In the next few days, because the caravan had to rest and repair in Juzhou, it stayed in the inn for a while. After lunch these days, a carriage would stop in front of the inn. Everyone in the caravan knew that this was Zhujian Peak. Qiao offered his family's car.
When the boy in the short shirt was entering and leaving the inn these days, some men in the caravan looked at him with envy, while others made disdainful remarks to highlight their uniqueness: "I just met a good master." , who doesn’t come from the countryside and show off to others?”
"It doesn't matter if you think you're a country bumpkin, but you still compare others to yourself, that's all you're good at..." the caravan manager scolded him again.
March 11th, it rained a little today. The drizzle hit the bluestones on the road and washed away some of the mud.
Today is the last day to prepare to leave Juzhou. The coachman dressed as a martial artist is still waiting beside the car outside the inn. Lin Manliu borrowed an umbrella from the store and took the car to Zhujian Peak. Today we are still at the small pavilion on the side of the mountain. In order to practice sword practice these days, Qiao Kesi has changed into the stylish outfit she wore on the first day they met. It looks very handsome with her high ponytail.
"It's raining today, so I won't practice sword practice for now. I'll just come to the pavilion in the rain to rest and enjoy the scenery." The woman with neatly dressed hair turned her back to the boy in a short shirt who was walking from the carriage.
"Senior Sister Qiao, tomorrow morning, I will continue eastward with the caravan. I have been bothered a lot these days and I have to learn swordsmanship from Senior Sister." The young man in a short shirt holding an umbrella in the rain did not enter the pavilion, but stood alone with an umbrella. Yuzhong said.
"Ah... Why are you leaving so soon? But after all, you are setting off with the caravan and they won't stay much longer." Qiao Kesi suddenly turned his head to look at the young man holding an umbrella in the rain, a little surprised. He said, thinking about why this person didn't tell him in advance that he wouldn't go out wearing these clothes today.
"Senior sister, I will go with the caravan on my return trip. When I arrive in Juzhou, I can still come to Zhujian Peak to find senior sister and Yun Nian." The young man in a short shirt looked at the woman in the pavilion and was speechless for a moment.
"That's what happens later...well...then I won't enjoy the scenery today. It's very tacky. Let's continue to practice swordsmanship. Now before we say goodbye, let me take a good look at how much your swordsmanship has improved." Qiao Kesi coughed Then he said something, the boy in a short shirt pulled the collar of his coat and sat on the stone bench looking at the rain.
The young man in a short shirt said "Yes", first closed the umbrella and placed it by the pavilion. He stood in the rain and took off the black cloth strips on his back and turned around silently. He held the Spring Window Butterfly wrapped in black cloth in his right hand and looked towards the hillside ahead. Lifting the foot and sweeping forward, holding the sword and raising the right hand above the head, it is a swing forward. Through inertia, the whole person turns from left to right. Only the right foot that just stepped on the ground has not moved, and the left leg has been swept from back to front like a whip. Under a full moon, when a person stood up and stood up, the spring window butterfly held tightly in his right hand suddenly let go and was caught by his left hand. When the person stood up and stood up, he made an upward thrust, as if hitting a heavy object into the air. This is a sword. The power of Huanglong is exhausted.
Inverted Chunchuangdie's left hand was close to the sword body and he stabbed forward suddenly. His right hand was holding the sword in his left hand and a long handle was struck out from his left palm. Then his right hand reached forward and held it in his hand, and then he pulled it back across his chest. In front of him, the fingertips of his left hand brushed across the sword. Lin Manliu then looked at a tree trunk somewhere in front of him and took a deep breath. He waved the Spring Window Butterfly with his right hand and quickly danced in a small semicircle in front of him. Suddenly, the Spring Window Butterfly took off his hand. The butterfly spun forward like a flying disk in the air and chopped the tree trunk. The "click" sound was the sound of the tree trunk breaking. Before the tree trunk fell to the ground, the Spring Window Butterfly flew back and was easily caught by the boy in a short shirt with his left hand. Flying alone Luan for the strength of the sword.
When Lin Manliu turned to look at Qiao Kesi, the tree trunk behind him fell to the ground. Qiao Kesi looked at this scene with some confusion. Through the exchanges in the past few days, he learned that Lin Manliu learned swords only last month. He had never learned any self-defense skills or any weapon training skills before. Although Huanglong might be a swordsmith. Feng, an expert swordsman who traveled abroad, gave some advice, but Fei Guluan was taught to him by himself and he practiced it like this after only a few days of learning. The drizzle hit the hair and shoulders of the young man in a short shirt. It wasn't until Lin Manliu called Senior Sister Qiao that Qiao Kesi realized that the young man's clothes in front of him were already a little wet.
"Come in quickly. I didn't pay attention just now. Come in quickly and enter the pavilion. Even though it's raining a little, don't stand in the rain." Qiao Kesi said to the boy who was tying his own black cloth in the rain.
The young man in a short shirt responded and walked into the pavilion. Qiao Kesi took out the handkerchief he brought with him and wiped the rain off the face of this young man who had just been exposed to the rain. Lin Manliu was a little confused by this overly intimate gesture. They could only hurriedly take the handkerchief and tell Qiao Kesi that he could come by himself. After that, the two waited until the light rain stopped, and then they started practicing sword practice together outside the pavilion until the evening when Lin Manliu said goodbye to Qiao Kesi. Ride a carriage to the inn in the city.
Before the carriage had gone far, a person poked his head from the corner of the mountain road and said, "What did Brother Lin say with his sister in the rain pavilion today? Why does my sister look sad?" It was Qiao Kesi's younger brother Qiao Yunnian. .
"Practice swordsmanship," Qiao Kesi said, squinting at his sneaky brother. He must have been eavesdropping for a long time.
"It's good weather for you to practice swordsmanship! It's bad weather for you to practice swordsmanship! It's raining today, so why don't you practice swordsmanship? Is it really interesting to practice swordsmanship?" Qiao Yunian said with a sad and indignant expression, beating his chest and feet.
Qiao Kesi remained silent and stopped talking. "I will go down the mountain to play with Brother Lin tomorrow. He will only practice swordsmanship with you here, which is too boring." Qiao Yunnian looked at his sister who was willing to say more and turned around and walked towards the mountain, but he still looked back from time to time. Seeing this sister who didn't say anything in the pavilion, I thought to myself, what are these adults thinking? It's so boring.
In the early morning of March 12th, it was still drizzling today. The rainwater hit the tarp on the caravan carriage and slipped on the wheel dealer. It was thrown to the ground by the moving wheels and collided with the puddles on the ground.
Under the leadership of the caravan steward, everyone set off from the north gate and prepared to continue eastbound. Because of his performance in the past few days, Lin Manliu was called by the caravan steward to sit on the carriage in front, although he was sitting on the edge of the carriage next to the driver. It was already much better than walking behind the convoy at the beginning.
The caravan had just left the north gate and was less than a mile away when a voice shouted from behind, "Stop the caravan in front! Stop! Lin Manliu——". The person who made the call was riding a horse. When the boy in a short shirt heard a woman's voice calling his name, he jumped off the edge of the carriage and looked behind him.
I saw a woman with elegant clothes and hair coming on a horse. When she came to Lin Manliu, she jumped off the horse and said breathlessly: "I'm here to see you off... I originally planned to wear the yellow dress that I wore in the pavilion that day. Skirt, but it’s not convenient to ride a horse, so I went out like this.”
"Senior sister, she looks better this way, more sassy and handsome." Lin Manliu smiled at Qiao Kesi.
"By the way, I have something for you." Qiao Kesi said as he untied the package behind him and took out a black sheath dagger, which was slightly smaller than a spring window butterfly but larger than an ordinary dagger.
Lin Manliu took the dagger, and Qiao Kesi added, "This sword is called Wild Journey. I call it Mountain Wild Journey. My father made it for me when I was ten years old. Now I have to help my father deal with things in the mountains. I will give you this sword."
Lin Manliu pulled out the dagger from its sheath and saw the words "Jackdaws noisy at night, trees miss hometown" engraved on the sword.
"Lin Manliu thanked Senior Sister for the gift of the sword. During this trip, he will definitely use the sword given by Senior Sister to clear out the bandits and protect himself." The boy in a short shirt nodded to Qiao Kesi and said. Qiao Kesi patted him on the shoulder and told him some things on the way before turning around and leaving. Lin Manliu called out to senior sister. Qiao Kesi turned around and looked at him. Lin Manliu ran to Qiao Kesi and hugged her. For a moment, he let go.
Lin Manliu lowered his head and said: "Apart from my parents and master, only my senior sister has treated me like this. I hope my senior sister will forgive me for my overstepping just now."
Qiao Kesi just turned around and waved his hand before riding away with a slight smile on his face that no one else could see.
At this time, we are already halfway through the journey eastward.
Teenagers may become extreme and unreasonable because of some things as they grow up, but there must be an indelible inner fire in their hearts that guides them back to the right direction. When they are most energetic, the inner fire gathers to start a prairie fire. potential.
