Cold Sword Perched Peach Blossom

On the eighth day of the eighth day, it snowed heavily.

The maid Fuhua was holding a big bamboo basket in her hand. She was not tall, and she was wearing a plain cotton dress, walking lightly on the steep mountain road.

At this time, the snow was getting stronger, and the space between the sky and the earth was white, and the treetops and the ground were covered with thick snow.The mountain road is steep, Fuhua's pace is not fast, it seems to be hindered by the heavy snow, but if you look carefully, you can find that the distance between each of her footprints on the snow is exactly the same, no more, no less cents.

There are no birds or animals in the mountains, only the rustling of snowflakes falling.After walking for an unknown amount of time, the expressionless Fuhua spit out a mouthful of pure white mist, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't help walking a few steps faster. She bypassed a tall crooked-neck pine, a tall The gazebo came into view.

The gazebo is built on the cliff, and it complements the crooked-necked pine trees on the side. The gazebo has two floors, and is tightly covered with bamboo curtains. Even snow can't move it.

Fuhua walked to the gazebo, the smile on her face became stronger, she stretched out her hand to lift the bamboo curtain, and called out in a sweet tone: "Young master..." But just as the young master called out, she found that the gazebo was empty, her face The smile on his face froze immediately, and turned into annoyance and worry. He put the bamboo basket in his hand heavily on the ground, then turned and walked towards the mountain behind him.

Holding back her strength, Fuhua walked up the mountain path, and finally saw the person she was looking for on a big rock halfway up the mountain.

It was a young man in a snow-white fox fur, with his back to the floating flowers, he seemed to be concentrating on something, and he didn't even know who was coming behind him. Her hair was tied behind her head, and a few strands of hair hung by her ears, blowing with the cold wind.

He didn't know how long he had been here, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on his head and shoulders, as if he would completely merge into the cold mountain in front of him in the next moment.

Fuhua frowned, and called softly: "Master."

The young man turned his head, revealing a handsome face, with thin lips, straight nose, and clear eyebrows, but the pair of eyes that were supposed to be black were lighter in color than ordinary people, at first glance, it would make people feel empty-eyed illusion of things.Probably due to being frozen for too long, his lips turned a faint purple, which is not annoying to look at, but has a kind of elegance like ink, but this elegance makes people feel as if he is about to disappear.

"Young Master!!!" Seeing the man's appearance, Fuhua was annoyed, she didn't care about anything, and hurriedly stepped forward to complain, "How long have you been out, it's such a cold day, what should I do if I froze!"

The man was sitting on the rock, and when he heard his maid scolding him, he showed a somewhat guilty expression, and quickly stood up from the rock, patted the snowflakes on his body, and said softly: "I've been in the pavilion for too long, I'm tired , I wanted to come out for a walk."

"Master!!!" The maid wanted to say a lot, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back abruptly. Seeing the man's appearance, she could only complain in a low voice, urging her young master to return to the gazebo quickly. .

The young master responded, but did not move his feet. He blinked his pale eyes, and said innocently: "Fuhua, I found something interesting."

Fuhua said: "What?"

The young master said: "Come and see."

Fu Hua pursed her lips, walked to the young master's side, looked in the direction he pointed, but saw a small beige flower on the whole snow-covered stone, blowing in the cold wind Trembling, fragile as if the next moment will be uprooted by the biting wind.

"How can there be a flower." Fuyun said, "It's already winter..."

"I'm also curious." The young master squinted his eyes and smiled, "So I watched it for a while, let's go, go back." He said, gently stroked the tender petals of the little flower with his hands, and his movements were one-of-a-kind gentle.

Seeing the young master's movements, Fu Hua frowned indistinctly, but she didn't say anything, but quietly followed the young master, softly urging the young master to go back quickly.

The little yellow flower was still swaying in the cold wind, until a sword qi that came out of nowhere suddenly swung across, cutting off the little yellow flower by the roots, and shattered into fine dust in the wind.

The young master walked back to the gazebo slowly, opened the curtain, and felt a rush of hot air. There were several pots of strong charcoal fire burning in the middle of the gazebo, keeping the whole interior of the pavilion dry and warm, but the smell of charcoal fire inside made the whole pavilion dry and warm. The young man couldn't help but bent down and coughed a few times, an abnormal blush appeared on his pale cheeks, and the maid Fuhua frowned again.

"Young Master." Fuhua hurriedly said. "I prepared pear water for you to moisten your lungs. I asked Yurui to buy the pears yesterday. They are still fresh. You should drink them while they are hot."

The young master waved his hand: "Drink later." He sat down on the recliner, casually put the white fox fur beside him, propped his chin with his hands, and casually looked at the snow scene outside through the gap in the bamboo curtain.Although the bamboo curtain has seams, it is not ventilated, as if some invisible thing separates the outside from the inside.

"Master." Fuhua whispered, "It's time for you to eat." She bit her lower lip, her beautiful face showed a feminine and sad look, "You haven't eaten all day."

The young master asked without answering, "Has the sword meeting started yet?"

"It's started." Fuhua responded in a low voice, "Second Young Master said, if you want to see..."

"No." The young master said, "Let's eat."

Fu Hua sighed happily, and quickly took out the food she brought out of the bamboo basket one by one, and placed it in front of the young master, she read brokenly: "The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are all in bloom, old man Zhang who sells candied haws I haven't started work yet, and I still want to ask Yu Rui to buy two skewers for the young master, don't the young master like to eat his family's candied haws the most, and the white rice cakes from Chen's shop...Master...Master..." She said She was listening, only to find that the man in front of him stopped moving his hands, his head was tilted slightly, his breathing gradually became even, and even his eyes were closed.

Fuhua opened her mouth slightly, then closed her lips again, she didn't wake up the man, but sat quietly beside her.The food in front of me is still exuding a strong aroma, and the charcoal basin in the house occasionally makes a crisp crackling sound.She stared at the person in front of her, as if a dull sigh escaped from her chest, she swallowed that sigh forcefully, and in the end, she was rewarded with pity almost overflowing from her eyes.

Kunlun has jade, which is famous all over the world.However, the one more famous than Kunlun Jade is the sword master named Lin on Kunlun Mountain.

Those who seek the way to immortality are like crucian carp crossing the river. The outstanding ones are no more than mediocre, but the Lin family on Kunlun Mountain can produce the great sword repair that shakes the world.

The young master of Fuhua is the youngest son of the head of the Lin family, named Lin Rufei.When Lin Rufei was born, a vision descended from the sky, and thousands of birds turned towards the phoenix. In the evening sunlight, they turned into soaring firebirds. They circled the Kunlun Mountains for a long time, and only reluctantly left when night fell.

Therefore, the Lin family also placed high hopes on the youngest son and named him Rufei.

Fei, the king of jade, they hope that this child will shine like the most beautiful jade on Kunlun Mountain.

Backfired.

When Lin Rufei was three years old, Lin Rufei was determined by the ancestors of the Lin family to be unable to practice swords.Such qualifications can only be described as dull.

Lin Rufei didn't sleep too deeply. He tilted his head, drooping heavily, and woke up suddenly from the light dream.In her sleepy eyes, she saw her maid Fuhua half-kneeling on the soft cushion in front of the table, staring blankly at the steaming food, Lin Rufei shook her head to wake herself up from the trance, Lazily picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat.

Fu Hua also came back to her senses, with a happy expression on her face.

The food was exquisite, and every dish was Lin Rufei's favorite, but he ate it carelessly, as if he was always distracted.

Fuhua asked: "What are you thinking, young master?"

Lin Rufei said: "The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are blooming, are the monkeys still there?"

Fuhua said warmly: "Of course it is, does the young master want to see the peach blossoms?"

Lin Rufei was a little frustrated: "Then don't watch it."

Fuhua said: "If the young master is not happy, I will go down the mountain and drive those monkeys away."

Lin Rufei shook her head and said nothing.

The climate at the top of the mountain and the bottom of the mountain is different. At this time, it is the height of spring at the bottom of the mountain, and everything is recovering. Near Kunlun, there is a luxuriant peach blossom forest. At this time, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and many people will come to watch them.It's just that there are a lot of nasty monkeys in this peach blossom forest, and they often disturb passers-by.However, this group of monkeys is also very discerning. When they see something difficult to deal with, they never strike. Instead, they often bully scholars and girls who are helpless.

"You go." Fuhua was about to say something, but Lin Rufei waved her hand, signaling her maid to leave, "I'm a little tired."

"Young master, let's go down the mountain." Fu Hua begged, "It's so cold on this mountain, and your body is weak, if something goes wrong with the freezing, Second Young Master must not wring my head off."

Lin Rufei smiled and said, "It's okay, I will stop it."

Fuhua persuaded again: "If you don't like to stay in the mountains, let's go around and relax."

Lin Rufei was unmoved, but closed her eyes and signaled that she was going to sleep.Seeing this, Fuhua's eyes were full of tears, and after a long while, she said aggrievedly: "That Fuhua really left."

"Go, go, be careful." Lin Rufei said, "Bring me some books next time, I'm almost done reading here."

Fu Hua hummed, but reluctantly got up and left the gazebo.

Lin Rufei closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, until Fu Hua's figure disappeared into the wind and snow, he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of sleepiness in those eyes, they were clearly full of cunning.

Lin Rufei casually picked up the fox fur next to her and put it on her body. Without even putting on her shoes, she ran all the way to the mountainside, but when he got there, she didn't see what she wanted to see.

"Hey, where's the little flower." Lin Rufei covered her mouth and coughed a few times, "Didn't you just be here..." His eyes wandered around the boulder for a long time, but he couldn't find the little yellow flower he just spotted. Son, it was strange, but he was lightly patted on the shoulder.

When he turned his head, he saw a man in green clothes with a long sword slung across his face looking at him tenderly.

Lin Rufei's expression froze, and after a long time, she called out like a gnat, "...Brother." This person was her second brother, Lin Bianyu.

Lin Bianyu asked, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Rufei said: "...just take a look."

"How long will we stay on the mountain?" the man asked again.

Lin Rufei felt a tickle in his throat. He knew the situation was not good, and wanted to cover his mouth with his hand to suppress it, but his body shook violently.

Seeing this, Lin Bianyu sighed softly: "Cough if you want, I can still blame you."

Lin Rufei smiled wryly, and as soon as she let go of her hand, she coughed out of breath and almost lost her breath.

"The scenery at the bottom of the mountain is beautiful, and the peach blossoms are also in bloom." When Lin Rufei calmed down, Lin Bianyu said, "Go down and have a look. It's cold on the mountain, so it's not suitable to stay for a long time."

Lin Rufei knew in her heart that he was doing it for her own good, so she could only nod in agreement.

A man is not a character that is easy to fool, he raised his chin slightly, and signaled Lin Rufei to pack his things, which would take him down the mountain.

Lin Rufei had no choice but to walk slowly towards the gazebo. The man followed behind him slowly without urging him.

There was nothing to pack in the gazebo. Lin Rufei looked left and right, and finally only took a volume of "Shan He Zhi" which she had just read halfway last night.

Lin Bianyu looked at the book in his hand and asked him how much he had read.

"I've read most of it." Lin Rufei asked with a smile, "Second brother traveled to the lower reaches of the mountains, but have you ever been to the places written in the book?"

"Most have gone." Lin Bianyu said flatly, "It's not interesting."

Lin Rufei just laughed and didn't speak.

Seeing that Lin Rufei had put away her things, Lin Bianyu stretched out her hand and hugged Lin Rufei into her arms. Just as Lin Rufei was about to protest, Lin Bianyu glanced at him: "Do you want Fuhua to hug you?" go down?"

Lin Rufei was at a loss for words, as if being carried down the mountain by a girl didn't get any better.

"I'm your brother." Lin Bianyu's voice was as cold as ice, "Whoever dares to gossip, I'll cut off his tongue."

Lin Rufei heard the words and had no choice but to stop talking and let Lin Bianyu go - he knew that Lin Bianyu was not talking harshly.

Back then, because of his qualifications, there were some rumors on Kunlun Mountain. Lin Bianyu, who returned from the parade, found out all those gossiping people, challenged them one by one, defeated them one by one, and used the natal sword named Tianxiao Cut off their tongues one by one.From then on, no one in Kunlun Mountain dared to say anything against Lin Rufei, even if he was a waste who couldn't even lift a sword.

Lin Bianyu carried Lin Rufei out of the gazebo, tiptoed, soared into the air, and went all the way down the mountain.

The wind and snow in the air were completely separated by the sharp sword energy. Lin Rufei half-closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his pale skin, and the breath of ice and snow in his nose gradually melted away. In the blink of an eye, the surroundings are already a spring scene of flowers and grass.