It was late at night, and the banquet in the Lunar New Year Hall was coming to an end. The head peak masters and elders had all retired, leaving only the second and third generation disciples of the two sects. They lived in poverty in the mountains, and it was rare to drink freely. Most of the young people had little money, so they drank three glasses of wine. The Five Sacred Mountains felt lighthearted, and after their eyes were dazzled and their ears were hot, their spirits arose, and they all called themselves brothers and sisters, and established friendships.
Ding Qian, the granddaughter of Master Ding of the Songshan Sect, was sitting alone in a corner without a drop of wine. Guo Chuanlin shocked everyone with his sword. Master Ding personally promised the marriage, and Master Li made a promise with his daughter. This marriage is a done deal, and there is nothing to regret. People dare to step forward and harass them rashly. Seeing everyone disperse in twos and threes, she stood up, took a wine cup and a jug of wine, and came to Li Yizhu's table. Hong Kun had left the banquet and exchanged greetings with his fellow disciples Zhu Feng. Li Qixian went to comfort Qin Rong, and only Guo Chuanlin served beside Li Yizhu. Once a teacher, always a father, Ding Qian held the ceremony of a junior and respectfully poured a glass of wine for Li Yizhu. When the young daughter-in-law saw her parents-in-law, she bowed her eyebrows and offered a toast.
Li Yizhu drank a full glass of wine with a smile on his face. At this moment, he was close at hand and saw that her skin was fair, her features were delicate, and she was as timid as if she were not exposed to the wind. He felt a bit of love and pity in his heart, and said in a low voice: "These past few days, the sun has set at Yanfeng Peak, the moon has been dark and the wind has been high. When it's warm and cold, you have to be careful. It's best to stay with Master Ding and don't stay away." Ding Qian blinked and thought to herself: "Master Li's words are very strange. Could it be that the Huashan sect has a foreign enemy coming? Not peaceful?"
When Guo Chuanlin heard this, he became convinced. His cheap master seemed to be bold and straightforward, but in fact he was as meticulous and considerate as ever. Miss Qian's family in Huating Town had been in trouble, and the murderer might have sneaked into Luoyan Peak, snooping in the dark, looking for The next prey is to provoke the Songshan sect and the Huashan sect to turn against each other. Ding Qian is the best target. How can Ding Shuanghe be willing to let go if he destroys her!
Ding Qian bowed in agreement and walked to Guo Chuanlin, pouring down a glass of wine. She held the wine cup in both hands and slowly raised it to her eyebrows. Her sleeves slipped down, revealing two white wrists. Guo Chuanlin was a little confused, thanked him, took the wine cup, drank it down in one gulp, and placed it on the table. Ding Qian picked up the wine cup and put it in her arms, looked up at him, lowered her head and left. Guo Chuanlin laughed unconsciously and thought to himself: "This little girl is used to playing riddles - since I am betrothed to you, then we should treat each other with the same eyebrows, respect each other as guests, and we will have a life and death contract, and we will never leave you."
Li Yizhu suddenly said: "Headmaster Ding's granddaughter is very good. Don't let her down. Qin Rong... break it off when it's time to break it off. Don't break the connection again." Guo Chuanlin was a little surprised. He had never taken the initiative to provoke Qin Rong. Rong, how come Master’s words are reproachful and he thinks it’s his fault? However, there was no excuse for this kind of thing, so he agreed readily without taking it seriously at all.
The third watch turns to the fourth watch, the night is quiet, and Shibaliping is silent again. Only the autumn insects hum among the grass leaves, one sound is close, one sound is far, one sound is loud, and one sound is clear. Guo Chuanlin stood alone by the cliff, lowered his head and meditating. The surrounding darkness was like a solid substance, engulfing his figure. The mountain wind was steep, blowing his clothes and making a hunting sound.
Qin Rong stared at him from a distance for a long time, mustered up the courage to step forward, coughed lightly, and said with a forced smile: "Senior Brother Guo, congratulations." Her voice was trembling, and it disappeared in the wind in an instant. Now that it was over, what else could it be? What's there to say? She just wanted to hear Guo Chuanlin's voice, to hear him say that he had to agree to this sudden marriage due to the situation, or that he would hold her hand and say in her ear, Let's elope!
But all this is unrealistic fantasy. Guo Chuanlin turned around and smiled at her, muttering: "Who knows..."
"Hey, what did you say?" Qin Rong stood side by side with him, feeling that everything that happened in the Lunar New Year Hall was false, and time seemed to have stopped at a certain moment in the past.
"Who knows if this is a good thing!"
Qin Rong gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that Miss Ding of the Songshan Sect has an outstanding appearance and a gentle temperament. The head master also... promised to pass the Taiyue Divine Sword to you. It's a double happiness. How can it not be a good thing?"
Guo Chuanlin sighed and said worriedly: "What a double happiness, the first rafter will die first. These two things have pushed me to the forefront. It will be impossible to keep a low profile in the future."
These words were spoken from the bottom of his heart, stripping away all the cover-ups and disguises. Qin Rong felt warm and sad at the same time. Why couldn't he face himself honestly so long ago? She murmured: "Why do you need to be low-key? You are already among the best. Wouldn't it be too hypocritical to deliberately keep a low profile?"
"I'm different from you. I don't come from a pure background, and I have no foundation in the Huashan Sect. If I don't act cautiously, I will jump into the fire pit myself!"
Qin Rong comforted him: "You mean you were a rebel? Heroes don't care about their origins. This is nothing."
"That's still a small thing."
"What else can happen?"
Guo Chuanlin was silent for a moment and said solemnly: "I have learned Qingcheng School's Kung Fu for a few days."
"Huh?" Qin Rong didn't know what he was doing, so what if he had learned Qingcheng School's Kung Fu? There are not a few Huashan disciples who have taken up the art, and there are no teachers who look at them differently.
This matter was also closely related to the Qin family. Seeing that she knew nothing about it, Guo Chuanlin thought about it and carefully selected his words. He started from a few old books collected by Qin Shouye and gradually mentioned Zhao Shuai's think tank Han Bing Qing. The remnants of the Cheng Sect, and the Qingcheng Sect and the Huashan Sect are sworn enemies. Qin Shouzhen, the youngest of the "Seven Swords of Huashan", committed suicide with a horizontal sword. Qin Rong's master Feng Di's temperament changed drastically, all because of the Qingcheng Sect.
He was vague and did not discuss the origin of the "feud" in detail. Qin Rong was shocked and said depressedly: "No wonder... Master always looks at you strangely..."
"It's not weird, your master wants to cramp and skin me."
"Do the head master and Uncle Li know about this?"
"They already knew it. I didn't hide anything. Your master was also present at the time."
Qin Rong breathed a sigh of relief and said: "That's good. I've only learned the Qingcheng sect's kung fu for a few days. It's nothing. If you forget it, it'll be fine. I don't think the head master cares about it at all. Master Li is also very good to you. "
Do you really not care? Really good? Guo Chuanlin was not afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice, and he always felt unsure. He must seize something. Only Kung Fu is his own, whether it is the Sad Wind Whirlwind Sword or the Double Collision Power, as long as he can protect himself, he doesn't care at all about the Qingcheng Sect or the Huashan Sect.
Seeing that Qin Rong was worried about him, he was a little moved. After thinking about it, he solemnly reminded: "Junior Sister Qin, Luoyan Peak is not peaceful these days. You'd better be with everyone. Don't act alone, like now. .”
Qin Rong's mind was elsewhere, and she ignored the warning in his words and suddenly said: "So you are planning to... marry Miss Ding from the Songshan Sect?"
Guo Chuanlin was a little embarrassed and asked: "What do you think?"
"Are you... willing? Do you like her?"
"Junior sister Qin, this marriage is of great importance. I am just a pawn on the chessboard. Whether I want it or not, whether I like it or not, it doesn't matter anymore. This is how people live. There are not many things that you can choose. You can't choose your origin. , you can't choose your parents, you can't choose your brothers and sisters, and you can't choose to be smart or stupid. Most people live their lives in confusion, accepting what God gives them, this is their fate. What's more, if Ding Qian is really like you said, If you have 'outstanding appearance and gentle temperament', that may not be a bad thing."
Qin Rong's nose felt sore for a while. Although Guo Chuanlin was a little helpless, he was very realistic, calm and rational. He was not the kind of impulsive and passionate young man, but it was enough for him to be able to speak his mind to himself. She said in a trembling voice: "Have you accepted your fate?"
Guo Chuanlin looked into her eyes, stretched out his hand to touch her face, and said decisively: "I understand your thoughts, but we can only accept our fate and can only go so far!"
"It can only be senior brother and junior sister?" Qin Rong's eyes were filled with tears, and his figure became blurred little by little, melting into the night.
Guo Chuanlin did not answer. He stood sideways in front of Qin Rong, with his knees slightly bent. His whole body was like a taut bow, always on guard against unknown threats. He deeply regretted that he had empty hands and no sword. "Little girl named Qin, do you want to make him your husband?" A familiar voice sounded not far away, but it was not speaking to him.
