Listen to the wind blowing snow [Comprehensive + Sword III]

As the No. [-] martial arts family in the Central Plains, Wuzheng Villa is naturally not small in scale. Yu Tingfeng and Ximen Chuixue followed the original East Garden for a long time before reaching the reception hall of the main courtyard of the villa.

However, although this journey is long, it is not boring—everything is sluggish in the cold winter in the north, and the vegetation in Wuzheng Villa also looks decadent. However, what is rare is that this decadence has also been put to good use, pruned properly. Thinning branches, scattered fallen leaves, remaining snow that is still lingering... plus there are not many servants walking back and forth in the village, the whole is a bit cold, but it also creates a desolate artistic conception of "remnant lotus listening to the rain", which is worthy of painting.

Although Yu Tingfeng has been memorizing prescriptions since he can remember, and worshiped under Xinglin's sect, after all, Wanhua Valley is a place of elegance, and he will be more or less influenced by other masters. He has a good attainment, so instead of feeling bored seeing such a scene, he has a rare interest in painting with splash-ink.

It's just that this time she came to visit for the first time under the recommendation of Ximen Chuuxue, so she couldn't behave too casually, so she could only purse her lips, regretfully taking back the words that fell on the half-covered eaves of the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Looking at him, he dragged Ximen Chuuxue's clothes and followed Yuan Dongyuan into the living room.

Yu Tingfeng knew that if it wasn't for her household registration and waypoints, Ximen Chuuxue's temper would never have come to visit the original owner, so she didn't want to embarrass him, so she made up her mind to ask the original owner. Can you help me handle the household registration.Just considering that it was the first time for her to meet the original owner, she was thinking about how to ask it tactfully.

However, what I never expected was that when they entered the living room, the original owner didn't even say "please drink tea", Ximen Chuuxue had already opened his mouth directly, as always, straight to the point: "Can senior Yuan help with a household registration?"

Yuan Dongyuan was stunned for a moment, and finally understood the reason for Ximen Chuuxue's visit.He was puzzled at first, Ximen Chuuxue really didn't seem like he would stop by to visit old people.

——In fact, the relationship between Wuzheng Villa and Wanmei Villa is not that close at all. The biggest connection was four years ago when Ximen Chuuxue officially debuted under the name of Wanmei Villa.At that time, he faintly heard some rumors, and then he accepted a friend's invitation and sent a congratulatory post to Wanmei Villa in the name of Wuzheng Villa, and then forged a good relationship.But to be honest, the post from the original Dongyuan was of great help to Ximen Chuuxue. After all, Wuzheng Villa has a century-old reputation. A lot of small troubles in the world.And Wanmei Villa is also very nostalgic, and will send gifts to Wuzheng Villa every year and festival.In recent years, Wanmei Villa has become famous, and Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship is considered by the people in the world to be the existence of a new generation of sword gods. On the other hand, Wuzheng Villa is in a state of failure, and it is increasingly showing signs of irreparable decline. In the past two years, it was no longer Wuzheng Villa that favored Wanmei Villa, but Ximen Chuixue who caressed Wuzheng Villa.

Thinking of this, Yuan Dongyuan felt a little bitter.

However, the rise and fall of a family is a natural trend. Although he has the heart, he is powerless. It’s just that his talent is not outstanding, and his children are also difficult. It is hard to get a baby son after middle age. He is very talented and extremely intelligent. He was alert, but he lost his eyes due to a serious illness ten years ago, and his future has been bleak since then.

This is the end of the prosperity of Wuzheng Villa destined by God.

So he lived in seclusion, formed good karma, and taught his son to be kind to others, just to leave a few more paths for future generations. He only hoped that a hundred years later, when the reputation of Wuzheng Villa was declining, he would still remember the goodness of his original family, so that no one would hurt him. , and will not be retaliated by the enemy without anyone to help.

Yuan Dongyuan's mentality is very good - after all, he has considered even the worst possibility, even if he is depressed, it is only a momentary thing, he quickly raised his head again, and replied: "This is not a troublesome matter, Ximen Xian Just leave it to me, nephew."

——This is not a big talk, after all, the Yuan family has been operating in Taiyuan City for hundreds of years, not to mention getting a household registration for some black households, even the prisoners who have been imprisoned can be fished out by activities.

Hearing what Yuan Dongyuan said, Yu Tingfeng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked him genuinely with a smile.

Only then did Yuan Dongyuan know that it was the little girl who did not have a household registration—the little girl was innocent at first glance, so it would be easier to deal with it.

Now that he agreed, Yuan Dongyuan immediately started to do it.

At this time, Ximen Chuuxue planned to leave.

Yuan Dongyuan hastened to stay and said: "Nephew Ximen sees you like this, I'm going to be unhappy-you come here so rarely, I can still let you go out to stay in a hotel? Those next to Wuzheng Villa don't dare to say, empty house It's a lot, so let's stay here for a few days, and try the authentic Guanzhong pasta!"

Although Wuzheng Villa is definitely more comfortable than an inn, it is someone else's house after all, so it is not as comfortable as an inn. Yu Tingfeng originally wanted to leave like Ximen Chuuxue, but when he heard the "authentic Guanzhong cuisine" behind him, his eyes immediately widened. As soon as it lit up, he looked up at Ximen Chuuxue eagerly.

Ximen Chuuxue could only respond.

Yu Tingfeng laughed immediately, and said to Yuan Dongyuan, "Thank you, the original owner, for your hospitality."

Yuan Dongyuan waved his hands politely, then called the two people at the door in, and ordered: "You two, accompany Master Ximen and Miracle Doctor Yu around the villa—it's fun, I'll go to work first, excuse me. "

After Yuan Dongyuan left, Yu Tingfeng held his chin with one hand, raised his head, and unconsciously poked his index finger on his chin, then pulled Ximen Chuuxue and said, "This Zhuangzi is very beautiful, Ximen, let's go draw."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't care, so he nodded in agreement.

Then the servant at the side was very clever, and immediately told him to prepare the Four Treasures of the Study, and asked the two to find a place suitable for painting first.

Yu Tingfeng pulled Ximen Chuixue to the artificial lake with a pavilion that passed by when going back and forth.

But before he reached the lake, he heard a very beautiful piano sound coming from the direction of the lake pavilion.

Yu Tingfeng couldn't help but stop, and murmured: "...It's really nice." ——Probably not much inferior to Master Qin Sheng in Ten Thousand Flowers Valley.

Even Ximen Fuxue narrowed his eyes slightly, and nodded in admiration.

However, the piano sound didn't last long, and was interrupted by a violent cough.

The servant of Wuzheng Villa following behind the two of them immediately changed his expression, called "Young Master", nodded apologetically at Yu Tingfeng, and then quickly ran to the Huxin Pavilion.

The coughing stopped quickly.

After a while, a young man in fine clothes walked out of the pavilion with the support of the servant just now, leaning against the stone railing and looking at them with a smile.

The young man looked about 14 years old, his pale face showed weakness from a serious illness, but his appearance was delicate and gentle, with a just right smile on his lips, it was easy to make people feel good about him.

His eyes slowly swept over Ximen Chuixue and Yu Tingfeng, then pushed away the servants at the side, and cupped his hands from a distance: "I am Suiyun, two distinguished guests came from a long way, I should have greeted you with my father, However, I am not feeling well recently, so I can only give up. I never thought that I would meet here, but it is also fate—the two think that they have finished talking with my father? The wine is warming in the pavilion, why don't you go in and have a drink together?"

Not only is the smile gentle, but the voice is also very gentle and pleasant.Yu Tingfeng's eyes lit up—it was like the qin music just now, with a unique rhythm and very elegant words. , seems to have an aura similar to the disciples of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley.

Yu Tingfeng couldn't help but looked up at Ximen Chuuxue. Although he didn't say it clearly, it was clearly written in those big bright eyes-she liked this person.

Ximen Chuuxue nodded.

Then Yu Tingfeng ran up and down to the promenade leading to the lakeside pavilion by the lake, and then went to the pavilion.

Ximen Chuuxue followed behind her, with long legs walking slowly step by step, just keeping up with her speed, but his eyes unconsciously fell on Yuan Suiyun who was still leaning on the stone railing—if he remembered correctly, This former young master, like a friend of his friend, is blind.

Heavy curtains were hung on three sides of the Huxin Pavilion, and only one side was left for ventilation. Several braziers were lit to warm the wine, but it was not very cold.

After getting closer, Ximen Chuuxue found that the other party's eyes really had problems, but he moved freely and his demeanor was no different from ordinary people. If he hadn't known about it, no one would be able to tell that he was blind.

Yu Tingfeng didn't know it beforehand, so naturally he couldn't see it.Seeing that there was only wine in the pavilion, she first ordered a pot of boiled water for Ximen Chuixue, and then drank two cups of light wine. As soon as she warmed up, a servant brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Yu Tingfeng used to paint.

Listening to the movement around, Yuan Suiyun quickly understood: "Miss Yu wants to paint?" He blinked as he said, and smiled: "Miss Yu is not only good at medicine, but also good at painting. admiration."

"I'm actually not very good at Danqing~" Shaking off the rice paper and pressing it down with a paperweight, Yu Tingfeng picked out brushes of various materials and types sent by the original family, and said truthfully: "The main thing is the scenery of your Zhuangzi. It’s so pretty, I’m really itching not to draw it down…”

At this time, Yuan Suiyun suddenly sighed softly, and then said with a little perplexity: "... Is the scenery beautiful?"

"Yes, yes!" Yu Tingfeng picked out a wolf hair of the lowest quality, pulled it bald, and said, "Look at that piece of fake rock over there, leaning on that piece of dead wood, does it have a kind of vigor?" A humble feeling? And there..."

Yu Tingfeng kept changing the direction of his fingers, crackling and talking about several scenes, and was also weighing how to arrange the layout in his heart, completely ignoring the wry smile on Yuan Suiyun's face.

On the contrary, the servant of the Yuan family couldn't stand it any longer, and carefully reminded: "Don't talk about it, girl, my young master... he, he can't see it."

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Yu Tingfeng, who was about to draw the stone with the prepared bald pen, flicked her wrist and poked a hole in the rice paper, but she didn't care about it, and turned her head to look into Yuan Suiyun's eyes in disbelief.

Those eyes were very beautiful, but when I looked at them now, I found that there was no light on them, and the focus was blurred.

Thinking of what he said just now, Yu Tingfeng felt extremely uncomfortable.

But Yuan Suiyun still smiled at him calmly but kindly.

Yu Tingfeng suddenly lost his mind to paint.She threw away the brush, jumped in front of Yuan Suiyun in twos and threes, and pinched his chin in front of her eyes involuntarily.

Yuan Suiyun was caught off guard by her and pulled him over, and then felt as if a gaze was staring closely at his own eyes.

Then, there was the little girl's soft voice: "This, I seem to be able to cure..."

The moment I heard these words, it was as if my heart was seized, my breathing was stagnant, and even my normally sensitive ears suddenly became deaf for a moment...

So he couldn't see or hear——just after saying that sentence, Yu Tingfeng covered his mouth with regret.