One year after the end of the Yang Festival.

Senior brother Xu Feng came to Mufeng City to do business according to his master's orders, and met him, a junior brother who had not been heard from for a year, in the most prosperous street of Mufeng City.

Dressed in a coarse cloth shirt and with a gentle countenance, he stood in front of a stall outside a silversmith's shop, intently choosing a hairpin to be worn by a woman, and beside him a handsome, but somewhat overly slender young woman.

He carefully selected one and brought it to the woman, who shook her head slightly, and he put it back.

He chose another one and brought it to the woman, who shook her head again, and put it back again.

After comparing for a long time, he picked up another one and brought it to the woman, who smiled and nodded.

The woman lowered her head, he gently inserted the hairpin into the woman's bun, the woman looked up, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Xu Feng looked at the picture in front of him, looked at the tender couple in front of him, and couldn't believe that this man was Yang Yuanzhi, who was disliked by the master and said that he was full of anger.

Huayang Street Furong upstairs.

The three of them sat at a table, gossiping about the elder brothers, and did not mention the sad things of the past. The young woman smiled faintly and looked sideways at her father-in-law, although it was not very beautiful, but her eyebrows and eyes were extremely gentle.

Two more years after that.

One day, the junior brother guarding the mountain gate sent a letter to the senior brother Xu Feng, the envelope was not signed, only a thin branch was tied with a thread. Xu Feng read the letter, immediately went out of the mountain gate, and rode down the mountain.

Mufeng City.

In front of the Furong Building on Huayang Street.

When night falls, the restaurant is brightly lit and there is an endless stream of guests in front of the door.

I saw it from afar, standing in the crowd from afar, looking at it.

Dismounted, Xu Feng took out some silver tickets from his arms and gave them to him, he didn't shirk it, took the silver tickets, leaned over, knelt on one knee, and thanked him. Xu Feng hurriedly stopped him, he looked up at him intently, then turned around and ran into the vast night......

Two months later, Wanyi fell seriously ill and died.

Yuanzhi kept watch at her grave for seven days and seven nights, and then left the small seaside town.

He turned back into a rootless weed, a wandering duckweed.

A year later, he met his senior brother Xu Feng again, but he never dreamed that the situation of the two reuniting would be like this.

In the woods ten miles outside the capital of Rongxiang Kingdom, senior brother Xu Feng's face was pale, his hands and feet were twitching, and the pain was inexplicable. I'm afraid that no one knows better than him what kind of suffering my senior brother is going through right now. The dark night poppy, as its name suggests, slowly opens in the darkest of nights, stretching out its ghostly hand and unhurriedly kneading the fragile soul it controls, making people unable to survive or die. The senior brother wailed and begged him to kill him, but he couldn't.

In the middle of the night, he picked up his sword and came to the bronze gate of the Flame of the Sword, which made him hate to the bone marrow, and returned to its evil embrace, but there was a sense of magnificence and grandeur in his heart.

Perhaps, this is his fate.

After all, he didn't go to grab the sword spectrum of the Cloud Goose Sect.

He couldn't.

No matter how many people he killed or how many bad things he did, as long as he remembered Master Tai's pure figure in a robe under the moon, he could always get a peace of mind and let him sleep peacefully.

This year, he won the Bagua Palm of the Bronze Gate, the Holy Buddha of the Brahma Gate, and the eighteen swords of the Fengyun Hall.

This year, he created his own Flying Eagle Thirteen Style, was promoted to the Silver Killer of the Fierce Sword, and entered the Silver Gate.

This year, he endured the pain of poison again and again, and gave the antidote to his senior brother Xu Feng.

In the spring of the following year, Han Yunhe died of illness, and the head of the sect was located in the fourth disciple, Xu Feng, the owner of Songyue Mountain Villa.

At night, upstairs in Shennong, Yunyanmen, the head Xu Feng and his junior brother Yang Yuan searched page by page for the prescription that Master Tai used to dispel poison for Yuanzhi......

After three months, the antidote was practiced, and the two had to get the antidote, and each used the gong to treat the poison for the other, and the toxicity was finally eliminated.

In August of this year, Yang Yuanzhi left Baiyinmen.

In September, Xu Feng, the head of Yunyanmen, announced that Yang Yuanzhi, the Flying Eagle Hero, had returned to Yunyanmen as the second-generation elder of Yunyanmen, and personally invited his junior brother back to the mountain. Yuanzhi rejected his senior brother, went away alone, floated and sunk in the rivers and lakes, and was never heard from again.

Twenty years later, Yang Yuanzhi returned to Yunyanmen.

Under the warm candle flame of the Cold Smoke Pavilion, the senior brothers talked about the wine for a long time and made a ten-year appointment. This year, senior brother Xu Feng has temples like frost, and although he is ten years younger, he is also full of sorrow, like snow and clouds......

The moonlight is shining brightly, sprinkled between the mountains and forests, just like back then.

The small courtyard on the mountainside is half shrouded in the soft light of the moon, and half is hidden in the dark color of the mountain.

Under the candlelight of the hut, two generations talk about the life of the deceased.

The dead are gone, and the living are stunned.

When Uncle Xu Feng said that he was moved, he poured himself a glass of wine on the table, sighed, and looked down at the cup in front of him, but he never noticed that his polite and handsome nephew on the other side had already been as pale as paper, and his brows were frowning.

Xing Ke frowned, the nightmare that had haunted him for many years, and he couldn't breathe at the moment......

A gust of wind blew, the master's pen on the table fluttered down, Xing Ke woke up, leaned over to pick up the letter, handed it to the uncle, the moment he picked it up, he inadvertently glanced at the master's last words on the paper, and didn't remember anything else, only four words: "Ah Ke like me" was really burned in the bottom of his heart, which made him suddenly feel a little stinging.

It was late at night, Xing Ke took care of his uncle to rest in the inner room, and he set up two boards in the west wing, and fell asleep in a hurry.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was already bright outside the window. Xing Ke washed his face and entered the inner room, but there was no trace of his uncle, and then he went out of the courtyard gate and came to the east wall, but saw that the old man was already sitting in front of the grave, carrying a pot of wine, and drinking alone in front of the master's tombstone. When the uncle saw Xing Ke coming to him, he took a piece of gold from his bosom and said to him:

"Ake, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, you go to the bottom of the mountain to buy more paper money and snacks for your master and sister, and then bring back a pot of good wine. ”

Xing Ke responded to his uncle, came down the mountain, and after a short time, he came to the bustling streets and alleys of the inner city, bought some paper money snacks, and went to Zuixianlou to buy the best wine, a few dishes, and hurriedly went up the mountain.

In the afternoon, the two rested for a few hours, and Xing Ke talked about the master's confession of his sword discussion with his uncle, and the uncle happily agreed to him.

At night, the moonlight shines on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

This is not Zhou Mountain, it is a strange mountain, under the mountain, all year round like summer, the four seasons in the mountain are distinct, but the top of the mountain has always been covered with ice and snow.

The mountain tops are covered with thick ice and snow, which makes this Mid-Autumn Moon also a little chilly.

Xing Ke and Shi Bo stood on the top of the mountain, the sword rose, the snow flew, the sword fell, and the snow stopped.

The old man used the swordsmanship of Yunyanmen, elegant and agile.

The young man used the thirteen styles of flying eagles created by his master, which was cold and fierce.

I saw the young man's left hand sword finger, the right hand sword threw out the mysterious sword flower, and rushed towards the old man, the sword was ruthless, but the old man was also calm, his feet were drawn on the ground with a gossip map, the whole body luck, the qi was concentrated in the palm, the palm controlled the sword in the air, and the palm pushed, and the wild goose feather sword took advantage of the momentum, which was not at all like a wrist sword, and the power of the sword was extremely strong, and the front ushered in the sword flower that broke the mystery. The young man was taken aback, he had only heard people say how superb Yunyanmen's tricks were before, but he had never seen it with his own eyes, but when he saw it today, it was extraordinary. Seeing that the sword move was broken, the young man suddenly put away his sword, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, his body fell to the ground, and the old man's sword flew from the back of the young man in the air. Seeing the momentum, the young man raised his sword, and the sword body was raised, and swept towards the old man's legs, and the old man jumped up, tossed away, and when he said goodbye, he had grabbed the sword in the air and stood upright. The two fought for dozens of rounds, and they still didn't win. Suddenly, the young man used the flying eagle thirteen-style trick to hit the sky, only to see the young man dancing with a sword flower in the air, and then, the old man saw the trace of the young man again, only to feel that the blue light of the sword was all around him, but he didn't know where it was real and where it was virtual, and he panicked for a while. There was snow all around me, like a winter day.

By the time the snow fell, both of them were standing on the rocks on the top of the mountain. The wide sleeves of the old man's shirt on the left side were pierced into strips of rags, and the hair hanging behind the young man's ears was also cut off......

Early the next morning, the morning light was faint and the birds were crying, and Uncle Xu Feng packed up his bags early and came to say goodbye to Xing Ke.

Uncle Xu Feng said happily to Xing Ke: "Ah Ke, you can have such martial arts attainments at your age, and your future is limitless, Uncle Xu is really happy for your master." Has your master ever taught you the swordsmanship of Yunyanmen?"

"Master has only taught a little bit of the introductory internal strength and mind method, but he has never taught the sword style at all. Xing Ke replied.

"My qualifications are not high, so until this age, the swordsmanship is less than one-tenth of the master, this sect's trick Qiuyan Nanjiang is actually far from the same as the climate I used yesterday, if your master stayed in Yunyanmen, your master's attainments don't know how high, maybe, Yunyanmen can be as famous in the rivers and lakes as when Master Tai was in charge. You are a distant apprentice, and naturally you are also a disciple of my Yunyan Sect, are you willing to practice the stunts of the sect?"

"Yunyanmen's swordsmanship is exquisite and unpredictable, and Ah Ke is naturally willing. "Xing Ke saw that Yunyanmen swordsmanship was amazing yesterday, and he wanted to learn it for a long time, but he was embarrassed to speak, and now he was very surprised when he heard what his master said.

"Good. Uncle Shi took out a martial arts booklet from his arms, took out a copper-colored token from his sleeve, handed it to Xing Ke, and said to Xing Ke:

"Ake, this is the whole book of the swordsmanship, the first half is the internal strength of the heart, and the second half is the sword trick, including the autumn goose Nanjiang, you have to practice hard and practice hard. This token is the token of the head of Yunyanmen, the uncle is old, I wanted to go to the appointment of the junior brother for ten years, so I went back to my Songyue Villa, and took care of the old age, now most of the disciples in the Yunyanmen are mediocre, and there are very few outstanding people, only the eldest disciple Meng Luo is still a little promising, but he is stubborn and self-serving, and a little impetuous, only afraid that it will be difficult to achieve success, so I have not known who to entrust to the position of the head of the house, I thought that the junior brother is still alive, and I want to entrust this laboring errand to him, but who knows that he went before me. But now that I see that my nephew is upright and my swordsmanship is improving, Uncle Shi wants to pass on the position of head to you, are you willing?"

"This ...... Xing Ke's qualifications are mediocre, but he is afraid that he will live up to the expectations of his teacher and uncle. Seeing this, Xing Ke unconsciously hesitated, after all, the position of the head of the house seemed to be too heavy for him, and he never thought about it.

"Master and nephew don't shirk it anymore. Pass it on to you, maybe my Yunyanmen will have another day of revitalization, otherwise, I'm afraid I will be lonely. ”

Xing Ke didn't dare to refuse, so he had to accept the token and the sword spectrum.

Uncle Shi came to the table in the room, and there was a guqin he brought when he came on the table, and said to Xing Ke:

"Your master's deathbed letter instructed me to help you become a weapon, but now that I know that he has passed away, I have been too sad these days, and I also feel that my time is running out, and I can no longer teach you Yunyan swordsmanship, but seeing that you are extremely talented and have good skills, as long as you study hard, it must not be a few years before the swordsmanship in the door will be above me, and the revival of my Yunyanmen will be just around the corner. ”

Shi Bo paused and then said: "The lyre on this table was originally my youngest daughter Shurou's beloved thing, named Xiaojing hairpin, twenty years ago I married her to Mu Xifeng, the young master of Mufeng Villa at that time, my son-in-law, the appearance and martial arts are first-class, originally the little couple could love this happy life, but who knew that my daughter was also miserable, when she gave birth to my precious granddaughter, she died in childbirth. Later, this lyre, I took it to Yunyanmen, every time I thought of my hard-working daughter, I took it out and played a song, this time I wanted to visit my junior brother, and sent this Xiaojing hairpin flower to my precious granddaughter in Mufeng Villa, but now I feel powerless, I am afraid that the guest will die in another country, so I want to go back to my Songyue Villa directly. I'm going to have to ask my nephew to help me deliver it. ”

"In addition, there is a Yunhua Pavilion in this Mufeng Villa, there are a lot of lost learning in the martial arts in the Pavilion, every year the Villa holds a martial arts trial, and selects outstanding young talents to join the Mufeng Xia Club of the Villa, after joining the club, you can enter the Yunhua Pavilion to see and practice superb martial arts, and now you will hand over this piano to my granddaughter Qing Quinoa on my behalf, let her take you into the pavilion, no need to try martial arts, I am also worthy of your master's entrustment. ”

Hearing what the master said, Xing Ke was even more grateful in his heart.

After the uncle explained these important things, he was about to leave for Songyue Villa, Xing Ke saw that his body was not as tough as when he first met, and he couldn't rest assured, and wanted to escort him back to the villa, but was rejected by the uncle.

"I still have a number of old bones, if I don't run home, I won't fall, and my nephew doesn't have to worry. When I returned to Songyue Villa, I flew a pigeon to pass on the disciples of Yunyanmen and the elders of the door, telling them that I would pass on the position of head to you, and that the trivial matters in the door are now managed by the second-generation elder Feng You and the eldest disciple Meng Luo, you don't need to be too anxious to go back now, it is best to go to Mufeng Villa first to see and understand, you used to go to your master to retreat, and you have not experienced much in the rivers and lakes, and now if you want to become famous, you need to go through more. Uncle Shi said to Xing Ke.

"Ake, there is one more thing, the master has a request for you. Uncle Shi's expression suddenly became a little worried.

"Uncle Shi, please speak, as long as it is entrusted by Uncle Shi, even if I Xing Ke goes to the soup, I will never refuse. ”

"My daughter died early, and my granddaughter Qing Quinoa was less than a year old, so his father continued to marry the Yu family of Ziyushan, and gave birth to a son the following year. That Yu family is arrogant and shallow, and added a man to the Mu family, since it is indispensable, because of the power of my Songyue Villa, I didn't dare to treat my granddaughter lightly, now I am afraid that after my death, Qing Quinoa's uncle will not care about her, Mu Xifeng will spoil that Yu again, let her bully my granddaughter How is it, now I entrust Yunyanmen to you, and I also hope that in the future, Yunyanmen can give Qingqu some reliance and protect her, my old bones, even if I go to Huangquan today, I can rest assured. Uncle Shi looked at Xing Ke with a solemn expression.

"Uncle Shi can rest assured, as long as Xing Ke has a breath of air, he will definitely take care of Miss Thorough. Xing Ke replied, looking sincere.

Uncle Xu Feng looked at him deeply, nodded, and turned around and went down the mountain......

The night in the mountains always seems to be quieter than elsewhere. The moonlight shone on the white window paper, and the shadow of the pane fell on the bed by the window, Xing Ke, who had just woken up from a dream.

He sat up suddenly, and the night was still a little chilly, but his forehead was soaked with beads of sweat. His heart beat wildly, he got out of bed, came to the table, and poured a cup of tea, the tea was very cold, and it slowly flowed from his throat to his abdomen, and he felt that he was much calmer.

The laurel tree in front of the door gently shook its leaves in the wind, and the moonlight shone through the treetops. The unknown birds in the mountains are flying in the forest, crying once or twice from time to time, and they feel that the mountains and forests are deep and quiet.

Sitting at the table, he remembered the image from his dream: a wounded swordsman lying limply on the beach east of Jinghai City, blood staining the soft fine sand beneath him. When night fell, a pair of gentle hands turned him over and fed him a sip of water. When the cold moon was in the sky, he opened his eyes, and it was a beautiful and gentle face of a young girl. He had seen her, in the early morning market on the docks, and only smiled at him through the crowd, which made him feel like a beautiful girl in the spring breeze. He couldn't help but reach out and want to touch her warm face, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw a huge scar on his arm, dazzling and stinging, and suddenly the scar became more and more blurred, and then transformed into the figure of a fierce beast, fierce and vicious, trampling on the wind and clouds, and suddenly rushed towards him...... He was startled, and the deep fear that came from the bottom of his heart awakened him, and he sat up from the bed suddenly, letting the beads of sweat wet his hair.

This cup of tea made him calm, he knew that the picture in the dream was the situation of the master told by the master, but why did he become himself and the girl who didn't even know the name in the dream?

He lifted the sleeve of his left hand, exposing the huge scar as dazzling as in his dreams to the bright moonlight.

It had been a long time since he had shown this scar so calmly, not even the master had ever seen it.

Master? Xing Ke suddenly remembered Master. No matter how hot it was, Master's left arm was always wrapped in a thick strip of cyan cloth, which he didn't understand at first, but now he understands. No, maybe the master has long known the secret he has hidden in his heart. As early as when he rescued his half-dead self and detoxified himself, he already knew that perhaps the master had already seen the scars on his arms, so sometimes he even went down to the river to catch fish himself, and he didn't want him to roll up his sleeves to catch them. Master knew his secret, and he knew how worried he was about his secret being known, so Master pretended not to know, so Master never asked him where he came from.

Thinking of this, Xing Ke's heart tightened, and he had an indescribable feeling, perhaps in this world, no one knew him better than Master, understood his pain, his forbearance, his fierceness, his ambition, and even no matter how unbearable he experienced, there was still a little kindness in his heart.

The wind blew, and Xing Ke remembered the four words on the master's letter that night: Ake is like me. These four words unconsciously made his heart tingle a little. I am afraid that no one in this world knows better than him how much pain and suffering the master has endured in this last year, and now he has a strikingly similar fate trajectory with the miserable master......

"Master, I respect you and thank you, but Xing Ke must never spend his life in misery and hopelessness like you. ”

"No, never, I must be strong, I must be in control of my own destiny. I must make a name for myself and be admired by all the heroes. ”

Under the moonlight, this cold young man, his sword eyebrows were frowned, his eyes were as cold as cold stars, and his clenched fists seemed to crush even the moonlight......

Early the next morning, Xing Ke left this small courtyard in the mountains and went to Mufeng City.

In mid-September, the mourning bell rang through Songyue Villa, Yunyanmen was the first to take charge, and Xu Feng, the old owner of Songyue Villa, passed away.

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