Pei Ye looked at the young man's figure and was quiet for a moment, and gently stretched out his fingers to poke out.

The moment he touched it, his mind fell into this figure for a moment.

On the first sunny day since the beginning of autumn in Dahu Mountain, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was so bright that you could see the eagle for 800 meters clearly.

In the cliff mountain, the flowers have withered and cleaned early, only the dry stems remain, but the grass is still colored, and the high forests are also deep and green, even in such a cold place, the winter that makes all the fading is far from coming.

Yang Yan wore a thin shirt, at such an age, he always had no feeling for "cold", and the high sun even made him feel a little sunburned, and after coming out of the knife field, he sweated lightly, and his skin was still glowing red, so he ran to the mountain with a knife in the wind.

Stepping on the grass and jumping stones all the way, like a nimble black panther, the young man didn't look at any right road at all, and flew up to a well-located courtyard in the cliff on the straight line, the old pine rooted in the cliff wall covered the quiet courtyard wall, Yang Yan gasped and walked quickly into the shadow, and pushed open the courtyard door.

"Senior brother!"

The young man walked through the courtyard in three or five steps, pushed open the door with a "bang", turned two steps, and a young and upright back appeared in front of him. Sitting at the table, he had just closed a blue-sealed booklet and pushed it aside, and put the pen on the shelf with the other hand.

"It's it again, what are you writing every day?" Yang Yan smiled and reached for the book.

"Huh!" Immediately held away by a small arm, the young man turned his face, "Get down to business, don't move." ”

Pei Ye saw this face for the second time, so close at a distance, with such a clear light, and his expression had not yet turned into cold and hard iron.

Pei Ye remembered it carefully - thin lips and straight nose, the face was more soft than angular, and the eyebrows and corners of the eyes were raised obliquely, it was a clean and flying face, and the eyebrows were smart and sharp.

Yang Yan didn't care, he forgot in a blink of an eye, he had already held Meng Li's wrist when he withdrew his hand, and said excitedly: "Come out and practice with me!" ”

"You're a little annoying." The young man smiled helplessly.

"Come out!!"

Yang Yan pulled Meng Li to the courtyard, and the horizontal knife took five steps back: "You sword at me." ”

As soon as Meng Li raised his hand, the long sword on the shelf in the courtyard flew out of the sheath and flew into the palm of his hand, and he casually held a brisk sword flower, and the sword momentum had already risen from the empty place - the surprise of his temperament caught Pei Ye off guard.

"Wait, wait!" Yang Yan hurriedly stopped, "I'll get ready first." ”

Meng Li pressed down the hilt of his sword and nodded.

The afternoon sun was quietly falling, and the boy stood quietly, his breathing gradually merging with the rhythm of his body's muscles and bones, and then slowly calming down.

His hair fell down, and the young man was as quiet as an old pine, and only then did he gently grasp the handle of the knife and raise his eyebrows at the young man in front of him.

A sword that is neither strong nor weak suddenly shot, the air flow in the court is divided, Yang Yan gently twists his waist horizontally, and a mysterious arc is outlined, and the whole person is knocked out of the courtyard gate by a sword, and the long knife falls on the stone slab, and it rings for a long time.

“.” Meng Li threw his sword back into the sheath and looked at the courtyard a little speechlessly.

After a few breaths, Yang Yan walked in again with his arms in his arms: "You are too strong. ”

Meng Li didn't bother to pay attention to him: "I thought you really learned." ”

Yang Yan was a little unconvinced: "I used it in the knife field." ”

Meng Li picked up the knife, but he didn't rush to return it to the young man, lowered his head, and gently wiped the blade with his fingers.

Yang Yan walked over: "Give me back." ”

"You work harder and learn the second part earlier." The man said softly.

"Got it."

Meng Li nodded, raised his head and looked as usual, handed him the knife and turned around and walked towards the house: "Then I'll go and get busy first-"

The body leaned forward suddenly, the left foot seemed to be pulled by an invisible line, the whole person fell forward, the right foot was quickly adjusted, but it was mixed with another line, and the left foot was pushed forward again, and the next moment the true qi was infused, and a few chaotic threads broke at first glance, Meng Li stumbled a few steps, so as to avoid the end of falling and gnawing mud.

Behind him, Yang Yan couldn't hold back for a long time, holding the knife and smiling like a live shrimp.

Meng Li glared and turned his head: "What?!" ”

The young man's face was full of pride: "I found this myself." ”

"You're getting bolder, and you're secretly going over there yourself?"

"Hmph." Yang Yan smiled, "Let you always tease me with new things." ”

"What is this?" Meng Li stepped forward with interest.

"It's called 'Pulling the Knife'." Yang Yan retracted the messy silk and proudly showed it to his senior brother, "If you put it on your weapon for a while, when you fight with another weapon, it will climb on its own, and then quickly spread to your body." ”

Meng Li took this cold little lump and looked at it curiously.

"I've tried it, it's injected with true qi and it turns into light mist-like qi, and as soon as the true qi is cut off, it condenses back into chaos." Yang Yan said, "So it's still triggered by true qi, formless and insensible. It's just a matter of breaking it as soon as it is earned. ”

"That's another little thing to play tricks on." Meng Li pinched his fingers and lifted them in the air to watch.

Yang Yan poked him lightly on the side.

"What?"

"That." Yang Yan whispered in his ear, "Do you want to, take this and give it to Master." ”

“.” Meng Li looked back at him, and the young man's shy face had two bright eyes that were eager to try.

"Why do you want to do such a thing all the time?"

Yang Yan's eyes widened: "I think?" Erecting cold water, tearing down steps, drawing turtles, shaving beards, thorns in puzhong, and laxatives, is that what I think? ”

“.” Meng Li was speechless, "This time is different from the past. It's not interesting to play tricks on the master, I'm on the same level as him."

That was said, but there was a noticeable hesitation on the young man's face.

"So what." Yang Yan shouted, and then he was silent for a moment, his voice was quieter, only a little clear in the cliff wind, "I see, you guys are always arguing these days, it seems to be quite fierce." ”

Meng Li was also quiet for a while, and took a light breath: "It's not because we quarreled."

Yang Yan looked at him.

"Okay." Meng Li didn't know what he thought of, and smiled, "I'll tease him." ”

So Yang Yan also laughed: "That's it, it's so stiff. You'll be twenty in a few days, and you'll really make him anxious, and I won't give you a word when the time comes. ”

Meng Li haha.

"But as soon as this is exposed, our other treasures will have to be careful, and they will definitely be investigated." Yang Yan said seriously, "You have to hide." ”

"Right." Meng Li came back to his senses, "Where is it hiding?" ”

"The peach tree we planted didn't die last year, so I hugged Nabu and buried it underneath."

Meng Li rolled his eyes: "The old man knows your places as soon as he closes his eyes, and he makes a smell of earthiness." ”

"Then put it in the eaves of your back room."

Meng Li smiled: "The brain is so dead." ”

Yang Yan was not unconvinced, and looked at him habitually: "Then what do you say?" ”

"If I want to hide something, I have to have my own style."

"For example?"

"For example." Meng Li thought for a while, "In the quiet hall where the master worships the Buddha, the Buddha statue is raised, digs out an asshole, and stuffs it in." ”

“.”

“.”

"What do you see, you just say it's okay?"

"Yes, yes." Yang Yan swallowed and foamed, remembering his ideas such as futon burying thorns and laxatives, and said with some hesitation, "That's it, senior brother, why do you keep thinking of that strange place of pickling." ”

“.”

Meng Li frowned at him quietly: "Coincidence, isn't it?" ”

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Yang Yan's life is really simple, every day is from the mountain to the mountain, in addition to practicing knives and reading, it is to go out of the lake and into the forest.

The Hushan Sword Sect seems to be quite different from the usual sects, and there is a fairly clear boundary between the three masters and apprentices representing the lineage and the outer line, and this boundary can also be seen with the naked eye - above the central main mountain, there are no other sect members except for the three of them.

Yang Yan really doesn't have much friendship with other people, these days the senior brother is often nowhere to be seen, and the master can always see one or two times a day on weekdays, but now he hasn't come down for three days.

Yang Yan knew that Master's health was getting worse day by day, but it was okay not to see each other for the time being, and he also had his own plan - Master told them last year that he had a very cherished white eagle when he was young, but unfortunately he was lost in a hunt and has not seen him since.

Yang Yan and his senior brother bought a snow-white young eagle in the hands of the carver at the foot of the mountain earlier this year, and now it has strong wings and flies high, Yang Yan's task these days is it, waiting to be tamed immediately and then given to the master on his birthday.

However, although the young man was not too worried in his heart, he was still a little troubled by the events of the previous day, and from time to time he frowned and looked at the residence of the master and his brother, and the worry about the relationship between the two was written on his face.

Especially after chatting with my senior brother that day, but never got a reply, Yang Yan couldn't help but look at the towering mountain top in a daze after releasing the snow sculpture that day.

Yang Yan was more and more proud to feel that the terrain of his sect was peculiar after he had come out of the valley, and the back of the mountain outside the valley was naturally ten thousand high cliffs, and no one could climb up, but the front actually couldn't climb to the top.

In fact, the highest is only to the middle and upper part, and beyond it is a high cliff as a standing stone, covered with severe ice all year round.

There is no place to climb, and no one wants to climb up, not to mention that the main hall of Hushan Jianmen is cast under this high cliff, blocking the only way up, and the head of the sect lives here all year round.

This is also the reason why the master and apprentice do not see each other very often, the two young people like the mountain more and more as they grow up, while the master often does not leave the main hall for a single step.

Yang Yan was wandering out of the world, and suddenly a shout came from his ears: "Yang Yan! What are you doing sitting here? ”

He turned around, it was Senior Sister Huayu under Uncle Zhao's door, and she was walking back with a rabbit. This is the one closest to their lineage, Yang Yan smiled and pointed to the sky: "Release, senior sister." ”

What is the use of this carving, you have five lives, climb to the top of the tree, and you can catch up with which one you see."

Yang Yan kept the gift a secret, and pondered the reason: "Uh, carving. Fly high, there is something that no one can see, it can see it all, and it can warn us. ”

The birch rolled his eyes slightly: "I'll come to warn you first, just now I sent wild things to the mountain, and I saw your senior brother coming out of the hall with a gloomy face, and it was scary to smash the two-person high ice with a sword, and I didn't dare to go up and speak." ”

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, and his attention inexplicably shifted to a strange place: "Is that the piece where we stacked Arhats when we were children?" ”

"That's it!"

Yang Yan carried a knife and climbed this quiet mountain again.

Yang Yan still came to the senior brother's courtyard first, but when he arrived at the door, he rarely locked the door, and looked in through the window lattice, the pen and the blue book were placed on the table, but there was no man.

In fact, there were not many places on the mountain, and Yang Yan knew where he still liked to go, so he went to the library when he went out.

When he reached a junction with a wide field of vision, he looked up and saw that the distant hall stood in the white mist, and the large icicle that would block the eaves of the half-corner at the door was indeed gone.

When I came to the library, I pushed open the tall and heavy door, the sunlight poured in through various cracks, the wind was shut out, and the pavilion was as quiet as usual.

Yang Yan turned the two layers of bookshelves, and was stunned by the scene in front of him, he knew that his senior brother often secretly looked at something, but he would always restore everything to its perfect state, but now the books were scattered, and some were thrown on the ground like that, stacked on top of each other, and they couldn't see the original appearance at all.

Meng Li leaned on the bookshelf, didn't look at anything, put his hands on his knees, and looked out the window motionlessly.

"Senior brother." Yang Yan shouted in a low voice.

Meng Li trembled back to his senses: "Ah Xiaoyan, what's wrong?" ”

"You quarreled with Master again?"

"Ah, nothing." Meng Li stretched his waist and stood up, looked out the window, and lifted his sword, "It's nothing, you have to practice the sword and the sword." ”

"What are you arguing about?"

“.” Meng Li didn't say anything this time, he looked at the young man, "The position of the head." ”

“.” Yang Yan's eyes widened suddenly, "I'm not the one in charge, senior brother."

Meng Li smiled and said in a low voice, "I think so too. ”

“.”

Without waiting for Yang Yan to react and say anything, he strode out of the library with his sword raised, leaving only the young man with a back.

Yang Yan was stunned for a long time, turned around, and began to clean up the books scattered on the ground.

The young man's attention at this time was indeed not in his hands, but Pei Li stared at a few names.

"Six Explanations of the Ancient Array of Yangyi Building" and "Zhou Array Orbital Instrument". It's mostly books on the way of formations.

In the "Why did Meng Li look through these books?" The previous question was, "Why does the Hushan Sword Sect have so many Array Dao Books?" ”

Yang Yan walked down the mountain in a daze, it was already dark, the young man looked up at the main hall at the top of the mountain, hesitated for a moment and still didn't go up, turned around and returned to his courtyard.

As soon as the candle flame was lit, there was a "fluttering edge", and a shadow hit the window, Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, only to remember the white eagle that he had forgotten, but he didn't expect it to find it back by himself, and hurriedly opened the window, and the cold and powerful wings and hard claws pounced on his body, and chirped at him restlessly.

"Okay, don't make a fuss." The young man held down the spiritual white bird without thinking, and was not in the mood to play with it tonight, so he fed it pieces of meat and water, and put it back in its cage.

Under the night sky, the autumn sky was clear, and the boy leaned on the head of the bed and looked out the window with some sorrow.

Tomorrow is the day when the senior brother is crowned and the word is taken, this day is so important, the two of them are still having conflicts."

(End of chapter)