Duan Baoji's moves were dangerous, and she always pointed at Yang Andao's vital points, but Yang Andao was able to skillfully dodge them every time. Maybe it was the anger that had accumulated in his chest, or maybe it was the hatred for a person, although there was no murderous aura in Duan Baoji's sword, it was still enough to make others feel a chill.

At first, Yang Andao could still scream while seeing the moves, but in the end, he was silent because he read anger, grievances, love, and hatred from Duan Baoji's sword language. With mixed feelings, this feeling is like knowing that you are wrong, but out of helplessness you have to accept the consequences of your mistakes. If killing himself could really make Duan Baoji happy, Yang Andao would kill him desperately.

With a long roar, Duan Baoji jumped up, jumped straight up, and at the same time, the sword in his left hand and the long sword in his right hand stabbed down straight and straight. This move Feng Ming Nine Heavens was like a ball of fire, and the waves of sword qi and internal force burst out were mixed together, rolling towards Yang Andao.

Yang Andao sighed, simply threw away the Buddha dust, opened his hand, stretched out his neck, closed his eyes, and waited for Duan Baoji's sword to stab him through the heart. Yang Andao had no pain or fear, but his face showed a relaxed feeling of intoxication and relief.

Duan Baoji was startled, and hurriedly withdrew her sword in the air, and at the same time, her body rolled, and the sword qi grazed Yang Andao's ears and slashed towards the gate of Orchid Garden. A strand of hair fluttered up under the sword aura, and Duan Baoji could see it clearly, hiding a few gray silver strands in her jet-black hair.

"You, why don't you hide? You are so familiar with this trick, you can completely dodge. ”

Duan Baoji landed, although her anger had not subsided, her tone was much more relaxed, and she seemed to have reproach in her words.

Yang Andao smiled bitterly and said, "I'm hiding, how long can I hide?" I've already escaped once, and I've lost my most beloved person. From then on, I began to wander, thinking that I could wander the rivers and lakes, but in the end I found that I still couldn't let go. If it is really in your hands today, it can make you discourage, and it can also make me feel relieved, then even if it is a death, why not? Not to mention that it is a blessing to die at the hands of your beloved. ”

Duan Baoji put away the sword, and still didn't change his anger and said: "Kill you, I'm afraid that if I kill you, I'm afraid of polluting my orchids in the courtyard." If you were killed, you would be able to go back to the past, and you would have a chance to start all over again, and you would have died a thousand times. ”

Yang Andao asked silently: "You, do you really hate me so much?"

Duan Baoji sighed angrily: "What if you hate? What if you don't hate? The past is gone, and we can't go back to the past." The things in the world, maybe there is a definite number in the dark, you and I go to two places, this may be a definite number. It is also fate to meet the most inappropriate person at the most suitable time, we are all a grain of sand in this world, who cares who they are, what they are? Cousin, you can't make me forget the past, and I can't let you go. ”

Yang Andao instantly became extremely painful, he leaned over and picked up the strand of hair that had been cut off by the sword qi just now, and kept looking at it while sighing.

"That cowardly man is dead, and finally he is no longer cowardly, but unfortunately time has already flown out for thousands of years. It's like two unrelated straight lines, which finally intersect after constantly trying to change their own trajectories, but after intersecting, they cannot be entangled together, but continue to separate, going farther and farther. ”

Duan Baoji suddenly stretched out her left hand, and a slap stretched straight in front of Yang Andao. Yang Andao was at a loss for a while, not knowing what this meant.

"What are you rubbing? What about Zhao Mengfu's words? Don't you bring it to me?"

Yang Andao's expression changed, and as usual, he blinked his cunning eyes and stammered and asked, "What....what....what Zhao Mengfu?Where is Zhao Mengfu??I....how do I not know?"

Duan Baoji was angry for a moment, picked up her long sword and made a gesture to stab it again. Yang Andao hurriedly jumped out of the distance, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and threw it towards Duan Baoji.

"Why, do it. Yang Andao said as he spoke, his naughty smile gradually solidified, and the corners of his eyes were more like moist tears.

Duan Baoji stretched out his hand to take the scroll, and couldn't wait to open it, and after reading the words on the scroll, her originally calm face showed anger again.

Yang Andao saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Don't don't, anger hurts your liver, don't be angry at every turn, how old are we, let the little doll see how bad it is." ”

"Stinky Daoist, you dare to quarrel with me all morning with a fake calligraphy and painting, do you really think I can't beat you? ”

Duan Baoji seemed to have given an eviction order, but Yang Andao didn't seem to care, and asked with a shy smile: "How can it be fake? ”

Duan Baoji threw the calligraphy and painting on Yang Andao: "The pen is stiff, the pen lacks charm, stinky Taoist, you'd better not say it's your own handwriting, otherwise, I'll treat you as a pastime for me and break your legs." ”

Yang Andao looked at it carefully and shook his head and said: "Tut-tut, oops, it's still my cousin's clear eyes, I was fooled, this is what I spent three hundred taels of silver in exchange, no, no, I have to find that person and ask for my silver back." ”

Duan Baoji's anger suddenly disappeared at this time, she just snorted lightly, and went back to the room, and no longer paid attention to Yang Andao.

Yang Andao muttered while walking out with the picture scroll: "I don't want to come to see you, do I want to please you, who knows who is to blame when I look away in a hurry?"

When he was about to go out, Yang Andao turned around and saw Xi Wuhan staring at him with his cheeks, so he hurriedly grimaced and said softly: "Wuhan, listen to the master's words carefully, I will come back, you must remember to open the door for me!"

Xi Wuhan was a little dazed, he didn't know what to say, where did he still look like a generation of grandmasters?

After reciting the method, although Xi Wuhan didn't understand the deep meaning, he had a feeling that the mystery in it was only if he kept studying it, even if it was a little bit a day, he must finally rely on himself to study and understand. The so-called reading a hundred times to see the meaning of self-seeing, the little girl immediately decided that she must find the true meaning of the heart in practice.

Xi Wuhan had made dinner early and was sitting at the table, watching Duan Baoji staring at a painting on the wall in a daze.

It was an old painting of an old cow staring intently at a tree with its head raised, and instead of a bird, a snow-white rabbit was lying on it. The old cow's eyes were both admiring and worried, and he seemed to be worried that the rabbit would fall from the tree, so the old cow's back was directly below the rabbit.

There are a few lines of small characters in the blank space of the painting, which read: Standing alone in the high branches, towering among the white jade. Sit down with roots and branches, and fall down the tile can be all.

Xi Wuhan didn't know what the painting meant, and when he saw the master staring at the painting so engrossedly, he couldn't help but lean up and stare at the painting silently, hoping to see some clues from the painting.

"Han'er, do you have someone you like?"

Duan Baoji's cold question really startled Xi Wuhan, but what surprised her even more was that when the master asked this question, the first person she immediately thought of was Huang Shan.

Xi Wuhan didn't know why he had such a thought, and he didn't know why the master suddenly asked like this, but his face turned red, and then his head shook like a rattle.

Duan Baoji didn't reply, but just asked, "Is it that young man named Huangshan, is he really your father's disciple?"

Xi Wuhan lowered his head and said softly: "But my mother said that in fact, my father did not teach him martial arts, but after accepting him as a disciple, he sent him to Wudang, and the martial arts taught by his master on his behalf." ”

Duan Baoji nodded, as if muttering to herself, and said as if she was talking to Xi Wuhan: "Well, he is a good young man, anyone will like him at first sight." But do you know if he likes you the same way? And there seems to be a woman next to him, who is said to be the daughter of the Sichuan Wei family?"

Xi Wuhan nodded, a trace of sadness welling up in her heart, because she knew that he had always regarded herself as her own sister. Although she also wanted to think of him as her own brother, the consciousness in her heart told her that she didn't want to do it.

Duan Baoji suddenly turned around and said earnestly: "Han'er, you have to remember that a person's unrequited love is a bad fate, and two people like each other is also a bad fate. The most important thing for a man is to be responsible, to be able to show up in time when he needs to be there and hold himself up, you know?"

Seeing that Xi Wuhan seemed to understand thoughtfully, Duan Baoji sighed again: "You are still a child, what am I telling you to do with this?

Xi Wuhan responded while secretly saying in his heart: "Master, I may not understand what you said, but I am not a child anymore, and I still understand some things." ”

"Master, you have been staring at this painting for a long time, and you have the courage to understand the meaning of this painting. ”

Xi Wuhan asked in a low voice, and he was also very apprehensive. Sure enough, Duan Baoji suddenly turned angry and said, "Kid, why are you asking this? Let you practice hard, have you memorized all the mental methods?"

Xi Wuhan knew that the master was just a knife mouth, so he asked timidly: "Was this painting given to you by Yang Daochang.......?" ”

"Nonsense," Duan Baoji interrupted Xi Wuhan with a soft snort, but then said softly: "Yes, even if he painted it, what can it do? Decades have passed, what am I still doing with it?"

"Master, the apprentice doesn't dare to say or ask about the affairs of your elders, but the apprentice thinks that Yang Daochang is really good to you. Although I don't know martial arts, I can see that he has been letting you in the morning, and he can't bear to hurt you at all. ”

Duan Baoji didn't speak, but her face suddenly became cold, and Xi Wuhan didn't dare to say any more, so she had to serve the meal silently and wait for the master to eat.