Section 6: Chongxiao

Yu Meng propped up the ground with his hands and slowly stood up. Her legs were still limping, but she could barely walk. She was about to take a step, and the other pair of hands had already helped her over, naturally Mo Junyan.

The man in white looked at the two of them silently, not saying a word. Yu Meng also began to look at him: he was long and jade, dressed in white like snow, with his long white hair, pale cheeks, white jade-like hands, except for his melancholy pupils and slightly wrinkled eyebrows, almost everything about him was white. It was her first feeling.

Her second feeling was, if he was human, how old was he?

For his face was so handsome, with thin cheeks and well-proportioned proportions, with hardly a trace of excess flesh, nor half of the wrinkles of gray hair. The cheekbones are not prominent because of his thinness, on the contrary, the angular feeling gives people a more cold. Phoenix eyes, there seem to be double pupils in the eyes, sword eyebrows, the eyebrow color is very thick, and the tail of the eyebrows is sharp. If he only looked at this face, Yu Meng would think that this was just a weak-crowned teenager, not a few years older than Mo Junyan.

But, his hair. From a distance, it is as white as snow, and if a teenager can also have this white hair, then he must be sick. She looked at it again, and it seemed that some of the flowing hair was slightly gray, and some were slightly black. And whether it is a disease or not, if you judge by this gray hair, this person is at least sixty years old.

Finally, she looked him in the eye again. Because he's looking at her too, and they're looking at each other, and they're both looking at each other very closely. His eyes were deep, half sad and the other half cold and soft. This is a look that can only be seen after forty years of accumulation after the vicissitudes of life, which cannot be concealed by any hypocritical disguise.

Twenty, sixty, or forty?

Finally, dressed in white, he lowered his eyes to look at her and said the second sentence: "Who are you?" And Yu Meng said the first thing he said to him: "You are a human, not a ghost." ”

"Hush. Dressed in white, he snorted between his teeth with his tongue.

He couldn't help it, and looked up at her again. Why did his eyes glow with two different sensations? He stared at her face, as she had just stared at him, and looked at it again earnestly and carefully, not even willing to let go of the slightly messy hair on her sideburns. Yu Meng is beautiful, but he doesn't seem to appreciate her beauty, he looks at her, and what he looks at seems to be just a memory of the past.

Finally, his gaze was fixed on her hair, which was empty, and he still didn't see what he wanted to see. So, he sighed again.

Mo Junyan noticed it, but said uninterestingly: "Senior sister, your hairpin has fallen off." ”

The man in white was like a thunderbolt, and his eyes rarely showed the same kind of look - unbelievable.

Yu Meng and Mo Junyan were frightened by his expression, but in just a moment, the man in white returned to his usual indifference. However, Yu Meng seemed to have seen the ecstasy in his heart at that moment. "What a weirdo!" Yu Meng whispered in his heart.

"Hey, who are you and why are you doing a here?" asked Yu Meng.

She didn't seem to be afraid of him anymore, I don't know why. Is it because she's already identified him personally?

The man in white slowly approached them and said coldly, "You haven't answered my question yet. ”

Mo Junyan hurriedly said: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of this senior, the younger sisters and brothers mistakenly broke into this mountain and disturbed the seniors Yaxing, it is really out of helplessness, I apologize here, and ask the seniors not to see the guilt." He still maintained his humility and deference as a junior.

Yu Meng is not.

The man in white had already read a lot from his simple words. "Why did he chase you, and what secret did you get by mistake?"

"This ......" Mo Junyan hesitated.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it. I'm tired, go down the mountain. The man in white put his hands on his lower back.

"Hey, how can you drive us away like this? That person may still be waiting for us at the bottom of the mountain, and if we go down the mountain now, won't we fall into the net?"

He turned his head, looked at her, and looked at her quietly for a while before he said, "Then do you want me to kill him?"

Under his forced gaze, Yu Meng hurriedly turned his head and hurriedly said, "That, that's not necessary." But we're thirsty and tired now, and we don't have the strength to run with him, so ...... You, since you saved us, you might as well be a good person to the end. For the first time, she stopped talking.

The expression of the man in white did not change in the slightest, but how could he not understand what she meant?

"You want to take refuge in me?" he said so bluntly.

She was a little ashamed, looked down and looked up again, looked directly at his forced gaze, and said, "That's right, because I really don't have the strength." ”

She saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, but for a moment, he didn't smile, only said lightly: "Boy, if it weren't for my flute sound, would you be able to find here?"

Mo Junyan shook his head: "No." By no means. ”

The man in white didn't say anything, he turned around and walked slowly.

But his voice floated from afar: "For the sake of your little understanding of innate gossip, let you rest here for the night." ”

"Senior sister, what now?" asked Mo Junyan.

"I don't know, just follow him. It's better than being caught by that Tian Ergeng. ”

They followed him to a hut, made of pure bamboo, and surrounded by quiet and elegant pine, bamboo, and plum, and in front of the pine, bamboo, and a lake. It turns out that the lake under the cliff is on the mountainside, and you can look up from the cliff as if it is at the bottom of the cliff.

"Here, I'll leave it to you. The voice of the man in white was cold.

"What about you?" Yu Meng said.

"There is no food, figure it out on your own. After he finished speaking, he brushed the floor and disappeared, as fast as lightning. Yu Meng looked up and saw that he was already lying on a pine branch, his back against her, his long hair hanging down the trunk.

Yu Meng pouted, looking at his back, a little wanted to laugh, but a little sad.

"Why, why is he so unhappy?"

The next morning, Mo Junyan got up very early, because he heard the sound of the flute early in the morning. He pushed open the door of the house, and sure enough, he was dressed in white, sitting in front of the lake, blowing his jade flute.

The sound of the flute was melodious and tactful, with a touch of joy more than what I heard last night.

"Yo, are you in a good mood today?" Yu Meng also walked out.

She slept in the inner room, and Mo Junyan slept in the outer room, which has always been the case.

The man in white put down the flute in his hand, inserted it back into his waist, and turned around. This time, Mo Junyan saw it clearly, and he said in his heart: "Isn't that the jade jue on the painting given by the master?"

The man in white glanced at him and seemed to have insight into all his thoughts.

Mo Junyan was a little embarrassed, he didn't know whether to ask this question or not.

Yu Meng was not: "Why is there only half of the jade on your flute?"

"The other half, I gave it away. He replied directly, just like she did.

"Poof, it must be a girl, right?"

"When I sent her, I don't know. Bai Yi said: "What, you are very interested in this piece of jade?"

"That's right. Yu Meng said.

Bai Yi nodded: "Come with me for breakfast." After he finished speaking, he jumped onto the stone platform and turned down the mountain road to a maple forest. "Follow!" he turned his head and said coldly. Mo Junyan hurriedly picked up his light skills to keep up, and Yu Meng pouted and said, "It's so spirited." ”

The three of them were one in front of the other, the white clothes were chic and calm, like a leisurely stroll, while Yu Meng and Mo Junyan ran so that their legs were sore, so they barely followed. When the white clothes stopped, the scenery on the mountain has changed countless times, but at this moment, I saw the clouds and mist on the mountain, the green peaks in the distance were dyed with ink, and the maple forest was surrounded by a small pavilion, a stone table, and three stone benches, which were chic and simple.

"Hey, you won't slow down!" Yu Meng crossed his hands on his hips, but he was not angry, the man in white did not pay attention to it, and said leisurely: "Exercise your feet before the morning, which is conducive to health." ”

Yu Meng was about to sneer at each other, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the three small bowls on his table, all of which were white rice porridge, but they were fragrant, and there were green lotus leaves, red lotus flowers, and a little bit of tender yellow fragrant mud floating on the porridge, and he couldn't help but wonder: "What do you put in this porridge, how white, red, yellow, and green are colorful, but they look like a pool of lotus flowers, which is very beautiful." ”

The man in white said indifferently: "The red lotus you see is carved from strawberries, Bodhi is a banana, lotus leaves are red root vegetables, and barley, three-color beans, yams, lilies, etc. are slightly mixed in the porridge. The porridge name is Bodhi Junzi Lotus, red, yellow, green three colors should be eaten in the morning, this season of strawberries are still a little sour, I don't know if you are used to eating. ”

Yu Meng was attracted by the food, and his legs were still sore, so he left it behind a little. She sat down on the stone bench on the right side, picked up a bowl of Bodhi Junzi Lotus, scooped up the lotus with a spoon, scattered the Bodhi seeds, stirred the water in the pond, and put it in her mouth, only feeling sweet and slightly sour, sweet in sour, soft and wet, since she was a child, she had never tasted such a fresh porridge.

Yu Meng only felt that the tip of his tongue wanted to melt into the porridge, so he picked up the small bowl lightly and drank it in a big gulp. The man in white saw that she was rude, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, and he shook his head and said, "The cow drinks and swallows the whale, and it destroys the heavens." He and Mo Junyan also picked up a bowl of porridge and ate it slowly.

After Yu Meng drank the porridge, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips again, obviously unfinished. When she saw that the man in white and Mo Junyan had only eaten half of it, she felt that she had eaten too fast and was a little embarrassed, so she didn't look over her head and took care of her hair and didn't look at the two.

The man in white put down the bowl and suddenly sighed: "I am sad for the rest of my life, and I am sad for the mountains and land." There was still half a bowl of porridge left, but he obviously had no intention of eating it again.

Mo Junyan also put down the bowl and asked, "Why did the senior say this?"

The man in white stared at him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly evil: "I'm afraid it's not this question that you wanted to ask me before, right? Just because of it, otherwise, how could a Confucian junior like you want to have something to do with an evil demon like me?" He took off the jade flute around his waist and handed it to Mo Junyan. His words seemed harsh, but his expression was more of a mockery.

Mo Junyan's face flushed, he took it abruptly, stroked the flute, only felt that this flute was surprisingly cold, and said in his heart: "This flute is carved with jasper, and people say: 'Warm as jade', but under my touch, I only feel an inexplicable chill, a biting cold." He looked at the jade jue with the moon on it, and carefully identified the lines and carvings on it, and he had to make sure that it was the one he was looking for.

"Seniors, juniors, there is a picture scroll left by the teacher here, and the painting seems to be this piece of jade from the predecessors. After Mo Junyan identified it, he took out the painting scroll and handed it to the man in white along with the jade flute.

The man in white inserted the jade flute back into his waist and slowly unfolded the scroll. What greeted his eyes was a piece of immaculate jade, with the first quarter moon on the top and the bottom on the bottom of the second quarter moon. He looked at it for a long time, as if time had stood still, until a leaf fell on the painting, obscuring half of the last quarter of the moon, and he came back to his senses.

"Twenty years later, heh, I can still see this painting. ”

"This painting has been around for twenty years?" Mo Junyan asked.

The man in white nodded.

"Could it be that you painted this painting?" Yu Meng said suddenly.

The man in white still nodded.

Mo Junyan said in his heart: "No wonder I think that this painting does not look like the master's painting, even if the style of the brush is not like the master's doing, I don't want it to be painted by this senior." However, why did his ink treasure go to the master?"

The man in white put away the scroll and returned it to Mo Junyan. After Mo Junyan took it, he suddenly knelt in front of him and said loudly: "The junior Kunlun sent Mo Junyan to ask the seniors to go out of the mountain and save Shi Xianshi!"

The man in white neither dodged nor dodged, let him kneel, and said lightly: "Your name is Mo Junyan, what about her?" He skimmed Yu Meng. Mo Junyan understood and glanced at Yu Meng. He could have answered for her, but he didn't.

Yu Meng said: "My name is Yu Meng, and I am his senior sister. ”

"Yu Meng, Yu Meng, Yu Meng......" The man in white stood up, stared blankly at the other side of the mountain, and muttered to himself.

That morning, Mo Junyan told him and her everything that happened to him and her to him in white, including everything that happened in the General's Mansion. In white, he only listened quietly, and didn't say anything, no matter whether Mo Junyan and Yu Meng's experience was thrilling or bizarre, he didn't say anything, or even have any expression.

He is like a bystander who looks down on the world.

"Finished?" said the man in white lightly.

Mo Junyan nodded and said, "Please also ask the seniors to ......"

"I refuse. The man in white still said lightly.

"For ......" Mo Junyan only said one word and then stopped, and did not say any more.

The man in white looked at him with interest, and he seemed to wonder why the young man had stopped pleading.

"If you don't want to help, forget it, we will rescue Shi Shuai by our own ability. Yu Meng answered for Mo Junyan, she is a person who is not used to fake others, in fact, Mo Junyan is the same.

The man in white sneered: "Just by your ability, don't say it's Wei Zhongxian, even the five biaos under him, any of them, you are not opponents." ”

"If martial arts are not good, you can practice, but if you are ungrateful, then you are not as good as a beast!" Yu Meng said very resolutely.

"What grace did he give you?"

Yu dreamed for a while and said: "If you are kind to Xiaojun, you will naturally be kind to me, who made me his senior sister!"

The man in white turned his head and asked Mo Junyan: "Why did you save Shi Xian? It's just that he treated you very well? He gave you the grace to save your life? Then how could you have thought that if it weren't for Shi Xian, how could you have survived several times and three times?"

"No matter what, I think Shi Shuai is a good person. I don't regret knowing him, even if it's ......" Mo Junyan said: "Even if it is a bumpy life and a thousand miles of death, it will not live up to the righteousness of acquaintance." ”

"Hush. Dressed in white, he snorted between his teeth with his tongue.

"Good and bad, right and wrong, how can it be so easy to distinguish?" said the man in white: "You are just two naïve little ghosts." ”

Yu Meng was about to refute, but he heard him say again: "However, what is lacking in this river and lake is a naïve guy like you. ”

"It's obviously so weak, but it has to be righteous and awe-inspiring. As a result, I don't know how to die. The man in white didn't seem to be talking about her and Mo Junyan, because he wasn't looking at them, he was staring blankly at the table, as if he was just talking about the past.

Yu Meng didn't know what to say, so he thought of such a truth: "Hey, big weirdo, in fact, your martial arts are the best I've ever seen." ”

"No matter how good your martial arts are, you can't go against the destiny of heaven and escape from life and death. ”

"But without martial arts, you can't protect the people you want to protect. ”

The man in white came back to his senses and looked at her clear pupils.

"Hey, you're so good at martial arts, why don't you help those in need?" she asked again.

The man in white smiled bitterly: "Why are all the words you say so similar?"

"You, me and Jun?" she added, apparently realizing that this was not the right answer, "Do you recognize me?"

The man in white seemed to realize that he had lost his words, took a deep breath, and returned to his previous indifferent and arrogant demeanor: "Well, since you respect me so much, if I don't give you some benefits, I'm sorry for you." You only need to follow me for three years, and I will discipline you invincible in the world!"

Three years of invincibility is this a rhetoric or a rhetoric, but in any case, it is enough to shock people.

"Hey, who the hell are you?"

Dressed in white, he turned his head, squinted at the sky, and said word by word:

"Twenty years ago, I had a name called Chongxiao. ”

Exactly: "How can a sword be needed in the sword immortal sheath? ”