Someone's voice fell in front of the window. Jun Bubai stopped, hid his sword intent, and turned around to see the person.
Mei Tingxue, dressed plainly, stood in front of the window holding half a branch of plum blossoms, showing her coolness.
Jun Bubai suddenly seemed to see Ye Xianzi standing there, and he couldn't help but smile.
Mei Tingxue didn't say a word, she raised half a branch of plum blossoms in her hand, like a long sword, stabbing at Jun Bubai. The plum blossoms blooming on the branches fell one after another, wrapping around the branches, scattered and sharp.
When the chill from the plum blossoms on the branches blew from the side of his face, Jun Bubai calmly woke up and stepped back a few feet. The sword hidden in his sleeve was instantly released, and the sword in his sleeve broke the plum branch in Mei Tingxue's hand.
Mei Tingxue broke the plum branch in her hand, and held the scattered petals around the branch back in her palm, and scattered them beside the bookshelf. In an instant, the bookshelf grew into several plum trees, and the neatly classified books in the bookshelf were scattered among the branches, dangling out. The copper bell is coming.
The sound of copper bells sounded like Sanskrit music to the ears.
The four floors in front of Jun Bubai disappeared, and he stood alone in a courtyard full of plum blossoms.
There is snow falling from the top of the head, extremely gentle, falling on the sleeves and robes, turning into little bits of water vapor.
The main hall faces south, with doors open on both sides, so you can see the whole house.
The charcoal made of pine wood burned in the copper basin, creating a pine scent that filled the entire house. Mei Tingxue, who was dressed plainly, sat beside the desk, lowering her head and copying the text in hairpin-flowered regular script. On her left and right sides, several rows of bookshelves were neatly classified, and each square grid was labeled with a book list in hairpin-flowered regular script, such as Jun Bubai saw that on the fourth floor.
The snow above the head began to fall rapidly, and the bluestone in the courtyard was covered with a thick layer of snow, which climbed to Jun Bubai's knees in the blink of an eye. Jun Bubai could clearly smell the rich aroma of plum blossoms while breathing.
The sword intent in his hand rose vertically and horizontally, blowing away the falling snow above his head, just to get a chance to breathe. Snow fell again from the empty and low sky, covering the branches of plum trees and almost crushing the plum blossoms.
Jun Bubai raised his sleeves and prepared his sword intent again. The sword intent that rose vertically and horizontally was even more mammoth than the previous one, and it slashed towards the sky.
The snow covering the branches was also blown off by the huge sword intent, creating a shallow pit under the tree.
Jun Bubai took a deep breath, stood up with his sword, and flew towards the main hall with the wide and winding sword river behind him.
Mei Tingxue, who was copying the calligraphy, still lowered her head and wrote in small regular script with hairpin flowers.
There is no more snow falling in the sky, and the plum blossoms on the trees in the courtyard are in full bloom. The cold wind trembled, and the petals flew in the wind, forming a circle the size of the Jian River in the courtyard.
The chill is coming from behind, you bend over in vain, Jianhe welcomes the rain of flowers.
The meandering Jian River was swallowed up bit by bit by Hua Yu, and Jun Bubai was forced back into the courtyard.
After copying a page of text, Mei Tingxue put down her pen and looked up at the courtyard with an expressionless face. She then changed a new piece of paper and lowered her head to copy the text.
In Jinling Lu Garden, the tea garden halfway up the mountain was conquered by Tianxialou, and most of the servants and maids in Lu Garden were also called to greet the guests.
Lu Yu, the tea saint who is the owner of Lu Garden, was driven to the tea house on the top of the mountain to fry tea.
The teahouse where the tea is fried is airy everywhere, and there is only a low square table in the open space in front of the house to enjoy the new tea just out of the pot.
A pot of spring tea, a low stool, the unparalleled tea saint is now sitting on the top of the mountain blowing the wind.
Afraid that Lu Yu would be bored alone on the top of the mountain, Sword God Su Mu was drinking beside him. After taking a sip of wine, his eyes would drift to the mountainside.
The sweet spring tea could not soothe Lu Yu's mood at this time, so he curled his lips and said: "If you want to go to the banquet, go down the mountain quickly and don't be an eyesore here."
Su Mu withdrew his gaze, took a sip of wine, and said sarcastically: "There are good wines and good food at the foot of the mountain, and my wife is also here. If I weren't afraid that you would be alone, I wouldn't want to accompany you to drink in the mountains."
Lu Yu was so angry that he had a headache. He took a sip of tea and said, "All the people in your world are the ones who deserve to be beaten."
Su Mu revealed half of his face from behind the wine jar and said with a wicked smile: "How dare you say no in front of Tang Ying."
Lu Yu straightened his neck and said, "You can learn the language as you please, or she can come up and beat me up."
Su Mu had already guessed what Lu Yu was thinking. He shook his head and drank a jar of wine. He put the jar down and stood up to stretch his muscles. "You, if you still can't let go of her, why did you insist on breaking up back then and lead to this situation today?"
Lu Yu lowered his head, smiled bitterly, and sipped the tea without saying a word. After a long time, he raised his head, looked into the distance, and sighed: "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been in dilemma."
Su Mu stood up and never took his eyes away from the mountain. The figures of his wife Sun Ruowei and his girl Su Wan lingered in his eyes.
"Why is today's tail-burning banquet held in your Lu Yuan? Do you really think it's my girl's random idea? You know Tang Ying's temper best. If she insists on not coming, my sister will not force her to come. Since she came to Lu Yuan today, she has given you a chance. You, be thick-skinned, go to the tea garden to serve her, and prepare a few baskets with nice words, you can always win her heart."
Lu Yu sat blankly on a low stool, drinking tea one mouthful at a time. He naturally wanted to go down the mountain, but he was afraid that going down the mountain would annoy Tang Ying.
Su Rou, who was wearing a green dress, jumped from the tea garden in the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Even the wind on the top of the mountain was scared away by her.
"Brother, the kitchen is short of some green bamboo shoots. Go to Wang's house to find some."
Su Mu never refuses his sister's orders. He raised his sleeves slightly, and with the Jianhe swaying behind him, he rose into the air, stepped to the top of the Jianhe, and turned around and asked, "Do you want to bring that boy back with you, Bubai?"
Su Rou's face darkened instantly, "The Wang family is the best."
Su Mu said no more and led Jianhe to fly to Wang's house.
Only Lu Yu was left drinking tea alone in the tea mountain. A pot of spring tea, the cow drank without tasting its fragrance.
Su Rou couldn't stand his coercion, so she lifted him halfway down the mountain from the top of the mountain with a stick.
A temporary pavilion was set up for the banquet halfway up the mountain. Tang Ying, who was dressed in plain clothes and had her hair tied up, was wrapped in an apron and carving her best candies. There were many women at the banquet today, so dozens of fruits were served on matching plates to match the four seasons. Hold it up and compete for beauty.
Each piece of fruit must be paired with matching tea. Lu Linlang, who was wearing a light purple dress, ordered tea at the side.
Lu Linlang is the only daughter of Lu Yu and Tang Ying. Her facial features inherit Tang Ying's gentleness, and her gestures have the dignity of a scholarly family.
There was a deck chair in the shade of the pergola. Yan Qingchi, who had come to the banquet, squinted and swayed leisurely without having to get up or help. Every now and then, Lu Linlang would hand-feed a piece of candy into her mouth.
When the tea sage Lu Yu was lifted halfway up the mountain by Su Rou, tea trees all over the mountain were waiting for him. However, Su Rou's falling flowers and running water were merciless, and a few fragile branches were too heavy to bear and were broken. Lu Yu was left with rotten leaves. He rolled several times in the loess before stopping. When he got up, he was disheveled and limped around the tea garden.
Tang Ying happened to raise her head and saw Lu Yu's embarrassment. She was surprised for a moment, put her cold face away, lowered her head and sculpted the fruit that had just begun to take shape in her hand, with a hint of anger, "Go find some clean clothes for your father. After all, he is also the head of the Lu family. Look like this." How dignified is it?"
Wanting to bring her father and mother back together, Lu Linlang finished ordering the tea soup in her hand, nodded in agreement, and secretly praised her father's clever use of this trick today. When I was happy, I took water to purify my hands, tiptoed to the ground, and swept through the tea garden halfway up the mountain.
Su Rou fell into the pavilion briskly. Tang Ying, who was working with her head down, had a change in her eyebrows. She pretended to reprimand, "You are too careless to do this."
Su Rou pinched a sweet candy and threw it into her mouth to taste, "This is Lu Yuan. He is the head of the family. He can't bear to look for you, so I will find a way for him."
Tang Ying said distressedly: "With so many pairs of eyes looking at him, he is also the head of the Lu family. How will he meet people in the future?"
Su Rou rolled her eyes and glared at her, "Face is earned by oneself. He insisted on breaking up with you back then. He was so embarrassed that the whole Jiangnan knew that he still cared about such a trivial matter."
Tang Ying paused her hand, thinking about old things, and sighed: "That's what his mother meant, not his original intention."
Su Rou couldn't stand it and choked: "If it were me, no matter who she is, as long as she doesn't go along with my wishes, I would sweep her over with a stick and beat her until she surrenders."
Tang Ying didn't know how to answer. She squeezed the fruit in her hand and stopped talking, "We'll talk about my business later. Where's the bell? It's time to have a banquet."
Su Rou glanced around the banquet in the middle of the mountain, but couldn't find Su Lingdang, and said angrily: "None of these things make people worry-free."
The snow is beginning to clear, and the heavy snow bends the plum branches in the courtyard.
Jun Bubai no longer knew how many swords he had swung and how many sword rivers he had gathered. Completely exhausted, he lay down in human form on the snow in the courtyard, adjusting his breath and resting his mind.
Mei Tingxue, who was copying the text in the hall, closed the book, stood up, put it back on the bookshelf, and slowly moved out of the room. He waved his hand, summoned some plum trees to form snowballs in the courtyard, and threw them away from Jun Bubai.
A sword intent appeared out of thin air and chopped down all the snowballs that hit Jun Bubai. The entire courtyard was also chopped into pieces by the sword intent.
"Girl Mei, I took you away."
The voice of Sword God Su Mu outside the fourth-story window was neither fast nor slow, but it was like the sword intent that cut into the fourth floor, making people dare not step forward to stop him. Mei Tingxue bowed and saluted outside the window, watched Su Mu leave, turned back to the bookshelf, picked up another book, put it back in the case and copied it quietly.
The river of swords rose straight up and broke open the window on the fifth floor of the library. The restrictions outside the window were in vain.
On the five floors, there is an endless sea of bamboo.
The window opened to the sky, and Su Mu squeezed into this world with the entire sword river. The window also closed behind him, blending with the sky.
"Today the Sword God came in person, I don't know why."
There is a bamboo tower among the bamboo sea. The man in Confucian shirt sitting holding a book put down the bamboo slips in his hand, raised his head and asked.
Su Mu raised his sword finger lightly, and a sword intention broke through the sea of bamboo. Jianhe followed him and landed in front of the bamboo building. Jun Bubai, who was still recovering, was thrown into the courtyard by him and said loudly: "Brother Zhu, look for a few Green bamboo shoots, good for cooking."
The man in Confucian shirt gritted his teeth and said, "Your sister asked you to come."
Su Mu walked straight into the bamboo building and sat cross-legged next to the man in Confucian shirt without any formality. The tables, chairs and utensils in the bamboo building were all made of bamboo, and the wine was made from bamboo leaves.
Su Mu drank a cup of bamboo leaf wine and cleared his voice, "Who can help Brother Zhu grow the best green bamboo shoots?"
The man in Confucian shirt felt nervous, "Those are all good candidates for making bamboo slips."
Taking a sip of sake to moisten his throat and leaving a fragrant fragrance on his lips and teeth, Su Mu smiled and said, "What my sister is thinking about, you can't escape."
The man in Confucian shirt didn't care about anyone, and cursed: "That devil Su Rou..."
A sword like water jumped out from Su Mu's fingertips, causing the man in Confucian robes to stop cursing and call him by his name: "Zhu Buqiu, although you and I are very close friends personally, my sister, you are not allowed to say it in front of me. Hers isn’t.”
Zhu Buqiu swallowed the bitter taste and was heartbroken. Back then, Su Rou climbed up the building alone and destroyed most of his bamboo sea, but now she only had a few green bamboo shoots, and she could bear to part with them.
Zhu Buqiu covered his cheeks with his sleeves. He couldn't bear to look directly and said tremblingly: "If you want to take a few pills, go and get them. Don't let me see them."
Su Mu drank another glass of wine and sent out a few sword intents outside the house. Several green bamboo shoots were brought back by the sword intent. The broken parts were crisp, tender and plump.
Su Mu walked out of the bamboo building in a few steps, rose up in the air, and came and went freely, "Then I won't disturb Brother Zhu's enjoyment."
There was another person in the courtyard. Zhu Buqiu raised his head and shouted, "Take your nephew away instead."
Su Mu had broken the window and flew away, leaving a free and easy sentence: "When I came here, my sister told him to collect the debt owed by the Wang family before going back."
Zhu Buqiu, who had passed his age, completely collapsed and suffered from a splitting headache. He threw down the bamboo slips and drank several mouthfuls of bamboo wine to calm his mind.
Su Mu got the green bamboo shoots and took the sword river out of the Wang family's courtyard. On the way, he looked up at the mirage trapping Jiang Hongxue in the mid-air of Jinling City and whispered: "What did Ye Qianlou exchange for the mirage with the Wang family back then?"
By the Qinhuai River, Mo Xingzhou, who had relieved himself of the responsibility of guarding the third floor of the Wang family, stopped on the bank and his eyes were averted by the reflection of Jinling City above his head in the river.
