Drunk into late autumn for you

Guan Shanyu had just finished reading half a volume of poems and essays, and felt a little tired. He was about to undress and get on the couch, when he heard footsteps approaching, he thought it was He Fanghuan who had left and returned. Peck, accompanied by Mo Zuiqiu's soft voice: "Master, are you asleep?"

"Zuiqiu?" This kid, why did he come to him suddenly?

Guan Shanyu lost his mind for a moment, gathered his mind, and wanted to open the door, but Mo Zuiqiu said: "Master, you don't need to open the door. Zuiqiu is here to say goodbye to you."

Guan Shanyu's last drowsiness disappeared, and he said in amazement, "Ziqiu, you want to leave? This—"

He then thought that Mo Zuiqiu might not be able to stand the cynicism of the people in Xiaozhu, and persuaded him: "I have asked the door owner to agree to take you in. The new house outside Xiaozhu was built for you, and I will buy it in a few days." Beds, tables and chairs, Zuiqiu, you can move there, and you don’t have to pay attention to the gossip of other people in Xiaozhu.”

Mo Zuiqiu separated the door, listening to Master's clear and gentle voice, his eye sockets were unconsciously filled with water vapor, he took a deep breath, knowing that the person in the room was invisible, he still knelt down respectfully outside the door.

"Zuiqiu understands Master's good intentions, but I have sinned deeply, and I have no words to stay. Master, Zuiqiu has made up her mind and will leave today. I am here. Besides saying goodbye, I also want Master to tell Zuiqiu the graves of my parents. Where exactly is it? Zuiqiu doesn't ask for anything else in the future, but only wants to be able to guard the tomb of his parents and show some filial piety."

Ever since he became sensible, he had asked his master about the whereabouts of his parents. Every time the master felt sad, stroked his hair, and told him that his parents had gone to a place where no one could find them. Qiu also learned from his uncle and uncle that his parents died early, and even the bones were nowhere to be found. He was afraid of making his master sad, so he stopped asking.

But if you don't ask to understand at this moment, you will never have another chance in the future.

After he finished speaking, he heard that Guan Shanyu's breathing stopped suddenly.After a while, the man's difficult voice came through the crack of the door, so weak that it was almost inaudible. "Your parents are buried on the south side of the Songtao Forest on the Guanri Cliff at the back of Huangshan Mountain... I didn't erect a monument for them back then, I just stacked two big stones on the grave to mark it. It has been so many years, I am afraid it will be difficult turn up……"

Mo Zuiqiu was silent for a longer time than Guan Shanyu, before he said: "Then Zuiqiu still has to take a look." If the corpses of his parents have really turned into dust and melted in Huangshan, then he will stay on the top of the mountain and keep his filial piety. Live the rest of your life in the company of birds and beasts.

Such an ending, to him, is already the mercy of God, as for the cause of the death of his parents, he simply does not want to go to the bottom of it.

"Don't go!" Hearing that Mo Zuiqiu was really determined to leave Xiaozhu, Guan Shanyu became excited and wanted to push the door, but Mo Zuiqiu blocked it from the outside with force.

"Master, don't open the door..." Mo Zuiqiu was almost begging, if he saw Guan Shanyu's face again, he was afraid that his determination would collapse in an instant.

He held the door firmly with his left hand, and said softly: "Zui Qiu offended Master, I really have no face to stay in Xiaozhu."

Guan Shanyu originally wanted to shake open the door, but when he heard that, he couldn't help but froze.That night was indeed a rift between him and Mo Zuiqiu that could never be filled.He was stunned for a while, and finally lowered his hands slowly, and said shyly: "Ziqiu, if you want to leave, master, master will not stop you, but you must be careful on the way, and don't be discovered by people from Tianyi Sect." .”

He took a long breath, until now, he had no choice but to tell Mo Zuiqiu about the matter.

"When you were buried in the snow that day, Master Yi rescued you and fed you the thousand-year-old blood ganoderma, which brought you back to life. Later, he was buried alive by the heavy snow in order to save me. Tianyi Sect If people see you, they will definitely come to you and ask about the whereabouts of Yijiaozhu. Zuiqiu, when you go to Huangshan, you must not easily reveal your whereabouts."

Mo Zuiqiu was stunned by the accident, his mouth was tongue-tied, and he regained his senses after a long time, and asked in a trembling voice: "This, is this true? Master, what did you say that Yi Jiao taught him and left with the blood ganoderma?"

"Yijiao asked me to say that." Guan Shanyu pulled the corner of his mouth with a wry smile, and sighed, "Ziqiu, don't you understand until now? Yijiao, he likes you, otherwise, how could that big devil take so much trouble? Can you use the millennium blood ganoderma that you just got?"

Mo Zuiqiu has become obsessed, and for some reason, he suddenly recalled that night when the moon was fascinated by the moon, that thin figure was leaning on his arms, looking up at him stubbornly: "Call me Xiaohan!... just like before, Just call me Xiaohan."

The young man's dark eyes reflected the blue-white moonlight, just like the spring night when they first met, revealing a kind of pitifulness that made him palpitate, and even more complicated meanings that he couldn't see through.At that moment, he was almost bewildered, but another voice in his mind mercilessly reminded him repeatedly how the seemingly weak boy in his arms humiliated and played with him.

He had already forgotten how he rejected Yi Shenghan that night, he only remembered that the longing in those eyes gradually faded away, became more and more indifferent, and finally had no emotion.

"I understand." The boy coldly pushed away his embrace, and walked aside alone, the moonlight covered Yi Shenghan's thin shoulders, trembling.

He thought Yi Shenghan should be angry, but after that moonlit night, Yi Shenghan never touched him again.He was glad that he could finally get rid of the other party, but he never thought that it would be the permanent separation of yin and yang.For him, Yi Shenghan gave up growing up, even gave up his life, it's not worth it... Mo Zuiqiu covered his face, suppressing the disordered breath.

Guan Shanyu didn't hear Mo Zuiqiu's words for a long time, and called out twice worriedly. Mo Zuiqiu finally woke up, enduring the pain in his throat, and said: "I understand, I will be careful on the road. Master, Zuiqiu bid farewell, in the future , Master, forget about me as an unworthy disciple."

He kowtowed three times through the door, got up, took a last look reluctantly, turned and walked out.After taking a few steps, Guan Shanyu said in a low and gentle voice: "Zuiqiu, you couldn't help yourself that night. Master knows it wasn't your original intention, so I didn't blame you."

"I..." Mo Zuiqiu opened his mouth, the muscles on his face twitching slightly.Master didn't blame him, he should have been overjoyed, but what he heard was more irritating than any scolding.

Does the master know that he has done the same thing to the master in countless erotic dreams...

For an instant, Mo Zuiqiu wanted to impulsively express all his heart that had been hidden for many years, but finally closed his mouth, smiled wistfully, and continued to walk forward.

Forget it, since I have already decided not to see each other again, why should I continue to stop?Even if he confides everything to the master, it can't change anything, and it will only make the master more troubled. It is better for him to cut off the past with his own hands and let all the secrets go away with him.

Mo Zuiqiu walked out of the courtyard slowly, and stepped out of the gate of Broken Sword Xiaozhu under the disgusted and contemptuous eyes of several fellow students along the way.

The invisible burden that had accumulated on his body for several days and made him breathless seemed to be lifted in an instant. The blue sky and bright sun made him a little dizzy, but he didn't stop for a short rest. Go north at a slow pace.

One flower, one tree, one water and one bridge are all the great scenery he has seen since he was a child. In the future, he can only search in his memories...

"Got it!" A sound of hooves gradually approached behind Mo Zuiqiu, and the horse snorted and stopped.

The carriage with the green tarpaulin curtain, the person on the frame is Ge Shanfeng, with a square face still unsmiling, leaning over to Mo Zuiqiu: "Get in the carriage!" Seeing Mo Zuiqiu's surprised face, he said: " Your master said that you are going up to Mount Huangshan to pay homage to your ancestors, and he is afraid that you may encounter accidents along the way. Junior Brother Shu volunteered to escort you up the mountain. I am better than him in martial arts, so I will see you off."

Ge Shanfeng spoke indifferently, but Mo Zuiqiu's chest felt sore.Master, after all, he still couldn't let him go, and it was even more unexpected that Uncle Ge, who had been the strictest to him before, would condescend to be his coachman.

"Thank you, Senior Ge." With him alone, if Tianyi Sect intercepted him, it would be difficult to reach Huangshan safely, so Mo Zuiqiu did not refuse and got into the carriage.Ge Shanfeng didn't talk too much anymore, he raised his whip and drove the chariot and horse galloping.

Jiangnan, Qionghua snow, drunk the spring breeze on both sides of the strait.

Two tall horses drove side by side along the bank, flying countless falling flowers along the way.Pedestrians could only vaguely see two tall figures on horseback, and when they looked closely, the two riders were flying like lightning, and they had already passed by.

Master Jishen held the reins in one hand, looked at the stern face of the black-robed man beside him as he walked quickly, and couldn't help laughing: "It's almost the end of Broken Sword Xiaozhu, you still keep a straight face, don't you feel tired?"

"If you take the red wings, you will be there a long time ago." Yi Sheng said coldly like ice beads, but there was no displeasure on his expression.

According to him, he was going to drive the roc down the mountain that day, but was stopped by the master sacrifice god. "Shenghan, if you wear red wings and show up, the kid surnamed Mo will know it's you. Based on his prejudice against you, I'm afraid he will run away when he sees you."

"Where else can he hide? Yi Shenghan sneered, but after thinking about it, although what the priest said was not pleasant, it was the truth, and suddenly became a little irritable. In the end, according to the god, he left Chiyi behind. on the hill.

Before regaining Mo Zuiqiu's favor, he really shouldn't reveal his identity prematurely.

A patchwork of forests in front of him gradually came into view, and Yi Shenghan clamped the horse's belly, driving the horse like an arrow off the string, galloping forward.

The warning bell for the coming of a strong enemy, deep and mellow, resounded all over Broken Sword Xiaozhu.

Shi Jishen and Yi Shenghan didn't pay any attention to the guards who were surrounded by swords and swords, and rode leisurely on their horses, rushing straight in from the main entrance.

A few disciples didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and swung their swords up. Before they touched the temples of the horses, they were lightly flicked by the sleeves of the two and fell far away.

"Master Su, Master Jishen Peak has come to ask you for advice, please come out, don't tell your disciples to die in vain." Master Jishen smiled proudly, his breath penetrated his dantian, and his voice spread to every corner of Broken Sword Xiaozhu .

When the lingering sound was about to die, a clear and bright male voice came through the clouds, with a little helplessness: "You all step down! Master Sacrificial God, since you insist on a decisive battle, Su has no choice but to accompany you to the end."

"Very good!" The priest's eyes were full of blood, and he jumped over the heads of several guards in front of him, and galloped towards the attic to the west where the voice came.

Yi Shenghan frowned his dark eyebrows, he was not interested in getting involved in the fight between the two, but he was too lazy to look for Mo Zuiqiu from room to room, so it would be easier to ask Su Muzhe for someone, and he immediately picked up the rein and chased after him thereafter.

Your Excellency Tibetan Sword, only an old servant with a hunched back was sweeping the floor. Seeing the two horsemen approaching menacingly, the old servant narrowed his eyes, beat his waist, and shrank slowly into the shadow by the tree.

The melodious sound of the zither flutters in the wind from upstairs, which is very quaint and pleasant, but the eight carved huanghuali wooden doors downstairs are deeply closed.

The master worshiped the god and stopped his mount, smiling murderously. "Master Su, why don't you show up when your old friend comes to visit?"

"Ding——" There was a clear sound like a dragon's chant, the sound of the zither stopped abruptly, and it sounded again after a while, unlike the previous indifferent and clear, a few sonorous single tones followed by a sharp turn, and the strong sense of killing pierced through people's ears .

Su Muzhe's calm and gentle laughter was also tinged with evil spirit and provocation: "If you want to make a move, then do it!"

The gray hair of Shi Jishen slammed into all directions, slapped the saddle, and his figure soared into the sky, like a huge gray crane, flying over the vermilion fence of the hidden sword pavilion.As soon as the soles of his feet touched the railing, three dazzling golden lights, blue lights, and black lights flew out of the window, carrying the fragments of the broken wooden window, and directly attacked the upper, middle, and lower vital points of Shijishen.

The three swords are more like three hidden weapons for chasing souls and killing lives.

The god of priests sneered, gray sleeves fluttered, and the three swords seemed to be held in mid-air by invisible hands-only then did people see clearly that the three swords were made of gold, green bamboo, and black stone.

"Master Su, I'll give it back to you!" Following the wave of Master Jishen, the three swords turned around and flew back whistling.

Two bright lights, one white and one red, came out of the broken window almost at the same time, intercepting the three backlashing swords in the air, and knocking them away.

The red and white lights make a bend, the white is water, and the red is flames, which are two things with quality and intangibility, but at this moment they turned into soft swords wrapped around fingers, like eyes, surrounding the teacher and sacrifice god.

Broken Sword Xiaozhu is famous all over the world, and he is a gentleman with seven swords.In the martial arts world, there are only a handful of people who can really witness Su Muzhe's seven swords, because most opponents are often defeated by Su Muzhe's Five Elements Sword, and in recent years, few people dare to fight against him.

The Master Priest is not an ordinary person. Surrounded by the two swords of water and fire, he raised his eyebrows slightly, hooked the back of his feet on the railing and turned around quickly. A gray shadow seemed to be startled, and disappeared from the gap between the red and white shadows. One day, carelessly swinging back down the corridor again, pushing with both sleeves, shattering the two dilapidated wooden windows.

Thousands of fragments shrieked through the air, attacking the man in Tsing Yi who was playing the piano leisurely on the arhat couch indoors.

The strong wind lifted Su Mushi's dark hair over his shoulders, and his eyes, which had been fixed on the strings, were lifted slightly. He still had that immortal and elegant appearance, but there was a bloodthirsty smile of Shura on the corner of his mouth. .

He waved his sleeves, and a white light that was so weak that it was almost unrecognizable rose up, and it inflated a hundred times in an instant, filling the room.When the pieces of the wooden window hit the white light wall, they were smashed into fine powder. When the sawdust fell, the white light suddenly disappeared, and it turned out to be a short sword held by Su Muzhe.

A thin, bladeless, paper-made sword.

This is more like a toy used by children to play and play, but the slight contempt in the eyes of the teacher and sacrifice god has been completely replaced by solemnity - the gentleman of Seven Swords will never use useless weapons to deal with powerful enemies.

Just as he thought about it, Su Muzhe let out a clear whistle, and jumped up from the couch, with green shirt and black hair, flinging away the phantom in the air with a "wow", and had escaped from the window. Arrows flutter.

A few zhang away, Shi Jishen could already hear the sound of wind and thunder as the paper sword tore the air, his pupils narrowed, his gray sleeves fluttered, his feet were folded on the railing, like a huge gray leaf, flying along the sword fall back.

"Want to escape?!" Su Muzhe smiled and swung his sword.

Wherever the strength of the paper sword passed, the wooden floor slabs laid on the long corridor were split open, and the broken floor slabs flew up one after another, chasing after the priest.

The gray shadow leaped horizontally and flew up to the roof of the Hidden Sword Pavilion. The next moment, the roof was shaken by the amazing sword energy covered by Su Mu, and a hole was opened in the roof. Amidst the rubble and dust, the blue shadow rushed out, and the pale sword light left the master to worship the god The throat is only a few feet away.

However, it is the end of the battle!The priest suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, and finally slapped out his palms that had been tucked in his sleeves lightly. With a muffled sound, half of the glazed tiles on the roof were blown away and shot in all directions.

There was a slight chill in the priest's neck, and a small wound had already been cut by the tail of the sword energy, but the other party didn't take advantage of it, and was swept by his powerful palm, and fell back into the hole with a muffled grunt.Shi Jishen gained the upper hand with one move, took advantage of the situation and went straight to catch up, and also jumped from the hole in the roof.

Su Muzhe's face turned pale, and he fell down on the couch with his sword in hand. He looked up at the master priest jumping down from the air. He moved, trying to get up to defend against the enemy, but he was injured internally, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Master Su, you shouldn't underestimate the enemy!" Master Jishen smiled proudly, and just as he was about to strike, Su Mushi suddenly stretched out an arm from behind the huge screen against which his back was leaning. His white sleeves were wide and his palm was also white and slender. .With a slight tap of the fingers, two chess pieces on the chessboard on the couch jumped up suddenly, and shot towards the eyes of the master priest at an unrecognizable speed.

Changing his elbows and armpits, Shi Jishen was unprepared, jumped backwards, his back smashed through the wall, and flew out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion backwards.He was in the air, and he knocked down the two chess pieces with his sleeves flying, and several swift and invisible sword qi also struck his face.

Master Jishen let out a low whistle, and his nearly exhausted figure turned two more times in the air, and landed floatingly, with some blood dripping on the grass where he was standing.He still couldn't dodge the last sword qi, the gray robe on his left shoulder was torn open, and blood flowed profusely.

He was indeed careless, he didn't expect that there was another master hiding in the room of Seven Swords Gentleman!Shi Jishen pointed to several acupuncture points on his left shoulder to stop the bleeding, and then raised his head coldly.

The deeply closed wooden door of the Hidden Sword Pavilion finally opened, and Su Muzhe walked out slowly. He had already wiped off the blood on his lips, and his face was calm and calm, as if he had never gone through the fierce battle just now. Said: "You and I are both wounded, do you want to continue the fight? Su doesn't want to engage in this unnecessary fight anymore, please come back!"

"Master Su, you hid a helper to plot against me, and now you want to dismiss Shi with just a few words? Oh, Shi really saw you right, you are indeed a sanctimonious hypocrite!" Shi Jishen sneered, made a mistake, and quickly Move forward like a phantom.

But there was one person who was faster than him and stood in front of him without warning—an old servant in blue and hemp shoes, with his head lowered and a reed broom in his hand, slowly sweeping the ground that was so clean that there was nothing to sweep.

The sneer on Master Jishen's lips was completely condensed. The old man seemed to be careless, but he had sealed every possible angle of his attack.This gray-haired old guy must be the unknown expert that Xun Lan had mentioned.

The master priest suddenly swung to the right, but the old servant followed him like a shadow, still standing in front of him, going left, back, and forward... The master priest had already changed six or seven movements in an instant, but the old servant was always in front of him. Three feet in front of him.

The sun shone on the gray temples of the master priest, and there was a faint glint of sweat.

Yi Shenghan sat on the horse the whole time, at first he thought that the priest worshiping the gods was enough to deal with the gentleman of seven swords, so he stood by and watched.Seeing this old servant's ghostly lightness kung fu at this moment, his heart was also greatly shaken, he flew off the horse, stood shoulder to shoulder with the master priest, and waited intently.

"Hey!" The old servant let out a muffled laugh, and tightened his hands holding the broom.

"Uncle Nine..." A palm landed gently on his shoulder just in time, his voice became more gentle like a spring breeze, and the strong murderous aura overflowing from the old servant's body disappeared instantly.

Su Muzhe's eyes flicked across the faces of Shi Jishen and Yi Shenghan, and he cupped his hands with a smile and said, "The two of you have no chance of winning today, so please listen to Su's advice and leave Broken Sword Xiaozhu. .”

Yi Shenghan knew that Su Muzhe was telling the truth, and his purpose of coming here was not to seek revenge, so there was no need to waste time fighting endlessly, so he said immediately: "We came here just to take away Mo Zuiqiu, Su Men If the Lord is willing to hand over this man, we will leave immediately."

Su Muzhe was taken aback for a moment, he was still a teacher and sacrificed to the god, and he came here this time to catch Guan Shanyu to refine medicine, but he came straight to Mo Zuiqiu instead?I don't know what the devil Master Sacrificial God is thinking!

He was hesitating when the old servant coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice: "Mo Zuiqiu left Xiaozhu for Huangshan a few days ago. You came here and found the wrong place."

"Ninth Uncle, you!"

Just as Su Muzhe wanted to complain about why the old man leaked Mo Zuiqiu's whereabouts, Yi Shenghan saw countless people, and seeing Su Muzhe's expression, he knew what the old servant said was true, so he laughed and got on the horse.

"In that case, we bid farewell."

The Master Sacrificial God also knew that today's situation was not good for him, so he took a deep look at Su Muzhe, cupped his hands and said: "There will be a period later." Then he turned and flew on his mount, and walked away with Yi Shenghan.

Watching the two riders turn around the bushes and away from sight, Su Muzhe shook his head helplessly and scolded the old servant in a low voice: "Uncle Jiu, it's not a good thing for them to find Mo Zuiqiu. Why do you..."

The old servant pulled it with wrinkled face and pulled out a slightly weird smile. "I just want to get rid of those two people as soon as possible. Other things have nothing to do with me. If they don't leave, I can only do it myself, and then it will inevitably reveal my hiding place. I have been hiding in Xiaozhu for many years, and I don't want to be recognized by them. come out."

Su Muzhe could only sigh: "I just know that you don't want to be found out and then get involved in disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu, so I don't want you to do it lightly."

He patted the old servant's shoulder reassuringly, turned and returned to the hidden sword pavilion, went upstairs and stepped into the messy living room, on the Luohan couch, there was another "Su Muzhe", sitting cross-legged and meditating with eyes closed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows as he looked at the person who was dressed in the same clothes as himself. "Master Sacrificial God is gone?" Before the words finished, there was a series of low coughs, and bloodshot eyes dripped from the corners of his mouth.

"Brother, stop talking and save yourself some energy to heal your injuries!" Persuading him, Su Muzhe knew very well in his heart that his own twin brother would never listen to him.

Sure enough, "You don't need to worry about me!" The man on the couch waved his hand impatiently, wiped the blood on his lips, and hummed, "You came back from Hangzhou last time, how brilliantly did that master's martial arts perform, I just want to follow you!" He gave it a try, but it seems to be mediocre. If you hadn't intervened halfway, I would have defeated him just now."

It turned out that he used chess pieces to clear his brother's siege before, but he was meddling in his own business.Su Muzhe had no choice but to shake his head secretly, look around, and smile wryly with this face-loving brother.A good hidden sword pavilion was made into a mess by this aggressive brother. In the end, he had to find a craftsman to repair it.

"What? Think I've caused you trouble?" The person on the couch and the brother Su Muzhe knew what Su Muzhe was thinking without looking at each other's expressions. He frowned and jumped off the Luohan couch. "I think it's better for me to leave here, anyway, I'm a superfluous person in the Su family."

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Su Muzhe sighed and held his elder brother back. "You and my brother finally met again. I will never let you suffer in exile again."

He looked at his elder brother's face, and continued: "Even if you want to leave, you have to heal your injuries first. Otherwise, if you meet Master Sacrifice God again, how can I feel relieved!" He said, brows not knowing I feel wrinkled.

The deeper knot with Liang Zi of Jishen Peak is the second thing. The look that Shicai Shishen looked at him before leaving made Su Muzhe feel even more uncomfortable-a bit contemptuous, but flashing with a sharp edge that is inevitable, As if to cut through his clothes with his eyes, see through him...

"You said that there is a master hidden in Su Muzhe's house, and the martial arts are not inferior to him?"

Yi Shenghan and Shi Jishen rode for a few miles, and after listening to Shi Jishen's description of the fight, he felt moved and murmured, "Who could that person be? Broken Sword Xiaozhu didn't listen to it except for Seven Swords Gentleman." Say there is no other first-class master."

However, regardless of the person hiding in Su Muzhe's house, just the unpredictable old servant has made him puzzled. How can such a high-level person be unknown in the Jianghu, willing to be under others and manage a lowly man? service?

It seems that both he and the Master Sacrifice seem to have underestimated Duanjian Xiaozhu, who has always been independent... Maybe one day, Duanjian Xiaozhu will become a serious threat to Tianyi Sect.

He couldn't tolerate any threats in his eyes, Yi Shenghan frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I will send an order to let Tianyi Cultists try to find out the details of that old guy. If he is a difficult person, it is better to get rid of him as soon as possible. "

The Master Sacrifice lightly brushed over the sword wound on his left shoulder, his face was expressionless, only the murderous look in his eyes.Compared with the mysterious old servant, he wanted to tear up Su Muzhe's hypocritical face even more.