Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Yu Qishu said goodbye to the four people and returned to Hanshan's boat, immediately greetings from the three brothers of Chong Bifeng.

"See Sister Song?" "Sister Sister Song, how are you?"

Yu Qishu: "Uh, it's fine."

During his first trip, he still did not understand this complex—the life ideals of countless sword repairs, besides proving the Tao, was to find a gentle medical fellow.

Yu Qishu pointed to the boat of Song Qingyi's four people: "She hasn't gone far, brothers can go to say hello."

The three people at Bibifeng raised their eyes and looked at the sky, silently silently-let Hanshan Jianxiu take the initiative to talk to the female Xiu, which is more difficult than practicing sword to prove the way.

Hanshan's boat turned around and drove towards the temporary lake island. The people who watched them secretly also dispersed, and the number of ships passing by was reduced by a half, and the lake was more open.

Many people looked at Mingyue Lake's position and thought that the appearance of the Hanshan Jian faction would be isolated by all factions. Who knows otherwise, some young disciples who have participated in the Hanhai Secret Realm voluntarily came to meet Yu Qishu.

Some young geniuses are so arrogant, they do n’t look at each other well, and even have a bit of a holiday. When they came to Yu Qishu, their attitude was quite friendly. They only talked about spiritual practice, weather, and scenery.

Yu Qishu sent peach blossoms everywhere, made friends, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. He felt that he was lucky, and all the friends he met were very polite. Turning to think about it, this is Master and Brother have once formed good ties and planted good fruits.

Before going down the mountain, the head of Hanshan urged his disciples to be cautious. Now that he has really come to Mingyue Lake, unexpectedly, the atmosphere in the team of Hanshan is pleasant.

Encouraged by Yu Qishu, the three people of Chong Bifeng even planned to chat with Song Qianyi, and other fellows came to join in the fun.

Zhang Suyuan: "My master is good at painting and calligraphy, so I made a picture."

Yu Qishu: "... I still don't want her to see it." He couldn't tell what was wrong, but the people in the painting were indeed much uglier than Song Qianyi. They should be drawn after magnifying the shortcomings and ignoring the advantages.

He Ming: "I prepared a dance sword."

"Poof!" Yu Qishu spouted a sip of tea: "Are you going to dance the sword?"

Li Wei: "I hit a Jiansui."

Yu Qishu covered her mouth and coughed repeatedly: "But she is not Jianxiu!"

Although Yu Qishu has no experience, at least after reading Hu's notes, he sincerely suggested: "Don't mention the sword first, praise her first."

Tianhu realm can make so many wives, there must be some reason.

Zhang Suyuan took out the memo pad he carried with him: "Wait a minute, I will make a note. Praise."

All sword repairs were discussed seriously, and the atmosphere was dignified.

Yu Qishu: "Yes, Nun Xiu likes to hear praise."

But how to praise? Han Shan Jianxiu left and right thought, this time down the mountain, there are exactly two sisters of Ziyanfeng in the team, it is better to consult them. Hanshan female swords are not much cultivated, they are all masters of Purple Smoke Peak, practicing the sword of thunder fire. More true than swordsmanship is the thunder-fire temper.

"What kind of praise do sisters like to hear most?"

The disciple of Ziyanfeng's master replied: "Of course I praise my skill in swordsmanship!"

"It turned out to be so easy." The three members of Chong Bifeng cheered each other: "Everything is ready this time, come on!"

They inquired that Song Qianyi was visiting as a guest in the Xiashan School, and decided to send Zhang Suyuan as a representative, taking a historic first step.

There are many women in Xiashan and Songfenggu who often play cards together, gossip and do needlework.

"Sister Song, take a step!" Zhang Suyuan was very nervous and dry, "Do you remember me?"

Song Qingyi thought for a while and nodded and smiled.

Zhang Suyuan encouraged the courage to say: "Song Daoyou's medical skills are excellent, his hands are rejuvenating, and the secret of the Hanhai has been seen.

Song Qianyi was a little stunned and asked in amazement: "Are you going to learn medicine from me? Are you not Jianxiu?"

"No, of course not to learn!"

"Then are you here to cure the disease?"

"It's not a cure! I mean ..." Zhang Suyuan's face flushed red, and suddenly the machine moved, "Do you see me dancing swords ?!"

Song Qianyi was confused: "Thank you, don't watch."

Zhang Suyuan was speechless.

Song Qianyi: "Is there anything else?"

"No, no more."

"My friends are still waiting for me." Song Qianyi smiled politely, "See you next time."

A group of sword repairs raised their heads from behind the woods, watching Song Qianyi's slim figure walking away.

Zhang Suoyuan sighed sighed: "Rejected, you have a heavy trust."

The sword repairmen comforted him:

"It doesn't matter. Many of our seniors in Hanshan were rejected by the female nuns and practiced their swords with great pains, eventually becoming a generation of elders."

"Yes, so it's better to practice swords. What kind of love, true love, and Taoist companions are all false, and the sword will always be with you."

One of the youngest disciples whispered: "Why did that Sword Sovereign have a companion? Even if Elder Meng is really a demon, I think it is good. There is one, it is better than nothing ..."

The brothers put on a "come over" face and reasoned with him: "When you become a sword respecter, you will naturally understand!"

"That's the sword respect, can't be measured by ordinary laws!" "So we still have to work hard to practice the sword and strive to be a sword respect."

On the other side, a group of women from Xiashan and Songfenggu welcomed Song Qianyi. Their colorful dresses fluttered, they wore jingle bells, and they fanned together to laugh together, which was a bright color between the green mountains and the pavilions.

"Sister Song, you didn't come back for a long time. What did the man tell you just now?"

Song Qianyi was still confused: "Nothing, an inexplicable Hanshan Jianxiu asked me if I could not see the Wujian."

The female nuns share the same feeling.

"Last time there was Hanshan Jianxiu, and I asked if I would play Jiansui, three sentences without leaving the sword."

"They are all like that, they just like to show off their swords, they don't care about anything else."

So everyone came to a conclusion: Hanshan Jianxiu is always inexplicable.

Yu Qishu is out of tune with the "inexplicable sword repairs" and stands out from the crowd, because he can actually send flowers, and men and women are not taboo!

The female practitioners talked in private, saying that after Tianhu Realm Master, Hanshan came out with a second kind.

Prestige is out, and trouble comes with it. The Qiushui Jiancha Conference has not yet officially started, and Wu Xiu has been dissatisfied. Under the tacit consent of the host, he seeks home by the name of Tao, and discusses Yu Qi by name.

Yu Qishu is very proficient in "learning". He is like learning from Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao at the Changchun Peak Observation Deck, but from being pointed to turning to others.

The two sides agreed to stay true to each other, he won lightly, and pointed out each other's shortcomings calmly, and then included a peach blossom.

You have a sword, I have peach blossoms. You have a sword, and I have peach blossoms.

No matter how hard your wind and frost swords are, my sleeves are empty, just a peach blossom.

No matter who is provocative and tempted to fight, he is ultimately tempered by this peach attack.

Contrary to Yu Qishu's unrestrained, free-spirited, easy-to-get water, Song Qingyi and others are in a bad situation.

Their investigation of the matter of Jing Di attracted the attention of the elders of the division.

When Song Qingyi said goodbye to the Xiashan sent all the nuns and returned to the guest house where his family lived, he noticed that the atmosphere was wrong. The quiet and elegant courtyard is silent, and the laughing brothers and sisters in the weekday courtyard are missing, and the doors are closed everywhere.

Only her master stood under an old pine, her body was as tall as a pine, and the deep coercion of the Taoist realm was faintly scattered.

Song Qianyi stepped forward to salute: "Master."

The real person of Qinghe turned around and gave her a deep look: "Shallow came back."

The courtyard arranged for them by Mingyue Lake paved the way with finely crushed white stones, and there were green pines all over the road. When the breeze blows, Songtao bursts, making all the guests in Songfenggu feel at home.

This is the unspoken gesture of Mingyue Lake, and Qinghe real people are glad to receive it.

At this time, he did not lift up the disciples, but only took a thin piece of paper from his sleeve and shook it away with a clatter. The paper is thin and light, and through the evening glow, the four rows of hairpin flowers are visible on it. The handwriting was supposed to be beautiful and beautiful, but the strokes turned sharp, but showed a sharp look.

The water vapor in Mingyue Lake is wet, and the ink marks on the paper are not dry. It should be written in the past two days.

Song Qianyi's face was pale. Before she went out, the paper was still on the desk. Which sister presented it to Master?

Qinghe lived his eyes, chanting in a deep voice: "Regardless of spending a lot of money to buy an old cellar, it's also a hero to buy a sword for wine. It's a **** reward for a confidant, and it can still turn Bitao into sprinkles."

He just lifted Song Qingyi, and his expression could not see the anger: "This is the poem you wrote for Jing Di."

Song Qianyi lowered her head: "Master ..."

But she couldn't say the argument. Jing Di had a good wine and once spent a lot of money to buy a wine cellar for three hundred years. When he had no money to buy alcohol, he could even send his sword "Ice Mirror Jade Wheel" into the **** shop to exchange money. These things are so famous that no one in the world can do it. If it is not written about Jing Di, who else can be written?

"It's such a good confidant." Qinghe lively sneered and suddenly shouted, "How can I teach you such an apprentice? Indulge in private feelings and ignore the big picture!"

Song Qianyi was cold and sweating, but his eyes were firm: "Master has anger, and the disciples teach great grace, and they dare not forget it. The disciples have never done anything to humiliate the disciples!"

The real person of Qinghe looked at her, Song Qianyi did not hide, the master and apprentice met silently, the wind stopped quietly, and the air solidified.

For a while, Qinghe's expression was slightly calmer, as if he was Master Yan, and now he is a kind father:

"There are a lot of disciples under the teacher seat. Although you are young, you have the best talent and the temperament is most like when I was young. You will be the master of Songfenggu Valley in the future. Your private affairs are also major affairs. , That's his blessing. "

He sighed for a long time, seeming to regret: "If you like Mingyue Lake Jianxiu, it's more of a young and handsome choice. Jing Di doesn't know the current affairs, it's not a good match. Don't ask more about his affairs."

"No ..." Song Qingyi tried to explain something, but was interrupted by Master's hand.

"You are clever and smart, and you can guess without telling the teacher, it is better to talk to you. If Songfenggu and Mingyue Lake become married, both parties will be happy to see their success. But the teacher will not force you." Qinghe is really shaking. Shake the thin paper, "You like to write poetry, you can continue to write. To visit Yun Xuzi for the teacher tomorrow, let you run a poetry club and hold a poetry meeting in Mingyue Lake. You can choose a sword repair specializing in Wenmo, can appreciate you Your talents are in line with your interests, what do you think? "

Song Qianyi didn't answer in silence, she knew that this was Master's concession, or compensation. In this way, she is in the limelight, showing her love for her.

"hiss--"

The real person of Qinghe ripped open the tissue paper and shattered it together with the poems on the paper:

"Master has also been young. Who is young and ignorant, who is excited for a while? But our monk Shou Yuan is long, and his feelings can't beat the time. It's **** now. After a hundred years, if you look back, everything is cold.

Song Qian intended to stop talking, and finally bowed his head and said: "Carefully follow Master's teachings."

The real person of Qinghe raised his hands, and shredded papers were flying all over the sky. His palm fell on Song Qingyi's shoulder, looking at the proud student, and smiled silently.

The disciples of Qingfeng Daozun of Songfenggu will hold a poetry club in Huxinting, and invite young Taoists who like poetry to participate. Those who heard the news all smiled secretly.

At this juncture, each family sent to the meeting for different purposes. Mingyue Lake wants to establish the majesty of the first major faction; Xiashan wants to make the six major factions of the people into seven major factions; Songfenggu wants to marry; the first appearance of San Xiumeng, wants to show strength; Hanshan wants to get rid of rumors ... and Many small schools come from all corners of the world, such as wild grass on the wall, just want to keep safe with the current.

Song Qianyi was busy, besides running a poetry club, she also had fun with Xiashan women. It is said that Xiashan sent her new head to see her once, and she liked it very much, but she was also left for dinner. Xu Sanshan, Liu Jing, and Zheng Mu also visited mountains and rivers, admired the lake and mountains, and made new friends.

On the surface, they have given up investigating Jing Di.

Before Qiushui officially started, everything was back on track.

The talented ladies and beautiful women on the lake, the small boat intertwined. Occasionally the sword repairs the sword, and the water flies, and the clothes are not exposed.

The water at the bottom of the lake is cold and boneless.

Jing Di was completely forgotten, and people no longer mentioned him.

In the spring day, he was still a young swordsman with friends and enthusiasm. He turned to spring and autumn, the bustling and dying, like smoke yesterday.

***

In order to get acquainted with gentle and beautiful medical cultivation, it is an extraordinary medical practice, many sword repairs who do not understand Wenmo also go to the poetry club.

Yu Qishu was pulled by the three brothers of Chong Bifeng to serve as a staff member. Unfortunately, his level was only above average. It was not as deliberately prepared by some of Mingyue Lake as the export was in full swing.

Zhang Suyuan and others were not disappointed, they were very happy to see Song Qianyi. Moreover, regardless of how well the poems are done, Song Qianyi keeps a polite distance to everyone.

After several rounds of setting up, solving, and breaking down the question, many wonderful sentences and waste sentences in the poetry society have been made, and it is agreed to come back tomorrow.

Moonlight is high. Song Qianyi and three teammates meet again. They recently behaved normally, and the elders of the school finally relaxed their vigilance before finding an opportunity to meet.

Xu Sanshan could not wait to ask: "What do you say over Xiashan?"

Song Qianyi: "They are willing to give it a try."

Zheng Mu: "Blessed Bodhisattva, it's finally a bit of good news."

Song Qianyi turned to the Runemaster: "How about the water dungeon approach? Can you enter?"

Liu Jing shook his head helplessly: "Only the approximate location, I dare not dig deeper. Mingyue Lake protects the mountain array very well. Besides, you are in other people's land, to investigate the formation of the ancestors of other people, there are saints sitting here, isn't this death?"

Xu Sanshan and Zheng Mu were worried, but Song Qianyi didn't feel disappointed. She had other plans: "We outsiders can't contact Jing Di. They can always get in touch with them, and let the disciples of Mingyue Lake help us talk."

Xu Sanshan was shocked: "Grandma Song, do you want to make a beauty? I heard that the elder who guards the water prison is three hundred years old. I'm afraid I won't eat this set."

Song Qianyi grumbled, "beautiful you!"

Xu Sanshan was silent. Liu Jing said in a small voice: "I really should let you like your sword repairs, let's see what you look like."

Song Qianyi: "Don't talk nonsense, have you made the" friends "you made?"

Zheng Mu: "Mr. Song, you have the most opinionated, the most speculative and clever, and the most incomprehensible Mingyue Lake sword repair. Here we grab a lot, we selected a few, and we are all familiar with them. The list is here. "

Song Qianyi: "That's good. Let's get together again tomorrow night and get together."

On the second day, the poetry club Huxinting met, and something unexpected happened.

Song Qingyi chose a sword sword repairer at Mingyue Lake, handed each other a poem and asked him to stay and drink tea.

The "lucky man" was flattered and bathed in the jealous, sorrowful eyes of countless sword repairs when he left. On Xiu Wei, he is not the best, on appearance, and he is not very conspicuous. On poetry, he can't understand it at all. I never thought that I still have this day, and I was quite successful.

After the others left, the person left behind could not believe it: "Sister Song, is it really me?"

Song Qianyi concealed his mouth and chuckled: "Brother Li, if you read these verses, they are not well written. They clearly don't understand it, but they must pretend to understand it. You are at least very honest and different from them. As for writing poems, you can't Learn. "

Hearing this, Li surnamed Jianxiu seemed to see that he had embraced the beautiful woman and became the future companion of Songfenggu. With all his wealth and fame and fortune, he immediately stated: "I would like to learn poetry for Song Shimei. "

"Okay." Song Qianyi motioned to look at the poem in his hand. "This is what I picked up two old works of predecessors, sentiment to the poem ... You also have to use poems to return to me. As for how to do it, you have to figure it out yourself, but can you ask Others. If you ask, I always know that I will ignore you. "

Li surnamed Jian Xiu hurriedly opened the poem, stumbled and read: "‘ I ca n’t remember, I used to drink a glass of wine. You are always used to it, and you always lose him and cover the rain with rain. ’Are these two sentences?"

Song Qianyi smiled softly: "Yes, these two sentences are our secrets, don't let others see them."

The surnamed Li Jianxiu looked at her with a smile, as if falling into the clouds: "Sister Song is at ease. I'm trying to figure out all night, and I will return to you early tomorrow morning."

He went out of the lake pavilion by boat and was calmed by the wind of the lake. He faced the harsh reality: he did n’t understand and could n’t get back without asking others; if asked, if Song Shimei knew me Cheating, is it not in her eyes that I have lost the only merit of "honesty". Besides, other Jianxiu are jealous and jealous of me now. I am afraid they deliberately talked about it and made me ugly.

He was meditating on the two poems repeatedly, approaching a small boat, and friends he met recently greeted him. He took advantage of this and stopped the other party, telling his new friends of this "sweet trouble", of course, showing off most.

Liu Jing fiddled with the market and responded unintentionally: "You think about it yourself. When you ask, you always have to reveal the stuff. There is no airtight wall in the world unless you have it."

For a moment Li Jianxiu thought, his eyes suddenly bright. A flash of light flashed through his mind-at the bottom of Mingyue Lake, wouldn't there be a ready-made wall that would never be airtight?

Brother Jing had an experience of listening to music at Mazhangtai and Gelou. Mingyuehu's younger generation of disciples know that he knows these best. Brother Jing is afraid that he won't be able to come out in this life. I don't know when he will die in the prison. He is asked to be the safest.

...

Late at night, the team that lost the captain met again in secret.

Song Qianyi: "How is it?"

"I just saw it with my own eyes, and the man was walking towards the water cell." Liu Jing asked. "I knew it was so smooth. You should write a little more. There are only two sentences. Can Jing Di understand?"

The beast master who never read books scratched his head: "What the **** does that mean? Anyone should be accustomed to it, always losing him, turning over the clouds ..."

Song Qianyi said: "I told Jing Di that we did not forget the friendship of drinking together, knowing that he planted this time, let him want to open up, we are trying to save him."

Zheng Mu: "It's complicated, the Bodhisattva bless him to understand!"

Song Qianyi: "Although he has no bottom line to work asshole, fortunately his brain is so easy to use, he can definitely understand it."

...

"Booming--" The heavy stone door opened, and a light gleamed into the dungeon at the bottom of the lake.

Someone was carrying the lamp, groping forward, lowering his voice and said: "Brother Jing, I'm here to see you."

In the depths of darkness, at the end of the water cell, one sits cross-legged, silently closing his eyes.

The comer approached the black iron railing and began to chatter, just to understand Master's pains and not to spend time with himself. Since Jing Di was imprisoned in the water cell, there were always disciples who tried to visit him and persuade him. Gradually, fewer and fewer people came, until there were none.

Today, the speaker is absent and the listener is deaf.

The former couldn't help but feel discouraged and still stubbornly said:

"Brother Jing, it's not easy for me to slip in once. This is the case. A female doctor who loves poetry writes a test to test me. It's a matter of importance. Brother helps me take a look. Just one glance, is it OK?"

The man opened his eyes slowly after hearing the words. He has good-looking eyes, but he can't see the sky in the prison, but he is brighter than before.

The disciple hurriedly opened the poem notes: "On these two sentences, with no beginning or end, I really can't understand it. Does Brother understand poems?"

The man did not speak for a long time, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Slightly understand."

The faint candlelight approached, illuminating Song Qianyi's handwriting.

Jing Di shook his heart and closed his eyes. When he opened it again, his eyes were calm and calm, his voice still hoarse:

"She is complaining about the bad weather at Mingyue Lake and Yun Yu repeatedly. You comfort her a few words."

The disciple was overjoyed and took a pen and paper for a posture record: "How come?"

"Looking back at the bleak place and going back, there will be no wind and rain and no weather."

The disciple was overjoyed: "Thank you Brother Jing! Thank you Brother Jing!"

...

"Go back?" Xu Sanshan stared at the poem with frowns. "Where do you go? What does this mother mean?"

Although the writing is unfamiliar, they all know that this is Jing Di's reply.

Song Qingyi frowned: "He asked us to leave this matter alone and go back to each house. It doesn't matter if it's sunny or rainy." She tore the poems, "Bah, my mother has reached this point, how can you stop?"

Today, this seemingly smooth situation is the result of her repeated calculations and painstaking efforts. Every step is trembling and thin.

Since coming to Mingyue Lake, Song Qianyi felt deeply saddened, and an unhealthy atmosphere lingered in his heart for a long time.

The thing about Jing Di is not concealed and airtight, no one knows, but people with a clear eye can see that it is wrong, but no one dares to ask more, no one is willing to ask. Everyone defaults, even if you ask, can you ask what result, can you question the saint?

For a medical practitioner, heart depression is dangerous, she needs to calm down.

But the affection between friends has nothing to do with Fengyue, but heavier.

Starting with the four poems she left behind, her battle began.

Song Qianyi thought for a while, and wrote a pen: "The poetry and fu must be less from now on, and keep the soul together."

Before asking her teammates to ask questions, she first explained: "I made him shut up, save a little effort, cooperate with us, and prepare to escape."

The remaining three were only responsible for nodding and making a sudden enlightenment.

Xu Sanshan asked: "How do we act? Is he jailed?"

In order to discuss the time of this event, how many big figures in the practice world gathered at Mingyue Lake, but their four small shrimps, but they have to work under the eyes of the elders of the division, undoubtedly with great risks and pressure.

Song Qianyi said: "What do you think? The prison is to die, wait for Xiashan ..." Before she finished, her face changed suddenly, "Who is there?"

The jungle sculpted, the other three turned around, lifted the air and flew, and the magic weapon was shot at the same time, but immediately stopped.

"why you?"

"I didn't mean to listen!" Yu Qishu wanted to cry without tears, holding her hands up. "I'm here first!"

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pS: The poeticization of this chapter is from Qiu Jin's "Daijiu", Su Dongpo's "Ding Fengbo" and Gu Zhenguan's "Jinququ", all of which have been slightly changed.