Under the persuasion of Su Ye and Yan Tingshen, Sheng Xuanyuan relaxed: "Okay. But, Qiong Yi, you'd better drink less."
Qiong Yi shook the celadon cup in his hand: "Just half a cup."
When she swallowed the wine in the glass, she almost coughed up. The wine was strong and pungent in the mouth. It burned all the way down her throat and warmed her stomach for a while. The taste of wine on her tongue stung her whole body. People feel numb at first glance, which is completely different from fruit stuffing and flower stuffing.
The three of them laughed when they saw her hand holding the cup suddenly tightened and her shoulders shrinking, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Especially Su Ye, who didn't give her any face and laughed out loud: "Hahahahahaha! Qiong Yi, what's your expression! Your face is wrinkled! Is it that bad to drink!"
Qiong Yi shivered from the wine and shook his head repeatedly: "I can't taste it!"
"It's like this for the first time. Just press it down when you eat some food." Yan Tingshen's eyes were slightly bent, and there was a faint smile on Sheng Xuanyuan's face. He picked up the serving chopsticks to add food to her. . Qiong Yi took the chopsticks to pound the rice and immersed himself in eating the vegetables. He saw the three of them drinking and drinking together in a harmonious atmosphere. His tail was lying lazily under the table, gnawing on the bones, and he looked a little moved as if he was from another world. She held it under her chin with her bare hands. , use the moonlight to see everyone’s face clearly.
When she was in a daze, Su Ye handed her the cup with a smile, a cheerful smile and a high-spirited expression: "Qiong Yi, don't you want to drink anymore?"
Sheng Xuanyuan pursed his lips and smiled, with an upward curve at the corners of his lips. His dark eyes looked even deeper in the night. He raised his cup and signaled to her.
Yan Ting smiled very calmly and raised his glass to her.
Qiong also picked up the celadon, drank the strong wine in it, and pursed her lips for a long time before she recovered.
The evening breeze was cool, and the voices of the young people could be heard endlessly. They talked about the thrilling journey north to seize the sword, about the practice of swordsmanship, and about the future and the world, which has nothing to do with the wind and moon.
Perhaps everyone knows that going to Yichuan is really a farewell.
Su Ye drank one glass of wine after another and sighed with a smile: "I still want to be the best swordsman in the world."
Yan Tingshen answered him: "If you want to do it, then do it."
"By the way, Brother Yan, you are going back to your hometown after your studies, right?" When Qiong Yi said this, she was also asking if there would be a chance to meet him in the future.
"I won't go back." He smiled and said, "I will try to get admitted to the Yichuan Governor's Office and hold a position. I can practice swordsmanship if I have anything to do, and I can also meet you."
"Yeah."
"What about you?"
"I will practice in Guangyang in the next few years. In the future, as you know, I will definitely be with Sheng Xing."
Sheng Xuanyuan replied: "I will stay on Bai Feng."
"Further?"
"What's next? Let me think about it... I will definitely take Sheng Jin to travel together, eliminate demons for the people, and see thousands of rivers and mountains."
As Qiong Yi spoke, her round almond-shaped eyes curved into small crescents, which were clearer and more beautiful than the moon in the sky.
Su Ye smiled and said: "Okay! We will get together more often then! This time when we go north to look for the sword, you two were not here at the critical moment, but Brother Yan and I ran the whole journey. When we turn around, we have to make up for the lack of time this time. superior."
"Is it settled?" Yan Ting raised his glass deeply.
Sheng Xuanyuan held up the cup and drank deeply with Yan Ting, and responded: "Yes, it's a deal."
*
Su Ye was the first to fall drunk among the four.
When Qiong Yi was hesitating whether to add another drink, Su Ye, who was joking with them one second, fell down on the table the next moment, and no matter how loud the three of them screamed, they couldn't wake them up.
Qiong Yi patted the table and asked in surprise: "Are you drunk?"
"Yes." Sheng Xuanyuan said helplessly: "He is the type who falls asleep directly when he is drunk."
Yan Tingshen's delicate white face was also burnt with drunkenness. He said: "In that case, I will help him to the guest room, and you should go back and rest early."
Seeing his drunken state, Qiong also felt uneasy: "Brother Yan, can you do it? Otherwise, Sheng Jin and I will send you away together." After that, when she was about to get up, her legs and feet became numb and she staggered for a moment. , being supported by Sheng Xuanyuan, he said in surprise: "Aren't you all drunk?"
Qiong Yi and Yan Tingshen retorted in unison: "I'm not drunk."
Sheng Xuanyuan saw that Qiong Yi looked sober and did not look drunk, but Yan Ting's neck followed the color of his face, red and white, and he would probably fall down like Su Ye soon.
Sheng Xuanyuan ordered the dining room to collect the bowls, and half-carried Su Ye to the guest room. Yan Tingshen walked back by himself, swaying, and was very quiet along the way. Even his tail did not make a sound, and he sent the two back. After settling in, Sheng Xuanyuan slowed down his pace, and he and Qiong Yi ate and wandered in the courtyard.
Tails walked with them for a long time, and finally stopped at the door of his kennel. Qiong also patted Tails on the head and let him go back.
The night breeze is cool and makes people drunk. The top of the mountain is very close to the sky. The stars are like broken glass, shining brightly, as if they are easily accessible. The moon is only slightly bent, hanging on the eaves. Qiong also felt that Jingxuan Pavilion, as its name suggests, was too quiet, with only the sound of the wind, the breathing of the people beside her, and the footsteps of shoe soles resting on the stone slabs, woven into a nocturne.
Sheng Xuanyuan asked her, "Why don't you speak? Are you drunk?"
Qiong also held his hand tightly and shook it back and forth: "No."
"I just feel good."
"What's good?"
"Everything is fine."
She smiled and said, "I feel very happy to have such a good Taoist companion like you and such good friends as Su Ye and Yan Tingshen."
The corners of Sheng Xuanyuan's lips slightly raised.
"Sheng Jing, over there." Qiong Yi was admiring the moon, and his eyes accidentally fell on the roof in front of him, and asked curiously: "Why is there an empty ridge beast on the roof?"
Sheng Xuanyuan looked at the bright white outline outlined in the moonlight. In the corner of the roof, there were originally three decorative ridged beasts. Now there are only two left looking at each other. He scratched his hair first, and then coughed dryly: " Well...I pried that one away."
Qiong also widened his eyes: "Huh?"
Sheng Xuanyuan dragged her to his courtyard. At the side door of the courtyard, squatting was the small stone-carved Suan Ni beast. He recalled with some embarrassment: "The day I learned Qinggong as a child, I took my fancy early in the morning. It was picked off the house, and then it couldn't be put back, so it had to be placed here."
Qiong Yi chuckled: "Sheng Jing, you are so noisy that you have to go to the house to uncover the tiles."
She looked at the ridged beast, the stone carving was lifelike, and said with a smile: "You have good taste, it is the most beautiful one among them."
Sheng Xuanyuan was a little embarrassed by her praise. He led her to his room and opened the wooden door. The moonlight fell on the ground, creating a frost. Qiong also walked into the house and smelled the long fragrance of cold pine, which was the smell that often existed on his body. He introduced, "This is my dormitory. It is very close to your wing. You can go there through the side door." .”
Qiong also looked around and saw that the furnishings in his house were completely different from the rigorous style in the courtyard. There was a sense of delicacy and elegance in the looseness. The calligraphy and painting are hanging on the wall, with different heights and vertical and horizontal directions. The plaque in the middle has the four characters "Gong Don Don" written in it. The brush strokes are wanton and the strokes are continuous. At a glance, it is obvious that it is Sheng Xuanyuan's own handwriting, because it is too difficult to see. What is written in cursive.
The painting is very delicate, with solitary peaks and steep peaks. It was probably a painting he made while observing the scenery on the cliff.
"Did you draw these?"
"Yes." He nodded: "The paintings in my free time are enough to look at, and the wall is empty, so I hung them up."
Qiong also smiled and sighed: "It looks good."
Then he said: "It's much neater and more precise than your handwriting."
Sheng Xuanyuan was speechless and tried to refute her, but was unable to fight back and could only admit defeat.
Looking inside again, there is a counter where swords are placed. Several longbows are stored, and the arrow feathers are neatly arranged. On the sword stand, in addition to the sword stand dedicated to Cheng Ying, there is also another sword. It was a relatively short sword, with a scabbard in lake blue, a pattern like clouds, and a deep and extraordinary aura that made it difficult for Qiong Yi to look away.
Seeing her interest, Sheng Xuanyuan took out the sword and handed it to her hand: "This sword is called 'Duanhun'. It was given to me by my father when I was young. In recent years, my stature has gradually increased. Gao is accustomed to using long swords, so he kept it in the cabinet."
Qiong had also heard of the name of the Soul-Breaking Sword and asked, "Is it the famous 'Soul-Breaking' sword?"
"Well, it is one of the few rare swords in this world. It can restrain ghosts and evil spirits. Perhaps because of this, my father asked someone to buy it and give it to me as a gift."
"Your father is very good to you." Qiong also sighed: "I value you very much."
Sheng Xuanyuan was startled: "Yeah."
"In comparison, Chengying seems very ordinary. Isn't it the legendary 'Chengying Sword'?"
"Yes." Sheng Xuan took off the shadow from his waist and placed it on the orchid Qi. The allusion of "shadow, the wild goose falls and forgets to return" made it renamed Chengying."
"That's it."
He asked: "Where is the Xiange Sword? Its material and caster are unusual, and its blade is extremely strong and tough. It should have some background, right?"
"Maybe there is, but I don't know." Qiong Yi rubbed his personal sword: "It was given to me by my master when I won the competition between the disciples in the clan when I was a child. After more than a year, I have used it. It became more and more convenient. I only know that it had another name before it was awarded to me. Later, my wife said that I often did not follow the rules, so I changed it to a name that is more suitable for me, called Xian Ge."
"It suits you very well." Sheng Xuanyuan said, thinking: Whether it is the sword shape, length or toughness, it all matches Qiong Yi. If it is not said to be a reward, it really seems like it was tailor-made for her by Sect Master Lu. The same.
Qiong also walked to the inner room while chatting with him. On the half door of the cabinet made of agarwood, there were densely packed books that had been read through. There were two desks opposite the bed, and one person sat on the other side. In the empty space, there are bronze mirrors on the high platform, as well as jewelry and cufflinks for daily hair tying. The longer you stay inside, the stronger the scent of pine.
"What are these?" Qiong Yi pointed at the crooked string strings by the window and asked.
Sheng Xuanyuan froze visibly, and said, "It's the seven strings on a piano."
When Qiong Yi raised his hand to touch it, he stepped forward and hugged her: "It's very old, there will be rust stains."
Qiong also vaguely remembered Sheng Xuanyuan saying that he once had a guqin that he loved very much, but it was broken by his mother.
Thinking about it now, he actually kept the strings on the guqin until now, and nailed them to the window in the order of the strings, which shows how much he likes the guqin.
She asked: "Is that the piano?"
Sheng Xuanyuan didn't expect Qiong Yi to remember: "Yeah."
He added: "If you want to see some musical instruments, I can give you others."
When he said this, it was as if he had collected a lot of musical instruments. Qiong also nodded doubtfully, "Okay." She saw him take out a wooden box from the wooden cabinet, put it on the desk, opened the wooden box, There are countless long flutes and jade flutes that come into view.
But there are also many strange things, such as gongs tied with red strings, suonas, and even rattles used to entertain dolls.
Sheng Xuan complained: "Most of these are birthday gifts given to me by my brothers. They know that I am interested in music, so they give these to me every year."
The corner of Qiong Yi's mouth twitched a little, and she said with a smile: "These strange suona and bangzi are not given to you by Sheng Zijing, are they?"
"...These were given to me by my eldest brother." Sheng Xuanyuan took out a jade flute, "The flute and xun were given by my second brother."
Qiong Yi clicked his tongue, not expecting that his eldest brother Sheng Xuanyao had such a personality that he would make fun of his younger brother's birthday gift.
"I want to listen." She half-leaned in front of the desk, sitting in a relaxed and lazy posture, with a smile on her brows and eyes: "Come, play a song for me."
"The author has something to say:
Xiangejian, formerly known as "Yaoye", was named by Yang Suyong in memory of his old friend.
Sheng Xuanyuan was interested in music not because of his talent, but because he was not good at learning. Apart from the piano, he could learn everything else at once, but when singing music, he was missing a string, so he became interested. "
