After the two agreed, Yang Xianmao shook slightly, put aside the yellow-haired old man for the time being, and walked to the bamboo house in the back mountain, went to find Ye Piaopiao, and went to see if she was okay.

The yellow-haired old man looked at Yang Xianmao, who was leaving in a hurry, pouted, smoothed his beard, and muttered softly: "Alas! It's good to be young." ”

Yang Xianmao approached the bamboo house step by step, there is a bamboo forest here, the bamboo leaves are falling, swaying in front of him, but it can't block his sight, when he came to the bamboo house, he saw such a beautiful picture, his eyes were reluctant to close, afraid of missing something, the footsteps were gently stopped, stopped, afraid of startling the people in front.

Ye Piaopiao is dancing the sword in the open space in front of the bamboo house, the swordsmanship and the dance are fused, the soft is rigid, the rigidity and softness are just right, the posture is soft, the sword is powerful, and the bamboo leaves floating in the air are cut into pieces by the sharp blade and scattered all over the ground. Suddenly, the hairband was broken, and the black hair was loose and scattered, Ye Piaopiao stretched out his hand to the side and pulled the hair behind him, although she was wearing men's clothes, she couldn't hide her slender figure at all, and her waist was full and unbearable. Her coldness makes her noble and mysterious, which can be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

Yang Xianmao was already stunned, admiring in his heart, his eyes were full of appreciation, but mixed with some different emotions, when he was born, even Yang Xianmao himself could not perceive it.

After Ye Piaopiao stopped, he picked up the fallen hairband with his sword, caught it, and tied his hair again, only then did he feel the presence of others, and looked in that direction, with surprise and joy in his eyes, but soon, these emotions were suppressed, and finally Yang Xianmao was faced with a calm face and a pair of cold eyes.

Ye Piaopiao walked forward slowly, Yang Xianmao came back to her senses when she was close, and when she got closer, she could smell the faint fragrance on her body, unique, good, and very reassuring, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, but then felt that her behavior was quite Meng Lang, and then she lowered her head embarrassedly.

"You guys, are you done talking?" Seeing each other again, Ye Piaopiao didn't know what to say, and it took a long time before he could hold back such a sentence.

"Do you know what we're talking about?" Yang Xianmao had a lot of questions buried in her heart, and she didn't know whether she should ask or not, but when she asked this sentence plainly, Yang Xianmao's heart was very complicated: Do you know all about my past? During my absence, have you worried about me, what have you said? Will you treat me as an anomaly?

"I don't know, it's just that my predecessor said that I want to discuss some things with you. Ye Piaopiao pinned the sword behind her and didn't go to see Yang Xianmao, in fact, she was very curious, curious about the conversation between Yang Xianmao and her predecessors, curious about how Yang Xianmao got through the rest of the levels, and curious about who her predecessors were, but all this curiosity was just curiosity, and it had nothing to do with herself, so she had no right to ask.

"It's nothing, but it's just a matter of asking for someone and handing over something, sometimes, it's a blessing to not know. Yang Xianmao's words at the end seemed to explain something, and it seemed to be talking to himself. "By the way, are you okay when I'm away?"

"It's good, he also gave me a short sword, you see. With that, Ye Piaopiao pulled out the sword pinned behind him and raised it in front of Yang Xianmao.

Yang Xianmao took the short sword, the middle finger and index finger of his left hand were together, lightly touched, crossed the blade, a very bright sword, made very exquisitely, from this luster, it should be a good material, and when the bamboo leaf touched the sword body, it was immediately cut in half, this sharpness, just appreciated, the fingertips flicked down the sword body, and the sound of "bang" was very crisp. Yang Xianmao held the hilt of the sword and danced, it was very light, it was really a good sword, and it was also suitable for women. "Here, give you back the sword. Yang Xianmao threw the sword at Ye Piaopiao, the blade of the sword shone dazzlingly under the illumination of the light, Ye Piaopiao did not blink, stretched out a touch, and took down the short sword.

"In the hole of the trap, there is no shortage of hardships. Ye Piaopiao turned around and walked towards the bamboo house, Yang Xianmao followed behind her, and after she asked, her body paused, and her expression was a little solemn. With such an experience, probably Yang Xianmao is reluctant to mention it again, and when the old things are brought up again, no matter how much he buries it in his heart, he will still react.

"It's all over, I don't want to mention it anymore, it's all in the past. Yang Xianmao smiled far-fetchedly, lifted his steps, chased forward, dangled in front of her, and then said with a smile: "Look at my appearance, isn't this good?"

Ye Piaopiao rolled his eyes at him, then swept straight past him, pushed open the door, and went into the bamboo house.

Seeing that she didn't care about herself, Yang Xianmao also felt bored, so she honestly walked into the house, and when she went inside, she was attracted by the simple and elegant decoration in the house, the utensils inside were all made of bamboo, and a few landscape paintings were hung, not famous works, but the paintings were really good, there was a piano on the table in front of the window, and there was some dust on the piano, it seemed that it had not been touched for a long time, the old man's? I didn't think he still had this taste. Yang Xianmao stepped forward and wanted to reach out and play with it.

"That piano can't be moved. Ye Piaopiao walked out of the inner room, happened to see this scene, and hurriedly shouted slightly. Yang Xianmao stopped his hand and looked back at Ye Piaopiao, with a look of incomprehension.

"Like you, I'm curious about the cleanliness and cleanliness of the house, but why this piano is covered with dust, senior, a man with a story. Ye Piaopiao looked at Naqin, his eyes were very calm, and he spoke quietly, telling the stories of others. "It was left by a woman, left to him, the thoughts of this life. ”

Yang Xianmao was very curious, what kind of woman would it be, he looked at Ye Piaopiao, expecting her to continue.

Ye Piaopiao turned to look out the window, saw the bamboo leaves drifting, his hand, gently caressing the windowsill, and said leisurely: "The predecessor said that that is the woman he loves the most in his life and the only one he has ever loved, she is very beautiful, at least in his eyes, she is the most beautiful woman in the world." The predecessors also said that in the past, she stroked the qin, he danced the sword, in this mountain forest, brewed a pot of osmanthus nectar wine, enjoyed a maple forest fire sea, the mountains and rivers in front of the waterfall, the two of them loved each other in this life, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. However, she went, leaving this piano alone, and there was still her fragrance and her breath on the piano, and he was afraid that he would wipe off the dust and erase the past......"

Unexpectedly, he had such a past. Yang Xianmao glanced at the piano again, as if he could see such a scene, there was a peerless beauty, gently stroking the piano. Gazing, there is some touch in the heart, infatuated people, but unfortunately, after the person goes, there is no place to return.

"You say, what is love like in this world? Is there really a single-minded person?" Ye Piaopiao sighed with emotion as he retold it.

"There must be. Yang Xianmao's heart is very complicated, this single-minded person, I am afraid that he will not have a relationship with himself, and his own heart, I don't know how much he has paid, but these hearts, have they been taken back? Is this love? Yang Xianmao didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand, but when he saw Ye Piaopiao's eyes that seemed to be longing, he couldn't help but feel bored in his heart.

"That's it, let's not talk about it, there's some food in there, you should rest. Ye Piaopiao felt that she was less and less like herself, and she had a longing for unreliable love, have you seen a lot of tragedies?

"Well, good. Yang Xianmao responded and went to the inner room.

Yang Xianmao and Ye Piaopiao stayed in this paradise for three days, and healed the injuries on their bodies, in these three days, Yang Xianmao left behind his previous suspicions, and did not show the yellow-haired old man's face, probably knowing his story, pity him is also a poor person, maybe after this go, with him, with this, there will be no more entanglements, it is better to leave some good things before leaving, it is good for everyone.

The night before leaving, Yang Xianmao went to find the yellow-haired old man alone, and he still had a lot of doubts, so many that they were like the spring water of the river, gushing endlessly, lingering in his heart, disturbing the sleepiness for many nights. At that time, the yellow-haired old man was drinking alone, under the light of the candle, he looked very pale, for the first time, Yang Xianmao re-acquainted with him, this old urchin who lived alone and had no quarrel with the world was just his disguise, at night, he was still fragile.

Yang Xianmao approached, sat on the ground, and sat opposite him. The yellow-haired old man, who was drunk by himself, raised his head, looked at Yang Xianmao with drunken eyes, and laughed: "Hehe, why are you here? Do you want to have a drink with the old man?"

Yang Xianmao took it from the table, a sip was stuffy, the wine aroma was thick, the entrance was sweet, the wine was not very spicy, I had already smelled the aroma of the wine, it was the fragrance of osmanthus, sure enough, osmanthus wine, this wine, easy to intoxicate, intoxicating, I am afraid that it was a poignant past. "Good wine, no wonder the seniors hid it and enjoyed it alone. Yang Xianmao was speechless, holding a wine glass and teasing.

"That's it, this wine, but she made it herself, and the old man is reluctant to drink it on weekdays, but today it's cheaper for you kid. The yellow-haired old man took the wine jar into his arms and cherished it like a treasure, for fear of being robbed, and the person who guarded against it was Yang Xianmaobei, who had just praised this fine wine!"Come, you drink this, freshly brewed." The yellow-haired old man brought another jar of wine from the side, put it on the table, and pushed it to Yang Xianmao.

Yang Xianmao couldn't smile bitterly when he saw the appearance of the yellow-haired old man, he was really an old naughty boy, but he was drunk or not, this shrewd appearance. Yang Xianmao opened the seal, slowly plucked it with his hand, and took a deep breath near his nose, it was very fragrant, more fragrant than the taste he had just drunk, but it was more of a floral taste, not a wine aroma, this brewing time was not so long, and the strength of the wine was not enough to taste. Yang Xianmao poured a glass and took a sip, the wine is a good wine, but compared with the one just now, it still lacks a good taste.

The yellow-haired old man saw him take a sip, and asked a little impatiently, "How do you feel?"

"The wine is fragrant but not strong, and the sweetness of the flowers is mellow in the wine, which is a good wine, but it still lacks some flavor compared to it. Yang Xianmao pointed to the wine in his arms and replied truthfully.

"I knew she was the best. The yellow-haired old man whispered, lifted the wine in his arms, poured a glass, and rested it on the table, very close, very close to himself. Picked up the wine glass, gently stretched out his tongue and licked it, pursed his lips, slightly staggered, and the aftertaste of the wine was endless.