Jun Bubai went straight to the second floor.
There is no one on the second floor, except for the fragrance of orchid grass floating around.
When Jun Bubai climbed the stairs, he heard the conversation between an old master and an old man in a wide robe on the first floor.
The old man in the broad robe was punched by Xie Husheng, and his internal injuries have not yet healed, so he will not come to stop him for the time being.
Jun Bubai took a deep breath of the fragrance of orchids to calm his mind, then used his tiptoes to jump up and look for the stairs to the third floor.
The study on the easternmost side of the second floor is a room full of bluegrass. Without the care of the old man in a broad robe, there is only the fragrance of grass and trees.
A young man in dark clothes jumped in from the half-open window, blowing up a gust of elegant wind, and the young man's face was hidden in the shadows.
The young man stopped and floated out of the house like the wind that came when he came, and stood on the porch, waiting for you to come.
There is a staircase to the third floor on the left side behind the boy.
The young man waited quietly for a moment, and what he saw was a swift sword.
The sharp sword wind blew away the fragrance of orchids gathered behind the young man.
"The sword of the Sword God is indeed worthy of its reputation."
The young man praised him, and the long robe on his body automatically spread out a river of ink in front of him, swallowing up the sword that was speeding towards him.
Jun Bubai walked over in white clothes without saying any greetings, and the sword intent in his hand was instantly released.
The Mo River in front of the young man expanded in response to the sword's intention, and the sound of surging waves could be heard.
The young man turned his head and looked behind him, and said with a smile: "This house of orchid grass that old man Lan finally got, please don't let it be ruined by you and me."
After the young man said this, he raised his hand, and his long and thin hand swept across the air. The entire second floor was eaten away by the expanding Mo River.
A dark sea was born at the feet of the two of them.
There is a bright moon above the head, scattered stars, and a slightly intoxicating sea breeze.
The young man took out a white book page from his arms, folded it into a paper boat in his hand, and threw it on the sea. The paper boat grew in the wind and grew to a size that the young man could stand on.
The ink-colored sea is like a beast dormant at night, able to swallow everything quietly.
Jun Bubai stood with his sword on the sea. The scene in front of him reminded him of his first encounter with Gong Xinyu at the Jiangjia Silk Shop in Suzhou.
If Jiang Fanyi hadn't taken action at that time, he wouldn't have been able to escape Gong Xinyu's Huangliang Yimeng.
Jun Bubai said: "Your handwriting reminds me of a person."
The paper boat under the young man's feet swayed leisurely, and the young man smiled and said: "Who is so similar to me? You might as well tell me more about the outside world. I have never stepped out of this building since I was born."
Jun Bubai couldn't see the young man's age clearly, but he caught a hint of sadness between his eyebrows and spoke: "I met a man named Gong Xinyu in Suzhou before. His technique can drag people into dreams. With you The approach is somewhat similar.”
The young man became interested and smiled on his plain face, "I have seen the name Gong Xinyu in a book. The technique of inducing people to fall into dreams is really tricky. I don't know how the poster got away."
Jun Bubai replied: "At that time, we had not entered the realm of selflessness, so it was Jiang Fanyi, the head of the Jiang family, who came to help."
The young man's smile grew stronger and he asked, "Have you ever seen Jiang Fanyi, the poster?"
Jun Bubai answered honestly: "I just came to Jinling and I haven't visited the Jiang family yet."
The young man sighed, "That's a pity."
The young man lowered his head and looked at the upper of his shoes. He was silent for a moment, then raised his head again. After struggling a few times, he finally spoke, "A few days ago, the owner of the house moved the entire library to the river bank. I happened to be in retreat during those days and never saw it. Does the owner of the house know about it? What’s the whole story?”
Jun Bu Bai heard from Fairy Ye that the day Wang Huaian moved the library to the river bank was the day her master Jiang Hongxue appeared in Jiangnan. She said in a deep voice: "That day, Jiang Hongxue arrived in Jiangnan."
"I see."
The young man smiled happily and asked several people in the building, but no one got an answer. Today he knew the reason from Jun Bubai, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.
"I have the responsibility of guarding the building. If the building owner wants to climb the building, he should take action earlier."
The sea rose up under the young man's feet and rolled towards Jun Bubai.
The sword light that spanned the world fell from Jun Bubai's sleeves, and the dark sea disappeared under the sword light.
When Jun Bubai came to his senses, he had already returned to the second floor. The young man who blocked his way was gone. Where the young man stood, there was a small paper boat lying crookedly on the ground.
Taking advantage of Jiang's Silk Shop's experience, Jun Bubai didn't bend down to pick up the paper boat. Using his toes, he climbed up to the third floor.
The third floor was pitch dark, and Jun Bubai thought that the young man was still there, with a sleeve full of sword light.
The light of the sword made the building bright. Jun Bubai used the light of the sword to take a closer look. There were no doors or windows on the third floor, and no light could penetrate. He couldn't help but wonder how the young man who guarded the third floor lived his daily life.
The three floors were pitch dark, and the entire wall was carved with ink stone. The light of Jun Bubai's sword reflected on the ink stone, like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to shed any light. The separated rooms in the building contain ancient books without titles. Perhaps these ancient books cannot be seen by ordinary people, so they are included in these three floors and hidden from the light of day.
Jun Bubai groped for a while by the light of the sword and found the four-story staircase.
The fragrance of plum blossoms drifted down from upstairs, attracting him to go upstairs.
On the first floor, a young man in black clothes walked down the stairs. The old master who was taking a break while drinking tea was the first to see him. He raised his hand and the white paper on the cantilever rolled towards the young man like a snake.
The young man's ink-colored gown was splashed with ink, and lines of free and easy cursive writing fell on the old master's white scroll.
With each stroke of the word, blood dripped from the corner of the old master's mouth.
Seeing that he couldn't stop him, the old master turned around and shouted: "Brother Lan, can you help me a little bit?"
The old man in broad robes, who had his eyes closed and was concentrating, had no intention of taking action. He said leisurely: "He wants to leave, but it is useless to stop him."
The young man's words were all over the white paper. He stopped in the middle of the building and bowed to the old man in a wide robe.
The old man in the broad robe raised his sleeves to cover his eyes, "Let's go. If you can come back, I will go to the head of the family to ask for the name Mo Xingzhou for you."
The young man straightened up, strode out of the library, walked in a ray of light, and disappeared.
The old master calmed down his energy and blood, sat back at the table to drink tea, and scolded: "You knew his fate, and you just let him leave like that!"
The old man in the broad robe wiped away the tears brewing at the corner of his eyes, stood up without responding, and walked back to the second floor in despair, back to his room full of orchid grass, and carefully tended his orchid grass.
The scene of that day when he picked up the infant boy has been lingering in the old man's mind.
The old man stopped several times and looked out the window, then looked away again and lowered his head to play with the orchids.
At this time, only this house full of orchids can soothe my mind.
Jun Bubai climbed up to the fourth floor, attracted by the fragrance of plum blossoms.
It's not the depth of winter, but it's full of fragrance.
The books on the four floors are arranged extremely neatly, with the bibliography written in beautiful hairpin-flowered regular script in each box, making it easier to search.
The fragrance of plum blossoms hit his face. When Jun Bubai passed through the bookshelf, he suddenly thought of Fairy Ye and wondered what she was doing at this time. She glanced at Shi Chen through the window, thinking that she would go to Jiang's house to see her first when she knew about the Wang family.
There was no one guarding the fourth floor. Jun Bubai walked deeper, but inadvertently knocked open the copper bell hanging on the bookshelf.
The copper bells are in a mess, disturbing people's purity.
Far away in the Wang family's backyard, plum blossoms blooming in late winter adorn the branches.
A woman dressed in the fragrance of plum blossoms hung on a branch and looked up at Xie Husheng, who was in a blue shirt with water on her face, with a cold expression.
Behind Xie Husheng is the eight hundred miles of magnificent Dongting water.
Everyone in the Wang family had long been driven back by Xie Husheng's punch and hid somewhere else.
The woman did not ask a question, but raised her hand slightly, and the plum blossoms on the branches danced with her, gathering in front of her from all over the Wang family's backyard.
Xie Husheng didn't know how to show mercy to women, so he opened his fist and landed a heavy punch.
Eight hundred miles of Dongting, noisy, pouring down.
The woman refused to hide or retreat, taking in all the water in the cave with her cold eyes.
He raised his sleeves and scattered the plum blossoms gathered in front of him into the air.
The plum blossoms are gentle, like the spring breeze blowing on the face, using gentle force to dissolve the strong fist wind. The water pouring down from the Dongting ripples with blue waves, turning into a burst of spring rain, moisturizing all things.
Xie Husheng's second punch had already landed, and while he was running wild and unbridled, with the frosty air, the Wang family's backyard under the bright sun was instantly covered with a layer of frost.
Plum blossoms are born in the depth of winter. They are not afraid of severe cold and bloom on the branches, adding a bit of proud coolness.
The woman raised her slender neck and retracted her hands in her sleeves. The plum blossoms bloomed by Ling Han floated leisurely and came from branches in various courtyards.
Xiehu's frost-covered fist wind melts among the plum blossoms.
Xie Husheng put away his fist, landed on the eaves, and asked, "What's your name?"
The woman stood proudly on the branch, catching a plum blossom that fell in her palm, "On the fourth floor of the Wang Family Library, the plum blossoms are listening to the snow."
Xie Husheng took a breath and softened his expression, "Mei Tingxue, I remember your name. When I find my A Mo, I will come back to discuss with you another day."
There was a copper bell ringing in her ears, and Mei Tingxue's cold face showed no expression. She left Xie Husheng and flew back to the library.
Her first duty was to guard the fourth floor. Jun Bubai had already climbed up the stairs. If she allowed him to go to the fifth floor, she would be derelict in her responsibility.
The woman left Xie Husheng and left without anyone stopping her. Eight hundred miles behind him, Xie Husheng returned to the majestic Dongting and landed with him in the easternmost courtyard of the Wang family.
Paper money all over the courtyard was blown all over the sky by the cold wind dropped by Xie Husheng.
It's like the cold winter when everything is silent, the snow falls quietly, and the chill is biting to the bones.
The second lady of the Wang family, dressed plainly, sat on a futon in the hall, burning paper money. The lacquered red coffin contained the fragments of the second young master of the Wang family. The second lady of the Wang family often had a cat in her arms jumping on the coffin and hissing in the dark. .
Cats can summon souls, and the souls of the dead who have left Naihe Bridge can follow the cat's meowing to return home.
No one dared to enter this courtyard. The girl in black with pearls on her shoes was yawning. She had not slept all night and was very sleepy.
"Is this the Dongting you went to with someone?"
Xie Husheng stepped into the hall, and the sound of questioning shook countless dust from the beams.
The second wife of the Wang family had dry eyes and a frighteningly dry face. She lowered her head and threw paper money into the stove. Xie Husheng's question was like a wisp of light wind blowing past her ears, unmoved.
"Son, the person who killed you is here. Mother will ask him to go down and accompany you."
The hoarse-voiced second wife of the Wang family comforted the souls of the dead, while the paper money burst into flames a foot high in the copper basin.
There was a crisp call of a lark, and the yawning girl in black disappeared. Even Xie Husheng did not see how she disappeared from his eyes.
