Sunrise and sunset, clouds roll up.

One is the orphan of the sword immortal who has made enemies on all sides, the other is the prince of Dahuan who is in danger of returning to the country, and the two children who should never have any intersection in their lives met on Fulong Qishan by accident.

Two lonely hearts, one cold and one hot, accompany each other and comfort each other.

Yan Longyu and Dugu Haodang grew from children to young men in the mountains and rivers.

On the top of Qishan, the dragon rain is mighty, and the weather is extraordinary.

In July of the first year of Chunfeng, Empress Yao, who was frail since childhood, died of illness after giving birth to a son for Emperor Chunfeng, and the beautiful woman died of incense and jade, and she was only eight months on the queen's throne. Emperor Chunfeng was very compassionate, and named his son "Tianbao" and became the prince.

In the second year of Chunfeng, a son of heaven and a courtier, Emperor Chunfeng removed all the old ministers left in the previous emperor's court. Fengyuan Qinzhou Thorn Shi Zhu Yuanpu is the prime minister, Lingshangshu Province; Feng Yuan Chuzhou Sima Cao Qinfeng as the Ministry of Rites; appointed two ministers from the dragon, Wang Yanxiu as the secretary of the military department, and Fan Liangchun as the chief sacrificial wine of the country; The old lady Wang Su, who had lived in seclusion in the township for many years, was reactivated as the Zhongshu Order, and he was in charge of the Ministry of Officials......

In the fourth year of Chunfeng, the eight meritorious military generals of the dynasty headed by Hong Yingang, the son of Luan Lingyu, the old national pillar, were the eight generals of the Zhenguo, sitting on the border of the four sides of the dynasty, and in charge of the eight armies of the dynasty.

The whole country, both civil and military, has a new look and is well organized.

The story of the teenager began fifteen years later in the summer.

——Chunfeng fifteenth year of June New Day, summer, Qishan, under the cloud peak.

There is a white-clothed pair of handsome young men holding two handsome young men in their hands, leisurely stepping on the mountain path, and slowly walking up to Qishan Guanyun Peak.

Yan Longyu and Dugu Haodang are already nineteen years old without a crown.

Yan Longyu, the son of the Sword Fairy, was dressed in plain white clothes, and he had already lost the baby fat when he was a child, and his face was handsome and elegant, and when he didn't speak, he seemed to be the merry and talented man who came out of the book, and he was full of bookishness.

It's just that as soon as the young man opened his mouth, the landslide cracked and wiped out all the girls' conjectures about talented and beautiful women, Yan Longyu said: "Grandpa in white, when did you teach me and Dugu's true skills!" In the past fifteen years, you have asked me to go to Guanyun Peak to sleep, and let Dugu go to the Heart Spring to take a bath, and the two of us are not allowed to come instead. ”

"It's been fifteen years, we're about to go out of the mountain, Dugu has Grandpa He teach him swordsmanship, and I'm still powerless now, your old man is really relieved that I, a poor handsome young man, are alone in the red dust......"

It's only been fifteen years, but he seems to have experienced fifty years of time in white, and now he is full of silver hair, aging and rickety. Bai Yi smiled gently, looked up at the Guanyun Peak, which seemed to be close at hand, but was far away in the sky when he walked, and replied: "When the wind rises, the calmer the water surface is, the deeper it is inside. What I teach you is bottomless, the great atmosphere! ”

Dugu Haodang is wearing a gorgeous black shirt with large sleeves, holding a three-foot long sword, sword eyes and starry eyebrows, eyes are black and deep like a deep valley, his face is like a knife, the edges and corners are cold like frost, and his body exudes the unique mysterious temperament of the Northwest royal family, which is a kind of youthful beauty that is completely different from Yan Longyu. Hearing Yan Longyu's chatter, Dugu Hao, who has never taken the initiative to talk to people, asked the white-clothed old man for the first time at this moment: "Senior, you are an immortal, and the fortune divination must be out of the question!" ”

Bai Yi smiled and asked, "Your Royal Highness Dugu, what do you want to count?" ”

Dugu Hao glanced at Yan Longyu, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly imperceptibly, "I want to know, with his mouth, how many girls can be deceived after going down the mountain." ”

"Dugu Hao, what do you mean?"

"It's boring, it's not interesting than you."

"Stuffy gourd, you make it clear!"

"I can't tell."

…………

Over the years, Dugu, who cherishes words like gold in front of ordinary people, has always had endless "nonsense" with Yan Longyu.

The white-clothed celestial who was sandwiched between the two listened to the two teenagers bickering and frowned slightly. Maybe he felt that the two of them were a little noisy, but the next moment, the figure of the white-clothed celestial was divided into two, and one person became two!

One held Yan Longyu with his left hand, and the other led Dugu Hao with his right hand, walking in two completely different directions, and disappeared on the hilltop path in an instant.

It seems incredible to ordinary people, but the two teenagers who have experienced it have long been strange.

In the past fifteen years, every time they go up the mountain, the two teenagers must always hold the hand of the white clothes and cannot let go, and if they let go, they have to walk this road again to reach the peak and spring.

On the peak of watching the clouds, watching the sea of clouds rise, raising the spirit of Haoran.

In the spring of washing the heart, the heart is purified and the body is clean.

But such a mysterious practice, in Yan Longyu's mouth, has become sleeping cross-legged, stripping and taking a bath, really taking a golden rice bowl to cry along the street, who knows that if you don't bite your teeth, you can't wait to give him a few kicks.

——In the evening of the next day, the cicadas in the mountains shook the sky.

On the dirt road that winds from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, three people are dressed in twilight and descend the mountain.

Among the three, in addition to the young Yan Longyu and Dugu Haodang, there is another thin middle-aged man with green shirts and hair, gray temples, and a slightly hunchback.

Yan Longyu crawled naked on the middle-aged man's back, covered with scars from tree branches, and moaned incessantly.

The middle-aged man was none other than Hua Fengju, a middle-aged man carrying his nephew who had just been pulled up from the ravine on his back, and his face was covered with his trademark gloom and disdain.

The black-clothed Dugu with sword eyes and star-eyebrows followed behind the two without much expression, and Yan Longyu's bloody tattered clothes were pinned to his waist.

Yan Longyu groaned, "Uncle Feng, it hurts your good nephew to death." ”

Hua Fengju, who was holding her hairpin, scolded helplessly: "Don't die of your kid, no matter how much disaster you do, I will feed it with a handful of and urine." ”

Yan Longyu, who was rarely cared for by Hua Fengju, smiled, reached out and touched the wound on his face, "What do you say that the white-clothed celestial man asked me to go to that Guanyun Peak every month and didn't teach me martial arts, what kind of Guanyun Guantian." Every time I sat at Guanyun Peak, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was asked to go back. Isn't this a lie to a child? yes, Dugu. ”

Dugu Haoran was noncommittal, and mumbled in response.

Yan Longyu seemed to react to something, "No, Uncle Feng, what does it mean to feed a handful of and a handful of urine?" ”

Hua Fengju shook his head and slapped Yan Longyu's ass on his back with a smile, and the latter screamed endlessly, "You kid don't know the blessing in the blessing." Since you are a celestial person, you have your own arrangement, besides, didn't I teach you the mastery of Tonghuang Island in the South China Sea, "Moving Flower Steps"? ”

Yan Longyu rubbed his buttocks and said disdainfully: "What kind of flower move, isn't it just light work?" Uncle Feng, what I want to learn is the martial arts cheats that can become a great sword immortal across the rivers and lakes! Just like my dad. You were so powerful back then, didn't you even find this martial arts cheat? ”

Hua Fengju laughed, "There are a few books, but they are not suitable for you to practice, I am afraid that you will be abolished." Besides, no matter how powerful the cheats are, they are written by mortals, as the so-called 'people are not sages', those cheats can be broken if someone writes them, what does it mean to follow the rules of others? What I have refined, but the method of killing when you use a sword, what kind of bullshit master do you want to expect a cheat book to be? I think you kid is a martial arts book under the mountain, I've seen too much! ”

Dugu behind the two responded: "What Uncle Feng said is reasonable. ”

Yan Longyu nodded with taste, then turned his head and pouted to look at Dugu Haodang behind him, "So Uncle Feng is holding the sword to kill the valve, then Dugu, what kind of sword did Grandpa He teach you?" ”

Dugu Haoran raised his head and looked at Yan Longyu, and spit out three words, "Gentleman's Sword!" ”

"Oh."

Yan Longyu, who refused to stop for a moment, leaned his head on Hua Feng's shoulder again, and said casually: "Alas! When will I become a great sword immortal like my father! ”

Hua Feng raised her head to look at the young man's head on her shoulder, then looked up at the sky, and said nothing more.

The middle-aged man just pondered in his heart: I don't know if I can wait for the day when you Yan Longyu walks the rivers and lakes with a sword in my life.

The moon stars are scarce.

A tall old Confucian in an ink shirt and white hair sat on the bamboo bridge outside the bamboo house, holding a book and enjoying the coolness.

The moonlight shone on the scroll in the old man's hand, illuminating his weather-beaten and serious face.

Under the old locust tree by the bridge, there is a lazy old yellow dog.

When the old man heard the sound, he looked up and saw the three people coming down the mountain, he stood up, and said hoarsely: "Yan Longyu, what's wrong if you haven't seen you for two days?" What's going on with the bruises? ”

Before Hua Fengju could speak, Yan Longyu on his back preemptively said: "Mr. Qin, it's ridiculous that I fell into the ditch when I went down the mountain......

The old Confucian didn't smile, but looked at the young man on Hua Feng's back with a serious face, and instructed, "Go back and recuperate quickly!" Come to me early tomorrow, I have something to say to you. The old man turned to Dugu Hao again, "Your Highness, go back to the house with the old minister!" ”

Dugu Haolang put the bloody clothes in Yan Longyu's hand and snorted coldly: "It's not funny at all." ”

After speaking, the old Confucian Qin Ruoyang nodded towards Hua Fengju, and slowly walked back to the bamboo house with the hand of the black-clothed young man who did not hold the sword.

The old yellow dog was still lying under the old locust tree, wagging its tail lazily at a few people.

……

Hua Fengju built two more bamboo houses on the vacant land next to the original fence bamboo house, one main and one side.

There were originally three beds in the main house, one each for Yan Longyu, Yan Gui, and Hua Fengju, and one was empty after Yan Gui went down the mountain two years ago. On the wall of the main hall hung obliquely the blue long sword of Hua Fengju, but after the Rolling Dragon River was recovered by Hua Fengju in the first battle, it has been hanging on the wall and has never been unsheathed.

Yan Longyu, who had changed into clean clothes after applying medicine, lay on the bed with his hair draped. Through the crack in the door, the young man could see the back of Hua Fengju sitting on the threshold outside the house.

Hua Fengju, who was in a green shirt and had a hairpin hanging low, sat on the threshold with his back to the young man, and lived in Qishan for fifteen years.

Yan Longyu looked at Uncle Feng's back and was a little distracted: Is this still the Xishu Fengjue who was the one who would die when he came out with a sword?

After a long time, Yan Longyu said: "Uncle Feng, tell me the story of the rivers and lakes!" I don't want to hear about the Eternal Sword Emperor or the Flower Shifting Immortal tonight, I just want to hear your story. ”

The middle-aged man lit a green lantern in front of him, held Yan Longyu's shirt torn by tree branches, and took out an embroidery needle from his hair, ready to mend the child's clothes. He was stunned when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Me! There is no story, for more than 40 years, just a breath of life. ”

Yan Longyu looked at Hua Fengju who was facing the outside of the house, and was inexplicably a little sad, "I don't care, Uncle Feng will always be a powerful figure in the sky." The top ten sects and top ten masters on the rivers and lakes are not as powerful as my Uncle Feng's sword! ”

"Uncle Feng, I'm sleepy, don't talk about sleeping, you should go to bed early. Don't drink alone! Yan Longyu buried his face in the pillow and stopped talking.

Hua Fengju turned to look at the young man in the crack of the door, smiled and shook his head, and couldn't help but feel a little red in the corners of his eyes.

He had to admit that the child had grown up, and he was so old.

He became famous in his teens, and he became a martial arts genius in his twenties, and now he has lived in the mountains for fifteen years, and he can't even pinch an embroidery needle in his right hand, what are you doing with Huafengju?

Hua Feng raised her head, let the moonlight fall into her eyes, and said to herself: "I'm not for anything else, just for the name that my sister and your mother gave me, this sword." Boy, knowing you're not asleep yet, aren't you going to listen to my story? Well, I'll tell you today. ”

"Your mother's name is Yin Yuan, which is the surname of the former dynasty, a descendant of the Yin family, and the small county lord of Yanbei who was clothed in fine clothes and jade food back then. She is very beautiful, unlike other women who stay in the boudoir all day long and do not leave the house, and live very freely. ”

"When your mother was eleven years old, she returned from a war on the border with her father, your grandfather, and picked up two hungry and dying children in the ruins on the way back. The little princess had a good heart, and she knelt on the ground and begged her father to save the two children. ”

The two children survived under the bitter pleading of the little county lord, and she personally taught the two children to read and learn to read, and gave them new names, a flower, a leaf, a phoenix and a lin. The little lord kept them at home as if they were his own brothers. She is not close to her own brother and sister, but she only loves to take care of these two younger brothers she picked up, and she has suffered a lot of grievances in order to keep these two younger brothers. ”

Later, one of the younger brothers said that he wanted to learn swords, and she took the child's hand again, said to leave, and went to Qijian Tower. It was snowing heavily, and the county lord of Yanbei took the child he picked up and squatted in front of Qi Jianlou all night, before the old owner of Qi Jianlou accepted the child and became an anonymous disciple. ”

"The days passed like this, until the county lord's sister fell in love with Yan Linxiao, who came to Qi Jianlou to ask for the sword, she chased to Xishu despite the opposition of the old Yan Wang, and finally married the man who was more than ten years older than her."

"My sister didn't have a dowry when she got married, so we made her dowry."

"Yihua and Yiye followed my sister to Xishu."

"Flowers like swords, learn swords only to kill, kill the ungrateful people in the world;

Ye likes books, and he reads only to save people and save the foolish people in the world.

Her two younger brothers gradually became famous in the rivers and lakes, and became the phoenix and the phoenix of Xishu, and that flower is my flower phoenix. ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man who was already frosty white with sideburns couldn't help but sigh.

"She treated me as her own brother, took me to the threshold of martial arts, and gave me the opportunity to make a name for myself. Such a great kindness, I should repay it for a lifetime, and I will never be able to repay it in my lifetime. ”

"Some people say that I am a martial arts genius, and I can become a grandmaster in my twenties, but no one knows, that is how many people I killed who wanted to harm my sister, all the way from Yanbei to Xishu, you killed me alive......"

In the crack of the door without lights, the young man who had not fallen asleep had already wet his pillow with tears.

Listening to the chatter of the middle-aged man on the threshold, Yan Longyu interrupted him with a little crying, "So Uncle Feng, you gave up your arm for me, gave up the great prospect of fame, and committed yourself to this mountain for fifteen years?" ”

"Uncle Feng, are you stupid!"

Hua Fengju put down the sewn clothes, rubbed his eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't be sentimental, I'm for my sister, you kid is old!" ”

The young man immediately burst into tears and laughed, and the middle-aged man also laughed, and the two of them were just laughing in the lonely moon and under the glow of the green light, not knowing why they were laughing, but they just wanted to laugh, and they couldn't stop laughing.

After a long time, Yan Longyu suddenly asked, "By the way, Uncle Feng, who is that Ye you are talking about?" ”

Hua Fengju said with some disdain: "A selfish hypocrite!" You may see him later. Hehe, although that person is selfish, he is still affectionate and will always look for you. I don't want to talk about him, you can ask for yourself in the future! ”

Yan Longyu asked again, "Then what is his name?" ”

Hua Fengju said slowly: "Ye Fulin." ”

Yan Longyu sighed, and finally disappeared.

The sound of cicadas in the mountains has subsided at some point, and the yellow dog is still lazily lying under the locust tree, pricking up its ears and listening quietly.