Meng Yining slept until noon, and when she got up, the sun was already shining.

Spring and Summer, whose wounds were no longer in trouble, brought her some snacks, and crystal clear glass bowls were placed on the table to reflect the warm sunlight.

"Someone sent something today." Spring and Summer put a blue brocade package on the table.

"Who can send me something? You didn't take it wrong, did you? Meng Yining looked at her suspiciously, unable to figure out who took the trouble to send the things to the house. She grinned and reached out to untie it.

The cloth was wrapped in several layers, and it seemed to be a very precious item. Chunxia stood aside and looked at it curiously, not knowing what kind of rare treasure it was, which could be packaged so carefully.

Lifting the last layer of moon-white cloth, Meng Yining's smile froze on his face.

She stared in amazement at a short sword of autumn water, burning like a flame to her heart. The body of the sword is carved with clear flowing cloud patterns, and in the middle is a deep blood groove with a jagged shape, and the hilt of the sword is entangled with snake-patterned gold wire, which is shining.

Meng Yining's hand stroked the cold sword body, and the sword shook slightly as if it was alive.

Chun Xia had never seen such a strange look from the young lady, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

She didn't answer, tears welling up in her eyes.

Meng Yining slowly raised the short sword, and the blade was like autumn frost in the cold light.

"It's... Red Snake! ”

The red snake is a personal short sword of Meng Yining's father Bai Yan, sharpened like clay, and the sword body is thin and sharp. Although the length is only one foot, it still has the momentum of white rainbows. The sword qi hissed, like a red snake spitting letters. She begged her father to give her the dagger for self-defense, and he told her with a smile that when she was eight years old, he would give it to her as a birthday gift.

It's just that later the family changed, and it was difficult to protect herself, so she never saw this sword again.

Meng Yining weighed the Red Snake Sword in his hand in disbelief, and flew into the back garden. Drawing his sword and stabbing it, the sword light shone like lightning splitting in the air. The bloodthirsty viper tore through the cold air and sparked a spark.

Chunxia chased after him and asked breathlessly, "What, what's wrong?" What's wrong with this sword? ”

"How is that possible?" She muttered to herself.

Gu Zi'an heard the movement in the backyard, and it was good to come over and see Meng Yining's sword and god dancing in unison.

"What a dagger! Where did it come from? Gu Zi'an asked.

"There's another note here," Chun Xia said.

Gu Zi'an took the note and saw the book: "Broken Moon Building Listening to the Wind Pavilion".

"This is my father's sword."

Meng Yining grabbed the note and rushed out in three or two steps, turned over and jumped, and galloped wildly. The clattering horses' hooves splashed the melted snow and ice, and the water splashed in all directions, galloping all the way to the Shattered Moon Tower.

Meng Yining dismounted, hid the short sword in his sleeve, and then entered the Shattered Moon Tower alertly. The guests in the restaurant eat hot meals, and the aroma of home-brewed rice wine warms the surrounding air. She looked at each face, not asking anything. Suddenly, she felt a familiar gaze flying from the corner like a knife, and she opened her calm face like a knife.

Turning her head suddenly, her bright eyes met the other party's sly gaze.

The carved facial features, under the sword eyebrows, a pair of dark eyes with a shallow smile. He pursed his thin lips, and the whole person looked uninhibited. The dark lines of bats embroidered with silver thread on the dark ink clothes reflected a faint light. With a red crown of hair and a handsome face, he held a small glass of rice wine

Both sides felt each other's breath, without disorder or impatience.

The two looked at each other, and sparks flew around.

Meng Yining looked at the strange man in front of her from head to toe, and suddenly noticed that there was a small delicate ball around her waist, which was engraved with the pattern of a unicorn hydrangea, which was even more delicate than the one she gave to Xia Qing.

She walked over calmly, full of questions and didn't know how to speak.

The man introduced himself first: "Lingfeng Mountain, Le Yi." ”

Lingfeng Mountain is a mountain range bordering Yanrong and Beiyang, towering into the clouds and covered with snow all day long. It is said that there is a phoenix, a sacred bird, living on the mountain, so there are often Taoists who practice on this mountain. Meng Yining had never been to Lingfeng Mountain, but he had heard his father mention it occasionally. Even if Yan Rong and Beiyang have clashed many times, the war will not involve a range of fifty miles near the mountain.

Eighty years ago, a big war broke out between Beiyang and Yanrong at that time, and the flames of war stretched for hundreds of miles, burning from the capital to Lingfeng Mountain. On that day, heavy rain fell, lightning and thunder, there was a white phoenix faintly roaring through the clouds, rolling rocks fell from the mountain, and the armies of both sides lost more than 10,000 people.

Later, the fighting stopped and the two countries reconciled.

Meng Yining was a little puzzled, how could he come from that mysterious mountain?

And the next sentence made Meng Yining feel a chill down his spine.

"White Girl."

In the past ten years, no one has ever called her Bai by her first name anymore. This white girl seems to have brought Meng Yining back to the years of the General's Mansion.

She stood there for two seconds, then calmly pulled out her chair and sat down.

The voice was calm, and he said lightly: "Yangshang, Meng Yining." ”

The calm appearance hides the turbulence of the heart.

The man chuckled, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I've been looking for you for a long time, how could I call your name wrong." ”

She looked at him without any look of surprise and fear on her face, but she really didn't know how much the other party had figured out how much she was in, whether she was friend or foe. Just stared coldly at the corners of the man's upturned mouth and the dark red lines on the black robe.

He didn't explain much, just drank the rice wine in the pot.

"This table should be all your favorite dishes, stewed peppers in oil, hazel mushroom seven fresh tofu pot, Hu stewed meat, I personally wrapped the kitchen to make it, it's almost cold."

Meng Yining smelled the fragrance of these Yanrong dishes, and suddenly felt the urge to cry. Because these familiar dishes contain the endless tenderness and love of childhood.

Halfway through, she said, "The delicate ball on your waist is finely made." ”

"Oh, this, my master taught me. There is a small shaft inside the ring of the concentric circular machine, and a small bowl is placed on the shaft, and no matter how much you shake it, the powder inside will not spill. He placed the delicate ball on the table, and the hollow pattern in the sunlight was projected on the table, and the unicorn was playful and lifelike.

"You're a big man, and there's spices in it." She sneered twice.

Le Yi didn't answer, "Aren't you going to ask, where did that sword come from?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yining slapped the short sword on the table with a "snap-". "Then please tell me the origin of this short sword."

"Don't worry."

He took out a small cloth silk from his arms, on which stitches and threads were embroidered with the appearance of the back garden of the general's mansion. Butterflies fly, flowers bloom, there is a small pavilion with red pillars and green tiles on the rockery, there is a gurgling water below, and the carp is enjoying in it. There is a small "Ning" character sewn in the lower right corner behind the cloth.

The eldest sister, Bai Xining, will embroider the last word of her name every time she finishes embroidering. Even though the font has changed slightly after ten years, the verve is still the same.

She couldn't hold back the calm look on her face, her eyes were red, and her hands trembled.

But there was still a shallow hostility in the words: "Where did you get it from?" ”