Qingyun Mountain Xiaozhu Peak
The night was dark, and the sky was as solid as dark ink. Only thick dark clouds could be vaguely seen moving slowly in the sky, and silent rain fell from the boundless black. Farther away on the horizon, there was a faint rumble of thunder, and it was unclear whether a more violent wind and rain would be coming soon.
The steep and beautiful Xiaozhu Peak is still as peaceful as it has been for thousands of years. The bamboos all over the mountains and plains are still whispering the sound of rustling bamboo waves on this stormy night, silently gazing at the people on the top of the mountain.
In the Jingzhu Pavilion, the door is lightly closed, and a half-open window is open. The wind and rain in the mountains come quietly. Rain powder flies into the house from time to time, wetting the window sill made of bamboo, and slowly condenses into water droplets. It slipped quietly, leaving behind traces of water. The mountain wind blowing from a distance gently shook the windows, making a gentle 'squeak' sound in this silent rainy night.
The candlelight placed on the table in the room swayed from time to time, flickering on and off. It seemed to be blown out several times, but it always struggled and persisted until the mountain wind weakened, slowly regained its brightness, and became bright again. There was no other light in the night, and a place a little far away from this candlelight was shrouded in shadow.
Lu Xueqi sat at the table, silently looking at the candlelight. It was late at night, but she had no sleepiness. Suddenly, a coat was draped on her body. Lu Xueqi was startled and raised her head to see his bright eyes, with her own shadow shining in them. Zhang Xiaofan didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to block the wind. The fire quickly stabilized and started to shine again, and then he also sat down.
Zhang Xiaofan was silent for a moment and said, "Tomorrow seems to be Master Shuiyue's memorial day." Whenever Lu Xueqi thought of what Master Shuiyue said to her before he died, Lu Xueqi couldn't help but feel a twinge in her heart, "Xueqi, live on." , remember Master’s words and live well..."
Zhang Xiaofan silently stretched out his hand, put his arm around her waist, pulled her a little closer, and leaned against him. There was a faint fragrance coming from the body of the woman in front of her, and she said: "Remember the past again?" Lu Xueqi said with a hint of sobs: "When the Ghost King was about to attack Tongtian Peak, my master once said to me However, you want me to leave Qingyun Mountain, go where I want to go, be with the one I love, live a good life, and never come back."
"If I had listened to her then, she would not have..." She did not continue, because there were already a few tears streaming down her cheeks. Zhang Xiaofan saw his beloved wife so sad and held her hand a little tighter. Lu Xueqi also buried her head in Zhang Xiaofan's arms and sobbed softly. Just like that, the sound of wind and rain outside the house was mixed with a slight cry.
It rained all night and finally stopped in the early morning of the second day. Xiaozhu Peak has been baptized by rain, and the tear bamboos all over the mountain are even more green. The sound of bamboo is like an ethereal song that soothes the heart, rustling into the world, brushing away the complicated emotional entanglements; and like a smiling girl, whispering with her gentle whisper, quietly walking into every room. A lonely and injured soul brings peace and warmth in the world.
Xiaozhufeng back mountain
In front of the tomb of the former Master Shuiyue, all Xiaozhufeng disciples were all dressed in plain clothes and looked solemn. They took turns to burn incense and kneel in front of the tomb. From time to time, the breeze blew, making the green bamboo next to it rustle. Wen Min and the newly married Tang Yingying both rushed over from Dazhu Peak and Fenghui Peak early in the morning. Although they no longer live in Xiaozhu Peak, they still care about the sisters in Xiaozhu Peak. Wen Min, in particular, will come to visit the junior sisters from time to time.
"Senior sister, it's your turn." After hearing Tang Yingying's reminder, Lu Xueqi and Wenmin walked forward together, respectfully bowed three times in front of Master Shuiyue's monument, then walked forward lightly, inserting the burning incense in their hands into the sandalwood. Then he stepped back, knelt on the mat in front of him, and kowtowed three times. There was no other sound around except the soft sound of clothes.
After an unknown amount of time, the disciples finished offering incense one after another. Wenmin waved to them and said, "Okay, it's not early yet. You all should go back..." "Yes, senior sister..." Wenmin nodded slightly to them and looked at everyone. The junior sister slowly dispersed and turned to Lu Xueqi and said, "Junior sister, thank you for taking care of the master these years." Lu Xueqi looked at Wen Min and then said, "Senior sister, the master has raised me since I was a child. These are all what I should do,"
Wen Min nodded slightly, and the bamboo leaves rustled. Master Shuiyue's tombstone stood quietly in the middle, as if the once unsmiling master was silently looking at his two beloved disciples in front of him. The smoke lingers quietly from the fragrant sandalwood, rising quietly in curves, and finally becomes lighter and lighter, converging together, and gradually becomes invisible.
Wenmin watched all this for a long time, then looked at Lu Xueqi, who had been silent beside her, and said softly: "Please stay with Master here for more time, I'll go see the other junior sisters..." Lu Xueqi turned to look at Wenmin and said: "Well , Okay..." "Junior sister, the master has passed away so many years ago, you don't have to..." Wen Min stopped talking.
Lu Xueqi took a deep look at Wen Min, smiled lightly and said, "Sister, I know what you want to say, don't worry, I just want to spend more time with Master,"
"That's good." Wen Min gently put his hand on Lu Xueqi's shoulder and continued: "If Master has a soul in heaven, he will be very pleased to see your current situation..."
Lu Xueqi looked at Master Shuiyue's tomb and thought of Master Shuiyue's reprimand, "You are entangled with that Zhang Xiaofan. For you, this is a bad relationship. Do you know?" "Yes." "What's more, Zhang Xiaofan has now betrayed the right path and become a demon. I don't need to tell you more about what he has done in the past ten years. To tell you the truth, what happened between you and him has long been resolved. Rumor has spread all over the city, and even your master Daoxuan master already knows about it. However, these elders first complain that you are young and ignorant, and secondly, they pity you for your talent, intelligence, and difficulty in cultivation, so they give you opportunities again and again. Don't do it again. I’m obsessed with it!”
"But this strand of sinful love cannot be broken by the disciple!" But for the sake of her true love, she contradicted her master for the first time and was beaten for the first time. Even so, she could not stop missing him. She said: "Master, you were so opposed to me being with Xiaofan at first, but you finally agreed. Now Xiaofan is very kind to me. If you saw this, you would also be happy for Qier." She stood. After a long time, Lu Xueqi walked towards Wang Yuetai.
watch the moon
On the viewing platform, Lu Xueqi's white clothes fluttered, looking independent. On the edge of this familiar cliff, I don’t know how I feel. Is it the crazy sword dance? Or the deep-seated lovesickness? Or was it, that one night, when my master promised me the freedom to pursue happiness? Maybe, both.
Two unforgettable faces intertwined in my heart again and again. A person who is deep in my heart, holds my hand, and stays with me for a lifetime. A person who is like a teacher and a mother, treats oneself as one’s own child, loves oneself and protects oneself...
Above the sky, a round of tomorrow has risen into the sky without knowing when, shining its light through the clouds onto the empty cliff platform. Lu Xueqi's beautiful figure is like an immortal, floating out of the world. The sound of bamboos sounded, and the mountain wind blew up, ruffling the long hair, and faintly bringing out a few wisps of faint fragrance.
Time passed little by little. Unexpectedly, it has been nearly a day, and the situation of Master Shuiyue's lifetime is constantly replaying in his mind. He is so overwhelmed that he actually forgets the time. She stood facing the wind, but she didn't know when she thought of the man engraved in her heart. At this time, a pair of strong arms hugged him.
She knew it was him, and there was a deep smile on his beautiful face. There were very few people here except the two of them, so she let him hold her in his arms like this. At this moment, her heart was actually a little confused.
