After this experience, the peace of the teahouse was also broken, saying that it broke the tranquility, but in fact it was even more tranquil, because the tea guests found a strange scene - in the two corners of the teahouse, two very similar and extreme people sat alone on a tea table, asked for a pot of "wonderful wind", and did not say a word. The difference is that one person in white clothes is better than snow, the pride of the sky, and one person is dressed in black like ink, fading into the shadows.

For five days, the man in white did the same thing, asking for a pot of wind and then sitting in the corner, and people did not feel inappropriate, but had a sense of independence from the world, but when another person appeared, the whole hall fell into a stagnant water. When one person is unique and only finds it interesting, and two people are unique, they begin to wonder, and this is the subtlety of the human heart.

With a "pop", the storyteller finished telling the precious deeds in his mouth, and the attention of the tea guests was forcibly drawn to the storytelling, and everyone was looking forward to the next storytelling.

"The maple leaves outside are nice, I'll take a look. No one could have imagined that the storyteller would throw down the full house of tea guests and enjoy the fallen leaves by himself. Fortunately, most of the people here are regulars, and they also know his temperament, otherwise the shopkeeper will have a big head.

Although the tea guests complained, they could only accept it, and being too serious with others would eventually be more serious with themselves. After a complaint, the tea guests also went home, and only two lonely figures were left in the tea house, one black and one white.

"Another pot of good wind. The two said in unison.

This time, the shopkeeper personally poured tea for the two, and the two young guys were already frightened by this meeting, even if the two were just sitting there quietly drinking tea, it gave people an inexplicable coercion. And the shopkeeper can still refill the tea cleanly, which is the so-called ginger is still old and spicy.

"Do you remember?" the man in black said, "It was here that you stubbornly pushed away the master's hand and refused to accept the bowl of white rice porridge." ”

The man in black continued with a slight smile and a slight sadness.

"Of course I do. The man in white also took over. "I remember, once we were punished by the master and hid here, but we didn't have silver taels on our bodies, so we had to remove the broken jade from the sword spike as collateral, and then carry the master out to redeem it. ”

"And the jade pendant that I bought but never dared to wear on my body, is still hidden in the box. ”

......

The two of them just talked to me like this, old friends reminisced, and chatted until dark.

These two people are really the two disciples of the head of the Taiji Palace, the one in white is Qingchen who escaped, and the one in black is Qingmo who wants to bring Qingchen back to Taiji Palace.

This teahouse was the place where the two met for the first time, and Qingchen knew that he would definitely come, so he waited here. At that time, Yunsong Daochang traveled down the mountain, and met two lonely children and took them with him, but he didn't expect that both of them were talented in martial arts, so he accepted them as disciples. You must know that many famous disciples want to worship Yunsong as a teacher, but they can't ask for anything, but they didn't expect them to pick up a bargain.

"Come back with me. Qingmo said lightly, as if he was not shouldering a heavy responsibility this time, but just a casual greeting between old friends.

"No, I can't forgive. "Master treats them as his own and raises them as adults, if Yun Song hadn't brought him to Taiji Palace in the first place, he might have starved to death on the streets.

"The brothers and sisters all hope that you can go back to recuperate, don't go mad, and Master won't blame you. Qingmo still has a calm tone, and he has treated Qingchen as a younger brother since he was a child.

"No, you don't understand, I can't forgive myself!" Qingchen suddenly exploded with emotion, and instantly became hysterical, and now he didn't look like a disciple of Taiji Palace at all.

"Now that the revenge has been avenged, are you relaxed?" Qingmo still said in a calm tone, but it made Qingchen calm down immediately.

"Master's cultivation in martial arts has reached its peak, do you think you can hurt him?" Qingmo's fluttering words made Qingchen completely collapse and become irritable again.

"So, you're here to get me back. ”

"No, I'm here to take you back. On the orders of the Master. ”

"It won't be long before other martial arts people will find you, which Master doesn't want to see. ”

Yes, the behavior of the disciples of Taiji Palace Qingchen to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors has long been spread all over the rivers and lakes, and this situation can be said to be punished by everyone, and the master is protecting me.

Qingchen shook his head silently, "No, I can't just go back, I hurt Master, Master who brought me up since I was a child, I can't be forgiven!"

"No one blames you, only you can't forgive yourself. ”

Qingmo's tone was still as flat as ever, but the language had begun to sharpen.

"Since you still can't pass your own level, then draw your sword, let's replace the master and compete with Wan Qian Jian, how about it?"

"Even you know this?" Qingchen was stunned, this secret that had been hidden in his heart for more than ten years was told by his senior brother like this, and it was so natural.

Twenty years ago, the thief Xu Wanren relied on his exquisite swordsmanship to crisscross the rivers and lakes for more than ten years. Fortunately, Xu Wanren focused on robbing the rich and helping the poor, and the number of shots was very small, and over time, the people in the rivers and lakes turned a blind eye, and no one touched this mold.

But twenty years ago, a martial arts person chased Xu Wanren alone for more than three months, and then Xu Wanren disappeared into the rivers and lakes and disappeared. This person is the current head of Taiji Palace, Yun Song.

At that time, Yun Song, who was still a lay disciple of Taiji Palace, was accepted as a disciple by the head of the house, and after three years and forty-six years old, he became the head of Taiji Palace, which is also the youngest head of Taiji Palace in history.

Relying on this young leader, the status of the Taiji Palace Sect has risen, and in just a few years, it has become a grand name since the Thirty-Sixth Sect.

But the people in the rivers and lakes didn't know that Xu Wancheng's only son was brought back to Taiji Palace by Yun Song, taught martial arts, and was accepted as a disciple.

It's dusting. Moreover, Yun Song also slightly improved Xu Wancheng's swordsmanship back then, and passed it on to Qingchen, so as not to lose such exquisite kung fu.

There is also an unknown truth, Yun Song is actually friends with Xu Wancheng, and Qingchen is Xu Wancheng's only son!

After Xu Wanren disappeared that year, Yun Song was entrusted by him to bring his son back to Taiji Palace and named him Qingchen. But at that time, the three-year-old Qingchen had already begun to remember, and some fragmentary memories were still connected and recognized Yun Song.

Over the years, Qingchen has been fighting in his heart, and finally unconsciously raised his sword and walked into the ×× hall.

This secret has always been pressed in the bottom of my heart, and I don't dare to face it, let alone reveal it to others. So how did Qingmo know?

But it's not surprising when you think about it, although it is rumored that Qingmo is honest, and even his martial arts have never been fancy, and he uses basic Tai Chi Palace moves.

But only those who have been in contact for a long time know that Qingmo has a unique eye, and his martial arts attainments have faintly reached the realm of returning to the basics. A set of three-talent swordsmanship practiced by the disciples of Taiji Palace when they were at the beginning of the school was indeed leakless in his hands. Relying on this set of swordsmanship that everyone in the Taiji Palace can do, he has cracked the famous skills of several elders.

It seems that there is no need for any disguise in front of the eyes of the senior brother's insight, including the moves of the competition.

After thinking about this, Qingchen picked up the black sword in his hand, and the improvised scabbard under the powerful force infusion instantly split apart, leaking out the original brilliance and spirit of the sword.

And Qingmo also slowly drew his sword and put the scabbard on the table.

Since entering the school, the brothers have often competed, but they have never been able to distinguish between winners and losers. The junior brother Qingchen swordsmanship is agile and full of strange tricks; the senior brother Qingmo is calm and calm, steady and steady, and does not leak. But the two seem to be mutually reinforcing, and every time they fight, they end in a draw.

In the past, the exchange was a normal mentality, but today is different, one is an unrelieved regret, and the other wants to calm this regret.

The owner of the teahouse and his men hid behind the curtain, looking at the two people with a worried face, worried about their tables, chairs and benches, and worried about their own lives affecting business.

Only the high podium of the storyteller was as usual, and the storyteller had already looked at the scene with a light smile on his usual face, and looked at it calmly, completely unaware of the internal fight.

Taiji Palace, Tianji Hall.

"Don't worry, Qingmo, this kid has been bold and careful since he was a child, and the brothers and sisters are like brothers, so they should be able to bring Qingchen back. Yun Zhu, the head of the Taiji Palace, carefully comforted Yun Song, and motioned for Yun Song to go and rest, so he didn't have to worry too much.

Since the Qingchen incident, Yun Song arranged for his disciples to track the traces of Qingchen, but Qingchen's genius threw the people who followed him far away without a little effort.

"Now you can only trust him. Yun Song said lightly, his voice revealing a trace of vague and weak exhaustion. In the past few days, he has been worried about Qingchen's whereabouts, and even the wound on his chest has only been scribbled and bandaged.

Suddenly, Daoist Yun Song seemed to remember something, and his eyes instantly became deep.

"Old fellow, we're going to meet again...... After speaking, he walked out of the Tianji Hall with the two elders of the Taiji Palace.

Tea House Middle ......

In the teahouse, the two top disciples of the Taiji Palace were confronting each other, and no one spoke again. The closed door blocked out the sound of the wind, and only the kettle that had forgotten to turn off was still gurgling and bubbling, reminding everyone that this was a clean place.

Suddenly, the door of the teahouse was opened, accompanied by a muffled sound, and the maple leaves on the street were also swept into the turmoil.

The remnant sun is like blood, reflecting the red leaves, which is a good scenery. But at this moment, it seems that they are frozen by frost and snow, and even the flying autumn leaves seem to tremble a little.

The usual door sound, but like the horn of the battlefield, the battle between the two brothers began.

Qingchen flicked his wrist, and a chilling sword light burst out towards Qingmo. Qingmo, on the other hand, was on the defensive, and the extremely simple Sancai Sword rushed towards the place where the sword light was at its peak.

The two were dislocated, and they faced each other again, Qingmo's chest was torn, and a wound was slowly oozing blood. And Qingchen and Qingmo's eyes were fixed on a figure at the door.

Dressed in green clothes, he looked like a scholar who had fallen off the list, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand, looking a little apologetic and a little panicked. This person is the storyteller who just went out to enjoy the fallen leaves.