The sun rises and sets, the clouds roll and relax.
One is the orphan of the Sword Immortal who has enemies on all sides, and the other is the Prince Dahuan who has been forced to return to his country. The two children, who should have never crossed paths in their lives, got acquainted on Fulong Qishan by accident.
Two lonely hearts, one cold and one hot, accompany each other and comfort each other.
Yan Longyu and Dugu Haodang grew up from children to handsome young men in the mountains and rivers.
On the top of Qishan Mountain, the dragon rain is mighty and the weather is extraordinary.
In July of the first year of Chunfeng, Queen Yao, who had been frail since childhood, gave birth to a son for Emperor Chunfeng and died of illness. The beautiful woman passed away, and she only reigned as queen for eight months. Emperor Chunfeng was so compassionate that he named his son "Tianbao" and established him as the prince.
In the second year of Chunfeng, Emperor Chunfeng removed all the old civil servants left over from the previous emperor's dynasty. Zhu Yuanpu, the governor of Qinzhou, was granted the title of prime minister, leading the ministerial affairs department; Cao Qinfeng, the former Sima of Chuzhou, was appointed the minister of the Ministry of Rites; two ministers from Conglong were appointed, Wang Yanxiu was the minister of the Ministry of War, and Fan Liangchun was the chief minister of the Imperial Academy; the old man who had lived in seclusion in the countryside for many years was reactivated. Grand Master Wang Jiansu was appointed Zhongshu Ling and took charge of the Ministry of Officials...
In the fourth year of Chunfeng, the eight meritorious military generals of the dynasty, headed by Hong Yingang, the adopted son of Luan Lingyu, the emperor of the country, were stationed on the four borders of the dynasty and were in charge of the eight armies of the dynasty.
The whole country, both civil and military, has a new look and is in good order.
The boy's story begins in the summer fifteen years later.
——On the first day of June in the fifteenth year of Chunfeng, in the summer, I climbed up the mountain and looked at the foot of Guanyun Peak.
There was a man in white clothes holding two handsome-faced young men by both hands, walking leisurely on the mountain path and slowly walking up to Qishan Guanyun Peak.
Yan Longyu and Dugu Haodang are nineteen-year-old young men who have not yet been crowned.
Yan Longyu, the son of the Sword Immortal, is dressed in plain white clothes. He has long lost the baby fat he had when he was a child. His face is elegant and refined. When he is not talking, he looks like a romantic and talented man who came out of a storybook. He is full of bookishness.
As soon as the young man opened his mouth, the landslide and the earth shattered, erasing all the girls' imaginations about talented people and beautiful women. Yan Longyu said: "Grandpa Baiyi, when did you finally teach me and Dugu our real skills? In the past fifteen years, you have let me I went to Guanyun Peak to sleep, and asked Dugu to take a bath in Xixinquan, but we were not allowed to alternate."
"It has been fifteen years, and we are about to leave the mountain. At least Dugu has Grandpa He teaching him swordsmanship. I am still unable to restrain a chicken. You old man, you can rest assured that I, a pitiful and handsome young man, will enter the mortal world alone... …”
The white-clothed celestial being who had only been in fifteen years but seemed to have experienced fifty years was now covered with silver hair and aged like an old man. Baiyi smiled warmly, looked up at Guanyun Peak, which seemed so close but was so far away when walking, and replied: "When the wind blows, the calmer the water surface becomes, the deeper it becomes. I'll teach you. It’s bottomless, great weather!”
Dugu Haodang wears a gorgeous long-sleeved black shirt and holds a three-foot long sword in his hand. He has a starry eyebrow and a pair of eyes as black as a deep valley. His face is as sharp as a knife and as cold as ice. He exudes the unique mysterious temperament of the northwest royal family. , is a kind of youthful beauty that is completely different from Yan Longyu. Hearing Yan Longyu's ramblings, Dugu Haodang, who had never taken the initiative to talk to others, now asked the old man in white for the first time: "Senior, you are an immortal, so divination of good and bad luck must be a piece of cake!"
Baiyi asked with a smile: "Your Highness, Dugu, what do you want to calculate?"
Dugu Haodang glanced at Yan Longyu and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, unnoticeably, "I want to know how many girls he can deceive after coming down the mountain with his mouth."
"Dugu Haodang, what do you mean?"
"It's boring, even less interesting than you."
"Menghulu, please speak clearly!"
"can not say it clearly."
…………
In recent years, Dugu Haodang, who cherished his words in front of ordinary people, always had endless "nonsense" with Yan Longyu.
The white-clothed celestial being, who was sandwiched between the two men, frowned slightly as he listened to the two teenagers bickering. Maybe he felt that the two of them were noisy, but the next moment, the figure of the white-clothed celestial being split into two, and one person became two!
One held Yan Longyu with his left hand, and the other held Dugu Haodang with his right hand. They walked in two completely different directions and disappeared on the mountain top path in an instant.
It seems unbelievable to ordinary people, but the two teenagers who experienced it have long been accustomed to it.
For fifteen years, every time they went up the mountain, the two young men had to hold Bai Yi's hands and not let go. If they let go, they would have to walk the same path all over again to reach that peak and spring.
On the Guanyun Peak, you can watch the rising sea of clouds and nourish the aura of awe-inspiring scenery.
Wash your mind in the spring, cleanse your mind and build a clean body.
But such a mysterious practice, in Yan Longyu's words, turned into sleeping cross-legged, taking off clothes and taking a bath. It was like holding a golden rice bowl and crying for poverty along the street. No one would have broken their teeth and wanted to give him a few kicks.
——In the evening of the next day, the cicadas chirped loudly in the mountains.
On the winding dirt road from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, three people were walking down the mountain in twilight.
Among the three people, in addition to the young men Yan Longyu and Dugu Haodang, there was another thin middle-aged man in a blue shirt with his hair tied up, gray temples and a slight hunchback.
Yan Longyu climbed naked on the middle-aged man's back, his body covered with scratches from branches, and he kept moaning.
The middle-aged man was Hua Fengju. This middle-aged man was carrying his nephew who had just been pulled up from the ravine on his back. His face was covered with his trademark gloom and disdain.
The black-clothed Dugu Haodang, with sword-like eyes and starry eyebrows, followed the two of them with his arms around his sword without much expression. Yan Longyu's bloody tattered clothes were pinned to his waist.
Yan Longyu groaned: "Uncle Feng, I love your good nephew so much."
Hua Fengju, who had his hair tied up in a wooden hairpin, smiled helplessly and cursed: "Don't die, kid. No matter how bad things happen, I will feed you with shit and piss."
Yan Longyu, who was rarely cared for by Hua Fengju, smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the wound on his face, "You said that the white-clothed celestial being asked me to go to Guanyun Peak every month and didn't teach me martial arts. You said it was Guanyun." Guan Tianxia. Every time I sit there and fall asleep at Guanyun Peak, he asks me to go back again when I wake up. Isn’t this lying to children? Right, Dugu.”
Dugu Haodang was noncommittal and responded with a hum.
Yan Longyu seemed to have realized something, "No, Uncle Feng, what do you mean by feeding him with shit and urine?"
Hua Fengju shook his head and smiled and slapped Yan Longyu's butt on the back. The latter screamed, "You kid, don't be ignorant of your blessings. Since you are a heavenly being, you have your own arrangements. Besides, I am not a teacher." Have you learned the unique skill of "Moving Flower Steps" from Tonghuang Island in the South China Sea?"
Yan Longyu rubbed his butt and said disdainfully: "What's the moving step? Isn't it just Qinggong? Uncle Feng, what I want to learn is the martial arts secrets that can make me a great swordsman in the world! Just like my father. You were so powerful back then, how could it be possible? Didn’t you even find this martial arts secret book?”
Hua Fengju laughed loudly, "There are a few of them, but they are not suitable for you to practice. I'm afraid that I will ruin your practice. Besides, no matter how powerful the secret books are, they were written by mortals. As the saying goes, 'No one is a sage.' , if someone writes those secret books, then someone can break them. What's the point of following other people's rules? What I practice is a sure-kill method that will kill you with a sword. What kind of bullshit master do you expect to become with just a secret book? I think you are. You must have read too many martial arts novels by Yamashita!"
Dugu Haodang, who was behind them, responded quietly: "Everything Uncle Feng said makes sense."
Yan Longyu nodded savoringly, then turned to look at Dugu Haodang behind him, "So Uncle Feng holds the sword for the killing clan. So Dugu, what sword did Grandpa He teach you?"
Dugu Haodang raised his head and looked at Yan Longyu, spitting out three words, "Junzi Sword!"
"oh."
Yan Longyu, who refused to calm down for a moment, rested his head on Hua Fengju's shoulder and said casually: "Alas! When will I become a great swordsman like my father!"
Hua Fengju looked at the young man's head on his shoulder, then looked up at the sky and said nothing more.
The middle-aged man was just thinking in his heart: I wonder if I, Hua Fengju, can wait until the day when you, Yan Longyu, hold the sword and walk around the world in this life.
The moon and stars are sparse.
A tall old Confucian scholar with black hair and black hair was sitting on the bamboo bridge outside the bamboo house, holding a book and enjoying the cool air.
The moonlight mixed with the candlelight hit the book in the old man's hand, illuminating his serious and weather-beaten face.
Under the old locust tree beside the bridge, there is a lazy old yellow dog lying down.
Hearing the sound, the old man raised his head and saw the three people coming down the mountain. He stood up and said in a simple and hoarse voice: "Yan Longyu, what's wrong with not seeing each other for two days? What's the matter with the injuries all over your body?"
Before Hua Fengju could say anything, Yan Longyu on his back spoke first: "Mr. Qin, it's funny to say that I fell into a ditch when I went down the mountain..."
The old Confucian scholar did not smile, but looked at the young man on Hua Fengju's back with a serious face, and said: "Go back quickly to recover from your injuries! Come find me early tomorrow. I have something to say to you." The old man turned to Dugu again. Haodang said, "Your Highness, follow me back to the house!"
Dugu Haodang put the bloody clothes in Yan Longyu's hands and snorted: "It's not funny at all."
After saying that, the old Confucian scholar Qin Ruoyang nodded towards Hua Fengju, and slowly walked back to the bamboo house while holding the hand of the boy in black that was not holding the sword.
The old yellow dog was still lying under the old locust tree, lazily wagging its tail at a few people.
…
Hua Fengju built two more bamboo houses on the open space next to the original fenced bamboo house, one on one side.
There were originally three beds in the main house, one each for Yan Longyu, Yan Gui, and Hua Fengju. Yan Gui left one empty after he finished his studies and came down the mountain two years ago. Hanging diagonally on the wall of the main hall was Hua Fengju's azure blue long sword. However, after Hua Fengju found it during the Battle of Gunlongjiang, it had been hanging on the wall and had never been unsheathed.
After applying medicine and changing into clean clothes, Yan Longyu lay on the bed with his hair disheveled. Through the crack in the door, the young man could see the back of Hua Fengju sitting on the threshold outside the house.
Hua Fengju, in green shirt with wooden hairpin hanging down, sat on the threshold with her back to the boy. She had lived in Qishan for fifteen years. The face of Xishu Fengjue, who was once astonishingly talented in the way of swordsmanship, lost some of her rejection in those days. The arrogance of people thousands of miles away is a little more careless that everything in the world has nothing to do with me.
Yan Longyu looked at Uncle Feng's back in a daze: Is this the same Xishu Fengjue who always killed people with his sword?
After a long while, Yan Longyu said: "Uncle Feng, tell me the story of Jianghu! I don't want to hear about the Eternal Sword Emperor or the Flower-moving Immortal tonight. I just want to hear your story."
A green lantern was lit in front of the middle-aged man. He was holding Yan Longyu's clothes that were torn by a branch in his hand. He took an embroidery needle from his hair and prepared to mend the child's clothes. He was stunned when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Me! There is no story. In the past forty years, I just breathed a sigh of relief."
Yan Longyu looked at Hua Fengju who was facing outside the house, feeling a little sad for some reason, "I don't care, Uncle Feng will always be a powerful person. None of the top ten sects and top ten masters in the world are as powerful as my Uncle Feng's sword." !”
"Uncle Feng, I'm sleepy. I won't talk about going to bed. You should go to bed early. Don't drink alone!" Yan Longyu buried his face in the pillow and stopped talking.
Hua Fengju turned around and looked at the young man in the crack of the door. He smiled and shook his head. The corners of his eyes could not help but turn red.
He had to admit that the child back then had grown up, and he was just that old.
He became famous in the world in his teens, and became a martial arts genius who realized the Qi Control realm in his twenties. But now he has been living in the mountains for fifteen years, and he can't even hold an embroidery needle in his right hand. What are you doing with Hua Fengju? ?
Hua Feng raised his head, let the moonlight fall into his eyes, and smiled to himself: "I don't do it for anything else, just for the name my sister and your mother gave me, and this sword. Boy, you know You're not asleep yet, don't you want to listen to my story? Okay, I'll tell it to you today."
"Your mother's name is Yin Yuan. She is the surname of the former dynasty. She is a descendant of the Yin family. She was the little princess of Yanbei who lived in fine clothes and fine food. She is very beautiful. Unlike other women who stay in the boudoir all day and never leave the house, she lives a good life. Very comfortable.”
"When your mother was eleven years old, she went with her father, your grandfather, to the border to supervise the war and returned. She picked up two hungry children in the ruins on the way back. The little princess was kind-hearted, and she knelt down Begging her father on the ground to save these two children."
"These two children survived the little princess's pleading. She personally taught the two children to read and learn calligraphy, and also gave them new names, one flower, one leaf, one phoenix and one lin. The little princess regarded them as She was raised at home just like her biological brothers. She was not close to her biological brothers or sisters, but she only loved and took care of these two adopted brothers. She suffered a lot of injustice in order to keep these two brothers."
"Later, one of the younger brothers said he wanted to learn swordsmanship, and she took the child's hand and left immediately, going to Qijian Tower. It was snowing all over the sky, and Princess Yanbei took the child she picked up in front of Qijian Tower. After squatting all night, I asked the old owner of Qijian Tower to accept the child and make him an anonymous disciple."
"The days passed like this, until the princess sister fell in love with Yan Linxiao who came to Qijianlou to ask for swords. She pursued him to Xishu despite the objections of the old King Yan, and finally married the man who was more than ten years older than her. man."
"My sister didn't have a dowry when she got married, so we made her dowry."
"Yihua Yiye followed my sister to Xishu."
"Flowers like swords, and they only learn swordsmanship to kill the ungrateful people in the world;
Ye likes books and reads only to save people and save the stupid people in the world.
Her two younger brothers gradually became famous in the world and became the best of Phoenix and Lin in Xishu. And that flower is me, Hua Fengju. "
Having said this, the middle-aged man with frost-white temples couldn't help but sigh.
"She treated me like a biological brother, brought me to the threshold of martial arts, and gave me the opportunity to become famous in the world. I, Hua Fengju, will be able to repay such a great favor in my lifetime, and I will never be able to repay it in my lifetime."
"Some people say that I am a martial arts genius and can become a master in my twenties, but no one knows that because I killed many people who wanted to harm my sister, all the way from Yanbei to Xishu, fighting to the death... …”
In the crack of the door without light, the boy who had not fallen asleep had already wet his pillow with tears.
Listening to the middle-aged man on the threshold talking incessantly, Yan Longyu interrupted him with a hint of crying, "So Uncle Feng, you gave up your arm for me, gave up the great prospect of being famous in the world, and devoted yourself to ten years in this mountain. Five years?”
"Uncle Feng, are you stupid?"
Hua Fengju put down the sewn clothes, rubbed his eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't be so sentimental, I'm doing it for my sister, you are the older one!"
The young man burst into tears and laughed, and the middle-aged man also laughed. The two of them just laughed, not knowing why, but they just wanted to laugh and couldn't stop laughing, amidst the chirping of the cicadas on the lonely moon and the dim light of the green lamp. Come down.
After a long time, Yan Longyu suddenly asked: "By the way, Uncle Feng, who is that Ye you are talking about?"
Hua Fengju said with some disdain: "He's just a selfish hypocrite! You may see him in the future. Haha, although that person is selfish, he is still affectionate and will always come to you. I don't want to talk about him. , you can ask it yourself in the future!”
Yan Longyu asked again: "Then what is his name?"
Hua Fengju said slowly: "Ye Fulin."
Yan Longyu said oh and finally said nothing.
The sound of cicadas in the mountains has subsided at some point, and the yellow dog is still lying lazily under the locust tree, listening quietly with his ears raised.
