[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Rumors about a sad relationship

After entering Xiaogu, the peach blossoms are still flourishing.With a low cry, the white crane flew towards the depths of the small valley.While waving her hand at it, the girl turned her head to look at Song Que: "Who are you?"

This question stunned Song Que for a long time. Since he became famous after defeating Badao Yueshan, no one asked him this question again.In other words, no one dared to ask him this question again.

Who is he?

He is the leader of the Song Clan, the number one sword master in the world, a heavenly sword that no one dares to mess with in the Central Plains martial arts, this is the title added before his name Song Que.

"Don't you remember your name?" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, the girl couldn't help asking.

"I remember."

"Then what's your name?"

"My name is Song Que, the Song of Song Qi Liang Chen, the Que of Ning Que rather than Chaos."

"It's better to be short than to be indiscriminate?"

"Correct."

"Then you are definitely not the one who is missing the moon."

"what?"

"Because the moon is cloudy and sunny, the moon only has a few days in a month. If your lack is that lack, then you will have many days in a year that are really lacking. Fortunately, your It is a lack that is better than excess."

Hearing the girl's words, Song Que couldn't help but laugh.

The breeze blew by, and sent one or two petals, which fell on his handsome face with no trace of blemish. It looked as if it had been accidentally stained by the rouge from his daughter's house. If it weren't for the whiteness on his temples, He looked like a handsome young man in his twenties.

"Why do you have white hair?" The girl also saw the white hair on his temples and asked curiously.

"Because I'm old." Song Que has always been very open about age. Birth, old age, sickness and death have always been the same since ancient times. This is a natural law and there is no need to worry about it.

Hearing Song Que's answer, the girl's eyes were full of doubts, and a whispered word floated out of her mouth: "Can you all live forever?"

The girl's voice was extremely soft and weak, even with Song Que's hearing ability, he could only faintly hear the word "you".

"The peach blossoms here will also be withering soon." The girl looked towards the peach blossom forest. No matter how lively and gorgeous the peach blossoms are, there is only a short flowering season.After the season is over, it can only fall into the soil. Even if it can bloom again in the coming year, it will not be the original flowers.

"The flowers in Lingnan are different from those in the Central Plains. The flowers here can bloom for four months."

"Really?" Hearing this, the girl couldn't help showing a happy smile. It's better to be longer than shorter.

"Naturally, because the peach blossoms in Lingnan can also bloom in winter, there is peach blossom wine made from peach blossoms in full bloom in winter." Song Que said that he came to this small valley again because of winter peach blossom wine. of.

"What is peach blossom wine?"

"It's a liquid brewed from peach blossoms and glutinous rice."

"Is that like water?"

"No, peach blossom wine has a faint peach color, and it tastes very lightly sweet."

"What shall we do then?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"I would like to know."

"At your age, it's better not to know."

"why?"

"Because wine is mostly used to relieve sorrow, whether it's peach blossom wine or other wines."

"Can wine still soothe your worries?"

"nature."

"Then do you like to drink?"

"Ah."

"Then do you drink to relieve your sorrow?"

"Of course not." Song Que showed a funny expression again, he is naturally not the kind of person who uses alcohol to escape.

"I'm not one to drink away my worries." The girl looked at him and blinked.

"so?"

"So can you teach me?"

"No."

"Isn't it okay not to use it to relieve your worries?"

"You are too young for drinking."

"Can't you drink at a young age?"

"Of course, wine is not for children."

"But I'm not a child anymore."

"If you say something like this, it proves that you are still a child."

"Is it a child who says that? Is it an old man who says I'm not old?"

"...This is the same as a drunk person saying that he is not drunk yet."

"Why do drunk people say they are not drunk?"

"Because they don't want to admit that they are drunk, they can continue to drink as long as they are not drunk, and only by continuing to drink can they get completely drunk."

"I don't understand."

"Of course you won't understand, and you'd better not understand."

"Will everyone understand that?"

"Most people will understand."

"Then I want to understand too."

Hearing these very innocent words, Song Que couldn't help shaking his head, and a complex and difficult look flashed in his jewel-like eyes.There are so many people in this world who don't want to understand this taste, and how few people don't understand this taste.Even he himself has understood this feeling for a long time.

Know what is drunk, also know what is sad.

"Oh, my paper was blown away." Suddenly, the girl let out a low cry, and ran towards the peach blossom tree not far away. Several pieces of light blue paper were blown up by the wind, leaving the branch of the peach tree where it was before. superior.The girl ran over in a hurry, and the paper, which was as thin as weightless, had been blown into the air by the wind.

"Xiaobai." The girl called softly, and as soon as she finished speaking, a figure fell in front of her, and the few pieces of paper that were blown into the air by the wind also came in front of her.

The girl took the papers: "Thank you."

Song Que could not help looking at the paper for a while, the quality of the paper was not good, but the different shades of blue made the paper look like flowing water.

"You did this?" Song Que asked.

The girl nodded.

"What are you doing with these papers?"

"For writing." The girl gently folded the papers, and took out a stack of papers pressed by stones from under the peach blossom tree. There are white, red, yellow, green, blue and purple colors, and the colors are colorful and interlaced. They are very beautiful when stacked together. .

Song Que looked into the stack of papers, and some of them already had words written on them.He took one of them and looked at it carefully. On the green paper was written with yellow paint:

What grass is not yellow?When will it not work?Who will not?Operate Quartet.

Seeing the girl's handwriting, Song Que's heart skipped a beat. Her handwriting is like red lotus reflecting water, green marshes floating clouds, beautiful and cheerful, fluttering and caressing. It is really rare, and it is definitely not something that ordinary families can cultivate.Even if he is a son of the Song family, he has been taught by famous teachers since he was a child, and he can't use his pen well.It is rare in the world to be able to practice such calligraphy at such a young age.

Song Que looked at the white flute pinned to the girl's waist again, remembered the sound of the flute he heard just now, and couldn't help asking: "Are you playing the flute just now?"

"Yes."

Hearing this answer, Song Que understood, and then frowned again: "Are you playing the flute in the sky?"

"That's right." The girl still smiled innocently, and she didn't feel at all how dangerous it is to play the flute in the sky.

"That's why you fell."

Hearing this, the girl's smile faded a little, and her voice became much softer: "Yes..."

Song Que looked at her expressionlessly, there was no trace of a smile on his flawless face, and his jewel-like eyes became extremely deep.Once Song Que lowered his face, he had a forceful demeanor without anger or self-importance.Even the top players in the arena would be drenched in cold sweat from being frightened.Over the years, countless martial arts masters have been frightened by him.

"...I'm sorry." The girl lowered her head and said softly.

Seeing that she had a good attitude of admitting her mistakes, Song Que withdrew his gaze and looked at the white crane in the distance.

Seeing him looking at the white crane in the distance, the girl walked a little closer, and gently tugged at his sleeve: "I'm sorry, don't be angry."

Song Que was stunned for a moment when the girl grabbed his sleeve suddenly, then felt helpless, how could he be angry with a little girl.But if she is not allowed to know the seriousness of this matter, then she will definitely commit the crime again in the future.Thinking of this, Song Que remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the girl felt uneasy, she pulled Song Que's sleeve again, and said softly: "I won't be like that in the future, don't be angry, okay?"

It was the first time in Song Que's life that someone pulled his sleeves like this. He looked down at the girl and asked calmly, "Aren't you afraid of falling off before?"

"Don't be afraid." The girl blinked her eyes, somewhat confused about what Song Que meant.

"Not afraid?" Song Que frowned and raised his voice a little.

"Why are you afraid?"

"Don't you know that if you fall off a cliff you die?"

"I know."

"Then you are not afraid?"

"If you die, you won't know anything, so what are you afraid of?"

Hearing this, Song Que frowned: "Do you know what death is?"

"If you don't know anything, if you don't feel anything, you're dead."

"How did you know that?"

"I do not know."

"You are not afraid of death?"

"Why should I be afraid of death?"

"So you fell from a high altitude without even screaming."

"It's useless to scream. If you want to fall, you will fall no matter how loud you scream."

"..."

"Is not it?"

"...Then what are you afraid of?"

"I do not know."

After asking this point, Song Que had no choice but to ask any more questions.He had never seen such a young girl who was not afraid of death.No wonder he didn't hear the slightest scream when he fell from a high altitude just now.What kind of environment and encounters made her become what she is today?Why would she forget the past?Why did you come here?

Thinking about these questions, Song Que looked at the girl.She was arranging the papers of different colors, and many of them were already filled with words. Song Que glanced over inadvertently, and suddenly found that many of them were written with Buddhist scriptures.

Song Que's heart moved, and he took a few of the scriptures written on them and looked at them carefully, including "The Sutra of Perfect Enlightenment", "The Sutra of Bodhi Heart", "Sutra of the Basic Vows of Medicine Master Tathagata", "Sutra of Praising the Buddha of the Pure Land", "Sutra of Immeasurable "Shou Jing".Some of them even he didn't know which Buddhist scriptures they came from. Why did this girl copy so many scriptures at such a young age?

The author has something to say:

The poem "He Cao Bu Huang" comes from the Book of Songs. It is interesting to write He Cao Bu Huang with yellow paint on green paper.These papers are all dyed with plants. Let me tell you a little bit, red can be dyed with madder, sumac, safflower, etc., yellow can be dyed with pomegranate peel, amurberry, gardenia, turmeric, etc., and blue can be dyed with indigo and woad. , wood indigo, horse indigo, etc., purple with comfrey, hematoxylin, laurel, etc., green with frozen green, marigold, viola, etc., and many dyed plants such as yam, onion skin, sophora japonica, etc. Rice, green persimmon, black bean skin, gallnut, etc., can obtain many rich and natural colors through different dyeing methods and mordants.

"The red lotus reflects the water, the floating clouds in the blue marsh" was used by Tang people to describe the calligraphy of Mrs. Wei, who was Wang Xizhi's teacher.