Sealing Sword

Er Niang is a woman who doesn't like to talk.

She was dressed in white, with loose long hair, pale complexion, and dull appearance, only the corners of her eyes and lips were scarlet, which made her look a bit coquettish. At first glance, she looked like a grieving ghost.

She was taciturn, and Ye Fusheng naturally didn't want to be bored. After asking a few simple questions, the two of them walked the road peacefully, passed through the plum blossom forest that had not yet bloomed, and came to the gate of the courtyard.

Ye Fusheng took a look at this small courtyard, it looked much newer than the Liufengju next to it, it should have been built later.

Liufeng Residence was where Shen Wuduan lived back then, there should have been no Fuxue Court at that time, why did he build another courtyard next to his own residence?

According to Erniang, Qin Liurong lived with Shen Wuduan in Liufengju after entering Baiguimen, and later moved to Qingxu Xiaozhu.Therefore, although Fuxueyuan is very close to Liufengju, it is not the courtyard where the main family lives, but a place to entertain people who are very close.

This is even more surprising.

Ye Fusheng remained calm, watching Erniang unlock the big bronze lock on the door, and then handed the lock and key to him, saying: "Young master, please come in, the old door owner has ordered us to enter this place If there is anything, it can only be sent here. Young Master, you can take a look inside first, and I will call a few servants over to serve, if there is something missing, just tell them."

She made it clear that she really didn't intend to accompany her in, Ye Fusheng didn't feel embarrassed, he smiled back and saluted, then pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered, Ye Fusheng smelled a faint fragrance. It was almost winter, and there were still orchids blooming in the yard. He took a closer look and saw a plum tree that hadn't bloomed in the yard. Surrounded by all kinds of orchids, there are all kinds of blooming in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

I heard that Fuxue Courtyard was built by Shen Wuduan, and he arranged it himself, which can be regarded as very thoughtful.

Ye Fusheng sighed for a moment, then stepped on the bluestone path to the house, from the front hall to the wing room, the furnishings are all exquisite, although there are no jewels, they are so clean and elegant.

There is a screen in the bedroom, with silk as the base, and the hand-embroidered scene of birds coming out of the clouds, and the feathers and clouds are lifelike.Ye Fusheng stared at it for a long while before he went to look at the other furnishings in the house. It should be that no one has lived in it for a long time, but because it was cleaned properly, it was neat and clean, and there was no dust.

He finally entered the study, and as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he saw three people sitting in the study!

A man and two women sat around a small square sandalwood table. There were tea and snacks on the table, and the top seat was vacant.

Before Ye Fusheng could say "Excuse me", his eyes swept over the faces of the three of them, and his body felt as if struck by lightning.

The woman on the right is dressed in a light yellow dress, her hair is pulled high in a bun, and she wears a white veil on her face, revealing only a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows and a pair of autumn-cut pupils. She is holding a teapot, as if she is about to pour tea for someone.

The man at the bottom had his back to Ye Fusheng, he should be quite tall, his long ink-splashed hair was half tied up with an ebony hairpin, and he was wearing a black and white Taoist robe.

The woman on the left sat cross-legged carelessly. She was wearing a crimson red dress, her hair was only tied into a ponytail with peach hairpins, revealing her smooth forehead and neck. The face is not very bright, but the eyebrows can be seen to be delicate and elegant.

How can it be?

How can it be!

Ye Fusheng saw her side face, his feet were weak and he couldn't stand firmly, he knelt firmly on the ground, but he didn't get up in a hurry, instead he walked to the table, stared at the man and woman for a long time, and finally Finally, I realized that these were not living people, but dolls carefully made by skilled craftsmen. Even the hair and nails were as detailed as real, but there was no breath of living people.

Surprised and delighted, with ups and downs, Ye Fusheng suddenly leaned over and kowtowed three times.

"Master, master wife!"

The skin on his forehead was scratched, but he didn't dare to get up for a long time. The man who had been fooling around all this time, and would be covered by a quilt when the sky fell, burst into tears at this moment, choking with sobs.

This year has passed, and 13 years have passed like a river, and the years of a frivolous boy have been replaced by the calm appearance now, but there are still many things that he will never forget.

Gu Xiao will always remember the not-so-broad back she leaned on when she was a child, and remember the light and serious persuasion.

Ye Fusheng also remembered the hot blood flowing down the handle of the knife to his hand 13 years ago, and remembered that when the thin Taoist priest looked up, his eyes were filled with grief and disbelief.

This is a crime he will never forget in his life.

"You really are amazing."

Shen Wuyuan's voice came from the door, he lifted his foot to enter the door, looked at Ye Fusheng who was kneeling on the ground, his expression was indifferent, showing no joy or anger.

He sat in that vacant seat, took the teapot from the woman in yellow, poured cold tea into each cup that was [-]% full, and then said to Ye Fusheng: "Man, stand up and talk."

Ye Fusheng stood up, barely suppressing the roiling emotions in his chest, his voice was still a little hoarse: "Senior Shen, do you have a relationship with my master?"

"Your master and I are good brothers who don't know each other. Hey, if she is still here, she will definitely beat me up." Shen Wudu smiled, "As for Duanqing, he is the original owner of Fuxue Courtyard. , It is a pity that after the meeting here 30 years ago, we never got together again, and this place has been vacant for 30 years."

Ye Fusheng was startled: "Why?"

"Duanqing said that he was in trouble, and it was inconvenient for Hundred Ghosts to intervene; Gu Yufang said that he had picked up a young apprentice, and he would be too busy taking care of the child to talk to me." Shen Wuduan looked up at him, "I heard that child Her surname is Gu Xiao, so it's you."

Ye Fusheng's hands trembled, and he said in a low voice, "Yes."

Shen Wuduan took a sip of tea: "It's good. Back then they both said they were afraid that I would spoil the child, so they refused to bring it here to show me. Today I can see it."

Ye Fusheng pursed his lips, he was so caught off guard by what he never knew about the teacher's past, although he was not dizzy, he was also confused, and he rarely showed a little helplessness: "I, I didn't hear the master mention it. Have friendship with Hundred Ghosts Sect."

Shen Wudu smiled and said: "It's not that I have friendship with Baiguimen, but with me."

Ye Fusheng raised his head: "How did senior guess it?"

"I fought hundreds of times with Gu Yufang back then, and I am very familiar with the martial arts and body skills of Jinghong's lineage." Shen Wuyuan sneered, "You have more dexterity than her, and less than her. You are so relaxed and calm, what is it that is holding your heart back?"

Ye Fusheng asked back: "13 years ago, did senior go to Feiyun Peak?"

"I have been there, but unfortunately when I arrived, the mountain had been burned by fire, and there was no grass left. I took people to search every piece of earth and rock but couldn't find them. In the end, I only found my early years under the ruins of the house. The 'blood-drinking dagger' for Duanqing." Shen Wuduan tapped the table with his fingers, and a palpitating murderous look flashed between his brows, "What happened back then? Duanqing and Gu Yaofang...really dead Yet?"

Ye Fusheng clenched his fist tightly, and his eyelashes trembled: "The master has been dead for 13 years."

Even though he was prepared, Shen Wudu's mind went blank for an instant.

The teacup in his hand was broken, but he didn't seem to feel it, he still held it tightly, and the broken porcelain pierced his palm.

When the smell of fresh blood permeated the air, he came back to his senses, pulled out the tile with a handkerchief, but still looked at Ye Fusheng, and asked, "Where's Duan Qing?"

Ye Fusheng untied the small silver pot that was empty at his waist, put it on the table, and said in a low voice, "It's still in the world."

Shen Wuduan stared at the small silver pot the size of a palm for a long time, and asked, "What happened back then? Gu Huafang, how did you die?"