Suiyun Mountains·Square in front of the main hall
As soon as Yun Feng said this, everyone present was stunned. Yun Lingzhi and Yun Qingya rebuked him for making his own decisions and not keeping his word.
The Chidori is the only relic of Yun Musheng's mentor Yun Zhezhi, which represents not only the memory of Yun Zhezhi, but also the inheritance. At this time, Yun Musheng was even more furious. He held back his anger and gritted his teeth and asked:
"Why are you like this?!"
Yunfeng was still kneeling, looking at the broken sword in his hand, the corners of his eyes were already moist, and he choked and said:
"Back then, in the Sword Climbing Conference, if either Master Zhezhi or Fairy Hua won, the owner of Yanyu Tower would agree to place one of the remaining scrolls of the Seven Kills in the Yanyu Tower. Since ancient times, the Yanyu Tower has gathered masters from all over the world, even if he can hide the Sun Pavilion No matter how strong you are, you don’t dare to act rashly.
If your father hadn't defeated Master Zhezhi and Fairy Hua successively, so that the fragments of the scroll had to remain in Huayun, Huayun would not have caused the disaster of killing two years ago! you say! How could I willingly leave a thousand birds in your hands! "
"My father?" Yun Musheng was stunned for a moment. No one had mentioned the whereabouts of his father for many years, but he was actually the one who could defeat his master and Fairy Hua.
"That's enough! Yunfeng, you haven't kept your word. You are no longer worthy of being a disciple of Huayun. From today on, you will be expelled from the master and will never return to Huayun!"
After Yun Zhemei finished speaking, Yunfeng began to tremble even in his breathing, but before he could feel sad, he was taken away by several disciples.
Before leaving, he took one last look at the huge plaque above the main hall. The three words "Huayun Sect" that had accompanied him for nearly half his life had nothing to do with him anymore.
Suiyun Mountain Range·Zhemei Hall
At night, Yun Musheng came to Zhemei Hall to say hello to Yun Zhemei. Yun Zhemei ordered someone to pour two cups of hot tea and sat down at the same table with Yun Musheng. Just as Yun Musheng was about to speak, she was interrupted by Yun Zhemei:
"If you want to ask about your parents, don't mention it again. You will know when the time is right."
Yun Musheng paused for a moment, but he didn't expect that Yun Zhemei would reveal what he was worried about. But besides asking about his parents, he actually had another request.
Now that Yun Musheng has grown up, she already has some experience in the Kuai Xue Swordsmanship, but she has never been out of the mountain, and she only heard descriptions of the world from friends in letters.
Therefore, he wanted to enter this world, travel around for himself, and see the places where his master and aunt had been, and he would surely gain some insights.
After hearing this, Yun Zhemei sighed, as if she had already anticipated the reason why Yun Musheng came today, and said slowly:
"You think I don't know. You still want to go to Jiangnan to participate in the Sword Climbing Tournament and take back the Chidori. But do you know that the top players in the Sword Climbing Tournament are all very strong. Although the Sword Climbing Tournament has age There are restrictions, but there are so many geniuses in the world, and it is not easy to win the top of martial arts."
Yun Musheng's eyes became determined and she returned:
"We are only born in this world for a few decades. If we let the things we want to achieve slip away without working hard, I will be unwilling to do so."
Yun Zhemei was slightly stunned after hearing this. She didn't know since when, that confused boy who only laughed and played every day has turned into a thoughtful and responsible adult. His expression when he spoke was exactly the same as the high-spirited Yun Zhezhi when he was young. .
Yun Zhemei looked a little lost in thought, then quickly came back to her senses. Since Yun Musheng had this idea, Yun Zhemei, as a senior aunt, would not stop her. No matter what, Huayun will always be Yun Musheng's home. , just asked when he planned to set off.
"We'll leave early tomorrow morning."
"So urgent? Lingzhi and Wenqing have treated you like brothers since childhood and didn't say goodbye?"
Yun Musheng turned to look at the window. The snow on the windowsill was flawless and crystal clear, just like Senior Sister Qingqing's snow-white skin; the birds outside the window sang loudly, and their voices echoed like the hearty laughter of Senior Sister Ganoderma lucidum. After a while, , then sighed and said:
"Only the two of them, I'm afraid that if I see them, it will be difficult to leave."
After saying that, Yun Musheng turned around and prepared to leave. When he just opened the door of Zhemei Hall, he saw Yun Lingzhi and Hua Wenqing standing outside the door.
Yun Musheng was startled and felt a little embarrassed for a moment. What puzzled him was that the timing of the appearance of the two senior sisters was too coincidental.
"Why, now that your wings have grown hard, you don't have to report to your senior sister when you go far away?"
Yun Lingzhi tugged on Yun Musheng's ears, still as careless as ever.
Yun Zhemei hid her face and smiled. It turned out that the two of them had expected that due to Yun Musheng's fiery temper, she would ask Yun Zhemei about leaving the mountain tonight.
After all, not to mention the importance of Chidori to him, Yun Musheng has known a lot of strange things in the world through correspondence with Xiao Nizi in Tiantian Airport over the years, and has long wanted to see the vastness of the world. , the desire of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.
After the two of them passed the examination of Deacon Yun Musheng and while they were recovering from their injuries in the Medical Pavilion, they had already applied to Yun Zhemei to host a banquet and drink in the Fairy Hall to practice for Yun Musheng.
"Xiao Shengzi, Lingzhi finally got the master's permission to drink alcohol today with great difficulty. You must accompany her to have a good drink."
Hua Wenqing pulled Yun Musheng's sleeves, with a slight smile on his gentle face. Yun Lingzhi on the side grabbed Yun Musheng's arm and walked out:
"We used to steal Master's wine in secret, but today we can drink openly. You kid, don't drink it after just one glass."
Yun Musheng felt much more relaxed when she saw the two senior sisters talking and laughing with her.
Yun Zhemei saw this scene from a distance, and felt a long-lost warmth in her heart. She seemed to remember in a trance many years ago, when she was drinking and talking with her brothers, three little guys who were unsteady on their feet were sitting at the wine table. A playful scene.
Nowadays, they are all taller than themselves, and they are Huayun disciples who can take charge of many things on their own.
Suiyun Mountain Range·Shanmenkou
Early the next morning, while the two senior sisters were still asleep, Yun Musheng left a letter, picked up her luggage and left quietly.
As soon as he reached the gate of the mountain, a dart passed by him and was inserted into the tree trunk in front of him, with a letter on it.
Then, the sound of a bamboo flute and a long flute came from behind, and the music played was the "Song of the Wind and Snow" that is familiar to everyone among Huayun's disciples.
The sound of this song is soft and melodious. When Yun Musheng listens to the music, it is like a pair of gentle jade hands caressing her face. There is tenderness, concern, a touch of sadness, and sweet happiness in the music. She knows it without looking at it. It must have been played by two senior sisters.
Yun Musheng smiled slightly, but she still couldn't hide from the eyes of the senior sisters. She calculated in her heart that all of them would be eaten to death. Maybe these were relatives.
Following the melodious music, Yun Musheng opened the letter. There were no long words on it, only twelve short words:
Remember to eat when you get home late, and don’t forget to put on extra clothes when it’s cold.
The handwriting of the two sentences was different, so it was obviously written by the two senior sisters respectively. However, it was this warning that she could hear every day. Yun Musheng could no longer hold back the tears, and a burning feeling filled her eyes. , the corners of his mouth could not stop trembling.
As a child without a father or mother, his two senior sisters were the people who cared about him the most besides Yun Zhezhi. Eighteen years of getting along day and night had already engraved this family affection in each other's hearts.
Yun Musheng turned around and knelt down, bowing deeply towards Huayun's mountain gate. As she bowed, the goose-feather-like snow fell one after another, and the music that was still being played seemed to tremble.
The feeling of reluctance melted into the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and someone’s tears were stained by the wind.
