Like all shops that do business at night, the catkins are bustling with people late at night.

The smell of powder, the sound of the piano, the hot wine, and the sultry whispers in the front hall announce the quiet lights of the years, and the flawless drunken gold fans, covering up the struggles, sneak attacks, and all the traces and news in the backyard.

The pair of slightly pale and well-defined hands in the backyard held a wolf hair, and when he finally put away the pen, he gently hooked it, and the handwriting was free and easy.

"This is a recipe used to adjust the inside, Miss Yunluo needs to take it three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, and the dose will be halved after half a year." Xiliu handed the recipe to Yan Sanniang, "There are a few medicinal herbs here that are not easy to find, if you need it, I can send someone to send them until Miss Yunluo recovers." ”

Thirteen Niang carefully looked at the medicinal materials and identified them one by one, a few of them are more special, but they are not so difficult to find, and the rest are things that can be bought in any shop on the streets and alleys, and I can't see anything unique.

"In addition, it needs to be equipped with the "Three Emperors and Two Classics" heart method, which can make the breath reversed, the meridians flow backwards, and the heart is reborn, this heart method can not be taught overnight, tomorrow I will fly a book, let the master send the rubbing book from the mountain, Yunluo girl can practice slowly, don't worry."

""Three Emperors and Two Classics", your master is ......" Thirteen Niang's heart moved slightly.

Xiliu: "It's your old friend." ”

When it comes to old friends and old friends, Yan Sanniang's chest is slightly hot, these people or things that are involved with the past years and him will make her quickly return to the turbulent and wanton days twenty years ago, the hot blood in the trance, and the sourness in the blood.

"Yunluo, you go out first, I have something to tell this young man." Thirteen Niang's tone revealed a little tenderness of reminiscing about the past.

After Yunluo Xiliu Yungong helped her recuperate, her qi and blood calmed down as before, and her body was temporarily fine, and she had a lot of things to say to Zhao Shichen, so she took this opportunity to retreat.

Wujiang also felt that he was a person in the way, and followed Yunluo out of the door, and before he could step out of his foot, someone's voice came from behind his ear: "Little White Flower, wait for me." ”

Wujiang turned his head and touched his eyes, gentle and clear.

seemed to be worried about being rejected by her again, so he added: "It's not safe for girls to go home late at night, I'll send you after dealing with this matter." ”

Somehow, she nodded.

At night, the moonlight is bright, illuminating the entire backyard lightly and clearly, and there is nothing to do in the courtyard. She looked up at the attic, the doors and windows were closed, and it seemed that behind every silent wooden lattice window there was an unknown past and story, Xia Yunluo's, Zhao Shichen's, Yan Shisanniang's, and even Xiliu's.

On the other hand, I lost all my memories after the age of seven, and before the age of seven I was in exile, and there was no one or thing worth caring about. What kind of life disappeared didn't seem to matter so much, if it didn't have much impact on the present and the future, there was no reason and a strong desire to find it, she was not curious about her past life, and was optimistic that the present, like this, would be fine.

In the troubled times where nothing is uncertain, it can be said that it is a good thing to be at ease with what happens, but Wujiang is not uninterested in anything, she likes the two double knives of Fang Cai Yan Shi Thirteen Niang, like a huge tide rising in the moonlight of Qingling, turbulent and majestic, regardless of it. It's obviously a simple move, but it's so bold and straightforward, and the knife technique that opens and closes bursts out with a dazzling aura because of the momentum, like a grassland wild horse, like a desert eagle, that kind of fearless freedom.

Wujiang picked up the two branches on the ground, closed his eyes, and recalled in his mind the grand scene of a one-on-seven in the woods, every attack, defense, and counterattack on both sides. Gradually, she took on the side of it, as if these seven people were around her at this time, drawing their swords to each other, she imagined Yan Shisanniang's moves and body shape changes, and used branches instead of knives to fight against these invisible seven people. The branches of the trees turned from slow to fast, stirring the air around them, the plum blossoms were swaying, the dust was flying, and unconsciously, the knife intent spread all over the courtyard, swept the pavilion, and even alarmed the people upstairs.

The old conversation of the people upstairs has also come to an end, seeing the old man, Thirteen Niang was quite emotional, but only said that after leaving the barracks in the rivers and lakes, after leaving the barracks, she returned to the capital to help her take care of the catkins pavilion temporarily, but I didn't expect this care to be three years, and the rest of the causes and consequences were not spoken.

Xiliu also had no intention of exploring her over the years, but when she was a child, she often heard the name of General Xiao Jing and the Yan's double knife that appeared with this name. According to the seniority, Xiao Jing is his senior brother, and he has a teacher, but they have not known each other for more than ten years. When he was born, General Xiao's fame had already resounded throughout the mountains of Western Xinjiang and even the snowfields of Beizhou, but when he first remembered, he heard the news that a generation of generals had passed away. On that day, his small body stood side by side with his master, standing on the top of the mountains and forests of the imperial city, and saw the white flags winding all over the city, like a snow covering the sky.

Since then, he has known that there is a famous general in Western Xinjiang, and he has a senior brother who is admired by all people, and he also knows that the master has never forgotten the death of this senior brother. Although the deceased is like this and cannot be resurrected, the master wants to know whether his apprentice has unfulfilled wishes before he dies, and whether he has regrets and unwillingness, but the only person who accompanied him before his death and knew his heart disappeared and there was no news.

Today, on a moonlit night, he actually met by chance, this Yan double knife that has disappeared for more than ten years, this person who accompanied his senior brother through the last time of his life, what he wanted to know was nothing more than General Xiao's last wish.

Yan Sanniang seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past years, her eyebrows were sharp, her eyes were gentle, her perverse stubbornness when she was young and the delicate tenderness of being a woman at some point appeared on her face at the same time, and after a long time, she replied, "He said that he lived a very happy life in this life, and he had no regrets." "There was pride on my face.

"Thank you, senior, I will pass it on to Master." Xiliu handed Yan Sanniang a note, "If the seniors are free, you can come here to play chess with my master, practice knives, or chat with his old man." Xiliu smiled, "Master, he has really been nagging more and more in recent years. ”

Yan Sanniang put away the note, without saying anything, Xiliu thought in his heart that someone was waiting for him, and was about to say goodbye, but at the moment of getting up, the two of them felt a burst of fierce and domineering knife intent at the same time, surging.

The two quickly came to the window, pushed the window and looked down, and saw a slender and thin figure, with two easily broken dead branches, dancing in the cold moonlight.

Yan Sanniang couldn't help but be shocked.

The first time I saw her, it was in the woods of Fangcai, she walked out of the dark forest slowly, quiet and silent, her eyes were sharp, and there was a kind of cold beauty between her eyebrows. Although she was dressed in neat men's clothes, Yan Sanniang could see at a glance that she was a woman, but she didn't know that she had such a good memory and comprehension, and she actually remembered her martial arts moves in the hasty and fast fight just now, and played her Yan's double knives in a good way, almost with all kinds of shapes and spirits.

"Who is this girl?" Yan Sanniang couldn't help but be curious about her.

Xiliu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, his eyes followed her figure, and said, "Her name is Cooksmoke." ”

"Fellow junior sister? Or the daughter of a court general? ”

Xiliu shook his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth spread to his eyebrows, "None of them, it's just a girl I met by chance in the rivers and lakes recently." ”

"Recently", "in the rivers and lakes", "occasional acquaintance", these words rolled in Yan Sanniang's heart, and she actually smashed romantic and absurd old memories in her heart that she thought was already as calm as water.

She turned her head to look at the young man next to her, handsome, with the calmness of a noble son between his demeanor, and with the wanton grace of the rivers, lakes and mountains, the most rare thing is that these eyes are clean, clear, and transparent, unreservedly filled with respectful and full of affection for a girl.

Just the right age, just the right mood.

Somehow, she had the mood to play tricks on people for the first time in a long time: "That's unfamiliar, I don't have to show mercy to her subordinates." She lifted the double knife and smiled coldly, "The rules of the rivers and lakes, stealing the martial arts of other factions, can be abolished." ”

After speaking, he jumped out, completely ignoring the sentence behind him, "Senior, be merciful." ”