his mouth, and wiped it with her sleeve, "Are you... all right?"

Shen Luo shook his head, and gently blew on the scar on his wrist for him, as if it would relieve some pain.

Elder Jing Shan looked at the two of them, panting, "You think...that I can easily...bring people out under the eyes of Gu Huasong?"

However, no one paid any attention to his words.

Shen Luo carried Ling Guyue on his back, "Brother, let's go back..."

Ling Guyue responded in a low voice, then passed out on his back, without a sound.

"Senior Brother? Senior Brother?" Shen Luo called out anxiously.

"He lost a lot of blood... fainted." The old man Jingshan leaned against a tree, staring at Ling Guyue, as if he didn't take the injury seriously, and said with a smile: "I have to say, this The blood of the little beauty... is the most delicious I have ever drank..."

Shen Luo's eyes turned cold, "Damn you."

"I didn't expect... I've been smart all my life, but in the end I was slapped by Gu Huasong! Ahem... I don't accept it!" Suddenly, his eyes burst into light, and when he raised his right hand, he was about to explode.

Shen Luo hurriedly dodged his arm, moved around to change his shadow, and landed another palm on his Fengchi acupoint.

Hearing the sound of the skull cracking, the old man Jingshan fell on his back. Before he died, he still tilted his head and smiled at Ling Guyue: "You are mine...you are mine..." Finally, he spit out a big mouthful of black blood, Couldn't say another word.

Three days later, when people found the old man Jingshan's body in the valley, they found that his face had only two dark eye sockets. The eyes had been gouged out and thrown to nowhere. .There was not much flesh on his body, and the dark blood slipped all over the ground, but there was not a trace of blood left in the body.

People didn't know what happened that day, Ling Guyue was in a coma for three days, woke up and recuperated for several months before gradually recovering.Shen Luo also looked confused. He said that after knocking out the old man Jing Shan, he took his brother and left, not knowing what happened afterwards.People also don't want to believe that a 13-year-old boy would use such cruel means to kill a person, and finally attribute the reason only to the competition of wild animals and birds.

Later, Gu Huasong gave them two famous swords, Liu Guang and Han Guang. "Xiaoluo followed me to the back mountain to retreat for three years, practicing the last three levels of Pingchuan mental method."

"Aren't senior brothers with us?" Shen Luo asked.

Ling Guyue looked at Gu Huasong expectantly.

Gu Huasong just shook his head, "It's not the time for Lonely Moon yet."

In the end, Shen Luo looked back at Ling Guyue's slightly disappointed face every step of the way. He climbed to Pingyi Peak and spent three years in seclusion on the back mountain.

Three years later, when Shen Luo left the customs, he seemed to be a completely different person. He was almost skinny, with sharp edges and corners, and his brows and eyes were hidden.

At first, Ling Guyue happily called him junior brother, and made many tea eggs for him to eat.Later, seeing him taciturn and cold-eyed, he was no longer as clingy as before, and gradually alienated him, and even called him "senior brother" and "junior brother" a lot less.

Two years later, Gu Huasong's whereabouts were unknown, and he left a letter announcing that Shen Luo would succeed him as the head, and Shen Luo stayed at Pingyi Peak.

Ling Guyue thought melancholy: I will never go back to the time when we were intimate.

To this day, Ling Guyue is holding the Flowing Sword in his hand, and he can still clearly remember that day at Pingyi Peak in the dusk, and the two of them made a sonorous and forceful promise.

He always kept in mind the "three taboos" that the master said at the beginning, so later, even if the position of master was passed on to his junior brother, everyone talked a lot, saying that he only had an empty shell, and his martial arts talent was far inferior to Shen Luo's. Master loves it.He didn't comment on that, just smiled lightly.

But this time, did someone really sneak into Pingchuan to frame him on purpose?Ling Guyue couldn't help falling into suspicion.

The tragic death of the Ji brothers was very similar to the death of the old man Jingshan in the rumors back then. Although he did not believe that the incident ten years ago was done by Shen Luo, but after careful consideration, there were many doubts.

The place where Shen Luo fought old man Jing Shan was told by his master, but the master did not leave Pingchuan in those few days, so only Shen Luo should know, if someone else did it, he only needs to kill old man Jing Shan, Why go to such lengths to goug out the eyes and gouge out the flesh?As for the note in Ji Tong's room, the handwriting really belonged to him, but he and Shen Luo grew up together, and they were almost inseparable for several years, and they were very familiar with each other's handwriting. If Shen Luo wanted to imitate it, it shouldn't be difficult.

But when the Ji brothers died, Shen Luo was in Lin'an, and he did bring lotus roots from Lin'an when he came back. The distance between the two places is hundreds of miles, how could he kill people in Pingchuan?And now that he is the head of Ping Chuan, he is just an idle head brother, why would he murder and blame himself?

Ling Guyue thought for a long time at the table, she was so preoccupied, she didn't hear someone approaching the door slowly.

"Miss Bizhu," someone knocked on the door and said warmly, "someone is waiting for you at Qingyuxuan."

Ling Guyue came back to her senses, turned around and looked around the room, hid the Flowing Sword in the wardrobe in the corner, straightened her clothes, and then opened the door.

Standing at the door was a delicate young girl with two hanging buns, smoky eyebrows and fine eyes, and said lightly: "Please follow me." After finishing speaking, she led the way ahead without waiting for his response.

Ling Guyue hurriedly stepped up to keep up, feeling suspicious: Where is Qingyuxuan?Who is waiting for me again?Is it Miss Qing Chan?If not for her?And who will know me?Or...the boy at the ferry came after him, wanting to see the real Bizhu?

Since he told Qingchan that he had a throat problem, he couldn't open his mouth to ask questions, so he could only pretend to the end.The girl in front of her didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, she didn't say a word, and walked in a hurry.

The two made several turns in the gorgeous corridor, and finally reached the backyard.In front of the eyes, the pool is lingering, the pavilions are sprawling, and the shadows are rippling. The vegetation is sparse and scattered. It doesn't look like a flower building, but like a back garden.

When a moon gate appeared, the girl turned her head and smiled, "It's just ahead, come quickly, girl."

Ling Guyue didn't care to look at the scenery in the backyard any more, and quickened her pace to follow.

Walking into the Moon Gate, you can see a lake with clear water, willows hanging down the banks, and a two-story building standing in the center of the lake.

"Qingyuxuan is here, girl, let's go." The girl smiled sweetly, pointed at the water pavilion, and then Shi Shiran left.

Ling Guyue hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the center of the lake along the stone path above the water.

There are windows on all sides of Qingyu Pavilion, surrounded by veils. When the wind blows on the lake, the veils are often blown up in all directions, like the hem of a girl's skirt.

Ling Guyue raised a layer of veils, and another layer rushed towards her face. The curtains filled the entire Qingyu Pavilion, making people feel as if they were in clouds and mist, so ethereal that they couldn't tell the direction.

Ling Guyue wanted to ask, but he always remembered that he could not make a sound. After walking around the curtain for a long time, he found that he came out from another door. He was very depressed. He only heard an elegant voice from the center, "Are you coming?"

Ling Guyue followed the voice and lifted the last veil, only to see a wooden couch and a small table in the room.

One person was half lying on the couch, sickly.

In the early autumn weather, the man was already wrapped in fox fur, and several layers of soft quilts were spread on the couch.

Seeing Ling Guyue coming, the man said: "I heard from Qing Chan that...you have a throat problem?" He half-closed his eyes, as if he didn't have the strength to say another word, and he couldn't stop crying after finishing speaking.

Ling Guyue nodded, thinking in her mind: Could this person be a doctor?Looking at him like this, he is a sick child, and he still wants to heal me?

Sure enough, the man waved at him, "Come here, let me see...your throat..."

Ling Guyue was stunned, and thought to herself: No matter how good his medical skills are, Adam's apple can be seen at a glance. If he finds out that I am not Bizhu...it will be troublesome.

The man seemed to see his worries, and said with a smile: "Don't worry... I won't..." Before he finished speaking, he continued to swear.

Seeing that his face turned from white to red quickly, Ling Guyue knew that he was seriously ill. Seeing a green glass cup on the coffee table, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

"Thank you... thank you..." The man took the cup, took a symbolic sip, then put it aside, then took out a porcelain bottle from the hidden compartment under the pillow, poured out two pills, and swallowed it with his head up. The sound of □□ gradually became smaller.

After changing his position and lying down, the man said again: "You don't have a throat problem... right?"

Ling Guyue's eyes changed slightly, before she could figure out how to respond, that person said with certainty: "You are not Bizhu..."

"How did you find out?" Ling Guyue blurted out, he looked down at the collar, his neck was tightly blocked, and no flaws were exposed.

The man glanced at his flat chest, and said calmly: "In our building, we never accept girls without breasts..."

Ling Guyue frowned, the corners of her mouth were drawn down, her murderous intent suddenly appeared, "If you tell this matter, I will make you unable to speak from now on."

"Who do you want me to tell?" The man didn't panic, but asked with a smile.

"The landlord here."

"But he already knows," the man's smile faded, "I am the host..."

The author has something to say: within the last half hour of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I would like to say to everyone: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! MUA~~~

Osamu