"Mei Qing is a very gentle and serious person." The woman took him to push open the door of the fifth floor of the Zhu Building, a rather large set of halls, but it was no longer inhabited. All kinds of displays are neat and tidy, quiet and quiet, and there can be such a clean silence in the long-term storage, which is obviously often cleaned by people.

"When he was alive before, he was the great teacher of the sect. The name is very prestigious, but in fact, the lineage is different, and the disciples only get together to learn a few common swordsmanship when they are young, so this position is actually to teach a group of children. ”

Pei Ye walked in slowly, and there was a whole wall full of bookshelves, and all kinds of paper books were organized in an orderly manner.

"But he likes it and does it very seriously." The woman's voice was much softer as she walked in, and she pointed to the top column, which was crowded with hand-copied booklets, "Those are all notes he made for a few swordsmanship to be taught." ”

Pei Li took out a book and looked at it, and really understood the "gentle and serious" in the woman's mouth, which was obviously extremely concise swordsmanship, and the man carefully considered how to tell each of them better, and there were many different names in the margins, the strengths and weaknesses of the students, who and where they might encounter what problems, all of them were recorded.

The level is also very high.

Pei Li put back the booklet and scanned the bookshelf again, in addition to the sword book, the three kinds of history books, Zhuzi, and anthologies accounted for the most part, and the rest were some books of skills, such as piano and chess, flowers and trees, and jianjian. Pei Ye suddenly looked at him.

Turning his head, he said, "Lord Xu Feng, does Ling Fu like to study the Dao of the Instrument?" ”

"Yes." Xu Sheng moved his gaze, "He thinks it's interesting and likes to do it for fun." ”

Pei Ye nodded.

"In my spare time on weekdays, I just fiddle with some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Xu Shang stood quietly for a while, then turned around and came to the front, where all kinds of leftover furnishings were placed, calligraphy and painting scrolls were stacked into a hill, a guqin was horizontal in the center, and there was no dust on the strings. Further on is a high platform facing the wind, where the table with the chessboard is placed, "Sometimes we play chess there." ”

Pei Ye picked up a scroll and slowly unfolded it, a spring scene in the painting, a begonia is pink and white, and the woman's spring shirt under the tree is light green, pointing to the painter's hand, while smiling kindly and innocently, everything is fresh like a new grass sprout.

'This is—'

Pei Li's words reached the side of his throat, and he realized that this was Xu Shang back then, he was stunned for a moment, and closed it again.

That was eight years ago." The woman next to her smiled.

"The two must have a good relationship."

"At that time, I was blaming him for only sending me one letter after going out for two months, and it turned out that he actually sent me four letters, and three of them were for me to go out and play, and I didn't receive them. But I'm still finding a reason to blame him. Xu Shang's pale lips curled, "Later, he made me a small magic weapon, and he would chirp as soon as he received his letter." ”

The woman bowed her head, took off a cyan jade pendant from her waist, and held it in front of Pei Li. The size of a thumb, carved into the shape of a bluebird standing on a branch, the silk is tied in a hollow, very delicate.

"This is the one, and it sounds good." Xu Shang stroked it, "But then I couldn't hear it." ”

“.” Pei Ye pursed his lower lip, "How did Senior Zhang pass away later?" ”

"I don't know." Xu Shang smiled sadly, "I don't know until now. After leaving so suddenly, he never came back. ”

"I was so useless. He never told me what bothered me. The woman was stunned.

On a spring night eight years ago, the warm wind blew away the flowers planted last year in the pot, and Xu Sheng squatted next to him and held his cheeks happily for a long time. Nine-year-old Zhang Jingbi was stubborn, running around the building, ignoring his mother's advice on sword practice.

Zhang Meiqing came back with a lot of silence, walked into the study with her head down, and didn't come out for two hours.

It wasn't until late at night, when Xu Sheng knocked on the door with a lot of worry, that the man raised a pair of mournful red eyes.

The kid committed suicide anyway.

Xu Sheng knew that her husband had always had a student she liked very much, named Ji Feng.

A few years ago, when she first entered the class to learn swords, the man told her that this child was the son of a maidservant who had lost her mother at a young age under the mountain, and worshiped the most stern and ruthless Xianqiao Peak. Sensitive, careful, kind, thoughtful, and pitifully hardworking.

Compared with Zhang Jingbi, who has an empty treasure house and doesn't know how to work hard, it is simply the other extreme, the man always pays attention to him, and gradually he also begins to ask the man some kendo questions carefully, and slowly, one big and one small are becoming more and more like teachers and friends.

In this way, the friendship between the elders and juniors lasted from the age of eleven to the age of seventeen, and even though they had returned to the peak to learn swords, the two still maintained a close friendship.

During this period of time, this disciple has almost become a man's favorite, especially when he criticizes his son, he can't help but bring it up, which makes Xu Sheng often a little dissatisfied.

He even mentioned to Xianqiao Peak many times that he wanted this young man to come over, but this was also the only talented disciple of Xianqiao Peak, so naturally he couldn't make the trip.

"I'm not pretending to be a favorite." Facing his wife's complaints, the man sighed softly, "It's Xiaofeng's sensitive and fragile mind, his mother died early, and his father was prodigal." He regarded the substitute junior brother who took him up the mountain as a teacher and a father, and worked hard to do it no matter how strict the requirements were, but you and I both know that the substitute junior brother is utilitarian and ruthless, and only regards the apprentice as a machine for learning swords, I am afraid that Xiao Feng will be hurt sooner or later. ”

The day has come.

At that year's [Tie Song on the Sword], Ji Feng, who was pinned on by Xianqiao Peak and wanted to be ashamed of the snow, did not withstand the huge pressure, and made a mistake in the fierce battle, and was picked off the cliff by the junior brother who was lower than himself, and became a stepping stone for others to become famous.

Dai Xiu was furious in front of everyone, and scolded him in public as inferior to a pig and dog.

Zhang Meiqing was not on stage that day, and hurried to Xianqiao Peak after hearing about it. In the courtyard where he often came, the young man knelt with his head bowed in a draped head, his eyes were empty and sad, and there were palm prints on his face that had not been erased.

Zhang Meiqing squatted down with distress and comforted her, but halfway through the conversation, Dai Shangyu walked in.

Zhang Meiqing pushed him out of the door, and the two peak masters almost fought at the top of the peak, and finally in the midst of everyone's obstruction and Ji Feng's kneeling, Zhang Meiqing pursed her lips and retreated, and before leaving, she agreed with the young man to come to see him the next day, and she still had a lot to say to him.

After coming back that night, the man talked to Xu Shang about it, and Xu Shang also comforted him that he relied on the blessing of misfortune, and since Dai Shangyu was disgusted, Caiwufeng could find a way to ask him over.

Who would have expected that after the man went out today, he would bring back such bad news.

Ji Feng jumped off the cliff with his sword and died, leaving nothing behind except a sword.

After this incident, the man fell into a depression that could not extricate himself, and that night he buried his head in his wife's arms and wept softly: "I can pull him back, but he won't even give me a chance to finish speaking"

The woman patted the back of his head quietly and gently, many tragedies happen every day in the world, but when things have become results, everyone can only accept it.

Zhang Meiqing's state had been very depressed in those days, so Xu Sheng didn't find out when he turned from sad silence to heavy coldness.

(End of chapter)