[Jian San + Gu Long] Put that flower and I will come!

The night is deep.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the stars are lonely, and the smooth mirror-like lake surface seems to be a dark amber stone with shimmering light.

The faint mist permeated the lakeside, as if it had cast a light veil on this peerless beauty, making it difficult for people to see her true face clearly.

But to a blind man, all of this is just an illusion.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it has nothing to do with a blind man.

The young man in fancy clothes stood by the Daming Lake, quietly "looking" into the distance with empty and lonely eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, his ears moved slightly.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes that seemed to be "looking out" moved in one direction.

On a windless night, there are slight ripples on the surface of the lake without waves.

A very slight movement, ordinary people may not even notice that the ripples also have sound, but to the blind, the sound is no less clear than the gurgling of water in the ear.

A dark figure rapidly approached the surface from the bottom of the water.

"Whoa!"

Accompanied by splashes of water, the calmness of the lake was broken, and a little girl in dark green clothes drenched emerged from the water, holding a lyre in her hand. piano.

The little girl just raised her head, and saw the young man smiling at her under the moonlight, she couldn't help saying in surprise: "Ah Yun?" Strange, how did Ah Yun know that I would go ashore here?

The young man nodded slightly, listened to the voice and debated his position, and he was sure that the child was not far away from him, so he stretched out his hand.

The little girl looked at the hand stretched out in front of her. The man's palm was wide and his five fingers were slender. Except for a few calluses where he held the pen, there was no wound, just like the hand of any young man in a rich and luxurious dress.

Without hesitation, the hand that was soaked in water was cold and took it up.

"This piano has been destroyed, why do you have to go through all this for it?" Yuan Suiyun said softly, feeling the cold fingers in his palm, carrying the moisture of the lake, while exerting all his strength to pull him out of the water.

The little girl stood firmly beside the boy, looking at the lyre in her arms, the lake water slipped from the lyre and dripped on the ground, forming a puddle of water.

The strings can be changed, but the body...is ruined.

Even if she disassembled the whole piano, dried it, lubricated it with tung oil, changed the strings and tuned it...

The little girl raised her face and smiled calmly: "Anyway, I want to try."

She plucked the strings lightly, and the sound was dull, no longer clear and vigorous.

But just now, it was also the wailing that seemed to be wailing from the ruined people.

Such a beautiful voice...

Yuan Suiyun couldn't see it, so he didn't know how many inexplicable complex emotions were in the eyes of the girl beside him, which was as dark as the moon under the sea.

"I've tried it before I know whether I should give up."

She hugged the piano tightly, and the strings were pulled into her palm.

Yuan Suiyun sighed softly, and a person walked out from the shadow of the big tree behind him, it was Ding Ji.

After Ding Ji handed the things in his hand to his young master, he returned them.

"Wrap it up first, even though it's summer, if you're not careful, you'll get wind and cold." Yuan Suiyun said, shaking off the things Ding Ji gave him, and covering the little girl who was all wet—it was a cape.

Perhaps it should be said that someone is really crow's mouth, the girl hadn't woken up the next day, Yuan Suiyun, who lived next door, could already hear the incessant sneeze.

"Ayun, you're such a crow's mouth...Ah Choo!" Picking up a pen, she wrote a prescription for herself and handed it to Ding Ji to grab the medicine. The little girl rubbed her nose and said sadly.

Yuan Suiyun was sitting by the window, stroking the qin with his hands, the sound of the qin was tinkling, and he said calmly: "Who jumped to Daming Lake in the middle of the night?"

"Forehead……"

The little girl who knew she was wrong touched her nose and turned her head guiltily.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the piano case that had been opened to reveal the belly of the piano and completely disassembled.

"By the way, Ah Wan, didn't you say that your medical skills are not good?" Suddenly remembering, Yuan Suiyun asked suspiciously, "But you just prescribed a prescription for yourself...it's very neat."

More than agile, she just finished writing the recipe in one go without thinking about anything - Yuan Suiyun couldn't help wondering if the girl just picked up a recipe and ate it with her proficiency.

"Ah, that, it's the medicine grandpa prescribed for children to prevent wind and cold," the little girl said casually. The prescription is good to use."

Yuan Suiyun was silent.

In other words, it was really silently writing just now...

... What a quack.

No wonder they refuse to heal people, even if they are doctors, they only heal wounds and poisons. It is better to hide this kind of medical skills from people to see.

Although he thought so in his heart, even Yuan Suiyun didn't realize that what appeared on his face at this time was neither ridicule nor disgust, but a gentle smile that seemed helpless.

He is so serious and responsible for other people, even strangers, how can he be so careless about his own body...

Gently pluck the strings with your fingers, and the sound of the piano, which is more lingering than the erhu, resounds in the room.

Compared with her sudden cold, the little girl cared more about other things: "How is Xiang Shuai's investigation going?"

"His clues are almost broken: my people are slow to go. Yang Song, the elder of the Zhushamen, and Song Gang, the second junior brother of Zuo Youzheng of the Tianxing Gang, the two people who kept the letter have already died. On the contrary, Tianyingzi, Lingjiuzi's brother Tianyingzi, one of the three swords in Hainan, was saved. However, Tianyingzi was seriously injured and is still in a coma. Even if he is awake, I am afraid that he has not seen anything useful. "Yuan Suiyun shook his head slightly, "The person who did it was extremely skilled in martial arts. If Ding Bing hadn't pulled Tian Yingzi, he might have died unconsciously."

With such a gap in martial arts, even if Tian Yingzi was still awake, he would not notice anything useful.

The little girl frowned: "Ding Bing didn't see anyone either?"

"I only saw a black shadow, leaving no clues."

"That's amazing..." The little girl's mouth was flattened, and the wind and cold were so fierce that she had no taste in anything she ate now. She just put an osmanthus candy in her mouth and only tasted the sweetness but not the fragrance of osmanthus.

Yuan Suiyun curled his mouth and was about to say something when he heard footsteps outside.

Ding Ji opened the door and brought back a few packs of medicine, as well as the latest news: "Chu Daxia went out. On the way, he saw He Shangu from the Tianxingmen walking suspiciously, so he followed. Now he has arrived. In the slums of Jinan City."

The little girl was opening the medicine bag to check the Chinese medicine inside, when she heard this, she asked curiously, "Why are you going there?"

"Listen, it seems that you are looking for a talented painter named Sun Xuepu?"

Who is that?

The little girl was very troubled that there was no Yinyuanhui in this place, otherwise if you spend a lot of money, you can basically buy any information as long as it is not confidential, and this kind of information such as checking personal information is extremely cheap.

hateful!Follow the Yinyuanhui disciples wherever you agreed to go!

Yuan Suiyun patted the sulking little girl amusedly, and said: "Sun Xuepu... If Sun Xuepu can draw, I remember my father mentioned it once."

"Twenty years ago, this man had a great reputation and specialized in painting for others. People at that time compared him to Cao Buxing and Wu Daozi. In the whole world, which lady from a famous family would not want to ask him to paint for her? Portraits? He has painted so many beauties.” Yuan Suiyun said, “But 20 years ago, this person suddenly disappeared, and he stopped painting. Father once went to check and found that he was blind. "

How can a painter pick up a paintbrush when he is blind?

His eyes can no longer see beautiful things, so what can he draw?

The little girl didn't expect such a person, she was silent for a while, and then asked: "Then He Shangu, why are you looking for Sun Xuepu?"

"She took a painting, which was drawn by Sun Xuepu 20 years ago before he went blind. He Shangu seems to be going to Sun Xuepu to ask who the person in the painting is."

"Painting, what painting?" The little girl frowned, she had never heard of any painting before.

What's more, at the moment when the second brother Song Gang was killed and the senior brother Zuo Youzheng disappeared, He Shangu didn't go to Chu Liuxiang to find out what was going on, and why did he go to find an artist?

unless……

"The painting on that painting is Qiu Lingsu, the number one beauty in Jianghu 20 years ago."

The little girl suddenly got up!

Qiu Lingsu... Mrs. Ren Ye Shuzhen was called Qiu Lingsu before she married Ren Ci!

No, calm down, it's not that bad for the time being... Only a few people know that Mrs. Ren is Qiu Lingsu, and Sun Xuepu probably doesn't know...

But Ding Ji said: "Sun Xuepu doesn't know the whereabouts of Qiu Lingsu, but he knows that Qiu Lingsu's only friend is Master Suxin in Wuyi Nunnery outside the city, so Xiangshuai has now..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Suiyun only heard the sudden wind blowing up around him, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the person who passed by him, but he only caught a piece of silk.

"Ah night!"

Ding Ji was shocked to see the little girl who was not surprised by her martial arts on weekdays jumped out of the window with the speed of the wind, and flew away like a big bird spreading its wings.

But his son stretched out his hand, and only tore off the sky blue embroidered handkerchief that the girl pinned on her waist.

"Young master..." Ding Ji called out, but when he saw the expression on his young master's face, his heart jumped and he dared not speak out.

Yuan Suiyun rubbed the embroidered handkerchief in his hand, his face sank like water.

It took a while for Ding Ji to hear his son's unrecognizable voice from above his head: "Prepare your horse, go to Wuyi Nunnery."

Ding Ji hurriedly bowed his head in response, and exited the door to make arrangements.

Before turning around, he subconsciously glanced at the people in the room, only to see that touch of sky blue disappearing between the young master's wide sleeves.