Jianling

But Xiao Shuhua didn't give him a chance to speak.

Meng Wubei sat outside his door for a whole day, and when the moon came out of Dongshan and the lights of thousands of houses were lit, Xiao Shuhua rubbed his sleepy eyes and left the door.Xiao Shuhua was the best at hiding his emotions. Seeing his unkind expression, he also joked: "What's going on, it's rare to see you not meditating and practicing sword."

Meng Wupei moved his lips, and finally made up his mind, saying: "Poverty Dao has been delayed for too long."

"how?"

"When the poor way went down the mountain, I wanted to walk the rivers and lakes and walk the way of heaven."

"Just go." Xiao Shuhua raised his eyes and said with a smile, "Meng Lang, I want to go to the sword test meeting."

Meng Wubei frowned, and said again: "The sword-testing clubs are mostly people who are trying to gain fame."

Xiao Shuhua pointed to himself confidently: "I, Xiao Shuhua, am trying to gain fame."

Meng Wubei: "..."

Meng Wubei is indecisive by nature, although he has practiced swords since childhood, he is not as good as Wu Huan, who has a clear love and hate, and there is a merciful tenderness everywhere, which makes Xiao Shuhua even more ruthless.

In recent years, they have lived together day and night, and because of Meng Wubei's nosy temper, they have already spread some fame.Although there are many ungrateful people, but more people are grateful to the kind Taoist priest and the stunning beauty beside him.Meng Wubei was already excellent in martial arts. Even when he entered the rivers and lakes at the beginning of the year, he could fight seven or eight disciples of the Huanxi Sect for hundreds of rounds. His martial arts are on par with him, and even because of his more flexible mind, he has a slight edge over him. People in the Jianghu have long been curious about these two, and the disciples Wen Xu sent to spy were also killed wave after wave by them. .

Xiao Shuhua said: "It's better to get the title of the leader of the rivers and lakes, so that Wen Xu will not dare to provoke us again."

Meng Wubei was speechless.

So Xiao Shuhua made the decision, and the two set off on the same day to Jiandu, where the sword test meeting was about to be held.

Meng Wubei explained his indecision in silence, not because he was reluctant to let go of Xiao Shuhua, but because he was worried that he would act recklessly and make others fearful.

This explanation reassured Meng Wubei a little, he held his sword and meditated as usual, so he never noticed that Xiao Shuhua walked into his room in the middle of the night, laughed softly at his sitting upright, then closed the door silently, quietly I went back to my room.

Confucianism flourished in Jiandu, so he was slightly repulsed by Taoism and Buddhism.Meng Wubei was not a person who didn't know how to adapt, he simply changed his Taoist crown before entering the city, followed Xiao Shuhua's example, wrapped his black hair with a smoky blue hair band, dressed only in white, and walked silently with his sword in his arms.

After passing through the city gate, Xiao Shuhua reached out and took off a mask on the side of the road, put it on the face, and said with a smile, "Is it scary?"

The mask he held was a white-faced ghost face, with several black patterns on the pale background, outlining his peach blossom eyes that were as bright as spring.

Reluctantly, Meng Wubei reached out to take off the mask, and carefully smoothed the few strands of messy hair on the top of his hair that were curled up because of the mask, and picked up one side of the bamboo hat to cover his head: "Don't cause trouble."

"Why do you call it troublesome? I want to buy it, can't I?"

Meng Wubei sighed softly, took out a few copper coins from his sleeve and handed them to the peddler, the peddler happily took them, and Meng Wubei said: "There is no need to wear this in broad daylight."

"Are you afraid?"

Xiao Shuhua went around in front of him in surprise, turned around and lifted the bamboo hat, and said with a smile: "No way, Meng Lang, are you really scared?"

Meng Wubei: "..."

It's quite frightening.

Seeing that he was silent, Xiao Shuhua was even more proud, snatched the mask from his hand, and said with a smile: "How old are you, still afraid of these—Meng Lang, are you afraid of ghosts or not seeing me?"

Meng Wubei moved his lips, and helplessly straightened his body: "Walk well."

I don't know if Xiao Shuhua concealed it on purpose, but Meng Wupei did not expect that this time the sword trial meeting was actually organized by the Pichenmen.

Meng Wubei's words became a prophecy, of course Xiao Shuhua refused to walk properly, so he just backed away, and bumped into two girls.One of them turned around very unhappy, and cursed: "Did your mother forget to teach you to walk with long eyes before she died, so as not to offend your ancestors?"

The two were covered with veils, and both wore frost clothes. The aggressive one was a little shorter, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the other one was more gentle. He quickly pulled her sleeve and apologized: "Little sister is spoiled, Please forgive me for being outspoken."

Xiao Shuhua had heard much worse than this in the years of Huanxizong. Although he was not very happy, but thinking of Meng Wubei's presence, he didn't want to pursue it, so he sneered and said: "I think this girl's mother should be I also didn’t teach you to keep your mouth open when you speak.”

Meng Wubei pulled him away, and apologized: "My brother is also wrong."

The girl from before was annoyed by Xiao Shuhua's sneer, she suddenly raised her face, and then she met Meng Wubei's eyes, and quickly lowered her head.The other also saw that her movements were not right, so he raised his eyes to take a sneak peek at Meng Wubei, trembling with fright, he pulled his younger sister and hurried to his body: "Young master, you are welcome."

Before Meng Wubei could return the gift, the two of them fled as if fleeing for their lives.

Xiao Shuhua had already guessed a few points, but Meng Wubei was still in a daze, turned around and asked: "They?"

Xiao Shuhua buckled the mask, shook his head and said, "I scared you away!"

Meng Wubei: "..."

The two girls who escaped were Qingzheng and Wuhuan.

They took advantage of the sword test meeting to follow Qingru down the mountain, never would have thought that they would run into Meng Wubei who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and Meng Wubei was still inseparable with Xiao Shuhua, making the lonely person in Wuhuan's heart The image of his big brother was completely ruined.

Ever since Meng Wubei left, Wuhuan has worked harder than usual. She and Meng Wubei's ability to enter Qingru sect means that their roots are far superior to ordinary people. Therefore, in just a few years, when it comes to martial arts, even Qingzheng is slightly inferior to him. she.Qing Zheng was dragged by her and ran all the way, feeling flustered and short of breath for a moment, finally waited for her to slow down, and quickly asked: "You, why did you run away when you saw Wubei?"

Wuhuan kicked away the stones on the ground sullenly, rolled his eyes and said, "Look at his radiant face, he doesn't even wear the Taoist crown anymore, how can he remember us?"

Qing Zheng was taken aback, saw Wu Huan quickly raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, and quickly asked, "Why are you crying? If you miss your senior brother, we'll go back and find him."

Wu Huan gritted her teeth and rubbed her eyes: "I'm crying. Don't you see how proud that Xiao is? What kind of brother, he is not even qualified to enter the Pichenmen, so he is not worthy of being my senior brother."

Qing Zheng patted her face, and coaxed her softly: "Don't say that, now you are the first disciple of the Pichen sect, everyone's senior sister, when you reach the age, you will also go down the mountain to practice. If you can become a master without sorrow, in the future you As the head of the sect, you must have more contacts with him, don't tell me you hide when you see him like this?"

"Bah, I don't care." Wu Huan said bitterly, "I was confused today, let me see them in the future, and I will hit them once I see them."

Qing Zheng persuaded her not to do it, and he couldn't say much, so he had to take her hand and go back to the inn where Pichenmen was staying up and down.

Qing Ruzao booked this inn, and under his leadership, the whole family of Pichenmen loves spicy food, but Jian’s food is light, so Qingru sent the innkeeper home to rest, and personally assigned two disciples to the back kitchen to watch Zaohuo, when Qingzheng and Wuhuan came back, he was the only one sitting in the huge shop waiting for these two little ancestors.

Wu Huan was young, Qingru was worried that she would be in charge of the internal affairs of the Pichen Sect, so she managed it herself for the past few years, only then did she realize how difficult it was for Meng Wubei to be the head disciple.Therefore, when Wu Huan came back with a dark face as usual, Qing Ru had already seen it, she took a sip of her tea and asked, "Who messed with you again?"

Only then did Wu Huan stop, pulled off the veil, and sat down indignantly, Qing Zheng could only answer for her with a wry smile: "Senior brother, why don't you rest?"

Qingru said: "Why don't you rest, if you two don't come back, it will make Pindao very anxious."

Qing Zheng gave him a wink, but Qing Ru's ability to read people's faces was as good as his big apprentice, and he was only more puzzled when he received Qing Zheng's look: "What's the matter?"

Wu Huan hurriedly said: "Unlucky, I met a dead person!"

Clear as: "?"

Qing Zheng could only explain softly: "I met Wu Bei and Mr. Xiao."

Qingru's originally smiling face froze suddenly, and after a long pause, she said: "...are they...dead?"

"It's coming soon." Wu Huan lowered her head, her eyes glanced at the Dian Su sword at her waist, her voice was originally sweet and soft, but Nai He's words were not very gentle, "I want them to come to the sword trial this time. -"

Qing Ru slapped her on the back of the head with a slap on the back of the head, dawdlingly pinched her hands, and scolded: "Confused, how can people in the Taoist sect be so obsessed? You will be the head of the Pichen sect in the future, how can you focus on the old man all day long?" On the body, the cart is really putting the cart before the horse, absolutely not."

"Stop scolding me! Don't you love to talk about it these two years!" Wu Huan suddenly turned her head and stared at him fiercely, "What are you talking about? If Wu Sad is here, you won't be so tired— —Then you beg him to go, beg him to come back to the Pichenmen, and then be your first disciple who is as pure as a Taoist, and lead the Pichenmen to flourish, that is the real ability, what should you teach me?"

Qing Ru was taken aback, before she had time to explain, Wu Huan got up abruptly and hurried upstairs to her room.

Qing Zheng wanted to chase after him, but was grabbed by Qing Ru's probing hand. When he turned around, his senior brother shook his head slightly, Qing Zheng bit his lip, and finally stopped moving.

"Qing Zheng, Pindao had a dream yesterday."

When Qingru spoke, there was still a smile on his face, but fine lines had faintly appeared at the end of his eyes, Qingzheng was surprised that his brother was aging so fast, he was aging at the age of thirty or forty, it was absolutely It should be what Qingru's martial arts should look like.

"Brother, do you feel unwell?"

Qing Ru shook her head, and said with a gentle smile: "Death and life are in the sky, there is no need to force it, just let nature take its course."

Only then did Qing Zheng dare to ask him cautiously: "Then senior brother... what did he dream about?"

"Pindao dreamed that the master was standing in the fairy mountain, and he sighed and said, I have produced many outstanding talents in the Pichen sect, but there are no successors." Qingru paused, stretched out his hand to stroke Shangqing Zheng's hair, his voice was rarely dull, and continued. , "There is a world of mortals without compassion, and there are too many obsessions without joy... Qing Zheng, you are content with the status quo, and you are doomed to have amazing achievements in the way of swordsmanship. Pindao originally only wished you a lifetime of worry-free and long happiness."

Qing Zheng understood what he meant, but felt the sadness in her heart was even worse, her eyes were so hot, she leaned over trembling, made a salute, choked up and said:

"Qing Zheng will never give up."

On that day, Qingru sat condescendingly, Qingzheng looked up at him, and she was doomed to look up to her senior brother all her life.

Later, Qing Zheng would often think, when the senior brother was alive, would he have believed for a short while that she could keep his promise?

After all, Pichenmen has been passed down for thousands of years, and it never asks the person who takes over the heavy burden-whether you want to.

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