"Hey, Brother Scholar, look at your beautiful eyebrows, why do you walk so fast?"

His footsteps suddenly stopped, and when he turned around, he suddenly plunged into the scholar's arms as he didn't expect. Snowflakes fell, wetting her long hair and butterfly-like eyelashes. The scholar said helplessly: "Xiaosheng and the girl just met in Pingshui, and now Xiaosheng is going to Kyoto to join his relatives, why should the girl bother to follow?"

"Are you going to the imperial court to be an official?" asked Bu'er curiously.

The scholar didn't want to say more, but when he saw Bu'er's face full of doubts, he couldn't bear it, so he nodded and said: "Xiaosheng has lofty ambitions, and he wants to enter the court as an official and seek benefits for the common people in the world." ”

Bu'er circled around him twice, and the scholar's eyes stared at him uncomfortably. "Well, now that I have explained to the girl, the girl should go home quickly! Bu'er smiled, "Are you worried about me?"

The scholar was blushed by her ridiculous words, and he said hesitantly: "I'm leaving, you...... Don't come with me again......" After saying that, he raised his foot and continued on his way. Bu'er hurriedly grabbed him, but she was a person who practiced martial arts, and the scholar was powerless, so he was pulled down in the snow mercilessly. The scholar's handsome face was buckled into the thick snow like this, and he didn't move for a long time. Bu'er was startled when he saw that he hadn't moved for a long time, and quickly dragged him out, nervously worried: "Oh, you're okay, I didn't mean to!"

The scholar was choked to death, coughed for a long time, and gasped for several breaths before he said intermittently: "Little ...... Xiaosheng has never offended the girl, the girl...... Why ......"

Bu'er took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to the scholar, who saw that she did have a kind face, so he raised his hand and wiped his wet face with a handkerchief. "I just want to know your name, maybe we can meet again in the future, if you become an official, I will go to Kyoto in the future to have a friend to take care of, you say?"

The scholar thought for a moment and felt that this was true. When you leave home, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy. So he said gently as usual: "Xiaosheng's surname is Ye, his name is Ling, and the word Allure, the girl can call me 'Allure'." ”

"Allure?" Bu'er silently repeated, it was really true, this face could be regarded as a country and a city. Bu'er habitually clenched his fists in return: "In the next step Feifan, you can call me Bu'er!"

Bu Feifan? Ye Ling couldn't help but laugh, this name fits her very closely! Both of them have a lot of good feelings for each other because of their names. But time waits for no one, and in a few moments, the sun is already setting in the west. Today's winter sun is very warm and soft, and the mountains and rivers carved by snow are even more pink and jade, like a dream.

"Alright. Ye Ling got up and patted the dust and snow on his body, and said modestly, "Xiaosheng has to continue to hurry, girl, let's stay......" Bu'er knew that he also had important things to do, and since he had almost understood the situation of this scholar, it was not appropriate to dwell on it too much. lest he arouse his disgust, then he will lose more than he gains.

Thinking of this, Bu'er replied in a dashing manner: "Bu'er will go back, it's just that this road is deep and dangerous, and you have to be more careful in Allure." Ye Ling smiled and nodded, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and his steps were a little distracted for a while.

When he came back to his senses, Ye Ling was already far away. His figure gradually disappeared in the heavy snow curtain, and only a lonely goose swept by in the silent world, disappearing into the sky with a few unknown whistling sounds.

Bu'er smiled and watched Ye Ling go away, and when his figure was finally no longer visible, his eyes turned pale and he said in a deep voice: "Come out." ”

Unlike her, who was sweet and simple, Bu'er's body was suddenly shrouded in a layer of solemn coolness, and the snow scene that was still crystal beautiful just now changed suddenly.

A gust of wind whistled by, blowing a large patch of falling snow in the direction of the other side. A person quietly appeared beside Bu'er. The man was dressed in black, but the collar was embroidered with a green luan fire phoenix, which was particularly conspicuous between the dazzling white and the gloomy black.

"How's the matter investigated?" Bu'er's tone was cold, showing the majesty of a generation of Qingluan Hall Lords.

"A team of mysterious people and horses were intercepted near Kunlun Mountain, and the seal of the head of the Beimang Sword Sect that was lost not long ago was found. The man in black had a low voice, but it was clearly a woman.

Bu'er suddenly smiled, "I knew that the seal of the confused head of the Beimang Sword Sect must have been the idea of the evil sect in the west." It's a pity that they are still not smart enough, and they didn't even inquire about the boundaries near Kunlun Mountain, so they dared to blatantly transport them to the west. ”

The man in black said respectfully: "The hall master is still thoughtful, he has long understood the terrain near Kunlun Mountain, and sent his subordinates to block all the exits, so that they can be wiped out." ”

After listening to the compliment, Bu'er stopped laughing, she took a long breath and asked slowly, "It seems that this time there is still nothing, right?"

The eyes of the man in black darkened, and he was silent for a long time before he whispered: "I still committed suicide immediately, and I didn't live out." They are just dead soldiers who have been bought by money, and there are no clues to investigate deeply. ”

Bu'er sneered, a few snowflakes were stained between his eyebrows, and they instantly melted into water droplets, "Since you are an inner ghost, let me go to the meeting." There are not many people who can know and have access to the seal of the head of the family, and since he can do it, he will definitely show his feet!" She paused, her eyes still shining, "Let's go! Go to Beimang Mountain and participate in the Sword Discussion Conference!"

Beimangshan is located in the northeast of the territory of the Dayin Dynasty, also in the north of Kyoto, and belongs to Binzhou. Although the imperial court and the martial arts do not interfere with each other, they are both under the rule of the Son of Heaven. And because most of them are chivalrous in the martial arts, they are uninhibited, they have a little less servility of submission, and they do things casually, and they disdain to intersect with the powerful, so the relationship is also more tense. But fortunately, there has been no obvious conflict of interests between the two parties over the years, and they have been at peace with each other.

Bu'er is highly powerful, walking in the vast snow is like stepping on the snow Feiyan, light and agile, ten days of travel, she effortlessly shortened nearly half of the time. Therefore, when she arrived at Beimangshan, the sword conference was still in the early stage of preparation.

As soon as he went to Beimang Mountain, Bu'er was respectfully welcomed into Beimang Palace by the disciples of the Beimang Sword Sect. Along the way, there were disciples in cultivation clothes practicing swords, and the crisp sound of swords echoed in the mountains, turning into a song of ups and downs. The large snowflakes that fell in clusters were also scattered and splashed by the chaotic swordsmanship.

Walking all the way and looking all the way, his curious eyes turned around. At this time, she caught a glimpse of a woman with moon eyebrows and starry eyes repeating a simple set of swordsmanship over and over again, and at a glance, she knew that this was the introductory swordsmanship of the Beimang Sword Sect.

Bu'er was puzzled in his heart, and asked in a low voice the Beimang disciple who was leading the way beside him, "The swordsmanship of the Beimang Sword Sect is won by profound internal strength, so it has always accepted children as disciples and accumulated long-term penance. This woman's swordsmanship is clumsy, and her internal strength is extremely shallow, as if she has just learned martial arts. ”

The disciple lowered his eyebrows and replied, "The master of the step hall has a clear eye and a careful heart, and he found it at a glance. ”

Bu'er frowned and said: "The seal of your head of the sect was lost not long ago, and this woman has just joined the sect not long ago, has no one investigated it?"

The disciple hurriedly replied, "I'm afraid that the master of the step hall has misunderstood. This woman has actually lived in Beimangshan for a long time, she is an orphan girl adopted by the head of the family, her brain is not very good, and she is an autistic patient. ”

Bu'er's heart suddenly moved, and when she looked at her carefully, she was indeed not quite the same as ordinary people. The other disciples are all practicing swords, and she is the only one who is alone, and the set of introductory swordsmanship that is so simple that it only requires footwork and techniques, and does not use any internal force, she plays very discordantly, and it seems that her hands and feet cannot be used at the same time.

Bu'er sighed and walked over to the woman. The woman suddenly heard the sound of stepping on snow beside her, hurriedly threw away her sword, and subconsciously hid behind a dead tree covered with snow beside her, her long hair sticking out of the corner behind the tree.

The disciple who followed Bu'er said softly in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, Qing'er, this is the hall master of Qingluan Palace, she won't hurt you." ”

Qing'er hid behind a tree, did not react, and remained motionless.

Bu'er smiled lightly and said softly: "My name is Bu'er, you can call me Sister Bu." ”

Qing'er's eyes finally peeked out from behind the tree, and she carefully watched the steps, but still refused to come out.

The disciple sighed and said, "Step Hall Master, let's go!"

Bu'er didn't pay attention to her words, but picked up the silver sword that was thrown in the snow, and with a slight shock, the long sword wet by the snow was immediately dried by the internal force, emitting a slight white smoke.

Qing'er's eyes widened, and he involuntarily walked out, staring directly at his sword in disbelief.

Bu'er smiled slightly, "Sister Bu will show you swordsmanship!"

After speaking, she raised her foot and kicked at the big tree covered with thick snow with lightning speed. In an instant, the snow was scattered in the sky like catkins. Bu'er raised his sword in the vast snow, his graceful posture, flexible footwork, and exquisite swordsmanship drew a dazzling light between heaven and earth. The disciples who practiced the sword at the right time were all amazed, and they all stopped their movements and slowly gathered towards Bu'er.

In the midst of admiration, Bu'er's eyebrows remained unchanged, as if everything around him was hidden in the snow. She skillfully used her internal strength to inject it into her swordsmanship, making the sword light brighter and more dazzling in the dazzling light. The gorgeous swordsmanship blooms like a flower, but all the snowflakes that fall beside her are cut into white and orderly falling plums, unlike the Shicai Beimang disciples who only dispersed the snowflakes with internal force, and Bu'er is even more with the luck of the sword, properly controlling the strength, and carving the fluttering snowflakes into a sea of white plum blossoms.

At the end of a flash of light, the sea of flowers disappeared in an instant, as if everything just now was just a dream, just making the people who were intoxicated reluctant to wake up.

By the time everyone woke up, Bu'er had already put the sword back into the silver sheath and stuffed it back into Qing'er's hand. And her face was as usual, after playing such a brilliant swordsmanship, Bu'er didn't even breathe. She just smiled faintly, and all the Beimang Sword Sect disciples couldn't help but be in awe. He is really worthy of being the hall master of Qingluan Palace, and his strength is extraordinary.

"Sister Bu'er is playing good?" Bu'er patted Qing'er's shoulder and asked with a smile.

Qing'er still had a stunned expression, and couldn't open her mouth for a long time. Seeing this, Bu'er didn't annoy or force her, just smiled at her, and then turned to leave.

Qing'er looked at the figure that was slowly moving away, and bit her lower lip gently. The gathered people had long since dispersed, and she stood silently alone, looking thoughtfully at the sword in her hand. The cold sword, after Bu'er used it, warmed Qing'er's hand. Her lips twitched, but no one noticed, and no one heard what she was saying.

Beimanggong sits in the north and faces south, with the main palace as the center, a number of small palaces surround it, white walls and tiles, simple and elegant. There is a huge practice ground behind the main palace, and the houses in the field are scattered, all of which are white-walled and tiled. Don't look at the buildings of the Beimang Sword School are so serious and monotonous, in the east and west, they have ingeniously planted and cultivated two large flower beds. In addition, there is no lack of small bridges and flowing water between many pavilions, but the weather is cold, and the clear stream has been frozen now, leaving only the bronze beast cast on the bridge head still standing persistently.

Bu'er and Ding Mei, the head of the Beimang Sword Sect, met in the side hall of the main palace. Beimang's seal has been recovered, and returned to Ding Mei intact, this matter is her request for Bu'er's help, but she didn't expect Bu'er to do this quickly, although she is older than Bu'er, her attitude has to be humble.

"The Sword Conference is about to begin, and nothing can happen at this juncture. Bu'er admonished, in a serious tone.

looked at Ding Mei again, but he was worried, and his expression was confused. Looking at Ding Mei's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, Bu'er doubted: "It's okay to say what is the matter." ”

Sure enough, after listening to Bu'er's words, Ding Mei said: "The seal of the head of the family...... It's fake. ”

"Fake?!" Bu'er was shocked in his heart and couldn't help blurting out.

Ding Mei bowed slightly, took out the palm seal from the box, and continued: "At the beginning of the production, in order to prevent someone from counterfeiting it without permission, it was stamped with a hidden fire mark of a special material, that is to say, the real head seal will show a hidden fire mark under the burning of the fire. ”

"But......" Ding Mei paused, raised his hand and put the palm seal on the flame of the oil lamp, and after baking for a while, he frowned and said, "Although this head seal has a hidden fire mark, it is not difficult to find that this is a new addition." ”

Listening to Ding Mei's words, Bu'er's heart was churning with anger, she clenched her fists, slammed it on the table, gritted her teeth and said, "He dares to play tricks on me!"

Ding Mei saw that Bu'er was furious, and hurriedly reassured: "The master of the Bu Hall must not be angry. I thought that he would definitely come up with some tricks in the Pulau Palace, but I didn't expect him to know such a secret thing as the Hidden Fire Seal. The Master of the Step Hall didn't know the secret of the Zhangmen Seal, so he never imagined that it would be fake. ”

Bu'er said sharply: "Who else in the faction knows the secret of the Hidden Fire Seal?"

Ding Mei thought for a moment and hesitated: "The secret of the Hidden Fire Seal has always been known only to the heir of the head, and the previous head will secretly inform the successor head. I sent only one but me, but ...... It's impossible?"

Bu'er's eyes lit up, and he said quickly: "Let's hear it." ”

Ding Mei fell into reminiscence: "The successor head was supposed to be my senior sister, but not long after my senior sister was sealed, she was expelled from the faction because she violated the rules of the faction. After she left, I succeeded her, and for fifteen years, she was nowhere to be found. ”

"In other words......" Bu'er speculated as he paced, "your senior sister also knew this secret back then, but she disappeared for fifteen years. ”

"Yes!" Ding Mei affirmed, "it can't be her." Even after all this time, I still remember her. If she wanted to infiltrate the faction and steal the seal of the leader, it was really unlikely. ”

Bu'er frowned and thought deeply, since the secret of the hidden fire seal is known to a second person, whether this person disappears or dies, the counterfeiting of the palm seal must have nothing to do with that person!

"What's the woman's name?"

Ding Mei said firmly: "Ding Xiao." ”

"Suying!" Bu'er took a deep breath and suddenly shouted. "The subordinates are here. The sudden sound startled Ding Mei, she looked around, but found no trace of the person, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Only hear its voice, but don't see its people, this is the hidden guard cultivated by the master of the temple. Always by his side, but always able to hide himself well. The martial arts are strong and mysterious, and you can only know its gender by listening to its voice, but other than that, you don't know anything.

"Let me investigate Ding Xiao. Whether it is life or death, where it is now, even if there is only one grave, find out where it is. The cold voice carried a strong sense of indifference, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

"Subordinate command!" replied equally indifferently.

Ding Mei looked at Bu'er thoughtfully, although she was young, she was able to succeed as the hall master of the Qingluan Hall of the Four Great Halls of Martial Arts, and she was the only woman, so she was undoubtedly very powerful. If Ding Mei was still suspicious before, then when she saw her this time, she abandoned all distractions and dispelled all doubts in her heart.

She's a great woman. Ding Mei thought silently in her heart, and after a trance, she felt that Bu'er was stronger and stronger than she imagined.