Qingyun Mountain Xiaozhu Peak

The night was deep, the sky was frozen like deep ink, and only a faint view of the heavy dark clouds moving slowly in the sky, and from the boundless black, the rain fell silently. Farther away, there was a faint rumbling thunder, and I wondered if there would be more violent wind and rain coming.

The steep and beautiful small bamboo peaks are still as calm as they have been in the past thousands of years, and the bamboo cultivation all over the mountains is still whispering the sound of rustling bamboo waves on this stormy night, silently staring at the people on the mountain.

In Jingzhuxuan, the door closes lightly, a half-open window is open, the wind and rain in the mountains come quietly, and the rain powder flies into the house from time to time, wetting the window sill made of bamboo, slowly condensing into water droplets, quietly sliding, leaving water marks. The mountain breeze blowing from afar gently shook the window, making a gentle 'squeak' sound in this silent rainy night.

The candle flame on the table in the room flickered and flickered, and it seemed that it was about to be blown out several times, but it always struggled until the mountain wind weakened, and slowly regained its sight and brightened again. In the night, there was no other light, and a little farther away from the candle flame was shrouded in shadows.

Lu Xueqi sat at the table and silently looked at the candle. It was late at night, but she didn't feel sleepy. Suddenly, a coat was draped on her body, Lu Xueqi was stunned, and raised her head to see his bright eyes, which shone with her own shadow. Zhang Xiaofan didn't say anything, stretched out his hand to block the wind, the firelight quickly stabilized, began to shine again, and then sat down as well.

Zhang Xiaofan was silent for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, it seems to be Uncle Shuiyue's sacrifice day." Whenever Lu Xueqi remembered what Master Shuiyue had said to him before he died, he couldn't help but feel a tingling in his heart, "Xueqi, live, remember Master's words, live well..."

Zhang Xiaofan silently stretched out his hand, hugged her waist, pulled her over for a few minutes, and leaned on his body. A faint fragrance came from the body of the woman in front of her, and said, "Do you remember the past again?" Lu Xueqi said with a slight choked up: "When the Ghost King was about to attack Tongtian Peak, the master and her old man once told me that she wanted me to leave Qingyun Mountain, go to the place I want to go, be with my beloved, live a good life, and don't come back." ”

"If I had listened to her at that time, then her old man would not have ........." She didn't continue, because a few tears had already flowed down her cheeks, Zhang Xiaofan looked at his beloved wife so sad, and hugged her hand a little tighter. And Lu Xueqi also buried her head in Zhang Xiaofan's arms and sobbed quietly. In this way, the sound of wind and rain outside the house was mixed with a slight cry.

It rained all night and finally stopped the next morning. After the baptism of rain, the small bamboo peak, the mountain full of tears and bamboos is even more verdant. The sound of bamboo is like an ethereal song that soothes the heart, rustling into the world, brushing away the chaotic and intricate emotional entanglements; Like a smiling girl, with her gentle whispers, she quietly walked into every lonely and wounded soul, bringing peace and warmth in the world.

The mountain behind the small bamboo peak

In front of the tomb of the previous first Shuiyue Master, all the disciples of Xiaozhufeng were all dressed in plain clothes with solemn expressions, and took turns to bow down in front of the tomb to offer incense and worship. From time to time, the breeze gusted, blowing the green bamboo next to it rustling. Wen Min and Tang Yingying, who had just been married, both rushed over from Dazhufeng and Fenghuifeng early in the morning, although they no longer live in Xiaozhufeng, they still remember Xiaozhufeng's sisters, especially Wen Min, who will often come to visit your junior sisters.

"Senior sister, it's your turn." Hearing Tang Yingying's reminder, Lu Xueqi and Wen Min walked to the front together, bowed respectfully to the front of Master Shuiyue's monument, and then walked forward lightly, inserted the incense in his hand into the incense sandalwood, and then retreated, knelt on the cushion in front of him, and kowtowed three times in a row. Around, there was no sound but the soft sound of clothing.

I don't know how long it took, after the disciples finished offering incense in turn, Wen Min waved his hand to them and said, "Okay, it's not too early, you all go back......" "Yes, senior sister......" Wen Min nodded slightly to them, watched the junior sisters slowly disperse, turned to Lu Xueqi and said, "Senior sister, thanks to you for taking care of the master all these years." Lu Xueqi looked at Wen Min, and then said: "Senior sister, the master raised me since I was a child, these are all things I should do,"

Wen Min bowed slightly, and the rustle of bamboo leaves. Master Shuiyue's tombstone stood quietly in the middle, just like the master who used to be unsmiling was silently looking at the two beloved apprentices in front of him at this moment. The smoke is quietly entwined from the sandalwood, winding out a curve and rising quietly, and finally getting lighter and lighter, converging together, gradually becoming invisible.

Wen Min watched all this for a long time, looked at Lu Xueqi, who had been silent beside him, and said softly: "You can accompany Master here more, I'll go and see the other junior sisters......" Lu Xueqi turned her head to look at Wen Min and said, "Well, it's a good ......" "Senior sister, Master has passed away for so many years, you don't have to ......" Wen Min wanted to stop talking.

Lu Xueqi glanced at Wen Min deeply, and said with a faint smile: "Senior sister, I know what you want to say, don't worry, I just want to accompany Master more,"

"That's good." Wen Min gently put his hand on Lu Xueqi's shoulder and continued: "If Master has a spirit in the sky, he will be very relieved to see your current situation......

Lu Xueqi looked at Master Shuiyue's tomb, and thought of Master Shuiyue's reprimand in her heart, "You are entangled with that Zhang Xiaofan, for you, this is a bad fate, do you know?" "Yes." "What's more, Zhang Xiaofan has now betrayed the right path and devoured blood into demons, and what he has done in the past ten years, I don't need to say anything more to you. Let's tell you the truth, the matter between you and him has been spread all over the city a long time ago, and even your head Dao Master Xuan already knows about it, but these elders have come to remember you young and ignorant, and secondly, they pity you for your qualifications and intelligence, and it is not easy to practice, so this will give you opportunities again and again, don't be obsessed anymore! ”

"But this wisp of sin is something that the disciple keeps chopping and can't break!" But for the sake of her beloved, she spoke against her master for the first time, and she was beaten for the first time, and even then she couldn't stop missing him. She said: "Master, you were so opposed to me and Xiaofan being together, but in the end you agreed. Now Xiaofan is very good to me, if you see it, you will be happy for Qi'er. After standing for a long time, Lu Xueqi walked towards Mochizukitai.

Moon Lookout

On the moon-looking platform, Lu Xueqi's white clothes are fluttering, and she is absolutely independent. On the edge of this familiar cliff, I don't know what kind of mood I feel about. Was it the sword dance that was once crazy? Or was it the once-bitter lovesickness? Or was it that sometime, that night, his master promised him the indulgence of pursuing happiness? Perhaps, both.

The two unforgettable faces are intertwined again and again in the bottom of my heart. A deep heart, the hand of the son, accompanied by a lifetime. One is like a teacher and a mother, regards himself as a teacher, loves himself and protects himself......

Above the sky, a round of tomorrow has risen into the sky at some point, shining through the clouds on the cliff platform. Lu Xueqi's beautiful figure is like a fairy, floating out of the dust. The sound of bamboo, the mountain wind blowing, blowing the long hair up, faintly bringing out a few faint fragrances.

Little by little, time passed. Unexpectedly, it had been nearly a day, and the scene of Master Shuiyue's life was constantly reproduced in his mind, and he was so upset that he forgot the time. She stood in the wind, but at some point she thought of the man engraved in her heart. At this time, a pair of strong arms hugged him into his arms.

She knew it was him, and a deep smile appeared on his beautiful countenance, and he let him put his arms around her like this, so few people came here except the two of them. At this moment, her heart was a little messy.