When Feng Yin woke up, it was already dark, and the uncle was in front of the bed with a worried face.

Seeing that she opened her eyes, he barely showed a smile, gently helped her to sit up, took the black porcelain bowl in his hand and handed it to her mouth, and said softly: "Come, drink this bowl of ginseng soup first, it has just been warmed, and it is just right to drink it now." ”

Feng Yin was bitter and wanted water to drink, so he hurriedly drank most of the bowl in one go along the uncle's hand.

When I drank it in my mouth, I didn't taste anything, and after swallowing it, the taste of wild ginseng spread in my mouth. The first taste has some fishy smell of soil, and the aftertaste is slightly sweet, which washes away the bitterness of the mouth.

It tasted pretty good, so Feng Yin lowered his head again and drank the rest of the soup in one go.

The uncle was relieved to see that she was drunk, a smile appeared on his face, and he gently wiped the water stains on the corners of her mouth, and said, "Lie down for a while, and it's not too late to get up again when you have the strength." ”

Master Wuyan walked to the side of the bed with a smile and said jokingly: "My hundred-year-old ginseng has given her vitality, how can she still have no strength, I'm afraid that I won't be able to stop if I move, so let's stay quiet like this." ”

Feng Yin laughed when she heard this, and there was finally a hint of blood on her pale face.

Master Wuyan walked to the round table in the room and sat down, stretched out his hand to take a sunspot, and said to Wu Jifeng: "There is nothing to do left and right, why don't you put down another plate?"

Wu Jifeng looked at the sunset outside the window and smiled slightly, "It's still early, just to pass the time." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and walked over to Master Speechless, teasing, "You lost the previous game." ”

Master Wuyan smiled when he heard this, and said stiffly, "If I wasn't in a hurry to go out to see the girl, I would definitely be able to turn things around." ”

After saying that, I heard a soft sound of "da", and a sunspot had landed on the chessboard.

After Wu Jifeng sat down, he glanced at the chessboard, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, he turned his face and smiled and said to the wind: "Come here, light the candle for the uncle, the uncle is going to have a good game with the master today." ”

Feng Yin nodded and got out of bed, took out a pair of red candles, and lit them on the candlesticks on the square table by the window to illuminate the room. He sat on a chair near the table, his chin propped up with his right hand, and leaned on the table to watch the game change.

The room was warm and quiet, there was not a word, only the chess pieces fell on the chessboard and collided one after another.

The candle flame burned higher and higher, and the light of the fire was a little dazzling, and the wind was shaking so that his eyes hurt, so he reached out and took the silver scissors from the windowsill, sat up straight, and raised his face to cut off the pair of long and curved wicks.

The candlelight was slightly warm, illuminating half of the face as the wind roared.

Yiqing has always been worried about the wind in his heart, but the second master and the master have been guarding the house, and it is not easy for him to go in, so he did it anxiously for an afternoon. Finally, when it was time for dinner, he finally found an excuse to come to the guest room.

Until many years later, Yiqing has become an old monk of Longyan Temple, so old that many memories have been blurred, but every time he recalls the years when he was young, he can always remember such a picture: when he pushed open the door of the guest room, the master and the second master smiled and played under the clear yellow candlelight, and communicated silently with black and white chess pieces, and next to them, a girl in white held her chin in one hand and stared intently at the chess game, as if she was worried about where the next son should fall, the girl's long eyelashes were slightly curled, and the side face was clear and bright and dazzling under the high light of the red candle, looking at it from afar, like a fairy。

At that time, the room was warm and the years were quiet.

This is the most beautiful picture about the wind in Yiqing's mind.

This game went down from sunset to the clouds covering the moon, and the wordless master was finally defeated by Wu Jifeng.

Dinner in the kitchen has been warmed up twice.

By the time Feng Yin and Uncle had dinner and then set off from the temple to return home, it was already late at night.

The sedan chair driver was not there, and after returning to Longyan Temple back and forth for so long, Feng Yin finally had the opportunity to ride on his uncle's white horse.

When he was just supported by the uncle and stepped on the horse, Feng Yin was still a little nervous, and he didn't even know where to put his hand, so he swayed back and forth on the horse's back, like a tumbler.

The uncle looked at Feng Yin's appearance and shook his head with a smile, flew on the horse and took Feng Yin in his arms.

Feng Yin felt that there was a support behind him, and his heart was also stable, and the tension in his heart was immediately replaced by the excitement of riding a horse for the first time. The horses walked slowly in the faint moonlight, and the wind roared and looked around, enjoying the fresh feeling of admiring the familiar road from above.

After walking in silence for a while, Feng Yin heard Uncle exhale deeply, and some suppressed voices sounded in his ears: "In the future, don't practice martial arts anymore, okay?"

Feng Yin pursed his mouth, and there were some little stubbornness who didn't want to admit their mistakes after making mistakes.

I knew that it was impossible to pass easily when this matter was discovered, and now, it has finally come.

Feng Yin didn't want Uncle to worry about him, and he didn't want to listen to any Dun Dun's teachings, but after all, he disobeyed his orders first, and he couldn't say nothing, so he thought for a moment and then said softly: "The book says that practicing martial arts can strengthen the body, I want to get better quickly, I didn't deliberately disobey my father's orders." ”

Uncle's somewhat hesitant voice sounded behind him: "Then, do you like to practice martial arts?"

Feng Yin thought about it, practicing martial arts was actually Wen Shuo's idea, and he was not interested in it, but Wen Shuo was happy and happy, so he practiced, but it didn't matter if he liked it or not.

So he shook his head slowly: "I don't like it very much." ”

Wu Jifeng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and patiently softened his tone and said, "Then don't practice anymore." When you were a child, you were seriously injured, and your whole body was very fragile, and if you accidentally injured you, you would be worried about your life. So your father forbade you to practice martial arts because he was afraid that you would hurt yourself, and this was for your own good, and he didn't want anything to happen to you. ”

As he spoke, he turned his face sideways and gently rubbed the top of Fengyin's head, and said with some sadness, "Me too." ”

At the mention of his father, Feng Yin's mood sank, did his father really care about him so much, why did he never feel it?

But the uncle's last sentence made his heart, which had just hardened a little, softened again in an instant.

Wu Jifeng saw that she didn't speak, thinking that she was unwilling, and said: "You fainted today because the meridians were damaged and the blood and qi were not smooth. ”

Feng Yin didn't dare to take the initiative to ask about his fainting today, so he raised his head to hear it clearly.

Wu Jifeng's tone was low, but the words were clear: "It was you who punched too hard and hurt your muscles and veins." If you continue to practice martial arts secretly, the thicker the foundation, the greater the output, and to a certain extent, it is easy to have too much pressure in the body and shatter the meridians, and then there is really no cure. ”

Feng Yin was shocked when he heard this, and he didn't expect that things would be so serious. In that case, practicing martial arts by oneself is not only useless, but rather harmful? It is really fortunate that I have practiced a little bit of fur, otherwise I would not have had to take my life.

Thinking of the hundred-year-old wild ginseng that had cost the wordless master for this, Feng Yin felt a little guilty in his heart, so he nodded obediently: "Then I won't practice in the future." ”

Wu Jifeng hugged Feng Yin tighter, his chin rested on the top of Feng Yin's head and said in a deep voice: "Feng Yin, you must promise Uncle that you have to live well." ”

Feng Yin felt the warmth and dependence from his uncle's arms, and felt that nothing could be more precious than this, and at this moment he was willing to agree to whatever he said, so he leaned back tighter, and said, "Well, I know." ”

Wu Jifeng suddenly had a thought in his heart at this time, his brows furrowed, and he said: "You don't have to let your father and mother know about your martial arts practice, if they find something, don't admit it, I will explain everything to them, do you know?"

Feng Yin also knew that if he was discovered by his father and mother, he would definitely not be as good at talking as his uncle. So he lowered his eyes, nodded, and said, "Got it." ”

After snuggling up for a while, the horse suddenly raised its forelegs and neighed, as if a little excited. Feng Yin looked ahead, and some bright light came, it turned out that he had already arrived in the town.

Wu Jifeng looked at the bright light in front of him and curled the corners of his mouth, at this moment, his clear eyes were full of waves, and he smiled in Feng Yin's ear and said, "Sit down, this horse wants to go quickly!"

Feng Yin woke up as soon as he sang, hurriedly reached out and grabbed the reins, and as soon as he sat up straight, he heard the uncle shout "Drive", and as soon as the reins in his hand were raised, the horse neighed, raised his two front legs and ran out.

Feng Yin had never ridden a horse before, and before he could react to what was going on, he felt the horse rush out like an arrow off the string.

In the middle of the night, there are no passers-by in the town, only the red lanterns in front of the shops are still lit high. The horses galloped forward, and the scenery on both sides retreated sharply as if they were reflected in the water blown away by the wind.

The head was shaken a little dizzy, there was a whistling wind in the ears, cold and harsh, and the heart was pounding as if it was about to rush out of the body, but the wind groaned and felt uncomfortable, these were not taken care of, the heart was only filled with the excitement and excitement of the fast gallop, and the laughter of the clear bell couldn't stop coming out of his mouth, and was soon scattered in the wind.

Although he was full of excitement, he still had a trace of fear in his heart, and Feng Yin's little hand groped along the reins, covering his uncle's big hands, and his body naturally leaned back, hiding in his uncle's arms.

As long as the back is snuggled against the uncle's solid chest, no matter how fast the horse is, he can rest assured.

Wu Jifeng felt Feng Yin's support, turned his head and gently rubbed Feng Yin's hair, and the clear laughter sounded in Feng Yin's ears, with a trace of warmth and itching.

After running a few streets, the tears of the wind were blown out by the wind, and the whole face was numb from the cold, and the ears were sore and tingling as if they were about to fall.

Wu Jifeng reined in his horse at the corner of the street, turned his head to look at Feng Yin's face by candlelight, smiled and wiped away her cold tears blown by the wind, and asked, "How is it, are you afraid?"

Feng Yin's mouth was numb, and he shook his chin from side to side twice before he reluctantly spoke: "Don't be afraid, it's very interesting!"

"It's cold," reached out and rubbed her red ears, Feng Yin "hissed" a little painfully, shook her head slightly, but still held back and didn't make a sound, and replied: "It's not too cold." ”

At this time, the horse turned to the left and walked leisurely, Feng Yin glanced at it and felt that it was wrong, and hurriedly said: "It's wrong, this is not the way back, the one on the right is." ”

Wu Jifeng stroked her forehead unhurriedly and said, "That's the road, we still have something to do, and we'll go back later." ”

Feng Yin was worried in her heart, bit her lip and said, "It's too late to go back, my mother-in-law will talk about me." ”

Of course, Wu Jifeng knew her difficulties, how could he let her be aggrieved in vain, "I have already told your father that my mother-in-law will not embarrass you." ”

Feng Yin was relieved at this time, but immediately became curious: "Then where are we going?" Except for the Buddhist temple, I haven't been to any other place with my uncle.

Wu Jifeng looked at the road ahead, didn't answer, only smiled mysteriously, "You'll know when you arrive." ”

After saying that, he put on his cloak and hat and stopped talking, and the horse wagged its tail and walked slowly towards a light.

Feng Yin has never been here, and he doesn't know what the place is in front of him, but the further he goes, the fewer houses there are, as if he is going to go out of town again, although he has doubts in his heart, but Uncle doesn't want to say that he can only wait to see the result.

Sure enough, after a few sparse houses, there were no houses, not even lit lanterns.

The sides of the road began to turn into rows of willow trees, mixed with some bushes more than a person high, and the willows stretched out their bare branches at night, which was a little intimidating. There was a river in front of the road, and the water flowed in a tumultuous way, and the surface of the water shimmered in the moonlight.

The willow tree on the left side of the road has a gap a few steps from the river not far ahead, and the asymmetry with the right side is very strange.

The wind roared towards the gap in the willow tree, and a red light faintly shone out from the inside of the gap.