Ye Du had insomnia, which was a rare situation for him. www.biquge.info Because his work and rest have always been very regular, he usually stays in bed all the time, gets up all the time, and only sleeps for three hours. Because he thinks that sleeping is a waste of time, and time is sometimes precious. If he was too sleepy during the day, he would only close his eyes for a quarter of an hour at noon. Outside the window, the chickens have crowed twice, and it's been four days...... Ye Du lay on the stiff wooden bed, thinking about the three women she met during the day, her mind was cranky, and she couldn't sleep...... After a long sigh, Ye Duan got up from the bed, took out the fire fold next to the pillow, blew it on, and lit the tung oil lamp on the elm table in front of the bed. When he arrived, the darkness of the room was dispelled, and the dim light shone on the damp walls, and the lights swayed and swayed. On the elm table, there are old pen, ink, paper and inkstones, but they have accumulated a lot of dust. Next to the oil lamp, there is a tattered and yellowed notebook written on the spot. Ye Du thought about it, the owner of this house should not live in this house often. Yesterday at dusk, Ye Duan finally found this courtyard not far from the official road among the barren mountains and mountains, and there were two and a half hundred old people living in the courtyard, very poor, but extremely hospitable, and kept begging Ye Duan to live in their house, and he was not allowed to give a penny of silver......

Hometown, what a distant and strange place! The people in hometown should also be so enthusiastic! Ye Du was grinding ink and sighing. The graphite was rough, and there was a lot of black scum floating in the polished ink, and the pen was hard and bald, but Ye Du didn't care, he was copying the post on the yellowed vellum paper. Ye Du has always thought that writing and sword practice have something in common, and they both pay attention to concentrating on luck, calming their minds, taking their minds as the top and striving for the bottom, so when the mood comes, he will come to one or two ink blots of the ancients, from which he will understand the law of using the sword or two! After two pieces of ink paper, Ye Dui felt tired of thinking, his eyes were hungry, because he blew out the light, he lazily lay on the bed, and after a while, he fell asleep deeply......

When he woke up, it was already dawn, and after Ye Du hurriedly got up, after packing up his things, he yawned and walked out of the dark and damp low house. In the courtyard, an old man with a gray beard was sitting on a bamboo bench weaving bamboo baskets, the old man's hands were rough and ugly, the backs of his hands were a dark color, and the brown nails on his thumbs were deeply embedded in the flesh of his fingers. It's hard to imagine that such a pair of rough and ugly hands could weave such a delicate and small flower basket. Ye Du stood for a long time, and when the old man's hand stopped, he stepped forward and said, "Uncle, you are early!" Ye Du spoke loudly and gently, and he was standing respectfully with his head down, just like a student listening to the teacher's training, because he always believed that the old man who had gone through hardships and his hard-working hands were worthy of respect!

The old man put down the bamboo basket in his hand, stroked the half-white beard under his chin, raised his head, looked Ye Du up and down with his old eyes, and said slowly: "The little brother said last night that he was going to the Nine Dragons Palace, coincidentally, the old man also happened to go to Hanzhong to delay for a few days, I wonder if the little brother can take it along the way?" Ye Du looked at the old man with an embarrassed face, and said with an embarrassed expression: "It is very happy that the old man wants to walk with the boy." It's just that the kid came to Blue Moon for the first time, and he is not familiar with the road conditions in various states and prefectures at all, and ......" The old man didn't wait for Ye Du to finish speaking, stroked his long beard, and laughed: "Little brother, you have a carriage, and the old man just knows the way, this is a coincidence! In the eyes of the old man, the little brother's face is introverted, the yellow and purple air between the halls is clear, and the jade color is covered under the roots ......of the mountain, I think you will have a great immortal fate within half a month! Alas......" Ye Du looked at the old man in front of him with a sigh on his face, shook his head and sighed, and couldn't help asking: "Since the old man can go with the kid, it is a very pleasant thing, old man, why do you keep sighing?"

The old man didn't answer immediately, he stood up tremblingly from the bamboo bench, put his hands behind his back, leaned over, and looked at the morning glow on the horizon. Little brother, you have the air of Xianxia when you walk, and when you sit down, you are calm and relaxed, and you are as majestic as a dignified rock. Forgive the old man for his clumsiness, of course, the little brother is a person with great achievements and great opportunities! However, in the end, it is indispensable to be heartbroken and lonely! Alas...... Alas...... "The morning sun rose high, shining on the rickety and thin old man in front of him, the figure of this old man was a little hazy! Ye Dui, who was standing down, still holding the Longquan sword in his left hand, his lips were closed, and his eyes were looking brightly at the old man under the reflection of the morning sun - the big hands behind him, on the fingers of his right hand, there was a yellow and hard callus on the second knuckle of each finger, and there was an extremely long cocoon mark in the wide palm, which passed through the palm. The old man uses a sword, it must be, but the person who can leave calluses in the palm of his hand with a sword, Ye Duan has not seen it before, and he has not heard of it, because even on his own palm, there is no such trace......

A swordsman who can put down the long sword in his hand must have experienced something very special and unusual! A swordsman who can condense the sword intent in his whole body without dissipating it must also have a deep understanding of the way of the sword! A swordsman who can live peacefully in the mountains and wilderness must not want to ask about the world anymore! Ye Du wants to know the name of this old man, and he also wants to know the experience of the old man, and even more wants to know the method of using the sword of the old man. However, Ye Duan didn't ask any more, he has always been a person who doesn't say much, what others don't want to say, what they don't want to do, he generally won't force it, just like he likes others not to force him!

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Lunar calendar, the third day of the eighth month, the weather, cloudy, with light rain. The autumn rain is long and dense, dripping, and makes people think! When people are idle, when the osmanthus flowers fall, when people are idle, the flowers fall, or when the flowers fall, people will be idle? Ye Du is a killer, and he is also a person who likes to listen to music, lyrics are an art, and killing people is also an art, and the same workers have different songs! Ye Du likes to use different sword angles, different sword techniques, and different sword speeds to kill people, because he hates a life without ups and downs and the same. Many times, when killing, Ye Duan is unwilling to exert more strength, nor will he use more sword moves, and he does not want to spend even a short breath of time. Because, he thought, the sword was noble, proud, and alive......

So, Ye Du was listening to the music. To be precise, listening to music in a teahouse, a teahouse with elegant and simple decoration! Outside the straw curtain woven by reeds, the crisp sound of the rain hitting the bluestone slab under the eaves could be vaguely heard, but Ye Duan couldn't hear it, when he was concentrating on one thing, no matter how loud the noise was around him or how big things happened, he wouldn't care! He was listening intently, although he didn't know what the song was playing in the teahouse, he probably knew that it should be the guzheng he was playing! He was also watching, looking at the white-clothed figure on the stage of the hall that was covered by an ink landscape screen, it should be a woman, because Ye Duan felt that her movements were soft and light, and the melody around the beam revealed the sadness of a woman who was resentful and weeping. The sound of the Orr song gradually decreased, and the cappella began to be sung, only to hear the woman sing: "The moon is cold and the river is clear, the sick plum is empty and thin, there are small kingfishers, the dark number of falling flowers, and the slight moaning of the dust." The east wind is not old, the years are cold, the dream is a thousand times, and it is difficult to draw with a smile. When it becomes dust, the twilight snow turns slightly cool, and Guangling becomes a song...... Twilight ...... Turn...... Slightly cool, Guangling ...... Guangling ...... Yes...... Qu Yan ...... "The woman sang to the end, she was already with a low cry, out of tune, in the sound of wiping and provoking, the soft intestines turned, and the clear sound was like a dream............

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