Outside the house, Xie Jun and Bai Bolai sat at the bottom of the stairs, picking a leaf and blowing it on their mouths.

I can't remember when he learned to whistle leaves, maybe he was born, maybe loneliness and drifting taught him how to pass the time, let a leaf turn into an unknown tune in his mouth, fill the empty time. The intermittent leaf whistles whined, scattered in the quiet night sky, as if someone was weeping. He thought that the last fire in his heart had long been extinguished, and he thought that he could be relieved by crumpling his figure in the shadow of the sword and sword, but he didn't understand why it was always difficult to sleep every quiet night.

"Don't blow it, uncle, the grass is crying too. Xue Hai appeared in the courtyard with refreshments. He refused to answer, and the whistle became even more poignant.

However, as she walked forward, she reached out and a piece of cake slipped from the plate to his palm.

"Bad uncle......" she muttered, pushing the door in.

But before Xie Jun and the three of them finished swallowing a piece of cake, in a blink of an eye, the sea of snow retreated again, covered the door, and sat beside him. Xie Junhe continued to play strange tunes relentlessly, as if he didn't want to be disturbed. After a while, I suddenly saw two teardrops falling to the ground. He looked up in amazement, only to see that the big eyes of the sea of snow were already full of tears. "Girl, what's wrong? Who messed with you?"

She wiped away her tears and laughed: "I wanted to...... Let's take a look at my brother. I also begged Sister Shiyu to make some snacks...... I'm so stupid. ”

"Could it be that he was driven out?!" raised his eyes, his eyes full of murderous intent.

He also learned from him to sit against the railing, casting his innocent gaze into the deep night sky. But the tears finally couldn't hold back, and the placket was wet with a crack: "No...... I just didn't expect my brother to get hurt...... I didn't expect ...... Uncle Wang and you both know it, but only I don't know...... Didn't notice anything at all...... I'm stupid. ”

He threw away the leaf and gently shook her shoulder: "Don't be stupid, he's just tired." ”

"I know. Seeing Uncle Wang hurrying and leaving, it must be. ”

"Don't cry, it's fine. We should stay in Duanjiazhai for a few days, and come back tomorrow morning to see him. ”

"Daytime?" Xue Hai shook his head, "Tomorrow morning, the owner of Duan Village will definitely talk to him about business, and then he must be busy directing this and that...... You know, when I'm at home, I used to sit at the bottom of the stairs and wait for him. He said he would come to see me during the day, but he didn't see anyone until sunset. By the time he remembered my sister, I was probably asleep. ”

"This guy should be beaten. Indignantly, he plucked up a few blades of grass from the ground, threw them out again, leaned against the railing, took a stalk of grass in his mouth, and crossed his arms and legs.

Xue Hai chuckled: "How can you really forget, he just can't spare time." If only I could help my brother. ”

"Your brother's stone temper, thinking about it with your toes will not allow you to get the slightest bit of charlatanism. ”

"But I just want to help him! After my father died, he was the only one who took care of everything. He was majestic in front of everyone, but every time I heard Uncle Wang sigh, I knew that many things were not so easy. ”

"It's time to find a couple of decent helpers. If one day I really quit picking on him, he will die of exhaustion sooner or later. ”

"Uncle is leaving?"

"Can you stop calling me uncle?"

Xue Hai stuck out his tongue slightly apologetically: "Are Jun and Big Brother leaving the Feather Chasing Sword Sect?"

"To be exact, I've never been someone from the Feather Sword Sect. Xie Junhe grinned helplessly, "I can't stand your brother's appearance when he sees wine like a ghost." It's just that...... Somehow, he stayed and promised to do something for him. As a result, I didn't expect that ten years had passed in a blink of an eye. ”

"Is that so? Did you make a bet that your brother won, so you can only stay?" Xue Hai made a mischievous grimace at him.

Xie Junhe didn't argue, he just raised his eyes to look at the silky night sky, the cold wind blew, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Do you want to hear it?" Xue Hai immediately approached, his eyes widened and he listened carefully.

Ten years ago, when the snow was falling, he had just arrived at the foot of the Black Rock Cliff, scarred, penniless, unable to pay for the wine, and was thrown out of the door, with nowhere to go, he simply lay down the street under the eaves of the tavern. Dressed in rags black, his boots were torn to show his toes, and his hair was scattered, so he couldn't see his face clearly. His body was covered with some snowflakes, and compared to a beggar, he was short of a cane and a broken bowl. If he kept lying like this, he knew that he would die sooner or later. But he didn't want to die just like that, he couldn't.

In the bitter cold wind, two well-dressed figures passed here from a distance. The elder wore brocade jackets and riding boots, and the younger ones wore white fox furs, unhurried as if they were passing by. "Young master, this person can't freeze to death, right?"

"He's just resting, don't disturb him. ”

The elder one's long sleeves flicked, and a few copper plates slipped off. At the sound of the coin hitting the ground, he jumped up as if he had been stepped on by a kick, and roared and kicked the copper coin away: "Whoever the hell is a beggar, get out of your stinky money!" The elder was furious, but was stopped by the young man next to him. The young man only smiled indifferently, bent down to pick up the copper coin at his feet, handed it back to the elder, turned to him and hugged his fists and apologized: "The subordinates are unreasonable, I hope the hero will forgive." ”

"Why?" he reprimanded unrelentingly, and the young man only smiled silently, not moving, but with the majesty of not giving an inch.

And the old man seemed to be unable to stand it, and said urgently: "Young master, don't pay attention to this scoundrel, let's go ours." "Do you want to leave?" he was on fire, and without hesitation, he flashed his sword out of its sheath, "You didn't apologize for throwing the copper plate!"

"Good sword!" the young man vaguely angried, "but before you use your sword, you'd better think clearly." ”

"Where did you come from, go back. ”

"Stand back. The young man untied the fox fur and handed it to the elder, and when the elder had withdrawn ten steps away, he untied his sword. The deserted streets suddenly exploded, and people gathered from all sides.

For a while, the sand flew away, and the chill of the sword light was intertwined with the cold wind. The applause from all sides was endless. In the sonorous sound of weapons, more than ten swords like lightning were attacking quickly, but the young man retreated calmly, not leaking. No matter how strong the momentum of his forward pressure was, the boy still dodged steadily, as if he had seen his move clearly before he drew his sword, but he refused to fight back. He had never met such an opponent, and he was quite annoyed, and his heart was full of fighting spirit.

At this time, the young man smiled: "Fierce and fierce, strong and decisive, he is a man." I've given you so many tricks, it's time for me to make a move. ”

When the words fell, the long sword shook in the young man's hand, and an unfathomable sword cloud shook out, and the murderous aura pressed towards him. He immediately blocked with his sword, preparing to counterattack, but unexpectedly, the sword cloud suddenly turned into three sword flowers and attacked his vital point. gasped, but only carefully defended. The long sword's moves were ever-changing, leaving him no time to look for flaws.

It was his turn to retreat step by step in disgrace. From time to time, there was an exclamation or two from the crowd.

After three more moves, the young man did not succeed, and seemed to hesitate. When he gasped, he swooped back and grabbed the young man's throat. The crowd erupted in amazement. The boy panicked, and the sword grazed his neck.

This sword seemed to anger the young man, and for a while, the sword flew chaotically, and dangerous moves came out one after another.

The spectators did not dare to come out.

At the critical moment, the young man suddenly closed his momentum and put his long sword into the sheath.

It's not enjoyable, the fighting spirit that has just been ignited is suddenly gone, and there is an urge to directly cut the person on the other side to death.

But—not lightly, for the boy was clearly prepared for his composure.

He threw away: "You admit defeat?"

"You are injured, and if you win, you will not win. ”

"But you can't win me. ”

"Who knows," the young man smiled disdainfully, and refused to back down: "It's good, but the dart game is short of manpower, I think you'll be interested." ”

He scoffed: "You can't win me, why do you call me?"

The boy ignored his dissatisfaction: "It's better to heal your injuries first." Find an inn and report the name of the Feather Sword Sect, and they will let you live on credit. If you agree to be healed, you will come to me from the Feather Sword Sect. If you have something to do, you will not be accompanied. So saying, he turned his back and took the fox fur from the elder's hand, put it on, and hung the sword back on his waist.

"I don't do anything that violates my conscience!"

"I don't do anything that gets my hands dirty. ”

"Am I interested?"

"The world is so big, let it go. The boy looked back, his clear eyes flickering slyly for a moment, as if he had seen through his thoughts. "There is such a good sword left at the end of the road, and the hero's ambition must not lie in the market. Before he could come to his senses, the boy was gone. In the cold wind, only the back of a white fox fur remained.

"Hey, you haven't said who I'm looking for from the Feather Chasing Sword Sect?"

The boos of the people who watched the excitement gradually dispersed.

The storyteller in the tavern smiled: "You don't know who he is, and you dare to fight him?"

Xue Hai giggled when he heard this: "That young man is the elder brother, and the elder is Uncle Wang, right? After a while, a strange thought was born, "So, is my brother powerful, or is Jun and my eldest brother powerful?"

"Ghost girl!" Xie Junhe sneered, and raised his eyebrows as if he didn't want to admit defeat, "Anyway, he couldn't win against me back then." He is obviously still haunted by Chu Tao's abandonment of the war ten years ago. Contradicted him for ten years, but in the end he was also called and drunk for ten years, although Chu Tao promised that he could leave at any time, but he didn't leave at all.

Xue Hai also learned from him, picking a leaf and blowing it in his mouth.

There was a burst of anger in his heart, and he was about to stop it, but he saw her innocent smile, overflowing with happiness.

The moment he withdrew his hand, his heart suddenly trembled: it turned out that he had never forgotten for a moment why he had come to the south bank, and he had never forgotten for a moment the sound of the leaf whistle that was playing less and less.

There was a poignant voice hovering in his heart, reminding him that he should never forget.

"I'll send you back to sleep, girl. Too late. Xie Junhe stopped himself from thinking about it any longer, got up and dragged Xue Hai up.

"But ......"

"I'll let him come and see you tomorrow morning. If he dares to forget, I will beat him. Xue Hai was amused by his serious appearance, and had no doubt that he really dared to fight with Chu Tao, so he obediently followed him out of the courtyard. Naively, where did she notice that Xie Junhe looked back with worry when he stepped out of the yard.