Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

Meng Jing rolled up his sleeves, washed the handkerchief, and lay down on the ground to wipe it carelessly.

He was dizzy, his breath was still unstable, and the veil was soaked in water, like a lump of bitingly cold ice, and it was painful to hold it in his hand.

There was a cold wind blowing outside the window, she crossed the door and rushed inside, Meng Jing shivered, gathered the outer robe on her body, brushed the tip of her nose with her fingers, and a faint fragrance came from her.

He smelled the fragrance, and suddenly remembered that when his mother hugged him, he also had this similar smell on his body, like a light orchid, slightly sweet, wrapped in the cold wind of the deep winter, smelling unconsciously It's cold, but it feels soft, like a mother's soft embrace.

Meng Jing stared blankly at the ground, replaying the appearance of his parents before they died. They used their bodies to withstand the boulder, and the blood fell on his face with warmth. The blood contained hot tears and was blurred. His face was touched, as if someone had poured a basin of scalding water on his head, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain.

"Live...my son...live well..."

The weak words still echoed in his ears, Meng Jing raised his hands to hug himself, and touched and touched the cloth with his fingertips.

The wiped floor was as clean as new, reflecting his sluggish face. In an instant, a drop of water hit the ground, blurring his despondent face, splashing tiny, imperceptible water splashes, sporadically falling on him unconsciously. on the back of the hand.

There was a whimpering cry, forbearance and grief, Meng Jing clenched her fists tightly, fell to the ground and curled up into a ball.

After a while, soft footsteps sounded outside the building, as if someone was coming.

Meng Jing was taken aback, and hurriedly wiped his eyes dry and turned his back. Hearing the footsteps seemed to be at the door, he pretended to be calm and turned his head.

"What are you doing here?" Meng Jing looked at the person standing by the door indifferently.

Yin Qiu held the bucket and handkerchief in his hand, did not speak, just walked to the other side in silence, leaned over and wiped the ground.

Meng Jing's mood was not calm, and she said to Yin Qiu's back with red eyes: "Go out."

Yin Qiu didn't stop moving, and still didn't say a word.

"I told you to go out!" Meng Jing threw the veil hard, "Are you deaf!"

Only then did Yin Qiu speak up, "Why should I go out?"

Meng Jing stared at her: "Stop pretending to be a good person! I don't want you to pity me!"

Seeing that his eyes were red, Yin Qiu knew that he must have cried a lot, so he felt a little uncomfortable, and said flatly: "The master punished us for mopping the floor, but he didn't say that each person only mopped one building. I don't mean to pity you."

Meng Jing sat on the ground blankly, speechless for a moment, he watched Yin Qiu hurriedly wiped the other side nimbly, then opened his lips slightly and said, "I won't thank you."

Yin Qiu said, "I don't want you to thank me either."

Meng Jing didn't speak again, just sat slumped on the ground, staring at Yin Qiu fixedly.

Yin Qiu saw that his eyes were full of tears, his nose was red from crying, and his throat was still moving. It was obvious that he was suppressing his emotions. He didn't want to show weakness by crying in front of Yin Qiu. Yin Qiu paused, and finally couldn't help sighing. : "Meng Jing... There are some things I wanted to tell you a long time ago. I am also very sorry about your parents' affairs, but I have no choice but I don't know what to do," she began to talk to her here. Choked up, lowered his head and said, "I don't want to become like this..."

Meng Jing burst into tears after hearing these words, and couldn't hold back the grievance in her heart anymore, sobbing loudly: "But my parents... my parents are dead, I don't have any parents anymore... "

He cried bitterly, as if he wanted to vent all the hurt in his heart, and said in a hateful voice: "Everyone here bullies me, everyone dislikes me, everyone thinks I'm a mess, think I'm deliberately embarrassing you, even though I I also know why they hate me, but you have Uncle Man who loves me, what about me? I have nothing! You can be taken down the mountain by Uncle Man to play, but I can’t even see Senior Sister Lu. Who asked me Is the sentence hurt? Has anyone ever asked me if I feel sad!"

"You are good at reading and learning kung fu. Who in the yard didn't praise you when they mentioned you? But every time they saw me, it was like seeing some ghost, mocking and sarcastic in front of my face, and secretly Say I have a weird temper, say that I pissed off my parents to death, who do I turn to to blame? Thousands of mistakes are my fault, I should die, I should go to the eighteenth level of hell to make your eyes clean !"

"The reason why I am willing to come to Yunhua Palace is to learn martial arts and take revenge." Meng Jing broke down in tears, covering her head with her hands, and said sadly, "But I am a useless useless person. I can't hold a sword in this life. Do you think I hate you? , In fact, of course I know that I should hate the Ziwei Sect more, but I can't learn Kung Fu, so what can I do to avenge my parents? You can't beat me, what's the point of me being alive... what's the point..."

The more he spoke, the softer he spoke, and in the end there was only an indistinct guttural voice left. The whole person was helpless and desperate, shrinking into a small ball, trembling fiercely in the cold wind.

Yin Qiu stared at him blankly, opened his mouth several times to speak, but couldn't.

All along, Yin Qiu had never thought about what Meng Jing would be like in his heart. He was shocked to hear his cry at this moment, but the truth is not what he said?

She also has no parents and no relatives, but Yin Qiu still has Man Jiangxue, and now she has a good friend Fu Xiang. Although she is not good at dealing with people, all the classmates in the palace are very friendly to her, and Meng Jing So far, I have only been close to Lu Huaiwei, but Lu Huaiwei was seriously injured, and no one is allowed to visit him at will. He is regarded as a different kind by all the disciples. No one wants to make friends with him. He walks alone every day, like a ghost, floating around Go, only to be suspected.

Once upon a time, Yin Qiu also came here like this. An orphan without father and mother, she was bullied. Facing the malicious bullying by others, she could only endure and suffer, without any power to fight back. But she met Man Jiangxue, With a new life, I gradually forgot those pains.

But what is pain?It was a scar engraved in the bone, which could be ignored on weekdays, but once it flared up in the dead of night, it would cause a bone-piercing pain, which could not be completely erased.

When she first came to Yunhua Palace, Yin Qiu was once confused and confused. She felt lonely and afraid of the strange environment, but she forced herself to integrate into this place and used the hard-won learning opportunity to fill the emptiness in her heart so that Don't think about those sad things, so that you can live as happily as possible.

But Meng Jing didn't have such a choice, he was forced to come here, he wanted revenge, but he suffered from heart disease and couldn't practice martial arts. Kong can only wrap himself with a hard shield to protect himself.

His pain came too suddenly, and he didn't have time to digest it properly. He was full of resentment and grief, so he could only show his worst side to the people around him, but the result was just the opposite.

·

There was no sound of speech in the hall for a long time, only Meng Jing's restrained and suppressed crying, mixed with the continuous wind, it smelled particularly desolate.

Yin Qiu wanted to comfort him several times, but she felt that it was useless to say anything at this time. She looked heavy, thought and thought, and finally stood up and approached Meng Jing, saying: "If you really want to replace your father Mother's revenge is not only a way out of learning martial arts."

Meng Jing looked up at her and said hoarsely, "What do you mean..."

"Master once said a word," Yin Qiu said with sincere eyes, "Everything is inferior, but if you are good at studying, you can't learn martial arts, so you should study hard. If you study well, you can still be of great use."

Meng Jing was dumbfounded.

"There is nothing you can't get through," Yin Qiu said again, "but the premise is that you must cheer up. Don't waste your studies anymore. It's not easy to go to school. When I was living on the street, I dreamed of studying." , Now that my wish has come true, I am very happy and working very hard. Firstly, I want to be worthy of my uncle’s kindness, and secondly, I also want to be worthy of myself. Your parents are in the spirit of heaven, and I certainly don’t want to see you so decadent. Take a step back and say , Sister Lu treats you well? You said that if she recovers, will she be disappointed when she hears that you are not good in school?"

Meng Jing was stunned for a long time: "You can study...and you can't kill people. I want to avenge my parents, so how can I do it by just dancing..."

Yin Qiu said patiently: "Haven't you heard the stories about those great generals leading troops to fight? Generals are skilled in martial arts, galloping on the battlefield, but there is always a resourceful military advisor by his side, just like the head of the sect, she doesn't go out of the palace easily , just order the senior brothers and sisters to do things, and stay in the palace to use tricks to deal with the Ziwei sect, if you don't read a lot, how can you have such a mind?"

Hearing every word and every word, Meng Jing thought for no reason, as if a small cluster of faint fires were ignited in front of his eyes.

Even if you can't practice martial arts, as long as you read the book well, you can take revenge?Can it also deal with Ziwei Cult?

Meng Jing's throat tightened, and she looked at Yin Qiu silently.

Under the flickering candlelight, Yin Qiu squatted half-squatting, his forehead wet with sweat, and his hair was still wet. His face was as thin as celadon, fair and clean, and very beautiful, especially those eyes, which were truly one in a million. The outer canthus is slightly raised, the double eyelids are as deep as carefully carved, under the long fan-like eyelashes, a pair of pupils are clear and bright, like a clear spring reflecting the hazy moon.

Meng Jing had never looked at Yin Qiu at such a close distance before. He used to see her with a haggard and sick face. Until now, Meng Jing was surprised that Yin Qiu had such a look. For the dying little girl, the person in front of her has completely changed.

After a long time, Meng Jing asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you tell me this?"

Yin Qiu said, "Because I heard it."

Meng Jing looked puzzled: "What did you hear...?"

"When you were in Sangyu Mountain, you told your parents that you wanted to ask a doctor to treat me," Yin Qiu said, "I heard it."

Meng Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears flickered in her eyes.

"Although I was very sick at that time, I didn't sleep all the time, and I was awake sometimes," Yin Qiu said, "I heard you arguing with your parents and asking them to feed me and cover me with two more quilts. You also said that you would rather die of illness than see a doctor with the money you earned from murder, I have always kept these words in my heart, which is why I have always tolerated you."

After saying this, Yin Qiu looked into Meng Jing's eyes again, half inquiring and half expecting, and asked: "So, you are not bad at heart, right?"

Meng Jing looked back at Yin Qiu, and then at himself in Yin Qiu's eyes, he choked up, and suddenly burst into tears again.

"It's all my fault... I should try my best to stop them. If I could persuade them to send you away, what happened next wouldn't happen..."

Yin Qiu looked up at the carvings on the beams, and said softly: "But it has already happened, and there is no way to undo it. If it is possible, I also hope that nothing will happen to my parents, but that is impossible. You are finally killed by your parents." After being cared for for more than ten years, I haven't even seen my parents, but I survived, and so can you."

Meng Jing closed his red, swollen and sore eyes, and said in a sense of loss, "Then you don't hate me...I treated you so badly before," he wiped away his tears fiercely, and said, "I hit you, scolded you , and spread all the resentment on you, how can you talk to me so calmly? Shouldn't you take revenge on me while no one is here? "

Yin Qiu twitched the corners of his mouth and shook his head: "What are you talking about? I have been scolded more harshly and beaten more painfully. In comparison, you can only be seen as a fool," she smiled wryly. He also said, "You may not have imagined how miserable I was. Every day I expected someone to save me, and I was disappointed every day. I gradually learned to swallow my anger, and I learned to make room for everything. It's not just me. I used to The girls I know, we all came here."

Meng Jing's mind was shaken, and he was once again speechless.

After another long time, he tore off his outer robe and handed it to Yin Qiu, saying, "You go..."

Yin Qiu looked at his expression: "I said, I don't feel sorry for you, Master punished us together."

"You don't need to say it, I know your intentions," Meng Jing said, "I do my own thing, I don't need your help, let alone... I also want to be alone."

Hearing that the tone he spoke to her was no longer as fierce as usual, Yin Qiu was secretly relieved in her heart.

She opened Meng Jing's heart a little this time. The relationship between the two should ease down. If you don't want to be friends with Meng Jing, at least don't be enemies. It's better to use it as air than to speak ill at each other when meeting each other before.

Yin Qiu seemed to be relieved, and immediately felt a lot more relaxed physically and mentally. She got up, and seeing Meng Jing hanging her head without any response, she didn't say anything, and went straight to the outside of the building.

"Are your parents also killed by the Ziwei Sect?" Suddenly, Meng Jing's voice came again.

Yin Qiu paused: "Yes."

Meng Jing asked again: "Then do you want to avenge them?"

"I didn't want to before."

"Now?"

"Now..." Yin Qiu looked at the snowflakes in the night sky, recalled the barrenness on Liucang Mountain, and said in silence for a moment, "I don't know."

"If I were you, I would risk my life to kill everyone in Ziwei Cult." Meng Jing staggered up straight without looking at Yin Qiu, "Since you can learn martial arts, don't waste it in vain."

Yin Qiu unconsciously clenched her palms, she turned her head sideways, and Meng Jing carried the barrel up to the second floor step by step, her thin back was as thin as a fragile piece of paper.

It wasn't until Meng Jing's figure disappeared from sight that Yin Qiu dragged his tired body towards the direction of the disciple's courtyard.

·

When I returned to the courtyard, it was already half past Xu hour.

Due to the falling snow, there were not many people wandering around in the yard, and most of the candles in the disciples' rooms were extinguished. Yin Qiu opened the door and saw a food box wrapped in cotton cloth on the table, which was still warm. One soup, two dishes, and a small note, which Fu Xiang left for her.

Yin Qiu looked at the food, thinking that Meng Jing was still cleaning the floor of the Library Pavilion, and he didn't know when he would come back, and there must be no one left for him to eat, so he couldn't help feeling sour, feeling like crying.

After eating, Yin Qiu really didn't have the energy to take a bath, so she called hot water to wash up, then she blew out the lamp, opened half the window, and lay down on the couch with all her clothes to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Yin Qiu woke up suddenly, got up and looked towards the window, and saw that Gongzi Fan happened to fall from mid-air, holding a small stone in his hand.

"Are you waiting for me?" Young Master Fan seemed a little surprised.

"Well," Yin Qiu said, "you said you would come."

Young Master Fan went in directly through the window, without any nonsense, and asked, "Then what do you think?"

Yin Qiu said: "Tell me first, what is your relationship with my mother?"

Gongzi Fan looked at her and said, "I fell in love with your mother at first sight, I like her."

Yin Qiu raised his eyes in surprise.

"But she doesn't like me," said Gongzi Fan, "she married someone else."

Yin Qiu was dubious: "How do you prove it?"

"I knew you wouldn't believe it easily," Young Master Fan smiled, and took out a small bamboo tube from his sleeve, "Look at this."

Yin Qiu took it and opened it to see that there was a two-finger-wide note stuffed inside, on which were written two lines of small script, which looked like some kind of poem.

Yin Qiu frowned slightly: "What did you write?"

Young Master Fan Nian said: "Your question is that there is no date for return, and the night rain in Bashan floods the autumn pond."

Yin Qiu pondered the meaning of this poem and said, "She wrote it to you?"

Gongzi Fan nodded: "At that time, Man Dong went out to carry out the mission of the teacher's sect. I wrote to ask her how she was doing, and she replied to my letter."

Yin Qiu immediately opened the cabinet and took out the "Purple Sound Heart Sutra". After comparison, it was indeed mother's handwriting.

"Is this the reply?" Gongzi Fan said.

Yin Qiu kept looking back and forth, and finally asked, "Are you from Ruyimen?"

Young Master Fan paused: "It used to be."

Yin Qiu said: "So you lied to me before. You didn't come to Yunhua Palace to dig a corner at all. You came to find me on purpose."

Young Master Fan did not deny it.

Yin Qiu said: "Then you came to me, really just to teach me kung fu?"

Gongzi Fan said: "Like Man Jiangxue, I am also obliged to take care of you for Man Jiangxue. If she hadn't preempted me, I wanted to take you to Fanxin Valley. Now that you have come to Yunhua Palace, follow Man Jiangxue. It's not bad to be around, but I can't rest assured after all. After all, the Ziwei sect also wants to get you, and Man Jiangxue can't always protect you. You will encounter many unpredictable things in the future. If I can teach you some skills, If you are trained to be a talent, you will not be afraid that you will encounter the Ziwei Sect one day, and you will have no resistance at all."

Yin Qiu was still skeptical, and asked: "According to what you say, this should be a good thing. Even if the uncle knows about it, he shouldn't stop it. Why don't you let me say it?"

"Because no one knows who I am," Gongzi Fan said, "people in the world only know that I am the owner of Brahma Heart Valley, but they don't know my relationship with Mandong and Ruyimen. Once exposed, the Ziwei sect will come to find me." My troubles include that Man Jiangxue doesn't recognize me, not to mention... I have always wanted to find out why Man Dong disappeared back then, and there are some things that should be kept secret, so as to avoid unnecessary changes."

Yin Qiu understood.

"I've said everything I can say," Young Master Fan said, "Now it's up to you to choose."

Yin Qiu fell silent.

Even if she doesn't want to avenge her parents, the Ziwei Sect will never give up. As Gongzi Fan said, even with Man Jiangxue, Yin Qiu is still dangerous. If one day she is really caught by the Ziwei Sect If you can't wait for Man Jiangxue to rescue, you can only deal with it by yourself.

But if you want to deal with the Ziwei Sect, if you don't have good martial arts, it can only be a dream.

Man Jiangxue had repelled Wen Chaoyu without any effort, and was able to contend with the Ziwei Sect, but Yin Qiu couldn't. She was still too weak and not strong enough.

After a while of silence, Yin Qiu finally made up his mind and said solemnly: "Okay, I will learn martial arts from you."