Clouds roll and relax, joys and sorrows arise. In this world, nine out of ten things will be unsatisfactory. They will be bitter at first and sweet later. Those who can enjoy peace and tranquility after twists and turns can be said to be extremely blessed.
Ye Wumian looked at Luo Xiangzhu's face calmly and saw that her beauty was as beautiful as ever, but she looked a little haggard. I know that she was like this because of her ups and downs of mood, mixed joys and sorrows, loss and recovery, and almost a sleepless night.
He felt sorry for her.
The sun gradually climbed up the mountain, and the two of them stood in front of the cabin for a long time without knowing it. It was early in the morning.
The mountain breeze blows, carrying the fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums. Ye Wumian turned around and looked. Next to the wooden house, a cluster of chrysanthemums is blooming proudly. The early morning sunshine has not completely dried up the autumn frost, and there is still a bit of chill on the branches and leaves. This should be the trace of last night's fight with fate.
Just listen to Luo Xiang's bamboo singing: "The lotus has no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches." She looked at Ye Wumian and smiled sweetly, like flowers blooming overnight, "Amian, this is Su Shi's poem from the Song Dynasty, do you know the sword technique of this poem?"
Ye Wumian shook his head and said: "This trick is very difficult to learn. The annotators have always tried to explain it, but it has always been frustrating. Therefore, I have never learned it."
If you just memorize the poems, you will not be able to learn the corresponding martial arts in the poems. You have to study the annotations and understand the details of the operation of internal forces, moves and movements, etc., in order to master them.
"It doesn't matter if you have heard of this poem." Luo Xiangzhu said, "This poem is really wonderful. Autumn has deepened, the lotus has withered, but the chrysanthemum still remains. Comparing the two, the character of the chrysanthemum, You learn from it with me.”
After a long pause, she said again: "Amian, I wish we could be chrysanthemums. Even if the earth is desolate and the sky is desolate, there will still be a bush of proud frost branches."
Ye Wumian laughed: "Yes, I heard that autumn and winter are cold, so what, we have to open up under the frost and snow!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, both seeing the courage and encouragement surging in each other's eyes. Courage is a very precious quality. It is the courage to penetrate recklessness. Inspiration, only pure friendship can give the needed touch.
Ye Wumian suddenly took Luo Xiangzhu's hand, and a blush climbed onto her cheeks. But she didn't say anything. After a little struggle, she stopped trying to break free. Looking at Ye Wumian, she waited quietly for him to speak.
Ye Wumian said: "Miss, I'm going to put on that mask with the wrinkles again. Are you, are you afraid?"
Only then did Luo Xiangzhu remember that Ye Wumian had said before that wearing a mask meant he had something to do; but what it was, Ye Wumian didn't say clearly, and she didn't ask.
Now that she had time, she naturally asked: "Amian, what is it that makes you have to wear this ugly mask?"
I had a sleepless night and kept talking. If we want to tell the truth, we have to mention that letter. The letter was in his arms, so he took it out and showed it to her. It was just a matter of looking into his arms, handing it over and reading it.
However, the amount of hidden information in this letter may be difficult for Luo Xiangzhu to accept.
"The young lady has been raised in a deep house since she was a child. She is not familiar with worldly affairs and has a deep love for the master and his daughter. If you read the letter, the master and Zhang Daqiu and other thieves call themselves brothers, and there are secret transportations and unexplained interactions. It may be subverted. Thoughts in my heart. She just escaped a difficulty and it is not appropriate for her to go through such twists and turns again." Ye Wumian thought to herself.
Not intending to tell the truth, he had to find an excuse and said: "I was in the bamboo house last night and felt a lot of resentment in the house, so I made a great wish, saying that if all the resentful spirits help me kill Zhang Daqiu and a group of thieves, I will The bones of this bandit will be crushed and his ashes raised to report to the spirit in heaven.
Now, I am indeed victorious, and I must not break my promise and become fat. We need to use Zhang Daqiu's identity to order the minions to turn several major thieves in the mountain into ashes! After all, this is much easier and less labor-intensive than hauling the cremation myself. "
He briefly talked about pretending to be Zhang Daqiu's body as his own; he also mentioned how he would deal with the two thieves Shi Mao and Shi Dameng later.
Fortunately, he had planned to do this, so he used this as an excuse, and his expression was normal. Luo Xiangzhu did not doubt him, but it was a little hard to accept and said: "Others are fine, but, you put Zhang Daqiu's Isn’t it a bit unlucky to pretend to be yourself and cremate the corpse?”
Ye Wumian smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe. But if I don't do this, those minions won't believe that I'm just trying to make a big deal."
Luo Xiangzhu calmed down his thoughts and didn't quite understand the reason for doing this, but knowing that he would never mess around, he had no choice but to let him go. She looked at him and said, "If there is anything you need me to do, just let me know."
Ye Wumian took her hand, showed Zhang Daqiu's usual look, and said, "It's nothing else, but I need you to pretend to be Mrs. Yazhai."
Luo Xiangzhu sighed and said: "You don't need to wear that fake face anymore, you are just acting in your true colors."
Ye Wumian laughed a few times, startling a tree-roosting crow. Although Luo Xiangzhu said so, the fake face still needs to be worn.
At that moment, he finished the preparations, took off the dragon scale iron sheath sword from Lai Cong's body, tied it around his waist together with the pine pattern sword, held Luo Xiangzhu's hand, and headed towards the main peak of Black Elk Peak. go.
When we arrived at the main road, we gradually met many patrolling Black Elk Gang members. When the gang members saw him, because he had already stood up to Zhang Daqiu, they thought it was Zhang Daqiu who was coming in person, and immediately acted respectfully. Seeing him wearing clothes soaked in blood on his chest and holding two swords at his waist, it was very different from the normal situation. Although he felt something was wrong, he didn't dare to say anything more, or even look at it twice.
Ye Wumian doesn't know the way to the Black Elk Gang's main lair, and it's hard to ask for directions to avoid being exposed. Recalling the scene when I first arrived at the Black Elk Gang yesterday, I thought about it. With a wave of my hand, I summoned a few minions and said arrogantly: "Are you blind? I quickly brought the sedan over to me. I didn't see that the eldest lady is delicate and frail, and it is not easy to climb the mountain. ?"
After being scolded by him, the minions quickly brought the sedan over and warmly greeted Luo Xiangzhu to get on the sedan. Luo Xiangzhu was still a little afraid of these bandits at first and did not dare to get on the sedan chair. Ye Wumian laughed and said to the rescue: "I am a very thin-skinned lady."
Luo Xiangzhu heard him calling herself "Big Madam" in a sly manner and gave him an angry look. Seeing the mole on his face, he was angry and funny. Inexplicably, he was no longer afraid of these bandits. With Ye Wumian's support, he got on the sedan and was carried up the mountain by the minions.
Ye Wumian followed behind, shouting from time to time such as, "Why are you shaking? My wife is shaking to pieces" and "You're walking so slowly, haven't you had enough to eat?" It's unspeakably miserable. Fortunately, Zhang Daqiu was always so irritable, so these minions didn't notice anything strange.
Ye Wumian thought to himself: "As long as I follow them, I can go to the Black Elk Gang's lair." He picked up his internal strength and hurried on.
