Like all shops that do night business, Liuxu Pavilion becomes increasingly crowded and lively late at night.
The fragrance of powder, the sound of piano, hot wine, and sultry whispers announce the quiet years of feasting and revelry in the front hall, and the flawless decadence and revelry, covering up the struggles, sneak attacks, and all traces and news in the backyard.
The slightly pale, well-jointed hands in the backyard held a wolf brush, and when they finally finished the pen, they flicked it, and the handwriting was free and easy.
"This is a prescription for regulating the internal organs. Miss Yunluo needs to take it three times a day in the morning, noon and evening. After half a year, the dosage will be reduced by half." Xiliu handed the prescription to Yan Shisanniang, "There are several medicinal materials here that are not easy to use." If you find it, I can send someone to send it to you if necessary until Miss Yunluo recovers."
Thirteenth Niang carefully looked at the medicinal materials and identified them one by one. Some of them were quite special, but they were not that difficult to find. The rest were all things that could be bought in any shop on the streets, and there was nothing unique about them. at.
"In addition, it needs to be paired with the mental method of "Three Emperors and Two Classics", which can reverse the breath, reverse the flow of meridians, and regenerate the heart. This mental method cannot be taught overnight. I will write a letter tomorrow and let the master learn from it. Send rubbings from the mountain, Miss Yunluo can practice slowly, don't be in a hurry."
""Three Emperors and Two Classics", your master is..." Thirteenth Niang's heart moved slightly.
Xiliu: "It's your old friend."
Mentioning old friends, Yan Shisanniang's chest felt slightly hot. These people or things that were related to the past years and him would quickly bring her back to the turbulent and high-spirited days twenty years ago. , the hot blood in the trance, the sourness in the hot blood.
"Yun Luo, you guys go out first. I have something to say to this young hero." Thirteenth Niang's tone revealed a bit of tenderness recalling the past.
After Yunluo Xiliu Yun Gong helped her regulate her energy and blood, her energy and blood returned to normal, and her body was fine for the time being. She had a lot to say to Zhao Shichen, so she took this opportunity to retreat.
Wujiang also felt that he was a hindrance, so he followed Yunluo out. Before even taking a step out, someone's voice came from behind his ear: "Little Baihua, wait for me."
Wujiang turned around and met his eyes, which were gentle and clear.
As if he was worried about being rejected by her again, he added: "It's not safe for girls to go home late at night. I'll see you off after I finish dealing with things here."
Somehow she nodded.
The moonlight was bright at night, illuminating the entire backyard light and clear. When Wujiang came to the courtyard, he felt quite idle. She looked up at the attic. The doors and windows were all closed. It seemed that behind every silent wooden lattice window there was an unknown past and story, including Xia Yunluo's, Zhao Shichen's, Yan Shisanniang's, and even Xiliu's. .
Looking back at myself, I have lost all my memories after the age of seven. Before the age of seven, I was in exile, without anyone or anything worth worrying about. It doesn't seem that important what kind of life disappeared. If it has little impact on the present and future, and there is no reason or strong desire to retrieve it, she is not curious about her past life, and feels optimistically that now , this way, that’s good.
In troubled times where everything is uncertain, a happy-go-lucky temper can be said to be a good thing, but Wujiang is not afraid of being interested in anything. She likes the two swords of Yan Shisanniang just now, like Qingling Moonlight The huge tide rising below is so majestic that it doesn’t matter. It is obviously a simple move, but it is so bold, straightforward and courageous. The sword skills of wide open and close burst out with a dazzling aura of scorn, like a wild horse on the grassland or an eagle in the desert, that kind of fearlessness of freedom.
Wujiang picked up two branches on the ground, closed his eyes, and recalled in his mind the grand scene of one-on-seven in the woods, every attack, defense, and counterattack from both sides. Gradually, she became one of them, as if these seven people were around her at this moment, drawing their swords towards each other. She imagined Yan Shisanniang's moves and changes in body shape, using branches instead of swords, and fighting with these invisible seven people. Fight against each other. The branches changed from slow to fast, stirring up the air around them. The plum blossoms swayed and the dust flew up. Before they knew it, the sword intent filled the courtyard, swept across the pavilion, and even alarmed the people upstairs.
The old talk among the people upstairs has come to an end. Seeing her old friend, Thirteen Niang was quite emotional, but she only said a few words about her wandering around the world after leaving the military camp. Later, due to the entrustment of her friends, she returned to the capital to help her temporarily. He took care of Liuxu Pavilion, but he didn't expect that he would take care of it for three years. The rest of the causes and consequences were not explained in detail.
Xi Liu had no intention of exploring her past experiences over the years, but when he was young, he often heard the name of General Xiao Jing from his master's mouth, and the Yan family's twin swords that appeared with this name. In terms of seniority, Xiao Jing was considered his senior brother, and he was taught by the same person, but they had not known each other for more than ten years. When he was born, General Xiao's reputation had already spread throughout the mountains of Western Frontier and even the snowfields of Beizhou. However, when he first remembered it, he heard the news that a generation of generals had passed away. That day, his small body stood side by side with his master. Standing on the top of the mountains and forests of the Imperial City, he saw white flags winding all over the city, like a snow covering the sky.
From then on, he knew that there was a famous general in Western Xinjiang and that he had a senior brother respected by thousands of people. He also knew that his master could never forget the death of this senior brother. Although the deceased was so dead that he could not be resurrected, the master wanted to know whether his apprentice had any unfulfilled wishes before his death, and whether he had any regrets or regrets. However, the only person who was by his side and knew his voice before his death disappeared and there was no news.
On this moonlit night, he unexpectedly encountered the Yan family swords that had disappeared for more than ten years. This person who accompanied his senior brother through the last days of his life. What he wanted to know was nothing more than General Xiao's last wish.
Yan Shisanniang seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past years, with sharp eyebrows and gentle eyes. The perverse stubbornness of her youth and the delicate tenderness of a woman at a certain moment appeared on her face at the same time. After a long time, she replied, "He said that he lived a happy life with no regrets." His face was full of pride.
"Thank you, senior, I will tell the master." Xi Liu handed Yan Shisanniang a note, "If senior is free, you can come here to play chess with my master, practice swordsmanship, or chat with his old man. ." Xi Liu smiled, "Master, he has become more and more nagging in recent years."
Yan Shisanniang put away the note without commenting. Xiliu thought in his mind that someone was waiting for him and was about to leave. The moment they stood up, they both felt a sharp and overbearing sword intent coming at the same time.
The two people quickly came to the window, opened the window and looked down, and saw a slender and thin figure, using two easily broken dead branches, dancing in the cold moonlight with a shocking posture.
Yan Shisanniang couldn't help but be frightened.
The first time I saw her was in the woods just now. She walked slowly out of the dark forest, quiet and silent, with sharp eyes and a cold delicacy between her eyebrows. Even though she was neatly dressed in men's clothing, Yan Shisanniang could tell at a glance that she was a woman, but she had such good memory and understanding that she actually remembered her martial arts moves in the hasty and fast fight just now, and put them into her hands. She plays the Yan's double swords very well, almost complete in form and spirit.
"Who is this girl?" Yan Shisanniang couldn't help but become curious about her.
Xiliu couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, followed her figure with his eyes, and said, "Her name is Chuiyan."
"Junior sister from the same sect? Or the daughter of some court general?"
Xiliu shook his head, and the smile spread from the corner of his mouth to his eyebrows, "No, I'm just a girl I met by chance in the world recently."
"Recently", "in the world of rivers and lakes", and "accidental acquaintance", these words rolled around in Yan Shisanniang's mind, and actually brought up romantic and absurd old memories in her heart that she thought had been as calm as water.
She turned to look at the young man next to her. He had a handsome appearance, and his behavior had the calmness and composure of an aristocratic young master, and he also carried the wanton charm of the world. The most rare thing was these eyes, which were clean, clear, and transparent, holding everything without reservation. Treat a girl respectfully and with full affection.
Just the right age, the right mood.
Somehow, she was in a teasing mood for the first time in a long time: "That's just because she's not familiar with her. I don't have to be merciful to her." She raised her two swords and smiled coldly, "The rules of the world are to steal martial arts from other schools, but you can break them. .”
After saying that, he jumped out, completely ignoring the words behind him, "Senior, please be merciful."
