The man in Tsing Yi wanted to be frightened, but the young man called his sister first, first startled, and then listened to him talk in a fog, and couldn't help but feel funny, so he said coldly: "Why do you look like a talking book?

The young man said: "Your voice is so thin, and there is still a burst of incense on your body, isn't it a sister, is it not a sister-in-law? Or is it a grandmother? In short, grandma spared her life." The man in Tsing Yi raised his hand, pretending to fight down, but he smiled and said, "Don't mention your grandmother, I'm not that old." You..."The young man rushed and said: "Sister, the sun and the moon are bright, the white life is still green, and the face of the sky is eternal, the sister's face must be beautiful, and it is covered by this green cloth and green cloth, but it is a violent thing." The man in Tsing Yi was angry and laughed, curious, and asked, "How do you know my beauty? Do you know me?" The young man said: "My sister is a fairy in the sky, even if it is not a shy flower in the closed moon, then at least it is a sinking fish and a goose, right?" The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help laughing, his eyes were crooked, and he said: "Clever words... Lingse... Ask you, how did the kid play here? You have all the inconsequential words!" The young man said cautiously: "I've been here, I've lived here for nearly ten years, isn't this the one...isn't it...the Sword Pavilion? The man in Tsing Yi stared at the young man, groaned for a while, and said, "Live here, then you are from the Qiyun faction? Seeing that you kid is very good at talking, there is a lie that I heard, hum... You're all right. ”

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "I also think so, the same art is about the same age, and it's not fun to be together." It's a pity that I just live here, and I clean and organize many books in the cabinet on weekdays, and I still copy letters, and it's not easy to talk. Sometimes when I am bored, I will read a book, or look out at the mountains, and sigh a few words: I am now at the top of the mountain, and I don't see the mountains small. If you want to make the mountains smaller, how much more upstairs? Although my husband is not expensive, he can do it with the monthly move. Immortals descend on the moon, and the green clothes are ethereal!"

The man in Tsing Yi still shook his head and said coldly: "Is nonsense really a lot? It's useless for you to say that it's useless, since you are taking care of books, you won't know where the books are, right?" Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door, and gradually approached the door. In a panic, he casually solved the young man's acupoint. The young man also listened, pointing to a wooden box, the man in Tsing Yi glanced at the Qianren cliff in the window, and hurriedly opened the lid of the box, and there was only a jacket and a few rags at the bottom of the four-foot box.

An old man came in and said, "Yu'er, the wine at today's feast is very mellow! As he spoke, he put the wine and a bowl of vegetables on the table, and said with a suspicious smile: "Why do I smell the sweetness of a woman?" The young man said: "I'm afraid that the woman in Mr.'s poem is fragrant and wafts out, right? ”

The old man said with a smile: "Although Lao Su often depicts females recently, he needs to be more solemn when writing poems." While smoothing the crumpled paper in his hand, he didn't forget to raise his eyes to look at the young man, and then read the poem Xiaoxiao. Its poetic conception is light and leisurely, and it is a masterpiece after the end of the article, and this old man is the poet Mei Yaochen in the early Song Dynasty. Mei Yaochen was determined to live in the people's country, but he finally retreated to Qiyun Mountain, saying that the Sword Pavilion and the boy were neighbors, and he also slowed down his ambitions. Today, Lu Tong's banquet gathered the guests of the mountain door, and Mei Yaochen remembered this irreversible friend during the banquet, and brought back the wine and food.

Mei Yaochen talked to the young man again, and the banquet was lively, and he sat on the board bed. The young man was in the box and promised in his mouth. Mei Yaochen also asked the young man to sit down and said, "This is my fifth." It's been the Mid-Autumn Festival for the fourteenth time, and I've been sick lately, so I'm afraid I don't need to have a few more times. In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler. ”

After a while, Mei Yaochen said: "Compared with the moon that has been hanging for thousands of years, people can only be regarded as a red or dark spark in this life, so what do you want to illuminate? When I was like you, I was full of ambition and injustice in this mid-autumn, and I also believed that my life's ambition would eventually be done. But life is impermanent, and there are a few things in a life that can really fulfill your wishes, the woman who first admires, and the knowledge you often seek. When I was young, I memorized ancient books, and I forgot them so quickly. Imagine the moon at this time, the mountains and rivers and the stone and gravel will still be the same after thousands of years, but you and I will never be there. Today's era and dynasty will eventually pass, and it has finally been refined into the story of a few people by the history books, but you and I have also lived!"

"Drive up to the east gate and look at the Beiguo Tomb in the distance. Poplar He Xiao Xiao, pine and cypress Jiaguang Road. There are dead people under Chen, and the twilight is long. Sleep under the Yellow Spring, never sleep for a thousand years!"

Saying that, Mei Yaochen wiped away his tears, took out two cups from under the bed, didn't let the young man, and filled them himself, and said: "Since you were four or five years old, I taught you calligraphy and words in the mountains, and it has been seven years. Half of your relatives and half of your friends. Today, a glass of wine will be said goodbye to you. ”

The young man listened to Mei Yaochen talk a lot, and felt that something was wrong, and when he heard it, he couldn't help but tear up: "Why does Mr. want to leave?"

Mei Yaochen said: "Today, Master Lu invited the guests on the mountain to a banquet, and it was also to talk about this. Recently, there will be a great change in the mountain, and we will have to wait for the guests to go down the mountain. I also thought about taking you down, but Master Lu insisted on not allowing it. ”

The young man stared at the corner of the table and said, "Anyone will always go, sir, when will you leave?"

Mei Yaochen said: "It's only been a day or two, I'm afraid of going in a hurry." There is no need to be serious about all kinds of things in the world, and if you send this life, it will be a hundred. So saying, he went indifferently.

The young man sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of the box, and then remembered the woman in Tsing Yi. The man in Tsing Yi came out of the box, peeked at the young man, and closed the door tightly. She listened to the words of the two and knew that the young man in front of her was already lonely, but tonight she happened to be separated from the old gentleman, and she really had to shut up her life in the future.

The man in Tsing Yi said softly: "The person who was still there just now, don't you tell you that you don't have to be serious?"

She paced a few steps and said, "Then in the future, are you going to enter the capital to test your fame?" Seeing that you live in a bookcase, it's difficult not to lift it, right?"

The young man smiled: "The blacksmith sleeps in Gange, but he is superb in martial arts?"

The man in Tsing Yi said angrily: "His iron-striking skills are exquisite, and he is the same as your scholars' calligraphy skills." ”

The young man said: "Where can I be counted? Besides, I would rather be a centurion than a scholar." I'd rather sleep in the arsenal. can't be a martial artist, if you know how to strike iron, at least you will be dyed with chivalry. If someone is immortal, I want to be immortal with a sword! The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone, but if one day he can serve in the army and kill in Hudi, he will be drunk and lie on the battlefield and admit it! If he is fortunate enough to triumph, he is also willing to gallop thousands of miles like in Mulan's poem, and it is even more wonderful to send me back to his hometown, but where is it still there? Qiyun Mountain? There is no hometown, and there is no hometown, so there is no way to talk about the grandmother and sister, hey..."

The young man began with a resolute gaze and a sonorous tone, as if a million enemy soldiers were about to go into battle to kill the enemy. Later, his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a wry smile.

The man in Tsing Yi saw that he was sincere, not like pretentious, and couldn't help but think about all kinds of unbearable situations in the future. Although he still wanted to inquire about Wushang's swordsmanship, he looked sad when he bowed his head slightly, and his expression was sad, it was obvious that he had been holding back in his heart for a long time just now, no matter how open-minded he was as a child, he would be lonely if he lived alone for a long time. What else can I do to talk to him? Could it be that I don't have a lot of chivalrous spirit when he said it? Thinking of this, he suddenly asked, "Then what about your father and mother, where are your relatives?"

The young man said gloomily: "I heard Mr. Mei say that I was abandoned on the side of the road and let Master Lu pick it up." But my father and mother must be a last resort, this can't complain about them, isn't it? It is a tired gentleman two or three orphans, Mo My son is hungry and cold, there is a prudence and a flogging, the line should be shaken, and the thoughts are repeated..."

These last four sentences are from a poem in the Han Dynasty, written by a long-ailing mother on her deathbed, with sincere words, compared with the later flashy and talented poems, it is really necessary to teach Taikang Luoying, Qi Liang put it in charge. Although that poem was in the Song Dynasty, women and children often sang it.

The man in Tsing Yi listened to the young man's softer and softer voice, and felt that every word the young man said was full of sentimentality, and he recalled his past situation and felt some pity. I looked at the boy again, but I saw that he was only twelve or thirteen years old, with light clothes and a thin body, and he could be regarded as skeletal and erect. When he raised his head slightly, he saw that he was plain-looking, pale, and had a shallow scar from his ear to his neck, and his appearance was really not pleasant.

She was sneaking at night, and if she was caught, even if she didn't get killed, it would be extremely sinister. I also know what a secret the sword technique is hidden, but I always have to give it a try. But she is also a person of the most affectionate and sexual, and now this young man is lonely, sincere and kind-hearted, and naturally feels pity, and will not stay for a while. The man in Tsing Yi pushed down the young man's shoulders and whispered, "Who doesn't have anything unsatisfactory." Okay, don't you still want to beat the Hu people? Don't you want to wipe your tears, just let them collect the accounts and cut the land? You're also a boy. ”

The young man said: "Yes, maybe my father and mother are still alive and still thinking about me." At this time, I looked at the moon, and maybe they were looking at me under the moon! It's just that the bronze mirror in the sky is too small, and there are so many people shining on it, so crowded, I can't see their appearance clearly. ”

The man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly, and said, "You kid, you have to press out some water for every word, and your heart hurts your body." But as she spoke, she also turned her head to look out the window.

The young man said, "What can we get by living once? As if we just want to appreciate the joys and sorrows of this world." Once you die, everything in your life is gone, and all you can take away is the sorrow and joy of the past, so it seems that sadness is not all bad. ”

The young man leaned against the wall next to the bed, and continued: "It can also be compared to a plain silk, if every small blank is dyed, it cannot be changed. The length of the plain silk is also a living life. Otherwise, how can I be close to my father and mother but far away, and how many people in the world can spend the festival with you here?"

The man in Tsing Yi snorted, as if he felt something. She stared at the young man for a long time, her thoughts had already returned to a few years ago when she left home to wander, how sad and bitter, her sister had not seen her for many years, and her parents were afraid that they were too old, so why not miss them, but said that they were near and far away. Now this child is only afraid that he is not as good as himself, and in the future, he will be lonely and miserable, and he will suffer a lot.

I thought that I was now without relatives and no reason, and I sympathized with him. Speaking of fate, it seems that there is really a lot with him. The man in Tsing Yi hesitated, but still took off the green cloth covering his face, leaned over in front of the young man, and was distracted for a while. The young man quietly glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi and was also distracted. But I saw that there was a woman in her early twenties, who was born very beautifully, with tears in her beautiful eyes, and the tip of her nose was a little red.

The woman smiled and said, "You're right! Seeing that I have run away from home since I was a child, it has been almost seven years, and I can say what I want to see and what I don't want to see. It's really accurate that the two of us can meet here today. You said that such a big Qiyun Mountain, such a big Sword Pavilion, why did I see you as soon as I opened the window?"

He smiled and said, "Then, how old are you and what is your name?"

When the boy saw that she was good-looking, he cried and laughed. also gave birth to a sense of cordiality, and said boldly: "My name is Tang Yu, as for the words." It's as good as Mr. Ouyang today, Uncle Yong. I think I'm fourteen years old. "What's you, you're insincere, not accurate. I missed making up a name to sue me, the key is that it's still so ugly. What are you going to do, uncle!" The woman in Tsing Yi said angrily, turned her face angrily, slightly revealing the jade ears between her hair, soft and snowy.

Tang Yu also seemed a little apologetic, and said with a smile: "I was picked up, and no one gave me a name." I also came up with this Tang character and Yu character myself, so I think it's okay to say it. As for the words, I didn't think about it, as soon as you ask about the name and the word, I have to make up an improvised one to listen to you. ”

The woman smiled again, and said: "It's very similar, my name is...", the words came to her mouth, suddenly paused, thought about it for a while, and then said two words "Wang Grate" casually compared it, and smiled again, and raised the tone and said: "I am much older than you, several generations older than you." I think you're lonely, and I don't have any relatives. It's better to do it like this, give you a cheap job, and I will call you my brother. I don't care. I just think it's quite sweet that you screamed a few times just now. As he spoke, he smiled sweetly,

Tang Yu grew up in Qiyun Mountain since he was a child, and the women he saw were all Taoist priests from old palace maids. A beautiful girl like Wang Grate, but it's the first time I've seen it.

Tang Yu smiled stiffly, stared at Wang Grate, his mouth was open for a long time, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and then he blinked and said, "Are you serious? Don't I have a sister? I was still muttering that tears had flowed out, and one by two fell on my forehead. Wang Grate's heart fluctuated, but he said briskly: "Since this is the case, let's bow down." Like my good-looking and hurting young lady, you're beautiful, aren't you?"

Tang Yu smiled: "Why is it young sister, aren't you a few years older than me?" said both of them laughing.

The two of them then took the moon as the direction, hugged their fists and said again, blessed to share with the gods, and then bowed eight times. After Tang Yu got up, he called out "sister" and couldn't help but cry again, and it was difficult to suppress it, so he sat down and leaned over to cry.

Wang Grate patted Tang Yu softly on the shoulder, and also sat beside Tang Yu with his back to the wall, looking around, the furnishings in the room seemed to be listening quietly, and he deliberately put his smile very softly. The moon has been slanted to the west, almost into the lower corner of the west frame of the window, but the soft bright moon still tries its best to imprint the moonlight on the two of them, the hated moon for thousands of years, today is a strange round, as if the moon is really made of water, and the tears of relief can fill the lack of the moon!

Wang Grate held Tang Yu's little hand, and told her childhood anecdotes, what fishing bait pears, what pitching pots and rowing boats, flowing water, and when it came to the joy of the two of them, they both covered their mouths and smiled, Wang Grate let Tang Yu rely on himself, thinking of what he did tonight, and couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

The two talked like this for more than half an hour, and Wang Grate said suddenly: "I won't tell you, I came here to steal the book called Wushang Sword Calligraphy, and my sister doesn't want you to be unjust, so I don't want it." I got a little brother today, and I made a very, very good profit. You led me to say that the Sword Pavilion was going around, this is not a few famous buildings in the Great Song Dynasty. I didn't think there was such a broken child as you living in it, but since I was my brother, it hasn't been broken. ”

So the two of them went out of the house, but they saw that the Sword Pavilion was originally a hollow pavilion, and the books were hidden in the surrounding rooms. The bright candles in the hall are shining, and the red column is golden. Rafter beam streamer, wall color picking, painted with water beast Peng bird, Peng Zu snail, during which an old man forgets the realm, is the Zhuang Zhou of the dream butterfly.

Wang Grate said: "The Qiyun faction said that the Sword Pavilion is very much the majesty of our Bianjing Daqing Palace! Haha!"

Tang Yu said: "If this is the palace, then my sister is the emperor's mother, and the slave will say goodbye to the mother." "Say a blessing to your body. Wang Grate smiled and said: "What about such a sweet mouth? If you really become a big official in the future, ninety percent of you will be a minister." ”

Tang Yu said: "Then I still need a sister and a mother, how many promotions." Sisters and brothers are all in the land, poor and glorious. Wang Grate just smiled and said, "Wushang Sword Technique, if you really put it here, you have to be careful." Later generations are afraid that there will be more and more. ”

Tang Yu said: "How good is this Wushang Sword Technique, many people have broken through the mountain gate recently, I heard that it is for this book, and I have lived here for ten years, and I have never read any Wushang Sword Book." ”

Wang Grate said: "That book is quite mysterious swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, how can it be easy to see, not to mention that you are not from the Qiyun faction." If you say that there is no Shang Sword Book, but no one can explain it, and no one has ever practiced this set of sword techniques. Tang Yu said: "Since no one has practiced it, how did you create kung fu?"

Wang Grate thought for a moment and said, "About thirty years ago, a martial arts wizard named Zhao Shang appeared in the rivers and lakes. This person has been in the Qiyun faction since he was a child, and he is obsessed with swordsmanship, but he had a serious illness when he was weak in the year of the crown, and as a result, he fell into the root of his weak body. If he can't practice martial arts, he will concentrate on research, perhaps because he can't practice martial arts, so he has a great understanding of his wisdom, and in his twenties, he actually pointed out the flaws in the moves of Qiyun swordsmanship that have been passed down for hundreds of years, and every time he hit the nail on the head, he hit the nail on the head. This incident can be described as a sensation in the martial arts, and at the beginning, he only entertained himself by researching and creating swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship was full of strange tricks. ”

Later, Zhao Shang admired a girl, but this girl was indifferent to him. So Zhao Shang tried every means to please her, which inevitably cost some silver. After that, Zhao Shang created a swordsmanship and sold it with a lot of money, and the girl's indifference made his personality more and more gloomy. After a long time, the strange moves in the swordsmanship created by Zhao Shang have all turned into killing moves and poisonous moves, and many sword moves are comparable to the moves of the cult Qingling Sword School at that time. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Grate shrugged his shoulders self-deprecatingly, and said: "Those who have learned his swordsmanship have done evil, and some people have used the subtlety of his swordsmanship to wantonly cause trouble. Some disciples of the Jianghu sect were also involved in this turmoil. Many of the martial arts students were injured and killed by Zhao Shang's swordsmanship, and the people in the same way couldn't bear it, and finally selected a few respected seniors to find Zhao Shang. But he was so secretive and cunning that he could find it later. ”

"But those swordsmanship that harms people are still harmful to goodness. After a few years, Zhao Shang and his old man finally fell in love with another girl, and the two were in love, and Zhao Shang cherished this confidante very much. Naturally, I also realized the true tenderness of the world, and felt that it was very undeserving to betray swordsmanship, teach people to commit murder and evil, cause other people's wives to be separated, and ruin families. ”

"I devoted myself to martial arts again, and spent ten years to create a set of wonderful swordsmanship that is said to be able to sword the rivers and lakes, just to cure the evil moves he had created before, this set of swordsmanship is called Wushang Swordsmanship. At the beginning, he personally selected a few rising stars in the martial arts and carefully taught them. In the past few years, no one has been able to learn one or two of them, which has aroused the curiosity of everyone in the rivers and lakes, and then this sword book that records the sword technique of Wushang disappeared somehow, and it suddenly came out recently, and the sword technique is still hidden in the sword pavilion of the Qiyun faction. ”

Wang Grate talked for a long time, but Tang Yu just listened to the story and waited for the following. At the end of the fifth watch, the two returned to the house. Wang Grate stroked Tang Yu's hair and said, "Brother, I must go." I'll give you my jade pendant, I'm afraid that you will be handsome in the future, and my sister won't come out. Wang Grate had already taken off a jade pendant from his neck, put it in Tang Yu's palm and said, "I've been here, so don't tell others." ”

Tang Yu was a little choked up at this time, and reluctantly said, "That sister, will you still come?" Tang Yu had just had a relative, and he was about to be separated immediately, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Wang Grate said: "According to you, we are so fateful, naturally we will meet again, you have to grow taller and stronger! If you are still so weak, you still need your protection." ”

After that, Wang Grate turned around and walked to the window, put on the wide-sleeved clothes, and as soon as he leaned over and jumped down, the sleeves became arcs and slowly floated down. Tang Yu stood for a long time, wiped away his tears, and remembered Du Fu's two poems in his heart: "Tomorrow is separated by mountains, and the world is boundless." "Looking into the distance, the mountain line is painted red, and the sky is almost bright.