My heart sank slightly.

I had never thought about this before, and I already understood the meaning of Qi Boxuan's words.

This......

I looked at him fixedly, and even Wen Fei stretched out his hand and held one of my hands under the table, but I couldn't come back to my senses.

Although I am not a person who learns swords, I also know that they regard their own swordsmanship skills as greater than the sky, and it is impossible for them to spread the word, and they will never show it easily, for fear that others will steal it. In a sword contest like today's, you can see the exquisite skills of various sects, and the opportunity is really rare.

And Wu Zhen and I, we can write down all their tricks...... Later, you can repeatedly demonstrate it to others......

Is this a blessing?

Maybe there was a cold wind blowing, and I couldn't help but shudder.

Wen Fei's hand holding me suddenly tightened, and I felt a slight pain.

Wen Fei must have thought of the same thing.

If you let others know...... If......

Suddenly I understood what my father meant.

He said that illusion is always the envy and fear of the world.

I didn't understand at the time, although illusion is mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people, but as long as it is not relied on as evil, how can the world hate and fear it?

Wu Zhen glanced at me, she didn't seem to understand the key to this, a little dazed, a little uneasy.

I suddenly felt that the noisy voices in the hall were separated for a moment, and those people, those voices, seemed so distant and indistinct. Like a glimpse of light, chaotic and mixed together.

Maybe...... We shouldn't be here.

Min Dao lowered his voice, but he couldn't hide his excitement: "Wu Ning, then you take a closer look in the afternoon, and let's discuss it together in the evening...... It's good now, if you don't understand it at the time, you can look at it carefully, and if you don't have time to think about it at the time, you can scrutinize it later......"

Wen Fei shook his head, his tone a little stiff: "Don't talk about this." Let's have a meal. ”

Min Dao's eyes narrowed, and he whispered, "Yes, yes, not here." He buried his head and took several mouthfuls of food as if to cover it up.

We weren't loud, and no one noticed us.

But I was still vaguely uneasy.

Wen Fei's hand slowly retracted, losing that warmth, I was both relieved and a little lost.

If others had known about what had just happened, there would have been a steady stream of trouble.

When I come back, I have to tell Wu Zhen that you must be cautious in the future. Be careful.

Among these people who practice kendo, we are a clear outlier. What will happen to us once this is known to others? Will it be attacked by a swarm? Still is......

Wen Fei whispered to me, "It's okay." Don't worry. Let's eat first. ”

I settled down a little, and Wen Fei smiled at me.

His gaze was soft and gentle, like warm hot spring water.

My face was slightly hot, and I lowered my head to take a sip of the soup.

A vague, vague thought popped up in my mind.

I...... Can you help Wen Fei?

He was so hungry for swordsmanship. I want to be recognized, I want to make my mother live well.

But the people of the Wen family bullied him and suppressed him, and he couldn't touch the edge of the Hidden Sword Pavilion at all.

There are many swordsmanship in the world, and it may not be only the Wen family's Hidden Sword Pavilion.

I felt a little excited about it—I felt like I was standing on the edge of an abyss, with a dangerously wobbly bridge leading to the other side. However, I didn't know what the other side was, and I didn't know if I would fall halfway.

But. Perhaps every young person has had an uncontrollable impulse and indomitable courage to move forward at a certain time and for a certain thing.

It's snowing outside again. One after another, overwhelming.

I woke up.

Lei Fang slept soundly. I gently walked past her and got out of bed and poured myself a glass of water to drink.

The eyes full of ice and snow in the dream...... The chill seemed to remain.

It's silly.

I used to be so stupid.

I sat at the table and stared blankly at the lamp. There are a few green bamboos painted on the lampshade, and there are only a few brushstrokes, but there is a graceful and elegant style, which is obviously not the handwriting of a craftsman.

I was stunned for a moment, then took the light and went out.

It is only a few steps from my house to my master's house, that is, in front of the house and behind the house, with a pool in the middle, and across the bridge. One of the two servants was asleep, and the other was guarding. I went up the steps, he stood up, and just as I was about to speak, I made a silent gesture to him, and he cleverly pushed the door open for me, and stepped aside.

In fact, I was nervous in vain, even if I spoke, my master wouldn't be able to hear it now, and I wouldn't be awakened.

Shigong is still asleep.

I put the light down and leaned over to take a closer look.

Shigong looked peaceful and slept peacefully.

He had lost a little weight, but perhaps because he had been recuperating these days, he looked better than usual, and his sleeping face was a little more bloody than before.

The feeling of being a little uneasy just now miraculously settled down all of a sudden.

Just stay by his side...... Even if he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even wake up. Just listening to his breathing and feeling his breath, I felt that my heart was steady, as if it was filled with something, full, comfortable, and carefree.

This feeling is also around my father-

No, it seems, not quite the same.

I can't tell you the difference, and I don't want to bother thinking about it.

Vaguely, I don't particularly want to know the answer.

Suffice it for me to know that I am at peace and calm at the moment.

The dream just now made me feel tired and helpless, about the sword meeting, and many, many things that happened afterward. It was such a long winter, bitterly cold.

I sighed softly and buried my face in the palms of my hands.

No wonder the legend says that if a person wants to be reincarnated, he must drink a bowl of soup and forget everything about his previous life.

Because life is too short, the joys and sorrows of a lifetime are so tired, and then the grievances and hatreds of the previous life are involved......

Somewhere in my chest, there was a dull ache.

What exactly is the pain in?

Because of the stupid things you once did? Because of the deception, exploitation, betrayal, and defilement of the past?

I don't know, I can't figure it out.

The servant poured me a cup of tea, and I nodded my head in thanks.

"What time has it been?" I asked him.

"It's almost five." He whispered: "Girl, let's go back and sleep for a while, the seniors are guarding here, and there will be nothing wrong." ”

"You go to sleep, I'll sit down a little longer."

The wick jumped twice, flickering and dimming, I opened the lampshade, took scissors to cut off the wick, and put the lampshade back on.

As soon as I turned around, I was stunned. Shigong had already sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, and a little light was dancing lightly in his dark eyes. He was fully conscious.

I shouted softly, "Master." ”

After shouting, I didn't know what to say. (To be continued)