The boy had nothing to do during the day. When I went out for a walk, I found that this place was somewhat similar to Tao Qian's Peach Blossom Spring. Several peasant families hoeed the fields and cultivated the land, and worked hard under the scorching conditions. A babbling stream runs around the village, and a few small fish flash in the clear water from time to time. Every dusk, the smoke curls and the barking of dogs echoes for a long time in the green mountains and green waters.

Although he was a child, he also saw that this farm was not an ordinary farmer. Those sturdy men exuded the air of a soldier in their gestures. And the most suspicious of this unusualness is the mysterious man. Who is he, and why is everyone here so respectful to him? He wanted to ask, but ended up hiding his curiosity. It's better to have more than one thing now, and you can't get into unnecessary trouble.

When he was not eating, he would sit quietly under an old tree by himself, staring at the bracelet, thinking about his mother and the past, and sometimes he couldn't even hear the woman's call.

Of course, sometimes he would pester the farmers to teach him martial arts. The peasants just looked at him coldly, didn't say a word, and ran away in fright.

Compared to the busy farmer, the man seemed to be the most laid-back person in the world. He was never seen to go out to work, and every day he would only sit on a stone bench and look through a few slightly yellowed scrolls. Occasionally, I will take out a jade flute and blow it for half a day. Even his wife (presumably presumably) did not sew and cook like other people's houses, and spent the whole day reading medical books there, looking like a man with more than one wife.

The courtyard is not very big, but it is tasteful. A few people who looked like a girl kept the house in order. For some reason, the boy always felt a little weird. But he can't say what the blame is.

"What's your name?" Early in the morning, the man was reading in the garden. As if waiting for him, I put down the scroll in my hand when I saw him.

"Mother calls me Boyan." The boy lowered his head, as if his wound deepened every time he thought of his mother.

"Don't you want to learn martial arts? From today onwards, I am your master. My name is Xiao Zhuxuan, and her name is Wanqiu. Don't tell outsiders. Usually it's okay to call me Master. The man's voice came from the tall figure, and it seemed to be much lower than yesterday.

"Yes," the boy asked cautiously, "Master, do you want to teach me martial arts?" ”

"Start by reading." Master's voice was calm, "I'll pass you a few mantras, and I'll review them every morning and evening." ”

As he spoke, the man took the pen and wrote a small page on the paper, the fine small characters were densely packed, and the boy took it and was shocked, "So many..." ”

The man's voice was a little impatient: "Yes, if you can't memorize it before lunch, don't eat lunch, and if you can't memorize it before dinner, don't eat dinner." With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

The boy was stunned, sat honestly on the stone bench in the courtyard, and stammered the dry and incomprehensible mental method.

I don't know how long it took, but a crisp voice was full of curiosity: "Who are you?" "When I looked up, I met a very beautiful girl. When I saw her, I was still holding a handkerchief folded into a smart lamp, and she looked very cute.

"Who are you?" The boy was a little unnatural, but deliberately pretended not to care, and asked with a red face.

"My name is Kyaukyue." The girl smiled slightly, not seemingly caring about his attitude, "Now it's time for you to tell me your name." ”

"My name is Bo Yan." Stammering a few words, grabbing the paper on the table violently, the boy ran out "I'm going to endorse the book", and the girl giggled behind him, "Remember to play with me!" ”

When I picked up the paper again, that delicate face always lingered in my mind. He didn't read a few sentences before he became impetuous. I was a little annoyed for a while, and I couldn't help but curse myself, regretting why I ran away just now. Bored, he picked a leaf and blew the song "Jade Gate Pass" that his mother had taught. The music is resentful, and with the wind, gently drifts away.

"Bo Yan, I'm back for dinner." A soft voice sounded in the distance. The boy slid down the tree and ran towards his home.

The food was extraordinarily hearty, and you could smell the aroma from afar. He rushed in and was suddenly stunned. Sitting at the table was the girl I had seen. Looking at his embarrassment, the girl giggled: "Don't remember me? I told you my name just now. ”

The crisp laughter like a wind chime made him even more embarrassed, Bo Yan lowered his head and grabbed his chopsticks, stunned for a moment, and unconsciously remembered what the master said to him in the morning.

He swallowed hard and slowly put his chopsticks down again. Wanqiu was a little surprised: "Bo Yan, what's wrong with you?" Is it uncomfortable? ”

He looked at the Master, who looked at him with a blank expression. Honestly, he said, "I didn't memorize it, so I won't eat." ”

"What's going on?" Wan Qiu, who looked confused, grabbed him.

"I promised Master that I wouldn't be allowed to eat without memorizing." The boy replied stubbornly, breaking free from his master's hand.

"Zhu Xuan, he's still a six-year-old child, and after suffering so much, can't you be nicer to him?!" Wanqiu said angrily at the man.

The man was silent for a while, there was no expression on his calm face, and it took a long time to spit out two words, "Eat!" And he said no more.

The boy shook his head, with a stubborn face: "My mother said that you must do what you promise to others, otherwise you will be a faithless person." With that, he ran out.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared for a long time that Zhu Xuan glanced up at the woman beside him, but at some point there was a faint smile on his face. "You knew it was going to be like this." Wan Qiu glared at the man helplessly, picked up the chopsticks, but there was a smile on her tense face: "It's really a good apprentice you took - and you are like a fool carved out of a mold." ”

Thinking of the scene of kneeling in the snow and apprenticing in the cold night, Zhu Xuan, who was usually calm, turned red on his face, but he didn't want to be counted down by a woman in front of the juniors, so he snorted cheekily and disdainfully: "I'm not stupid, I'm called Neixiu." ”

Wanqiu finally couldn't help laughing: "It's not stupid, everyone else is covered with thick cotton balls on the snow, and they went back to sleep after kneeling for less than half an hour-except for you, kneeling straight in the snowstorm, the snow on your body has accumulated more than two inches, and your legs are almost frozen on the ground, and you have been kneeling all night, and you can still call Master the next morning--which startled my father." If you want to learn from Chenmen Lixue to learn from the artist, you also have to pick a time when the snow is small, so what should you do if you freeze in the cold snow? ”

Although Zhu Xuan's face was thick, he didn't need Wanqiu to say this, and hurriedly diverted the topic: "I was much smarter than this kid at that time, and I would never exceed two hours when I vested the Dharma formula-how like this kid, I didn't memorize it from early morning to noon..."

"What did you teach him?"

"Heart Sutra."

"That would have hurt that kid!"

"He's peaceful, and he'll be fine."

Wanqiu looked out the door, her eyes full of worry, "Is it fate..."

As the daughter of the head of the Tianshan Mountains, no one knows better than her the secret book called the Heart Sutra. It was the one that had taken countless lives from her. She often thinks that if it weren't for the Heart Sutra, that person would have a wife and children by now.

Where are you now?

I don't remember when it was, and my father, who had long been ignoring the miscellaneous things in the door, suddenly wanted to personally instruct his disciples in martial arts. This made Wanqiu really surprised, Daddy hadn't managed the affairs of the door for ten years, and everything was decided by a few older brothers and sisters. Daddy's sudden change of heart left everyone confused.

She still clearly remembered that her father hesitated about this for several days, and finally decided to choose a smart person among the new disciples to practice martial arts. She still clearly remembered the burning gazes of those brothers and sisters in the same class. Even the sixth senior brother who has no quarrel with the world in Pingyue is no exception.

Mo Ji and Zhu Xuan stood out and became Daddy's last closed disciples.

Moji was brilliant from an early age, and he was familiar with the Pentateuch at the age of four. His family was poor, and he was often used as collateral by his family in exchange for a little bit of subsistence ration because he could not afford to pay the heavy taxes. That's why he didn't die in that disaster.

coincided with the turmoil at the border pass, the general guarding the border raised the flag to rebel, and the rebels captured Licheng and looted it on a large scale. The food held firmly in their arms was snatched away as jewelry, and the family could only watch Mo Ji's two younger siblings starve to death. After January, the rebels ran out of food and grass and went out of the city to surrender to the besieging army, and more than half of the civilians in Li died of starvation. When Mo Ji was sweating profusely and carrying rice home, the four members of the family had already stopped breathing.

No one would have thought that he would carry a sharp knife to kill the rebel general who had been made a marquis.

When his father, who happened to be passing by, rescued him from the hands of officers and soldiers, he was already covered in blood and unconscious. Daddy didn't take him as a disciple, he became a person who cleaned the courtyard every day, and finally could only stand in a corner where no one would notice, silently watching the high-spirited senior brothers practice swords and martial arts. Daddy didn't want Mo Ji to practice martial arts, because martial arts would bring misfortune to this hateful person again. But no one could have imagined that at the triennial martial arts arena, Mo Ji only relied on a broken blade of a broken sword discarded by others to force the senior brother who had been in the field for five years to retreat. Seeing that his swordsmanship is far superior to that of other senior brothers, even his father has to admit, "This son is not a thing in the pool." From then on, Mo became an official disciple of the Tianshan Mountains. After many years, even his father forgot his life experience, and he didn't see the cold light flashing in his eyes when he was alone.

That day, Daddy mysteriously took Zhu Xuan and Mo Ji out, she wanted to follow, but Daddy just didn't allow it, and handed her a letter with a tight seal, and instructed her: "If I haven't come back after a year, open the letter." At that time, my father's expression was very serious, as if he would never come back. Sure enough, a year later, he never returned.

A year passed quickly, and she opened the letter. The letter said that they were to practice the Heart Sutra in a secret place. The Heart Sutra is a treasure in the door, but few masters pass it on to their disciples, not only the qualifications are harsh, but the practice itself is also very dangerous. But all generations of leaders want to see through the Heart Sutra and carry it forward. The letter also said that if they could not come back, her senior brother would be the next leader.

The senior brother has a peaceful surname and high martial arts, so he is the best candidate for the head of the family. Just as he was paying homage to his ancestors, a man covered in blood broke in. Several of the gatekeepers were killed by a sword. The person who came seemed to be a little delirious, and he didn't know what he was muttering, but there was no emotion in his dark eyes. That familiar figure, that pale face, is clearly Zhu Xuan who left without saying goodbye a year ago, but why did he become like this? What about Mo Ji and Daddy?

Ignoring the cold sword in front of her, she stepped forward lightly. Gently caressing the face distorted by pain. The person who came was startled, and quickly retreated, without half a moment's hesitation, the long sword stabbed straight ahead. narrowly avoided his throat, but he was still injured. When did his martial arts become so sophisticated? Blood flowed from the wound and instantly stained her plain dress. In the exclamations of the brothers and sisters around her, she closed her eyes in pain. Daddy is right, he is now in the devil, and he is no longer the Zhuxuan he used to be.

The senior brother on the high platform flew past and pulled her back. There was no more sympathy on his cold face, and the dazzling clear light burst out in his hands in an instant.

Breaking free from her brother's hand, she rushed over desperately. Sure enough, with a cry that slashed through the air, the long sword slashed down mercilessly. Her face was already full of tears, and she spit out a few words in a low voice: "Zhu Xuan, you..." Zhu Xuan was shocked, the long sword brushed over, and countless hairs were cut off in unison, falling everywhere in the wind. Then, in a hoarse and silent tone, he spit out a few words with difficulty: "Wanqiu..."

Although under her careful care, he slowly recovered. But compared to the past, he was much more silent, and besides, she didn't ask about Daddy and Mo Ji, and he didn't say anything.

A few days later, news came from the rivers and lakes that a demon appeared overnight in the originally peaceful world, with strange swordsmanship, great power, and ruthlessness, never showing mercy. In just a few days, countless people were killed, and even the imperial court was shaken. The two good hands of black and white came out together, but they still returned in vain. She faintly felt that that person was Mo Ji.

Because of the sword to kill the same door, although he was trapped by the demon for a while, but no one had a trace of sympathy for him, or perhaps, even if there was still a compassion in his heart, no one dared to reveal it to this person who would turn into a demon at some point, the Tianshan faction all respected the pale young man, only as the orphan girl of the head of the family, she did not shy away from taboos, always accompanied by him, feeling the pain that this young man buried deep in his heart. Zhu Xuan left alone before his injuries healed, and he was never heard from since. It's just that I heard that the emperor's son who disappeared for some reason five years ago suddenly returned to the imperial capital, went out with the army, and broke back several times. There are countless rewards, and it is difficult to see him smile.

・・・・・・

Even if this is the case, Daddy's last words have to be passed on to Zhuxuan again, why is this the case!?

"Sister Wanqiu, why don't you eat?" Kyaukyue tugged at her sleeve. Wanqiu came back to her senses, suppressed many thoughts in her heart, and ate slowly. Kyaukyue looked at her thoughtfully, full of curiosity.

"So you're here." It's still that bright smiling face, and it's still that lilac dress. When the girl in the morning stood in front of him, his heart suddenly beat a few times.

"What are you doing here?" Bo Yan was a little unhappy, and secretly called bad luck in his heart, "If it weren't for her, I might not have to sit here hungry." ”

The girl smiled good-naturedly, "I saw that you didn't eat lunch, so I specially brought you some, if you don't want to eat, I'll take it." "Let's go.

A rice word drew the boy's gaze, "Where is it?" He was too busy to get up, and before Jiaoyue put down the food box, he grabbed it.

"It's so fragrant!" The nose came up first and sniffed it, Bo Yan couldn't wait to grab the chopsticks, pick up the noodles full of chopsticks and send them to his mouth. "Beware of burning!" As soon as he spoke, he saw the boy squirting all his noodles out, and his hands kept fanning the wind into his wide open mouth, and even his cheeks turned red.

Seeing the boy's embarrassment, Kyaukyue pursed her lips and smiled. The boss's faceless Boyan was about to get angry, and when he saw the flower-like smile, he was stunned.

After a long pause, Jiaoyue smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I lost my honor." But you're stupid. ”

Bo Yan's face was a little unbearable, although he was young, he also knew that it was a shame to be said like this by a girl of a similar age. He asked for the surname to put down the bowl and stopped eating.

"Are you angry?" Seeing the angry expression in front of her, Kyaukyue asked cautiously.

"Of course." Putting on a child's angry look, Bo Yan turned away and stopped looking at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." It took a long time for the girl to apologize in a low voice, and the porcelain bowl that had been white stretched out next to her, "Eat it quickly, it's going to be cold." ”

Bo Yan still looked like he was ignoring it.

The girl walked quickly in front of her, "If you don't eat, if you don't eat, I'll fall" Jiaoyue's face turned cloudy, and a wave of anger emerged from her bright eyes, reflecting the boy's face burning.

Bo Yan, who was glared at by the girl and whose stomach had already been screamed open, immediately picked up the bowl, ate two mouthfuls and said something vaguely.

"Swallow it!" Jiaoyue, who was sulking, said angrily.

Quickly swallowing the food in his mouth, Bo Yan sighed: "I mean, I'm afraid I'm sorry Master." ”

Jiaoyue's anger rekindled, this stupid boy was still thinking about those messy things in his mind while eating the noodles he cooked with his own hands, and he didn't seem to take her to heart at all, which was really annoying. Think about your identity, a well-loved little princess is so low, and she won't be laughed to death when she spreads out.

Bo Yan saw that her eyebrows were raised, and he was about to get angry, so he immediately added: "You are so good-looking." ”

Jiaoyue was stunned for a moment, and her jade face flashed a delicate red. But before the blush had faded, the boy said, "But when you are angry, you don't dare to compliment." ”

The bright moon was angry for a while. grabbed Zhu Hong's food box, and ran away without waiting for Bo Yan's reaction.

The tree was as cold as ever, and for some reason, Bo Yan's heart was a little more lost. Although he was impatient on the surface, he didn't know how much he expected the girl to stay.

At dinner in the evening, Bo Yan finally barely finished his homework. Zhu Xuan frowned, and two words popped out from between his teeth: "What stupid!" Wanqiu was not so stern, and handed him a pair of chopsticks with a smile: "Hungry."

He was about to answer, when someone at the table snorted coldly, who is it not Kyaukyue?

Wan Qiu noticed the strangeness of the two of them, and after a few more glances, she knew the probability. A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the two of them with a smile. Jiaoyue's face was flushed by her, and she couldn't help it anymore: "Sister Wanqiu, you bully people!" Wanqiu pretended to be surprised: "When did I bully you, little sister?" Jiaoyue knew that she couldn't get a bargain here in Wanqiu, so she wanted to pull a helper: "Brother, you see they are all bullying me!"

Zhu Xuanben's expressionless face also had a slight smile at this time: "You said that they bullied you, is there any evidence?" Jiaoyue couldn't hold back any longer, and threw herself in front of him and hit him a few times: "You guys gang up to bully me!" With that, he ran out the door.

Bo Yan got up and chased after him.

Wan Qiu shouted from behind: "It's night, don't run far..." In the midst of several dog barks, the voices of the two were faintly heard.

The warmth that I hadn't seen for a long time echoed quietly in the lonely courtyard.

"Why are you coming along?" Jiaoyue's eyes widened, and she was about to lose her temper, when she unexpectedly found that the boy was looking at her with a smile, with his hands hidden behind his back, quite mysterious.

"What?" The girl came interested, "let me see"

Bo Yan stretched out his hand in front of him, and a small lilac flower lay quietly in his hand, and a faint fragrance wafted in the air.

"It's beautiful." Fingertips gently clutched, "Is it for me?" ”

Bo Yan nodded, for some reason, he always liked to see her smile.

Under the clear moon, the two sat together on the ridge by the stream, quietly watching the gurgling stream under the bright light. Fragments of light shone from the shade of the trees, shining on the two of them. From time to time, a few frogs sounded in the field, and in the distance, the little star lights were still flickering.

Jiaoyue looked at the little flower wrapped around her fingertips, and said softly: "Since my mother left, I will never smile again." Daddy said that he loved me, but in fact, he was ashamed and wanted to make up for me. The people are usually submissive, and no one has ever spoken to me. There are other people who see me as a daughter on the surface, and wish I had married earlier, so that they could have more favor..."

Bo Yan listened silently, but he didn't expect that such a delicate little girl would hide so many things in her heart. Just as the two of them were sitting quietly, a rough voice came to mind, "So you are here." Jiaoyue and Bo Yan were almost startled, and Bo Yan stretched out his hand to pull Jiaoyue behind him: "Who are you and what do you want to do?" The man waved his big rough hand: "Madame told you to go back to sleep." Bo Yan saw clearly that it was a common farmer during the day. Kyaukyue gently broke free of his hand, and he realized that he was still clutching his other hand tightly. The boy smirked, his eyes fixed on the red-stained hand, and followed without saying a word.

didn't know that the girl's heart had a warm support.

In the following days, the girl was always by his side, watching him study, watching him practice martial arts, and when she saw him being scolded by the master, she would help him intercede on the side. The boy's heart has since had one more figure.

Although he was still dissatisfied on the surface, he praised Wanqiu in private: "This kid's qualifications are much better than mine." In the faint tone, it was a master's highest evaluation of the apprentice. And Wanqiu listened quietly on the side, smiling, "How nice it would be if I could always be like this..."

I don't know when, the little girl with delicate facial features became slim; I don't know when, she doesn't like to run crazy under the scorching voice; At some point, there was something called melancholy in her eyes. The girl is growing up.

"Bo Yan has grown up..." As soon as he said, Wanqiu whispered to Zhu Xuan, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

Zhu Xuan didn't seem to hear anything, and buried his head in reading: "Well, he has grown a lot taller." Wanqiu couldn't cry or laugh, "I didn't mean this, the ninth princess should also get married", Zhu Xuan was still pretending to be stupid: "You don't want to prepare a dowry for her, do you?" Wanqiu casually smashed a book over: "Die!" Zhu Xuan caught it lightly and sighed: "I can't do this." ”

Wan Qiu's face was sarcastic: "Even the dignified Seven Princes, who stand up to the sky and regard the world as nothing, will there be something that can be done?" ”

Zhu Xuan smiled bitterly: "You also know that the signboard of the Seven Princes is not much stronger than a door-to-door meal." After being deprived of military power, my father and emperor watched me everywhere, fearing that I would send troops to force him to abdicate. You say, "Will he listen to my words?" ”

Wanqiu still didn't believe it: "Then you should be able to mention it, right?" ”

Zhu Xuan's face was calm: "They won't have results." Now that the front line is not going well, we can't stop the Hui people, and sooner or later Kyaukyue will be married off as a princess who is close to her. ”

Wan Qiu looked surprised: "She is your sister, do you just watch her get married and spend her life in pain?" ”

Zhu Xuan stared at her calmly: "Even if it's not her, my other sister will go for her." Can I stop this? ”

Wanqiu lowered her head. Reason told her that Zhu Xuan was right, but she couldn't stand Zhu Xuan's indifference to it, that kind of indifferent attitude. Is this person really the Zhu Xuan from the past?

"It's all fate..." The man's indifferent face was buried with infinite exhaustion.

The peach blossoms in the sky are blooming and falling as always. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are reincarnated in one day.