Early the next morning, Yan Niang came to the door of Jin Yan's room, she knocked on the door, but no one answered the door after waiting for a long time.

What was that woman doing? Didn't you give up and run around in the woods outside the village?

In all fairness, she wished she had seen her embarrassed appearance, and the more embarrassed and miserable she was, the happier she became.

But her current situation may not be able to help her toss so much, if she really loses her soul...

How could she be worthy of that person ...

Even though he might never want to see her again, yet ...

Thinking of this, Yan Niang couldn't wait any longer, and slammed open the door with a palm, making a loud "boom".

In fact, Jin Yu was just too tired and slept too dead yesterday, so she didn't hear Yan Niang's knock on the door. Until this loud noise frightened her and sat up straight from the bed.

Yan Niang entered the door and saw Jin Yu sleeping on the bed in a good manner, and the evil fire in her heart was like pouring oil up.

Yan Niang's face was black without saying a word, and her eyes were gloomy, and she couldn't wait to kill Jin Yan directly. Jin Yu was still confused, and she didn't understand the situation in front of her at all. I saw Yan Niang walk directly to her bedside, lift her quilt, pull her out very rudely, and then lift a basin of water on the shelf and pour it on her head.

"Are you awake now?"

Yan Niang sneered, looked at Jin Yan who was soaking wet, and said.

Jin Yu only felt that her head exploded with a "buzz", and the morning breeze blew in through the open door of the cave, and her soaked clothes swayed with the breeze to stir up a chill.

Jin Yu woke up, her body was very cold, but her heart seemed to have lit a cluster of flames. She subconsciously raised her hand and slashed at Yan Niang neatly and decisively, and the palm wind actually drove Yan Niang's veil and made a sound of "hunting".

She doesn't know martial arts, or she doesn't remember that she knows martial arts, but all this seems to be an instinct imprinted in the depths of her soul.

It's a pity that that little instinct is as small and powerless as a mayfly shaking a tree in front of Yan Niang.

Yan Niang looked coldly at Jin Yan's palm, and let her veil fly slightly, but she didn't even have the intention of turning sideways to avoid it.

Yan Niang made a move and greeted him head-on.

I saw the black yarn swaying lightly, but within half a move, Yan Niang twisted Jin Yan's hand tightly, so that she couldn't move a single bit, but poor Jin Yan didn't even see how she made a move.

"Do you want to hit me? Then practice your martial arts and listen to me well, otherwise, next time it will be more than just a basin of water. ”

Yan Niang put it in her ear and whispered word by word. Her voice was very gloomy, and although it was not as bitter hatred as every word yesterday, it still made people stand on end.

Jin Yu only felt that her wrist hurt terribly, as if it was about to be broken. She kept struggling, but she couldn't move at all, and the gloomy words of Yan Niang floated in her ears, only to feel that her scalp was numb, like sitting on pins and needles.

The basin of cold water woke her mind, but Yan Niang's words woke her senses.

Send people under the fence, save your life first.

Jin Yu clenched her fists and didn't struggle indiscriminately, gathering all her strength to secretly fight against Yan Niang's hand. Yan Niang sensed her confrontation, and her strength was greater, Jin Yan felt that her wrist bones were almost crushed, but she still refused to show weakness.

As the minutes passed, the two of them were in a stalemate, and the sharp pain in her wrist eroded her nerves without stopping, until she gradually became numb and just fought like a machine.

When her hand was almost unconscious, she suddenly felt her wrist loosen and her hand returned.

"I'll come back in half an hour and learn the national policy first."

Yan Niang let go of her hand, glared at her coldly, and left without such a sentence.

However, Jin Yu didn't understand why Yan Niang chose to back down.

Since then, Jin Yu has to start her day's homework with the rooster crowing every day, and she can not rest until late at night, during which she can only rest for one hour.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, Wen Taowu strategy.

A piano sheet today, a chess sheet tomorrow. A poem today, a picture tomorrow. She even had to study books such as national policies, imperial roads, and the art of war.

Yan Niang is very strict, but she is really not a good teacher. Because she had never just thrown the whole book of books that were taller than the mountain to her, and then assigned her homework, but she never explained it in the slightest.

A book represents a homework, and Yan Niang has to check her homework every few days, and she will not be punished if she does not do well, but she will be a little more strict when practicing martial arts. Yan Niang has never given her any martial arts cheats internal skills, but her martial arts are the fastest improving, because they are all achievements piled up with countless sweat and blood.

But the strange thing is that every time Jin Yu opens those precious piano scores, she feels as if all of a sudden the sleepy insects all over the world have run in front of her eyes. On the contrary, I felt that those martial arts, national policies, and the art of war were very interesting, and I gradually indulged in them and couldn't extricate myself.

Obviously, those scrolls looked very obscure, but in addition to feeling very strange and difficult at the beginning, Jin Yu was like a sapling that had finally obtained nutrients, absorbing everything quickly.

She even had the illusion that she had already mastered these things, but after a very long time, they gradually blurred, and now, she was reawakening those things that had long been buried in the depths of her memory.

She was so engrossed in the scroll in front of her that she didn't notice Yan Niang's gaze at all. Whenever Yan Niang saw her indulging in the art of war and couldn't extricate herself, her frozen and cold eyes seemed to suddenly burst into flames.

Fanaticism, unwillingness, resentment.

She just looked at her like this, but her eyes seemed to penetrate Jin Yan's figure straight through, staring at another person in the void.

However, Jin Yan's talent for military strategy cannot make up for her loopholes in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Yan Niang has always been happy to teach her a justifiable lesson. It seems that all the resentment in her heart has finally been released with the cracked blood on Jin Yan's body.

Jin Yu even felt that Yan Niang had pushed herself to the edge of hatred, she refused to let go of herself, but she couldn't leave Jin Yu for some reason, she couldn't get rid of it, so she could only vent the resentment in her heart in this way.

Jin Yu has never been able to ask the slightest past from Yan Niang's mouth, and it is impossible to untie the dead knot in her heart. I can only force myself to keep learning, hoping that one day I will be able to open those dusty memories

Yan Niang is very measured, she has never hurt her roots, but she has to suffer some flesh and skin, and the injuries on her body are always old and new. But the strange thing is that those deep scars never really left a trace on her body.

The skin that was always smooth and white without scars made her feel very weird.

What Jin Yu is looking forward to the most is the hour when she rests every day, she always plants some flowers and trees in the backyard garden alone, and slowly grows into a large peach blossom forest.

"I don't know who actually planted such a whole peach blossom forest in this deserted garden."

"I've heard that there used to be dead people buried in this pond, and every time I come near this garden, it always feels eerie."

"yes, I heard that it's still an amazing character."

"What character?"

"I don't know about this, I heard that it was hundreds of years ago, and those who knew it would have died a long time ago."

Jin Yu hid aside and heard their conversation, a little curious if there was really someone buried in the pond, and just wanted to ask, but could only watch the two walk away with their mouths half-open.

Yes, no matter how many times she tried, others turned a blind eye to her, as if she never existed. Jin Yu hesitated for a while, then turned around and walked towards the pond, but the sound of Yan Niang's piano sounded in the distance, thinking that the time had come, Jin Yu had no choice but to walk out of the forest.

Yan Niang is very good at music, and the music played by any instrument in her hand can make people unconsciously indulge in it, but the beautiful fairy music can turn into a bloody blade in the next second.

Jin Yu was reading in the room, but Yan Niang was always sitting in the courtyard playing the lyre. The wooden body has been covered with the marks of time, but Yan Niang still takes the trouble to wipe the piano over and over again.

Jin Yu remembered that when she first woke up, she had also seen this piano, the piano with six broken strings. She always felt that the sound of the piano she heard in a trance that day seemed to invisibly pull her mind and pull her out of the chaos step by step.

But later, she never heard Yanniang play that tune again.

Those broken strings were reconnected at some point, and Jin Yu couldn't help but want to reach out and touch them while Yan Niang was away, but was treated by Yan Niang, who just came back.

As soon as Yan Niang saw her movements, she flew over from a distance and pushed her away viciously. Jin Yu was thrown out of the three feet by Yan Niang's palm and fell heavily to the ground.

That was the only time Yan Niang seriously injured her.

That night, she developed a high fever, and Yanniang's piano sounded all night. But the next day, her fever subsided. Yan Niang's piano sound seems to have the effect of healing internal injuries, because every time she hears Yan Niang's piano sound, she will feel that her internal breath is smooth and gentle, and it is very comfortable.

She gradually began to believe that it was really Yanniang who saved her.

But at the same time, she became more and more sure that Yan Niang hated her, and she was unwilling to save her at all, but for some reason she was unwilling to let her die.

In Yan Niang's heart, that piano is a treasure, and she is just a fish bone that makes her like a fish in her throat but can't get rid of it.

But she stumbled upon a broken scratch on the end of the lyre. It seems that there was something originally engraved, but someone rudely crossed it out, maybe it was the name of this piano, the name of the past.

Once like a treasure, but later he did not hesitate to destroy it with his own hands. But she ruthlessly destroyed the name of this instrument, but she still couldn't ruthlessly destroy this instrument with it.

Yan Niang always sat alone in the courtyard playing the same tune, Jin Yu couldn't remember where she had heard this tune, but vaguely felt that this piece should not have been like this, it should not be full of sadness and vastness.

Although Yan Niang always played the lyre, she changed the zither every time she competed with Jin Wei, the zither was cold, the strings were glowing with a cold light, and the body was faintly bloody.

"Yan Niang, why are your musical instruments all pianos and zithers, it hurts people invisibly and is so wonderful. Mine is something that looks like an axe and a double knife, and although I use it very easily, I always feel bulky and weird, so why don't you teach me music and rhythm kung fu too. ”

Yan Niang was furious when she heard this, slapped Jin Yu fiercely, and almost gritted her teeth and said.

"This pair of mandarin ducks is your only weapon, and I don't want to hear anything like that again."

Jin Yu was blinded by her slap, covering her cheeks and stunned in place, her eyes seemed to have tears flashing, she clenched her fists tightly, and finally just looked at the mandarin duck in her hand thoughtfully.

She remembered that when Yan Niang handed over the pair of Yues to her, she only said that this was a pair of Mandarin Duck Yue, and this was a weapon that belonged to her.

But other than that, Yan Niang never said a word about her past or about this pair of Yue. Even Yue's name, Yan Niang refused to tell her.

When Jin Yu got this pair, she felt very cordial and familiar, as if an old friend was reunited. But when she asked Yan Niang if she had a name, Yan Niang just glanced at her coldly, her eyes were full of hatred, unwillingness, sadness, melancholy, and reminiscence.

Jin Yu never dared to ask Yan Niang this question again, because she had already understood that if Yan Niang was unwilling to answer her question, she would never be able to get an answer from her.

But the ancients said that every artifact has a soul, and when the owner of the artifact takes its name, it is equivalent to concluding a covenant that will never contradict each other.

But she had forgotten its name, so did that mean she had broken her promise?

She pressed her cheek lightly against Yue's cold body, and a tear slid down her cheek, slowly seeping into the cold blade. She seemed to feel the sudden warmth of Yue, as if responding to her call.

However, when she wanted to confirm it carefully, it turned into a cold weapon, as if the temperature of that moment was just her illusion.

Its soul still hasn't woken up.

Before you know it, two years have passed.

At the beginning, Jin Yan couldn't get close to Yan Niang at all, Yan Niang only plucked the strings lightly, and Jin Yan's body cracked one after another.

Two years later, when Jin Yu competed with Yan Niang again, she was already able to break through three steps in front of her, but it only stopped there. The low sound of the piano seemed to weave a fine and dense net in front of her, and every time Jin Yu tried her best to open a gap, she found that another brand new net was already waiting.

"Yan Niang, with my current martial arts, can I be regarded as outstanding in this river and lake?"

Jin Yu happened to hear those black-clothed people who came to Zhuangzi to find Yanniang vaguely mention the word Jianghu, and she was naturally very curious. However, the servants in Zhuangzi are all ordinary people, and how do they know what rivers and lakes are. But every time Yan Niang meets those men in black, she is very hidden, and all she can hear is a few words.

"Hmph, it's not as good as it was back then."

Yan Niang snorted coldly, and didn't even bother to raise her eyelids to look at her.

"Back then? What year? ”

"Nothing. I'm going out tomorrow, stay in the village, and I'll check your homework when I come back. ”

Over the years, in addition to Jin Yu and Yan Niang, there have been many more people in the building. Most of them are servants and miscellaneous servants, with the occasional strange man in black. There are always new faces appearing, and the appearance of a new face means that another old face is gone. Every once in a while, Yan Niang would leave for a few days, and when she returned, the blood on the zite would be a little darker.

This time Yan Niang went out, but it was not as lonely and difficult as before. Jin Yu had been thinking about the words of those servants, and Yan Niang just gave her a chance to find out when she went out.

Jin Yu specially picked a sunny and warm day and quietly came to the pond in the backyard. She carefully estimated the depth of the pond before tightening her sleeves and jumping down.

The sun was shining outside, but the water in the pond was bitterly cold. Jin Yu swam in the pond for a long time, and finally saw from a distance that there seemed to be a grotto in the depths of the pond. Jin Yu surfaced and changed her breath, then dived down again, and swam directly towards the grotto, but there was a sealed stone door blocking her way. There was a strangely shaped gap in the middle of the stone door, and she fumbled for a long time without any clue, so she had to surface. After that, Jin Yu sneaked into the pond at every opportunity, but she never opened the stone door.