[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] like rhyme

The little master froze on the spot, and then several Wanhua disciples rushed in one after another. Seeing this, they all gasped and hurriedly surrounded the two sitting opposite each other.

"Master, they are indeed here!"

"Come on, Lin Daochang has found it."

"Yan Hua, what are you going to do?! Put down the knife!"

"Little Martial Uncle, you're about to grab his knife!"

Yan Hua glanced at them quickly, turning a deaf ear to the angry questioning, approaching the frightened and bewildered Lin Mingyu, and finished his unfinished words in a low voice: "...My surname is Yan Minghua, Yan Dan is green on the temples, and I am so close to you. Lin Daochang is honored to meet you."

As he spoke, he winked at him, and the knife in his hand moved closer to the pastry in the bowl, and was snatched away before he could even make a move.The junior uncle stepped forward to separate them, and a disciple hurried upstairs to report loudly:

"Master, the statue's mud clods were found on the edge of the pool."

Yan Hua followed the prestige, and saw a majestic old man standing by the door with his hands behind his back and sighing, he couldn't help but look terrified, and hurriedly bowed to greet him: "Master."

"Come out and ask questions." Master said solemnly, standing at the door and not wanting to enter the house.

Shocked by the situation in front of him, Lin Mingyu came to his senses, stood up and grabbed Yan Hua's sleeve, and said anxiously, "Wait, that's not the case..."

"Senior brother!" Before he finished his defense, he heard a pleasantly surprised call. The junior brother rushed in and embraced him, delighted to see him as if he was alive after a catastrophe, "Senior brother, it's great that you are fine! I see you You didn't come back for a long time, and you didn't dare to trespass when you couldn't wait, so you reported to the uncle. After hearing about the statue, the uncle felt that you were in danger, so he immediately asked someone to come with him..."

The younger brother gave him a wink and turned around. An elderly Taoist nun with a white robe and a high crown came in with a whisk in her hand, followed by a few Chunyang disciples, all of whom looked at Lin Mingyu nervously.

Lin Mingyu's face turned pale, he completely forgot that his junior was the one who knew about the statue, and Kang Xue learned from the past, and the master brought many people in fear of something unexpected happening to him.Right now, he and Yan Hua are in the same room and haven't returned all night. Whether it's the fragment of the statue or the handle of the knife in his hand, any of them is like conclusive evidence, which makes it hard for anyone to argue.

"Why don't you clean it up?" The little master uncle glanced at the fragments in the disciple's hands, then looked at Yan Hua's indifferent appearance, and immediately raised his forehead and sighed, "This...what's going on?! "

"Uncle, he is destroying evidence."

"Master, what should I do now?"

Lin Mingyu stared blankly at Wan Hua beside him, and saw him standing tall and tall in the encirclement, his black hair covered half of his face like a waterfall, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't mean to explain at all, so he couldn't help feeling anxious for him. Said: "You have misunderstood, that statue is, I made it..."

"Lin Daochang may have been bewitched."

"Stop Senior Brother Yan quickly, be careful that he strikes first!"

The people who came up rushed to push and shoved Lin Mingyu and Yan Hua, not only separated Lin Mingyu from Yan Hua, but also stepped forward to grab people.

"You guys made a mistake! He's not a demon!" Lin Mingyu saw that he was about to strike, but in desperation, no one listened to his excuses. He immediately grabbed the hilt of his sword and raised his voice, "Stop it all, you..."

The anxious words stopped abruptly after he spoke halfway, he opened his mouth again but could not make a sound, suddenly there was a cool touch in his drooping hand, and the half-drawn saber fell back into the scabbard, his whole body seemed to be filled with lead. Generally unable to move.He lowered his eyes with difficulty to see that his other hand was quietly held by Yan Hua who came over at some point, and then applied acupuncture to fix his whole body in place.

Wan Hua once said that she was practicing martial arts for self-defense, so she made the move Furong Bingdi unambiguous, and quickly and ruthlessly killed his rhetoric before he drew his sword, so that the pale Lin Mingyu had no chance to cry.

"It's not right for the Taoist priest to trespass into the inner house. The current situation is complicated and the explanation is getting more and more confusing. I can defend myself. You don't need to say anything." Yan Hua leaned into his ear and quickly said to him, feeling his soft and warm touch. As expected, the hand was comfortable to pinch. Taking another look at the white and tender cheek, I resisted the urge to pinch it, smiled at him, and sighed softly, "The statue really can't compare to a human being."

Lin Mingyu saw that he was still calm and calm, tried hard to speak but couldn't make a sound, watched him repeatedly but couldn't move, was so anxious that he could only stare.

"Shh, there will be a time later." Yan Hua made a silent gesture, and the moment he let go, he was caught and taken out the door.

The little master wanted to find out what happened and was the first to rush in. Unexpectedly, he ran into such a big event. He didn't save or blame him. He was horrified and worried that he would really suffer, so he saluted the Taoist priest hurriedly, threw his sleeves and followed past.

Lin Mingyu watched helplessly as Yan Hua stepped out the door with a smile, and was able to break away from the acupuncture point after the dry ink robe and thousands of flowers were gone one after another. He wanted to catch up with a stride, but he locked his feet when his uncle threw Fuchen over his shoulder.

"Uncle, let me go!" Lin Mingyu was shocked, and immediately stretched out his hand and drew his sword, and pointed to the formula, trying to explain it by vain. .

"If he is innocent, he will explain himself. Anyone can intercede. You can't do it alone. Don't make trouble." Whether you stand out or uphold justice, it is all in vain if the sword is not good."

Lin Mingyu's face turned pale, and his spine felt chills when he heard it, and he understood that at this moment, he couldn't intervene in a fight with different seniors.

Before Kang Xuezhu lied to Gao Jiangting and murdered her, Senior Gao was also ignorant and convinced.As a little Chunyang disciple, he is soft-spoken, and now he is a "deceived" character. Explaining can only deepen the misunderstanding.The uncle's words clearly warned him not to move without authorization, even the younger brother pulled his robe hem and shook his head repeatedly at him.

Even though he knew these reasons, he still wanted to rush out of the hall to explain, but he couldn't beat his uncle.

For the first time in his life, he hated why he couldn't practice swords well, otherwise he would become an excellent disciple, and he would be able to speak up even if he couldn't beat him. If he was replaced by the most outstanding senior brother, he might be able to stop someone with two or three blows. Bravery alone can clarify things.

The pasta was still warm, and the ink on the rice paper was still there. Lin Mingyu looked at the people coming and going and then entered the hall empty, feeling extremely powerless.

The Taoist nun saw that his face was pale and he looked devastated, she couldn't bear it, so she softened her voice and said comfortingly: "I will say a few good words for you, don't hurt your heart."

"Yes, senior brother, I will also say a few words." Junior brother added nervously.

Lin Mingyu shook his head, his usually gentle and smiling face was rarely solemn.

I remember that when he was just starting out, his master asked one by one why he practiced swordsmanship. His fellow teachers and brothers and sisters either answered to punish rape and eradicate evil, or to become famous all over the world, and some answered to glorify the master's school or be a knight in the world.Instead of scolding him, Master nodded and applauded, which made him feel very happy, so he can feel at ease until now.

A few years have passed, although he has made progress, he is carefree and only hopes to live his life in peace. It seems that those grand ideals are too far away from him. Who knows that the moment when he needs to draw his sword comes so unexpectedly, and his sword is not sharp, it is useless .

Earlier, he joked that there are three kinds of swords and that there is no need to force them. He didn’t expect to regret it so quickly. At the same time, he quickly remembered the words that his master once turned his back and sighed at him:

The sword is held by a person, who the tip of the sword is pointing at, and who is wielding the sword, there must be a reason.

Physical fitness is not the reason, but the ability to protect talents is the reason for swinging a sword.

Although it is not as lofty as helping the world and upholding justice, it is enough to make people have the courage to hold the sword hilt and have the faith to protect those who want to protect.

At that time, the sky began to light up, and the soft morning sun shone through the mist on the waterfall on the rock wall, reflecting the hall with sparkling light, as if the owner had never returned.

The characters have rhymes like their portraits, and Yan Hua's calligraphy can be retracted and unfolded freely, so he must have a way to deal with this matter.He said that there will be a time later, and there will be a return date.It's better to be calm and don't be impatient, believe it once, it's a big deal...

After unsealing his meridians, he was able to speak. Seeing the distressed and helpless expression of his uncle, he slowly stuffed the paper into his arms, and said: "Yan Hua gave me a statue with characters, but I can't repay you. If you misunderstand too much Shen, he must be punished, and please allow the disciples to share the suffering."

Lin Mingyu has been carefree since he was a child, and he is a person who likes sweets and fears pain at all. When he said these words, the Taoist nun and his junior stared at each other and were stunned on the spot. determination.

The uncle frowned and sized him up, just as disciple Wan Hua came to greet the guests, she was worried about keeping him here anyway, so she ordered Lin Mingyu to go with him, and brought him back to Huashan.

When there was a commotion about the statue, the uncle didn't look good, the few Chunyang who went with him didn't dare to stay, and they all went back that day.

The uncle was the last one to leave, and it took three or five days before he returned. He first went to the head of the sect to ask for instructions, and then went to the Laojun Palace to deliver medicine. Finally, he found Lin Mingyu, who was closed and introspective, and knocked on a crack in the door to open the door. Throwing the scroll in, he said "Xianjiyan was punished for copying three thousand characters. Fortunately, it was a misunderstanding. You don't want to cause trouble again recently" and then drifted away.

Lin Mingyu couldn't sleep for a few days, and he was in a daze discussing the next "countermeasure" with his junior in the room. He took off his crown and wrapped his outer shirt in a corner for a long time, unwilling to move. When I rushed to the door, I could only see the corner of Taoist nun's clothes like snow, and looked down again, only to see the word "Yong" hastily written on the loose scroll.

The font is free and easy, and he can recognize Yan Hua's characters.

The younger brother came over, and before he could speak, he saw Lin Mingyu's face that had collapsed for a few days and his brows and eyes brightened with a smile.

Punishment for copying books is nothing more than a trivial matter for calligraphy practice, but the matter of building a car behind closed doors and privately engraving statues was not approved by the master. Lin Mingyu and his brother were relieved to hear the news, but they didn't know this was the heaviest punishment. It happens to be the word "Xianjiyan".

Yan Hua doesn't like to go out, nor does he like to join the sound of Lang Lang's books. He usually stays in the back house of the inner courtyard and is too lazy to move around. , fooling around with my little uncle for a long time, and was reprimanded by the master for not doing the right job and not doing the right way.For Yan Hua, going to Xianji Rock and writing three thousand characters in block letters is probably worse than pure Yang being punished for sweeping three thousand steps.

Naturally, Lin Mingyu didn't know how to do it, so he took out the paper that had been crumpled and flattened several times and put it away together with the words on the roll, and then drew his sword to practice under the surprised eyes of his junior brother.

The master has instructed that Lin Mingyu will not have the chance to go to Wanhua for a while. Yan Hua once promised to make a statue for him. I don’t know if it will be practiced. The word "forever" written on the scroll has not been explained, and it may be possible later. is nowhere in sight.But after this encounter, he suddenly had a reason to practice swordsmanship. His face is green and his temples are green, and he is young at hand. If he can become the image he draws with his pen, he will at least live up to the appearance of a chivalrous swordsman who walks on the snow without a trace.

There was a war in the winter of that year, and then most of the mountains and rivers fell, and the people were devastated. The "stable life" he had been looking forward to turned out to be a day that everyone envied but could not have.

Lin Mingyu practiced hard for several months, and the next year he was able to go down the mountain with his brothers and sisters to punish the evil. He went back and forth between the master and the rivers and lakes for several years. He once participated in fierce wars and rescued civilians. The demeanor of a chivalrous man.Perhaps he had inherited the auspicious words of sword skills to ward off evil spirits. He was tossed and turned several times to the end without any damage. He was able to return to Huashan when the two capitals were restored. The turmoil is still much better.

The row of houses where he used to live during the war was all counted and cleaned, and the belongings of the senior brother were found and taken away, and they must have been buried with the senior brother.The rest of the rooms are also somewhat dusty and old, and the pages with names written on them and the single-character scrolls were covered with cobwebs when they were found.

It was a cloudy and rainy day, the summer solstice had passed, and the sun was only willing to show his face for a while in the afternoon after the junior brother delivered the extra clothes.

There is no scorching heat in Huashan, and the short and light clothes at the foot of the mountain are useless on the mountain, and people can still shiver in the middle of the night.But the newly delivered clothes were too thick and out of season. Lin Mingyu felt hot after trying it on, and was still sweating profusely when he went to the open platform, so he had to take off his crown to find a pine shade to enjoy the cool air.

Just as the sun was setting and the shadows of the pines and trees were mottled and swaying, Lin Mingyu glanced at his long shadow on the ground, and remembered the lonely statue under the moonlit night.

He hasn't met Yan Hua in several years, and he has thought about what he looked like in the past few years, whether he still remembers him, maybe they have been to the same Chang'an Yuan Town, and passed the same river Lancang.The river flows forever, and whether "Yong" is forever or farewell is still unknown.He also failed to cultivate a calm and breezy, immortal demeanor, which is somewhat different from the desolate art of the masters. I don't know if Yan Hua would like to make a statue of him after seeing him.

As Lin Mingyu thought about it, he couldn't help drawing his sword to meet the shadows, and when the tip of the sword was about to poke a branch, he slid back to the cliff, and then he pulled the sword flower to make the move of flowing clouds and flowing water go deep into the shadow of the tree.

Someone came with light steps, watched him dance sword and stood far away, stopped Chunyang behind him and made a gesture of silence, folded his arms and watched him with great interest poking the shadow alone.

Even though Lin Daochang had faded away from his youthful vivacity, he still had a soft and smooth face, with the occasional playfulness in his brows and eyes and the handsomeness when he smiled. Shining like stars, as if wherever you look, the shadows of the trees there will be colorful.The Taoist crown that was taken off was thrown on the open space, which was very eye-catching, and the owner was wrapped in a wide Taoist robe and danced like a crane.

Few people came to Yuntai, and it was rare for Lin Mingyu to play after he came back. He danced his sword for a while, as if he had wiped away the dirt and fatigue from years of fighting. Finally, he put his sword back into its sheath, and stopped panting on the edge of the cliff to look into the distance. , Xinxia still laughed at himself for the careless miss at that time, but he didn't realize that someone was approaching.

"Lin Daochang?"

Unexpectedly, someone called him, the voice was so close that he seemed to be standing next to him, Lin Mingyu turned around in shock, and saw a man in black and black robe beside him, with long hair and black collar, plum dyed skirt, loosely wearing a cloak and looking at him with a smile. Looking at him, his brows were sculpted and his tired eyes rolled around, with a gentle and calm look, which made him forget to draw his sword after looking at him, and just stood there blankly.

"I haven't seen Taoist Lin for several years, don't you still want to pretend to be a statue?" Yan Hua said in a low and elegant voice, laughing when he saw him being sucked in, and secretly felt sorry for him when he looked thinner than before, and sighed at his sword skills Diligent, and eventually became such a good skill.

There is a return date, and there will be a day of reunion.

Lin Mingyu nodded, then shook his head hastily after reacting: "You...you haven't changed."

"Me?"

"... Yan Hua."

"You remember me." Yan Hua was extremely satisfied, and finally couldn't help raising his hand to pinch the jade-white face. As expected, his two fingers were soft, and he couldn't help laughing, "Don't come here without any problems, Taoist priest."

Lin Mingyu froze because of his sudden movement, and his face blushed instantly. The thin sweat that had been half-dried from sword practice just now climbed up the tip of his nose and temples, and he didn't want to break free when he looked at him like this.

Simply Yan Hua stopped his hands very quickly, coughed lightly, took the towel and handed it to him, then stuffed the crown into his hand, and said: "If Lin Daochang remembers me, do you still remember that I owe you a statue? "

Immediately, Lin Mingyu's eyes lit up, he took off the tiara casually, grabbed the towel and wiped his face indiscriminately: "I remember, of course I remember, I..."

"Are you still willing to act for me?" Yan Hua asked hastily.

Lin Mingyu was completely stunned, unable to speak when he met his dewy eyes, so he nodded vigorously.

After so many years, Lin Daochang is still straightforward and gentle. Yan Hua sees it in his eyes, and with the light of the rising moon, he seems to overlap the situation of that year with this moment. How much I want to say and ask, has already turned into a smile on the corner of my lips.

The two stood there for an unknown amount of time, but the younger brother who was watching from a distance couldn't stand it any longer, so he just folded his sleeves and saluted and ran away.

Yan Hua glanced at the steps of leaving, and said again: "Lin Mingyu, you and I are old acquaintances, why haven't you contacted me for so many years?"

"I..." Lin Mingyu was at a loss for words, completely unaware that his tone was familiar, and just said, "I got a picture from you, and then I went down the mountain with my teacher. I... I should write a letter to ask. "

Seeing his self-blame, Yan Hua pretended to be hurt and said: "Lin Daochang is so ruthless, I gave you the word 'Yong', but you didn't return it."

"Ah? This..." Lin Mingyu suddenly felt lost again, and asked tentatively, "What does that mean?"

"Jiang Zhiyong is dead, you can't think about it." Yan Hua said, stretched out a finger to his lips to stop him from speaking, and then blinked at him in his surprised expression: "I brought it last time and didn't eat it." Do you want a taste of the pastry? After eating, I will make a statue for you." As he spoke, he took a deep look at him, as if he had already made up his mind about what the statue would look like.

Lin Mingyu was shocked by his words "Unbelievable", and he didn't remember to keep up until he walked halfway up the cloud platform. He walked briskly, walking with the waiting thousands of flowers on the corridor, the two words lingered in his heart, and finally He yelled out heartily: "Yan Hua!"

It is eternal forever, the time flies, and the youth is still there.

The author has something to say:

Letting the dead house out is public execution +1

I like writing ordinary and real characters the most. In the vast world, they are the foundation of the world>

Well, it's actually a fake fat house? (x)