It's still not a sunny day in Chang'an City, even so, sipping a cup of fragrant tea in a teahouse and watching the clouds and smoke rolling in the blue sky can always make many literati and writers flourish.

At sunrise, Wei Xueying walked in Chang'an East Lane with three ancient books, every month she would take time to come to Chang'an East Lane to find a few of her favorite ancient books, at this moment on the road she couldn't help but wander, in the past few days when Xu Changfeng left Chang'an, the atmosphere of Qingzhu Sword Academy also became calm, Chang'an no longer seemed to be able to make any waves, he was like a disaster, as soon as he arrived in Chang'an, all kinds of uneasy things began to happen.

"What a strange person...... Wei Xueying couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.

Otherwise, at this time, she seemed to notice that someone was pulling the corners of her clothes, she subconsciously looked back, and saw that it was an eight or nine-year-old child, wearing a patched cotton jacket, staring at her with big watery eyes, and a cute little face seemed to have a little nervous and fearful.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?" Wei Xueying asked suspiciously, looking at the cute little child.

The child hesitated for a while, and then cried in a low voice, "My mother is sick, I went to the doctor to get medicine, but I can't boil medicine, sister, can you help me?"

Hearing this, Wei Xueying's heart couldn't help but ripple, and she nodded without the slightest hesitation, "Where is your home, take me over." ”

When the child heard this, he hurriedly dragged the corner of Wei Xueying's clothes to the deep alley, and now in the early morning, there are few people in Chang'an East Lane. Although it is a prosperous and prosperous place in Chang'an, there are still some poor residents, who seem to live in the darkness outside the lights.

The more the two walked inside, the more depressed their eyes became, and some houses even lacked some bricks, and if it rained, the house would definitely be damp. The more Wei Xueying looked, the more surprised she became, she had been to Chang'an East Lane more than a dozen times, but it was the first time she had heard of such a place. It's just that this place is dilapidated and a little difficult to live in, right?

However, Wei Xueying was anxious at the moment, and she couldn't take care of these, for fear that she would be late and delay the decoction for the child's mother.

The little boy finally stopped in front of a dilapidated house, the door panel was a little old, as if it had been smashed many times, and it was pitch black and even a little eerie when he looked through the window, which made Wei Xueying frown. If the patient is allowed to live in it, not only will the disease not be cured, but will become more serious.

"My mother is inside...... "The child said in a mosquito-like voice.

Wei Xueying nodded, stretched out her hand to push the door open, and walked in. Just when the door panel was halfway open, suddenly a rope fell from the beam of the room, and it caught Wei Xueying's upper body.

Wei Xueying shouted in her heart, and immediately let go of the book in her hand, and the spiritual power gathered on her arm, only to hear a hissing sound, and the hemp rope tied to her body was suddenly pulled in half. At this moment, she finally understood that this little boy was a trust, and the purpose was to lure her here.

She looked back, where was there still a little boy? Instead, two middle-aged men were staring at him wickedly outside the door, and she just wanted to rush out, only to see a big man take advantage of the situation and cover her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, which immediately made her consciousness a little blurred, and then the big man kicked her in the abdomen and kicked her into the room.

"Bang!"

The door closed, and Wei Xueying suddenly fell into darkness.

"Why are you working so hard? In case she is injured, do you know how much money we will lose on this vote?"

Wei Xueying got up from the ground and listened to the quarrel between the two big men outside, and suddenly frowned. With her current strength, it is still a little difficult to break this door panel, and if she has a spirit sword in her hand, she will naturally not be afraid of these.

"Looking at her strength, I'm afraid she's not a cultivator, right?"

"What about cultivators, I just sprinkled some sweat medicine on her, even cultivators have to give me obedient obedience, watch how I go in and train her well......"

Dahan said, nudged and pushed open the door, only to see that Wei Xueying was already slumped to the ground, staring at Dahan viciously with his eyes. There was an evil look on his face, they had been eyeing her for a long time, and such a superb woman had never been available but not sought. Now all you need to do is get her out of Chang'an, and by that time......

His smile lasted only three breaths, and suddenly stopped, and a hideous look could be seen on his face. From the girl's perspective, you can see that a sudden sword aura flashed, taking away the vitality of the big man in an instant.

When the big man fell, the girl looked out the door, and the big man who had spoken before also fell to the ground, lifeless.

In a daze, she seemed to feel that someone had entered the house, and tapped her twice, and after a long time, she came back to her senses as if she had woken up from a dream.

She quickly got up from the ground, and suddenly saw a small aqua blue bag on the ground in front of her, and the small bag was crookedly embroidered with the pattern of seven small swords. She looked at this little burden, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she stepped forward with trembling hands to pick up the burden, and opened it lightly to see that there were only three things inside, a small light yellow sword, a sword scripture, and a few strings of sugar gourds.

She stared at the three things in the baggage, and tears flowed down unconsciously, wetting the cold little sword.

There are some things that don't need to be spoken, just understood.

Some thoughts, even if they say a thousand words, are still unfinished.

It rained in Yangzhou City under the twilight, and the winter rain always made people feel clammy and cold, even if they wore more clothes, the cold could still penetrate into the bones.

It was already dark, and the raindrops were falling down the dilapidated tiled houses, waking up an old man who was sleeping soundly. The old man, who was over ninety years old, got up from his bed and sat alone on the table and chair. In this quiet courtyard, except for the sound of some rain, only the flowers and leaves that were still green in the winter were left, and the old man looked at these flowers and leaves, and he couldn't help but shudder, and his heart was melancholy.

There was a pot of tea and two teacups on the table, and he tapped the old wooden table with his wrinkled fingertips, as if waiting for someone.

It was getting late, the room was very dark, and the old man did not light the lamp, but his fingertips were still tapping, and he stopped for a while.

There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, the branches have been a little yellow, although it has not yet borne fruit, the fragrance of flowers is still overflowing the court, there are occasionally a few words of children playing outside the courtyard, the rain does not know when it becomes heavier, I don't know whose plantain leaves it falls, the sound of the rain crackling is disturbing.

It was already dark, so if I didn't go in, I didn't notice that there was a person sitting inside, he was probably tired, and he didn't hear the sound of the table banging again.

Under the frightening tranquility, suddenly a crisp sound came, and in the flickering light and darkness, it seemed that someone was knocking on the west window, and the sound of dripping rain echoed in the room.

After a while, the door opened, and there was also an old man, dressed in a blue robe, with a peaceful look on his face, holding an oil umbrella in his right hand, and the head of the umbrella was dripping.

"Qin Huaishu, you're not dead yet. The old man in the room couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

The blue-robed old man smiled and said in an old voice, "I want to eat loquat, but unfortunately it's not ripe yet." ”

"I picked some last year, I can bring it to you if you want to eat it. The old man in the house laughed, "I can't bring them all into the coffin anyway." ”

The old man in the blue robe did not speak, and stood motionless, while the candlelight of the neighbor's house on the side was lit, and the faint shadow of the lamp flickered on the faces of the two people.

"I'm going for a trip to the Northlands. After a while, the blue-robed old man said in a deep voice.

When the old man in the house heard this, he didn't cut it and said, "It's only been a few days since I came and left, how many young people will have to come back?"

"Xu Changfeng has also returned to Yangzhou City, you can help me take care of him. The blue-robed old man said in a low voice, "This should be my last request, as for whether you help or not......

"No, I don't. The old man in the house shook his head and said, "I'm also a person who is about to enter the coffin, if I don't help, will I have a chance to help in the next life?"

"Good. The blue-robed old man nodded, "Then I can go with peace of mind." ”

"Everyone in the world wants to jump out of the world, how many people can walk freely like you?" said the old man in the room with a wry smile.

"I just hope he won't be bound by the world...... "The blue-robed old man shook his head.

"Your disciple, I have faith. ”

"Nope. The blue-robed old man shook his head again, "It can only be regarded as half a disciple." ”

After saying this, the old man held up his umbrella and turned to leave.

"If you come back someday, remember to pick a few loquat for me......"

People go to the courtyard to leave a sound, the rain falls without a trace, and there are no stars at night.