Suiyun Mountains·Huayun School Medical Pavilion
"Ahem~"
"Head Zhemei, you're awake! Hurry! Go tell Lingzhi."
A few coughs made the disciples in the medical pavilion feel the joy of relief. If the leader of Zhemei hadn't been practicing martial arts for many years and had strong internal strength, the claws of the Wolf-Eating Ghost would have killed her.
"Master!" Yun Lingzhi rushed over after hearing the news. His face, which had been filled with worry these past few days, could not hide his joy at this moment.
"Brother...how is Master Yun?" came a weak voice. He had just walked away from the gate of hell, but when he woke up, he was still worried about his brother, which showed the deep affection between the two.
Everyone bowed their heads, not knowing how to tell this cruel reality.
"Master, he... is fine. He is receiving treatment in the side room of the medical pavilion. Master, don't worry." Yun Lingzhi was afraid that his master had not recovered yet and could not bear the shock of his brother's departure, so he lied. Hide it.
"Don't lie to me, Master. The old boy came to see me last night and said he was leaving. He asked me to take good care of you guys and meet him later. By the way, Sheng'er and Qing Where have you gone, why haven’t you seen them?”
Yun Zhemei didn't know at this time that today was the day Yun Zhezhi was buried.
"You have been unconscious for the past few days, and they took Master Yun to the Tomb of Heroes on your behalf and with the deacons."
"What?! When did you leave?"
"We set off last night."
"Quick! Prepare your horse! I have to go to the Tomb of Heroes!" Yun Zhemei coughed out a mouthful of blood just as she was about to get up.
"Master, please lie down quickly. How can you get out of here? If you need anything, please tell my disciple and I will go for you." Yun Lingzhi helped Yun Zhemei back to the couch and asked worriedly.
"With Yunfeng's temperament, he will definitely have a conflict with Sheng'er. Go get the pen and ink. You take my letter and the jade flute and hurry up!" Yun Zhemei said in a weak voice, telling Yun that the matter was After Ganzhi finished explaining, he lay down with a little relief.
Jiangnan Tomb of Heroes
The sound of the guzheng was clear and graceful, elegant and light. Everyone looked up and saw a girl about the same age as Yun Musheng playing the piano. The beating strings and beautiful melody seemed to be shining with natural clarity.
Looking at the person playing the piano again, she has a delicate and small face, cherry lips and a beautiful nose, a pair of almond-shaped eyes with watery eyes, and the red dress not only does not erase her innocence, but makes the whole person look very energetic and charming.
Yun Musheng's eyes flickered slightly, and then returned to the look shrouded in dark clouds.
"Who are you! How dare you act nonsense here?" Deacon Yunfeng stood up and asked angrily. The girl ignored her and only saw the young man sitting in front of the monument playing the sheng.
"The master of the Tianji Pavilion has an order. Any decision or action taken by Mr. Yuegong today will be on behalf of the Tianji Tower." A person behind the girl took out the token of the Tianji Tower and said majestically.
Yun Musheng was born in Huayun and had never left Huayun. How could Tianji Tower help him at this time? Yun Feng was puzzled.
But now Huayun is no longer as powerful as before, and the opponent is Tianji Tower, which is as famous as Tianxuan Sect, so it is difficult to say more. Besides, just one person working together cannot change the overall situation.
Outside the mourning hall, another group of people arrived one after another. Before they showed up, a burst of medicinal fragrance hit their nostrils. Yunfeng hurriedly greeted them. It turned out that they were the Yaochi Sect from far away in Jinzhou, who had just arrived.
"It's a long journey and we're late. Please don't blame me, Butler Yun." The voice of the person who spoke was cold and gentle, with a hint of domineering underneath. Unexpectedly, the Yaochi Sect was actually headed by Miao Chenglan himself. Come.
"Where is it? Master Miao is tired of traveling and traveling, and Yunfeng is far away from us." Seeing this, Yunfeng hurriedly welcomed the group in respectfully.
Suddenly, Yunfeng's face changed, and his eyes were filled with incomparable hatred. He glared at the person behind Miao Chenglan, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of a bell.
Yun Feng turned around and was dumbfounded. The Yao Chi Sect's group who had just arrived actually took out the konghou they had brought and started playing in harmony with Yun Musheng.
"Hahahaha, it's lively, it's really lively, it's much more exciting than the last time in Shaolin, so let's not be idle and support this kid!"
Ji Zhanyu, one of the Six Stars of Tianxuan Sect, looked like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. He also took out his bamboo flute and joined the ensemble.
Seeing that the three major sects were playing in unison, and the other small sects were even more generous, some were playing drums, and some were ringing bells. For a while, the "Song of the Wind and Snow" played in collaboration with various musical instruments spread throughout the Tomb of Heroes.
It was so deafening that even the swordsman in red clothes and white hair not far away started humming along. This scene was very spectacular.
Yun Feng always had great admiration for Yun Zhezhi. To be honest, he didn't care about the dangers Yun Musheng would encounter after inheriting the Thousand Birds Sword. He just felt that Yun Zhezhi was the only one in the world who was worthy of Qiandori.
At this moment, Yunfeng could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and without caring about the overall situation, he said harsh words: "Only the ensemble of Huayun disciples can count on Huayun's matter, and no other sect can count. Yun Musheng, today You can’t take this Chidori Sword away!”
"That one of the Seven Swords of Huayun, can he be regarded as a disciple of Huayun?" The man behind Miao Chenglan just now also held a sheng with the word "yun" engraved on it, sat next to Yun Musheng and started playing.
"Yun Qingya! You still have the nerve to come back! If you were here that day, how could the remaining scrolls of the Seven Kills Record be robbed, and how could Master Yun..."
Yunfeng paused and continued: "You must have been deceived by this Yaochi sect's enchantress..."
Before he finished speaking, a murderous aura appeared during the playing of the harp and went straight towards Yunfeng. Miao Chenglan did not look at him. The sound of the harp alone frightened Yunfeng into a cold sweat, which almost led to his death. The deacon who was in trouble was silent.
When the song ended, everyone seemed to be still immersed in the impromptu concert just now.
Obviously, although Yun Qingya was the only one playing with Yun Musheng on Huayun's side, counting the number of people from other sects, Yun Musheng could be considered an overwhelming victory. His eyes were still dim, and he was about to get up to pick him up. To get the Chidori, the way was unexpectedly blocked by the deacons of Hua Yun.
"Although there are many people playing with you today, they are not from Huayun. As long as a few of our deacons are here today, you can't even think of taking these thousand birds!"
Yunfeng's words were strong and sharp, and judging by their expressions, the other deacons were also determined to keep this Chidori with Yun Zhezhi forever.
Most of the representatives from other sects and factions just want to have fun. After all, it is an internal matter within Huayun. As outsiders, it is not easy to interfere.
"Scoundrel."
The girl in red glanced at Huayun's deacons, then continued to look at the young man who wanted to take the sword.
If the Yaochi Sect favored Yun Mu Sheng because of Yun Qingya's favor, and the Tianxuan Sect's participation in the ensemble was purely a result of Ji Zhanyu's random interference, why did Master Yue Gong of the Tianji Tower want to help?
This started when Qiu Zhongbai, the owner of Tianji Tower, visited Huayun two years ago.
Year 204 of the Tomb Calendar · Suiyun Mountains · Reception Hall
"Hahahaha, Lao Yun, it's really hard to walk in this Broken Cloud Mountain Range. Today, you have to get drunk with me!"
"Brother Zhongbai, if you say you are still a scholar, you are still an alcoholic at heart."
In the reception hall, the heads of the two sects were drinking and having fun. When they were young, they had been classmates for a while. Perhaps because they had similar odors, they had become close friends for many years.
"You are an alcoholic. I stole the wine from my private school teacher at that time, and you drank a lot. Besides, I didn't build this heavenly secret building to make all the poor people in the world happy. I can't live up to your expectations."
Qiu Zhongbai was a little drunk, and when he said this, he showed a bit of pride unconsciously.
"Hahahaha, eh? Zhong Bai, you just entered the reception hall and you didn't see your little niece. Do you need to look for her?"
"It doesn't matter, this Mingming is bored in Tianji's study on weekdays. It snows all the year round in the Suiyun Mountains. She may have gone to play in the snow. Come on, let's continue drinking!"
Outside the reception hall, a girl in red held a pile of snow, rolled it into snowballs, and threw it outside the wall. She thought it was so funny.
"Ouch!" A young boy's cry was heard from the other side of the wall. Maybe the snowball hit someone. Before the girl could react, the boy on the other side of the wall turned over and jumped over, scaring the girl in red and quickly apologizing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were on the other side just now. Do you... hurt?"
The young man covered his head and took a look, only to see that the girl in front of him was white and soft, with eyebrows like willow leaves, red lips, and eyes filled with autumn water. She was looking at him with full eyes at this moment.
For a moment, there was a hint of blush on the young man's cheeks. Apart from the two senior sisters, this was the first time he had seen a girl with such an appearance.
"I, I...my name is Yun Musheng, you, you...what's your name?" Yun Musheng, who was usually eloquent, stuttered at this time.
The girl smiled when she saw this situation.
"My surname is Qiu and my first name is Mingming. Usually everyone calls me Mingming. Does your head still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore. Since everyone calls you Mingming, wouldn't it seem uncreative if I call you Mingming again? In this case, I'll call you Qiuqiu, hahaha."
The young man covered his forehead while smiling brightly. His eyes were as clear as a mirror, and there were some outlines around his face, but he still couldn't hide his childishness.
The girl usually faced only boring poems and books in Tianji Study Room. Even when traveling with her uncle, the girls she made friends with were either idle young masters or people who spoke with an official accent and rambled on every sentence.
The young man in front of him has a good appearance, and more importantly, he has an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
"Well...then I'll call you Yunyun!"
"Haha, okay, let's go, I'll take you to visit other places in our Huayun."
In this way, the relationship between the two gradually became closer. When they parted, Yun Musheng secretly gave the girl a carrier pigeon.
"Qiuqiu, if something happens in the future, please use this carrier pigeon to write to me, and we can exchange letters."
"Yeah!" After Qiu Mingming finished speaking, he playfully pinched Yun Musheng's left ear with his fingers, then turned around and ran away.
Qiu Zhongbai had a panoramic view of this scene. "Hehe, I think my little niece has reached the age of first love." Zhong Bai secretly laughed and led the team away.
Tomb of Heroes, Year 206 of the Ling Calendar·Jiangnan·
"Yunfeng, who do you think you are? I am the first to agree that Sheng'er will inherit my elder brother's Chidori! No matter what the dangers are, I, Yun Qingya, will never let Sheng'er make any mistakes."
With that said, Yun Qingya held the famous sword Regicide in his hand and began to gather his inner strength.
"Haha, a person who abandons his sect and ignores it, how can he have the face to say such a thing?"
Seeing that the two sides were about to start a fight, suddenly there was the sound of galloping horse hooves, and Yun Lingzhi was seen arriving holding Yun Zhemei's autographed letter and a personal jade flute.
"Headmaster Zhemei has ordered that the Chidori Sword be taken back to Hua Yun for the time being. When Yun Musheng comes of age, if he can pass the trial and become a deacon, he can inherit the Chidori. If he fails, the Chidori will be with the previous head. The clouds break off the branches and rest in the tomb of heroes!"
Since this was Yun Zhemei's intention, the deacons said no more. Only Yun Feng, perhaps because his anger had not subsided, said unconvinced:
"The youngest among our deacons is already over thirty years old. If you want to become a deacon at the age of eighteen, not to mention other tests, just Feng Liuyun, the eighth form of Kuai Xue Sword Technique, if you can do it in two years During this period, I have learned that I, Yunfeng, will personally give up my position to others!"
"Then it's settled. When spring comes next year, the cirrus clouds will also destroy the peaks!"
After Yun Musheng finished speaking, accompanied by Yun Qingya's heroic laughter, he left with Yun Lingzhi and Hua Wenqing in full view of everyone. At noon, his eyes were like the bright sun shining in the sky above his head.
