Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Yu Qishu bid farewell to the four of them, returned to the boat on Hanshan, and was immediately greeted by the three brothers from Chongbi Peak.

"See Junior Sister Song?" "How is Junior Sister Song?"

Yu Qishu: "Uh, it's pretty good."

It was the first time he traveled, and he still didn't understand this complex - the life ideal of countless sword cultivators, besides proving the Tao, is to find a gentle medical fellow.

Yu Qishu pointed to the boat of Song Qianyi and the others: "She hasn't gone far, brothers can go and say hello."

The three of Chongbi Peak raised their eyes to the sky, and tacitly kept silent—letting Hanshan Sword Cultivator take the initiative to strike up a conversation with a female Cultivator is more difficult than practicing swords to prove the Tao.

Han Shan's boat turned around and headed for the temporary lake island.The people who watched them secretly also dispersed, the number of boats was less than half, and the lake became more open.

Many people saw Mingyue Lake's statement, and thought that the Hanshan Sword Sect would be isolated by the various factions when they showed up this time.Unexpectedly, this was not the case. Some young disciples who had participated in the Vast Sea Secret Realm took the initiative to come to meet Yu Qishu.

Some young geniuses are usually lonely and arrogant, they don't like each other, and they even have a little holiday. When they are in front of Yu Qishu, their attitude is quite friendly, they only talk about cultivation, weather, scenery, and don't ask whether Meng Xueli is a man or a demon.

Yu Qishu sent peach blossoms everywhere, made friends, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. She felt that she was lucky, and the fellow Taoists she met were very polite.After thinking about it again, it is because the master and the elder brother had formed a good relationship and planted good fruits, and he received the shade of the master's family, so he has good luck today.

Before going down the mountain, the head of Hanshan told his disciples to be careful. Now that they really came to Mingyue Lake, unexpectedly, the atmosphere in Hanshan's team was happy, and when they encountered sarcasm, they laughed it off, showing the style of the martial arts.

Encouraged by Yu Qishu, the three of Chongbifeng even planned to chat with Song Qianyi, and the other classmates came to join in the fun.

Zhang Suyuan: "My master is good at calligraphy and painting, so I made a painting."

Yu Qishu: "...Here, don't let her see it." He couldn't tell what was wrong, but the person in the painting was indeed much uglier than Song Qianyi himself. It should be drawn after magnifying the shortcomings and ignoring the advantages.

He Ming: "I have prepared a sword dance."

"Pfft!" Yu Qishu spat out a sip of tea: "Are you still planning to dance the sword?"

Li Wei: "I hit a sword spike."

Yu Qishu covered her mouth and coughed again and again: "But she's not a swordsman!"

Although Yu Qishu was inexperienced, at least she had read Hu Si's diary, so she sincerely suggested: "Don't mention the sword, just praise her first."

There must be some reason why the Tianhu realm master can marry so many wives.

Zhang Suyuan took out the notebook that he carried with him: "Wait, I'll write it down. Praise."

All the sword cultivators had a serious discussion, and the atmosphere was dignified, just like discussing the Tao and competing with swords.

Yu Qishu: "Yes, nuns like to hear compliments."

But how to praise?The cold mountain sword cultivators thought about it, there happened to be two senior sisters from Ziyan Peak in the team this time, so it's better to ask them for advice.There are not many sword masters in the cold mountain girl, and they all learn from the master of Ziyan Peak, and practice the sword of thunder and fire.What is more authentic than swordsmanship is thunderous temper.

"What kind of compliment does senior sister like to hear the most?"

Ziyan Peak Master's disciple replied: "Of course I praised my swordsmanship!"

"So it's so easy." The three of Chongbifeng cheered each other up: "This time everything is ready, let's go!"

They found out that Song Qianyi was visiting at the Xiashan School's courtyard, and decided by drawing lots to send Zhang Suyuan as a representative, taking the first historic step.

There are many female nuns in Xiashan and Songfenggu, and they often gather together to play cards, gossip, and do needlework.

"Junior Sister Song, take a step to speak!" Zhang Suyuan was very nervous, his mouth was dry, "Do you remember me?"

Song Qianyi thought for a while, nodded and smiled.

Zhang Suyuan plucked up his courage and said: "Song Daoyou's medical skills are superb, and his hands are rejuvenated. The sight of the secret place in the vast sea is unforgettable to this day. I wonder if there has been any improvement recently?"

Song Qianyi was a little startled, and asked in amazement: "You want to learn medical skills with me? Aren't you a swordsman?"

"No, of course it's not a competition!"

"Then you are here for treatment?"

"It's not a cure either! I mean..." Zhang Suyuan's face turned red, and suddenly he had an idea, "Do you see me dancing swords?!"

Song Qianyi was confused: "Thank you, I won't watch."

Zhang Suyuan was speechless.

Song Qianyi: "Is there anything else?"

"No, no more."

"My friends are still waiting for me." Song Qianyi smiled politely, "See you next time."

A group of sword cultivators emerged from behind the forest, watching Song Qianyi's slim back as she walked away.

Zhang Suyuan sighed dejectedly: "I was rejected, and I have failed you all."

All the sword cultivators comforted him one after another:

"It doesn't matter, many of our seniors in Hanshan, after being rejected by the female cultivator, worked hard to practice swords and eventually became a generation of elders."

"Yes, so it's better to practice swords. Love, true love, and Taoist couples are all false, and the sword will always accompany you."

One of the youngest disciples questioned in a low voice: "Why does Sword Master have a Taoist partner? Even if Elder Meng is really a demon, I think it's fine. It's better to have one than nothing..."

The senior brothers put on the faces of "experts" and reasoned with him: "When you become Sword Master, you will naturally understand!"

"That's a sword master, and it can't be measured by ordinary laws!" "So we still have to work hard to practice swords and strive to become a sword master."

On the other side, a group of female cultivators from Xiashan and Songfenggu welcomed Song Qianyi back.Their colorful skirts fluttered, their rings jingled, and they gathered together with round fans to laugh and laugh.

"Junior Sister Song, you haven't come back for a long time. What did that person tell you just now?"

Song Qianyi was still confused: "It's nothing, an inexplicable Hanshan swordsman asked me if I would like to watch Wujian."

All the female cultivators felt the same way.

"Last time, there was a Hanshan swordsman who asked me if I would fight Jiansui, and kept the sword in three sentences."

"They're all like that. They just like to show off their swords and don't care about anything else."

So everyone came to a conclusion: Hanshan sword repair is always inexplicable.

Yu Qishu was out of place among the crowd of "inexplicable swordsmen", and stood out from the crowd, because he could actually send flowers, and men and women were not taboo!

The female cultivators discussed in private, saying that after the Lord of Tianhu, Hanshan had a second outlier.

With great fame comes trouble.The Qiushui Sencha Conference has not yet officially started, and Wu Xiu has been dissatisfied. With the tacit consent of the host, he came to the door in the name of discussing Taoism, and asked Yu Qishu to discuss by name.

Yu Qishu is very proficient at "discussing", he is like competing with Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao on the viewing platform of Changchun Peak, but instead of being pointed out, he becomes pointing out others.

The two sides agreed not to use the real essence, and he won lightly, pointing out the opponent's shortcomings calmly, and giving a peach blossom as a gift.

You have a sword, I have a peach blossom.You have a sharp sword, but I still have peach blossoms.

Let your wind, frost and sword be strict, and my sleeves are empty, just like a peach blossom.

No matter who comes to fight with provocations and tentative minds, they will eventually lose their temper by this kind of peach blossom offensive.

Contrary to Yu Qishu's unrestrained and easygoing, like a fish in water, Song Qianyi and others are in a bad situation.

Their investigation of Jing Di's matter attracted the attention of the elders of the Shimen.

When Song Qianyi bid farewell to the female cultivators of the Xiashan School and returned to the guest courtyard where her school lived, she felt that the atmosphere was not right.The Qingya courtyard was silent, the laughing brothers and sisters in the courtyard on weekdays were nowhere to be seen, the doors were closed everywhere, and they probably all huddled in their respective rooms to practice.

Only her master stood under an old pine tree, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine, and the profound coercion of the Taoist realm faintly overflowed.

Song Qianyi stepped forward and saluted: "Master."

Master Qinghe turned around and took a deep look at her: "Qianyi is back."

The courtyard arranged by Mingyue Lake for them is paved with finely crushed white stones, and green pines are planted all over the roadside.The breeze is blowing, and the pines are bursting, making all the visitors of Songfeng Valley feel at home.

This is Mingyue Lake's quiet show of favor and wooing, and Master Qinghe readily accepts it.

At this time, he didn't help the disciple who was saluting, but just took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve, and shook it away with a "crash".The paper is thin and thin, and through the sunset light, you can see the four lines of lower script with hairpin flowers on it.The handwriting should be beautiful and beautiful, but between the turning and turning of the strokes, it shows a sharp color.

Mingyue Lake is humid, and the ink marks on the paper are not dry. It should have been written in the past two days.

Song Qianyi's face turned pale.Before she went out, this piece of paper was still on the desk. Which sister would present it to the master?

Master Qinghe lowered his eyes, and recited in a deep voice: "If you don't spare thousands of dollars to buy an old cellar, it's a luxury to exchange a sword for wine. If you repay your confidant with your blood, it can still melt Bi Tao."

Only then did he help Song Qianyi up, with no expression of joy or anger: "This is the poem you wrote for Jing Di."

Song Qianyi lowered her head: "Master..."

But she couldn't articulate an excuse.Jing Di is good at wine, and once spent a lot of money to buy a 300-year-old wine cellar.When he has no money to buy wine, he can even send his personal sword "Bing Jing Yu Lun" to a pawn shop for money.These things are so famous that there is no second person in the world who can do them.If it is not about Jingdi, who else can I write about?

"What a 'rewarding a confidant with passion'." Master Qinghe sneered, and suddenly shouted, "How did I teach you such an apprentice? Indulging in personal affairs and disregarding the overall situation of the sect!"

Song Qianyi was dripping with cold sweat, but her eyes were firm: "Master calm down, the master's upbringing is a great kindness, and I will never forget it. This disciple has never done anything to humiliate the master!"

Master Qinghe looked at her, Song Qianyi didn't hide or dodge, the master and apprentice confronted each other silently, the wind calmed down and the air froze.

After a while, Master Qinghe's expression softened a little, as if he was a strict teacher just now, but now he is a loving father:

"I have a lot of disciples under my teacher. Although you are young, you have the best talent and your temperament is the most similar to when I was young. You will be the master of Songfeng Valley in the future. Your private affairs are also important matters of the sect. Which kid will join you , that was his good fortune."

He sighed for a long time, as if he felt regretful: "If you like Mingyue Lake Sword Cultivator, there are many young heroes to choose from. Jing Di doesn't know current affairs, so he is not a good match. Don't ask any more questions about him."

"No..." Song Qian wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by the master's hand.

"You are smart and smart, you can guess it without telling me as a teacher, why don't you tell me clearly. If Songfenggu and Mingyue Lake get married, both parties will be happy to see it happen. But the teacher will not force you." Qinghe Zhenren shook Shake the thin paper, "You like to write poems, you can continue to write. As a teacher, I will visit Yun Xuzi tomorrow and let you run a poetry club and hold a poetry meeting in Mingyue Lake. You can choose a sword repairer who is good at writing and ink, who can appreciate you What do you think of my talent and like-mindedness with you?"

Song Qianyi remained silent, she knew that this was Master's concession, or compensation.In this way, let her show off and show her favor.

"hiss--"

Master Qinghe tore the thin paper and tore it to shreds together with the verses on the paper:

"Master was also young. Who hasn't been young and ignorant and tempted for a while? But our monks have a long lifespan, and our emotions can't stand the time. Now we are full of enthusiasm. When you look back in a hundred years, everything will be cold."

Song Qian hesitated to speak, but finally bowed her head and said, "I would like to follow Master's instruction."

Master Qinghe raised his hand, and shredded papers flew all over the sky.His palm fell on Song Qianyi's shoulder, looking at this proud student, he smiled silently.

A direct disciple of Daoist Qinghe in Songfenggu will hold a poetry club in Huxinting, inviting young Taoist friends who like poetry to participate.Everyone who heard the news smiled knowingly.

At this juncture, each family sent to attend the meeting, originally with different purposes.Mingyue Lake wants to establish the majesty of the No. [-] faction; Xiashan wants to make the world's six great sects into the seventh; Many small sects come from all corners of the country, like weeds on the wall, just want to follow the trend to keep safe.

Song Qianyi got busy, besides running a poetry club, she also had fun with Xiashan nuns.It is said that the new head of the Xiashan School met her once, liked her very much, and even asked her to have dinner.Xu Sanshan, Liu Jing, and Zheng Mu also traveled to the mountains and rivers, admiring the scenery of lakes and mountains, and making new friends.

On the surface, they had given up on investigating Jing Di.

Before the official start of the autumn water, everything was back on track.

There are talented scholars and beautiful ladies on the lake, and small boats come and go.Occasionally, there is a sword repairer who controls his sword, splashing with water, and his clothes are not stained with dew.

The prison at the bottom of the lake is extremely cold, dark and isolated from the world.

Jing Di was completely forgotten, and people no longer mentioned him.

In the spring, he is still a young swordsman who invites friends and makes friends, and is high-spirited. In a blink of an eye, spring goes and autumn comes, the prosperity fades, and yesterday is like smoke.

***

In order to get acquainted with gentle, beautiful, and extraordinary medical practitioners, many sword cultivators who are illiterate also joined the poetry club.

Yu Qishu was recruited by the three senior brothers of Chongbi Peak to be a staff officer, but unfortunately his level is only considered to be above average, no better than some of Mingyuehu who had deliberately prepared, and his words were well-spoken, and he dominated the limelight.

Zhang Suyuan and others were not disappointed, they were very happy to see Song Qianyi.What's more, no matter how well the poems are written, Song Qianyi keeps a polite distance from everyone.

After several rounds of setting up, solving, and solving problems, the poetry club has created a lot of good and useless sentences, and it is agreed to come back tomorrow.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.Song Qianyi said goodbye to the three teammates.They have behaved normally recently, and the elders of Shimen finally relaxed their vigilance, and only then did they find a chance to meet.

Xu Sanshan couldn't wait to ask: "What does Xiashan say?"

Song Qianyi: "They are willing to give it a try."

Zheng Mu: "Bodhisattva bless you, there is finally some good news."

Song Qianyi turned to the formation talisman master: "How is the water prison formation? Can you enter?"

Liu Jing shook his head helplessly: "I only have an approximate location, so I dare not go deep into it. Mingyue Lake's mountain protection array is extremely powerful. Besides, you are on someone else's territory, investigating their ancestor's formation, and there are saints sitting here. Isn't this sending you to death?"

Xu Sanshan and Zheng Mu looked sad, but Song Qianyi didn't feel disappointed. She had other plans: "We outsiders can't get in touch with Jing Di, but their own people can always get in touch, so let the disciples of Mingyue Lake help us get in touch."

Xu Sanshan turned pale with shock: "Grandma Song, are you going to use a beauty trick? I found out that the elder guarding the water prison is three hundred years old, so I'm afraid he won't accept this."

Song Qianyi smiled ferociously, "You are beautiful!"

Xu Sanshan remained silent like a cicada.Liu Jing said in a low voice: "It's really time for all the sword cultivators who like you to come and see you like this."

Song Qianyi: "Don't talk nonsense, have you made the 'friends' you made?"

Zheng Mu: "Master Song, you want the Mingyue Lake Sword Cultivator who is the least assertive, most opportunistic, and least literate. Here are a lot of them. We will select a few and get to know them well. Here is the list. "

Song Qianyi: "That's good. We'll meet again tomorrow night, and the meeting will end."

On the second day, the Poetry Club held a meeting at the Huxin Pavilion, and an unexpected incident happened.

Song Qianyi chose a Mingyue Lake swordsman, handed him a piece of poetry, and asked him to stay and drink tea.

This "lucky guy" was overwhelmed by the flattery, bathed in the jealous, sad and indignant eyes of countless sword cultivators when they left, he couldn't help feeling elated.In terms of cultivation, he is not the best, in terms of appearance, he is not too conspicuous, and in terms of poetry, he can't understand at all.I never thought that I would still have this day, and I feel quite successful and famous, and I feel like I am honoring my ancestors.

After the others left, the person left behind couldn't believe it: "Junior Sister Song, is it really me?"

Song Qianyi covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Brother Li, look at these poems, they are not well written. They obviously don't understand, but they pretend to understand. At least you are honest, unlike them. As for explaining poems and writing essays, you can't do it." Learn."

Hearing this, Jianxiu Li, surnamed Li, seemed to see that he had embraced a beautiful woman and became the Taoist partner of the future head of Songfeng Valley. "

"Okay." Song Qianyi motioned him to look at the poem in his hand, "This is a couple of lines I picked up from my predecessors' old works, and put my love into the poem... You also have to reply me with poems. As for how to answer, you can figure it out yourself, and you can't ask for advice." Others. If you ask, I will always know, so I will ignore you."

Jianxiu surnamed Li hastily unfolded the poem, stumbled and read: "'I can't remember, I used to have a drink. You should be used to bewitching people. You always lose to him, and the rain turns your hand.' Is it just these two sentences?"

Song Qianyi smiled softly: "Yes, these two sentences are our secret, don't let others see."

Li Jianxiu, surnamed Li, smiled at her, like falling into the clouds: "Junior Sister Song, don't worry. I'll figure it out all night, and I'll get back to you tomorrow morning."

He took a boat out of the Huxin Pavilion, and was blown by the lake wind, so he calmed down and faced the harsh reality: If you don’t ask others, you can’t understand it at all, and you can’t answer it; Cheating, wouldn't it mean that in her eyes, I would lose even the only advantage of "honesty".Besides, the other sword cultivators are jealous of me now, and they might deliberately talk nonsense to embarrass me.

He was repeating those two poems silently, when a small boat came towards him, and a friend he had met recently greeted him.He took advantage of this to stop the other party and tell his new friends about this "sweet trouble", of course, mostly to show off.

Liu Jing fiddled with the array, and replied seemingly unintentionally: "You can think for yourself. If you ask, you will always reveal your secrets. There is no impenetrable wall in the world, unless you have one."

Li Jianxiu thought for a moment, his eyes suddenly brightened.A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind—isn't there a ready-made impenetrable wall at the bottom of Mingyue Lake?

Senior Brother Jing had the experience of walking around Mazhangtai and listening to music in a karaoke hall, Mingyue Lake's younger generation of disciples, he knows these things best.Brother Jing probably won't be able to get out in this lifetime, he will die in prison at some point, it's safest to ask him.

……

In the middle of the night, the team that lost its captain met secretly again.

Song Qianyi: "How is it?"

"I just saw with my own eyes that the man went to the water prison." Liu Jing asked, "I knew it was going so smoothly, you should write more, there are only two sentences, can Jing Di understand?"

The beast master, who never read books, scratched his head: "What does that mean? You should be used to fighting people, always losing to him, turning clouds and rains..."

Song Qianyi said: "I'm telling Jing Di that we haven't forgotten the friendship we had drinking together. Knowing that he was killed this time, it made him think about it. We are trying to save him."

Zheng Mu: "It's so complicated, Bodhisattva bless him to understand it!"

Song Qianyi: "Although he doesn't have the bottom line to be an asshole, fortunately he has a good brain and can definitely understand."

……

"Boom——" the heavy stone door opened, and a gleam of light entered the dungeon at the bottom of the lake.

Someone held a lamp, fumbled forward, and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Jing, I'm here to see you."

In the depths of the darkness, at the end of the water prison, a person sat cross-legged quietly, closing his eyes and not speaking.

The visitor leaned closer to the black iron railing and began to chatter, nothing more than to understand the painstaking efforts of the master, don't make things difficult for yourself, and so on, it's all commonplace.Since Jing Di was imprisoned in the water prison, at first there were always disciples trying to visit him and persuade him, but gradually, fewer and fewer people came, until there were none.

Now these words, the speaker is absent-minded, and the listener is deaf.

The former couldn't help feeling disheartened, and still bit the bullet and said:

"Senior brother Jing, it's not easy for me to sneak in once. The thing is like this, a female doctor who likes poetry and prose came up with a test to test me. The matter is very important, brother, let me take a look. Just one look, okay?"

Hearing that, the man slowly opened his eyes.He has a pair of beautiful eyes, and the light of the sky is not seen in the prison, but it is brighter than before.

The disciple hastily unfolded the poem note: "Just these two sentences, with no beginning and no end, I really can't understand them. Do you understand poetry, brother?"

The man didn't speak for a long time, his voice was extremely hoarse: "I understand."

The faint candlelight approached, illuminating Song Qianyi's handwriting.

Jing Di was shocked and closed his eyes.When he opened it again, his eyes were calm and his voice was still hoarse:

"She's complaining about the bad weather in Mingyue Lake, with repeated clouds and rain. Please comfort her."

The disciple was overjoyed, took a pen and paper and made a gesture to record: "How do you answer?"

"Looking back at the bleak place, when I return, there is no wind, rain or sunshine."

The disciple was overjoyed: "Thank you, Senior Brother Jing! Thank you, Senior Brother Jing!"

……

"Go back?" Xu Sanshan frowned and stared at Shi Jian: "Where are you going? What the hell does that mean?"

Although the handwriting was unfamiliar, they all knew that this was Jing Di's reply.

Song Qianyi frowned: "He told us to leave this matter alone and go back to our respective houses. As long as we go back, it doesn't matter whether it's sunny or rainy." She tore up the poem, "Bah, I've come this far, how can I stop?"

The seemingly smooth situation now is the result of her repeated calculations and painstaking efforts. Every step is taken with trepidation, like walking on thin ice.

Since coming to Mingyue Lake, Song Qianyi felt deeply sad, and a sense of injustice lingered in her heart, which lingered for a long time.

The matter of Jing Di was not covered up so that no one knew about it, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that something was wrong, but no one dared to ask more questions, no one was willing to ask.Everyone acquiesces, even if you ask, what results can you ask, can you question the saint?

For a doctor, depression is very dangerous, she needs to be calm.

But the friendship between friends has nothing to do with Fengyue, but it is more important than a thousand catties.

From the day she left that evocative four-line poem, her battle began.

Song Qianyi thought for a while, and took up a pen and wrote: "From now on, we need to write less poems and Fu, and keep our soul and soul together."

Without waiting for her teammates to ask questions, she first explained: "I told him to shut up, save some energy, cooperate with our actions, and prepare to escape."

The other three were only responsible for nodding and making a sound of sudden realization.

Xu Sanshan asked: "How do we act? Shall we rob the prison?"

For this grand meeting to discuss the time, many big figures in the practice world gathered in Mingyue Lake, but the four of them, Xiao Xiami, had to do something under the watchful eyes of the elders of the master, no doubt facing huge risks and pressures.

Song Qianyi said: "What are you thinking? Prison is the death, wait for Xiashan..." Before she finished speaking, her face changed suddenly, "Who is where?"

The dense forest was rustling, the other three turned around in unison, raised their breaths and flew over, and simultaneously shot out the magic weapon in their hands, but stopped immediately.

"why you?"

"I didn't mean to listen!" Yu Qishu wanted to cry without tears, and raised her hands, "I came to this place first!"

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PS: The poems in this chapter are adapted from Qiu Jin's "Dairy Wine", Su Dongpo's "Fixing the Storm", and Gu Zhenguan's "Golden Strand Song". There are slight changes, they are all nonsense, don't take it seriously...