When leaving the Jianbai study, Xiao Qingyan took down a scroll of books from the bookshelf outside, and the bamboo skewer at the end of the book was written with the word "Zhou Yi".

She took off the bamboo slip and took out a small wooden box from the innermost part of the book, and a neatly folded cloth was placed in the wooden box.

Xiao Qingyan took out the cloth and put it in his arms, put the wooden box and bamboo slips back again, and finally bowed his hands to the inner room.

When she turned to leave, she turned back again, waved at the man in black who was leaning against the door, and smiled: "Goodbye!" ”

The man in black stood with his arms crossed, indifferent.

In the past ten years, he had to "steal" Xiao Qingyan out of the Xiao family's library every day, and then "return" the person back, unconsciously, from the age of five to the age of fifteen, the child carved in pink and jade has also become a young man.

This time, there is no need for him to send it again...... It's not needed anymore.

The young man left, and the man in black stretched out his hand, following the example of the young man, and waved his hand awkwardly, with an inexplicable expression.

What does this mean? He doesn't understand. Maybe it's the meaning of goodbye.

"I hope he can always keep this pure heart."

Mr. Kai's voice suddenly sounded behind him, and the hand raised by the man in black suddenly froze and was silently put down.

The two stood side by side in the doorway, looking at the direction the boy had left for a long time.

"Jian, you met me when you were a teenager, and you insisted on following me, saying that you want to seek the avenue, but you don't know what kind of avenue you want to pursue, and I have not been able to give you an answer.

"Nope." The man in black finally spoke, his voice hoarse, as if his throat had been injured, "I'm just a sword, he has his own sword, he doesn't need me, but you need it, protect you, it's to help him." ”

Mr. Kai immediately blackened his face and said unhappily: "I have nothing to do with him, what you say is so unreasonable!" ”

The man in black said with a blank expression: "You said that you don't want to be affected by him, but in fact, you don't want to be affected by him." ”

"Nonsense!" Mr. Kai raised his eyebrows and glared at him, "Haven't you always pretended to be deaf and dumb?" Why so many mouths and tongues this time? ”

"......" The man in black was silent.

Mr. Kai shook his sleeves and turned to leave.

"I've thought about it," said the man in black suddenly, "I've figured out my name." ”

Mr. Kai was surprised, and looked back at the man in black, when the two met, the man in black was just seventeen years old, he asked the name of the man in black, but the man in black said that he was just an ordinary iron sword, nameless, but he hoped that one day he could choose a name for himself.

The man in black said: "From now on, my name is 'Chixiao'." ”

Mr. Kai's pupils shrank, and he looked at him in surprise.

Chixiao, the sword of the emperor.

……

After Xiao Qingyan bathed, he changed into a soft plain robe, and opened a scroll of maps with wet development, and the mountains, rivers, prefectures, counties, and cities of the Great Jin Dynasty were all in it, and they could be seen at a glance.

Suddenly, there was a soft tapping sound outside the window.

Xiao Qingyan's expression was grim, close to the window, and at this time, a hoarse voice came from outside the window.

"Sir, let me pass the word."

Xiao Qingyan's eyebrows stretched and he opened the window.

The man in black stood under the window and said, "Mr. Kai asked, can the relationship between teachers and students for ten years be exchanged for a promise to you?" ”

Although Xiao Qingyan was puzzled, he still replied with a straight face: "Naturally." ”

"He wants you to give the Great Jin Dynasty a chance."

Xiao Qingyan understood Mr. Kai's intentions and smiled bitterly: "Mr. can't help but think too highly of me." ”

Yang Dynasty, why do you need her to give her a chance?

But the man in black looked at her fixedly, expressionless.

Xiao Qingyan smiled, Mr. Kai's promise was too big, and a gentleman made a promise, that is, he would die without regrets, so she was silent for a long time.

The moon falls in the bamboo forest, and the cicadas chirp.

Xiao Qingyan finally raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I promise!" Please tell Mr. Kai that if the country is turbulent, Xiao Qingyan will choose a good lord first, do my best, protect the people, and secure Sheji, unless you fail me, I will never fail you. ”

Under the night window, the dim lights are dim, the moon is bright, and the two of them high-five as an oath, and the gentleman is a promise.

Late at night, Xiao Qingyan lay on the couch and took out the cloth and silk brought back from the wooden box in the study.

There are two lines of words written on a cloth the size of a silk handkerchief, and the lines are chic and elegant.

The autumn cold is coming, and the wild goose crosses south.

She looked at the eight ink characters on it for a long time, and sighed gloomily.

It seems that the Northland is really not suitable for a long stay, even he thinks so.

Xiao Qingyan took out a wooden box from the dark compartment next to the bed, folded the silk book and put it in, and there was already a thick pile of the same silk book.

This night, half-asleep and half-awake, she dreamed of a past event in a trance.

It was one evening three years ago, Mr. Kai took her to Meishan in the eastern suburbs, where she taught her to play the qin.

Unfortunately, she happened to have her first menarche that day, and the long-lost "blood flowed like a river" stained the hem of her clothes, and even more unfortunately, an uninvited guest came to the mountain.

Xiao Qingyan didn't dare to be discovered, so he hurriedly hid behind the grass.

Later, she saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, walking alone in the cold winter snow with his hair covered in ink, wearing only a thin undershirt, with injuries all over his body, and pieces of blood seeping out from the snow-white silk shirt, which was shocking.

But as if he didn't feel pain, the boy carried a sword and stepped on the snow up the mountain in despair.

That picture was tragic and desperate, but it also had a very impactful beauty, thrilling, deeply engraved in Xiao Qingyan's heart.

That boy was very good-looking.

But such a picturesque boy came to the mountain to kill himself with a sword.

Xiao Qingyan felt that it was a pity, so she shot the young man's long sword with the crossbow arrow in her sleeve.

"Isn't it good to be alive? You are born so beautifully, why do you want to die? Xiao Qingyan, who was hiding behind the grass, shouted.

The young man's mouth was numb, and his desperate eyes were blank for a moment, and he finally came back to his senses.

"Who?"

Xiao Qingyan felt that this young man was not only good-looking, but also had a good voice, like the sound of jade breaking and ice cracking, clean and clear.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you shouldn't seek death, you are so young, you are so good-looking, how many people envy you, why die?"

The young man smiled sadly: "What can you do if you are alive?" The hearts of people in this world are disgustingly filthy! In the end, we will all die, and if we die sooner, won't we be liberated as soon as possible? ”

Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of the boy's eyes.

Xiao Qingyan was stunned: "You are so good-looking!" ”

The young man's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, perhaps because he felt that he was playing the harp to the cow, and a cow who was so superficial that he only paid attention to the skin could not understand his grief and despair.

Xiao Qingyan really doesn't understand, if those elders are pessimistic and misanthropic, they can still understand, but he is obviously just a young man, and he is most passionate and not afraid of the sky, but why does this young man look like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes?

Xiao Qingyan couldn't see a little light in his eyes.