Sword cuts mountains and rivers

Ye Wanqing subconsciously closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Why was he in Xiao Junlan's arms? I also knew why he was pestering someone again last night.

He noticed that the other party's eyes paused slightly on his face, and then his side turned cold, and Xiao Junlan got out of bed very lightly.

Ye Wanqing listened carefully to the movement, the man seemed to have left the room, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while he heard Xiao Junlan come in.

"Xiaowan?" The man called out to him in a warm voice.

Only then did Ye Wanqing pretend to open his eyes, his face was still burning hot, he tidied up silently, and when he saw Xiao Junlan, he unconsciously looked away.

"Brother, did you... sleep here last night?"

Xiao Junlan nodded slightly, "I'll be back around dawn."

"Mission completed?"

Xiaojunlan said "hmm" again, put porridge and side dishes on the table, and said to him, "There are still some finishing touches, it happens that Tongyin is begging for Qiao in the city today, would Xiaowan stay with me for another day?"

Tong Yin begging for a cleverness?It turns out that today is the Qiqiao Festival.This festival is usually celebrated by lovers, because it is close to the July Half Ghost Festival, and there are often little ghosts in the city.

Ye Wanqing hesitated for a while, but quickly agreed.

"I'm with my brother."

"What task did senior brother do yesterday, why didn't you call me?" Ye Wanqing was relieved to see that Xiao Junlan didn't intend to start early.

Xiao Junlan: "Xiao Wan fell asleep last night, I couldn't bear to cry."

Guessing this was the case, Ye Wanqing knew that Jun Lan was unwilling to answer his previous question, so he didn't ask further.

The two of them ate breakfast at the inn, to be precise, he was the only one, Xiaojunlan had already had a bigu, and only occasionally ate all kinds of food.

During the day and morning, he continued to practice calligraphy in the inn without interruption. He found that his calligraphy was not like the standard style copied, but more and more like Xiaojunlan.

The genealogy of the ghosts he wrote silently, Xiao Junlan seemed to have discovered something, and smiled lowly beside him.

Ye Wanqing was distressed looking at the words she wrote, and felt a little headache, "Senior brother, I write according to your words every day, and now the words I write are like you."

There is also a slight gap, his font is more immature, not as sharp as Xiaojunlan, and looks more round and delicate.

"Xiao Wan's understanding is very strong, if you don't want to be like me, I will find you a new temporary post in the future."

Ye Wanqing: "No, that's fine."

If he finds a new one, there will definitely be another trouble. Xiaojunlan has already helped him a lot.

In the afternoon they went to the streets and alleys of the city to familiarize themselves with the terrain. Xiao Junlan told him some about the habits of ghosts, and he listened patiently. After they finished reading, it was almost dark.

The so-called Tongyin begging for cleverness is one of the great customs in the world.It is rumored that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet at the Magpie Bridge on July [-]th. On this day, the girls will put on new clothes and beg for wisdom from the Weaver Girl under the plane tree.If you meet a man you like, you will give the handkerchiefs, gold and silk weaves weaved the day before to him.

The sycamore trees in the city are covered with small red lanterns, with tassels hanging down and turning around, strands of candlelight form thousands of lights.

Ye Wanqing saw the Wangmagpie Bridge built in the city from a distance, and there were people coming and going there. When he was a child in the barren hills outside Kyushu City, he did not know the story of the Wangmagpie Bridge.

"The so-called Wangmagpie Bridge means that the Magpie Bridge is built on the bank of Wangchuan Lake. Once it is a good relationship in the world of mortals, second it is a lifetime of knowing each other, three it is a hundred years, and four it is not forgotten."

Xiao Junlan patiently told him the allusion, "Further away from the Huxin Pavilion, there is a tower of Wangqing, nine stories high, and after walking up and down, it means forgetting the past and regaining the various forms of the world."

"Then senior brother... where are we going?"

"We're going to the lake."

Wang Que Bridge was particularly crowded, because most lovers had to cross it four times, and Ye Wanqing was pushed and shoved by the crowd.Until the person beside him called him "Xiaowan", and then his hand was held.

Xiao Junlan took him, almost holding him in his arms, and led him away from pedestrians. He leaned against Xiao Junlan's chest, and out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the mandarin ducks crossing their necks on the magpie bridge.

The two of them walked the Magpie Bridge once, which meant "a good relationship in the world of mortals". Ye Wanqing smelled the faint fragrance of orchids, and her thoughts slowly drifted away.

Until Xiao Junlan called him "Xiaowan" again, Ye Wanqing felt a little hot, resisted not touching the tips of her ears, and quickly responded, when she turned her head, she almost felt something brushing against the tips of his ears.

Xiao Junlan seemed to be laughing, the laughter was low, and the feeling of numbness that made his whole body come back in the morning, Ye Wanqing's cheeks were also a little hot, and she asked, "What's wrong?"

The clear, youthful voice was a little uncomfortable.

"Look at the road, do you want me to carry you later?"

The heat on Ye Wanqing's face did not fade away for a while, and when they crossed the Wang Que Bridge, there were far fewer people around, and he let go of his hands as if he had been scalded, and his palms were covered with sweat.

The two of them only walked the Wangmagpie Bridge once, so for some reason, the Wangmagpie Bridge was indispensable.

"Once passed is a good relationship in the world of mortals, it is difficult to know each other and stay together, trust each other, scatter the two dusts, leaving only resentment.

Two pass this life to know each other and stay together, the years are hard to last for a hundred years, gathering less and leaving more, life and death are boundless, yin and yang are separated.

After three hundred years of acquaintances, there is no relationship in the next life, and the previous relationship is difficult to continue. "

The two passed by the Wangmagpie Bridge, like countless couples in pairs, and when they reached the end, they parted soon.

Ye Wanqing was still a little uncomfortable, saying that she was going to the lake, but Xiao Junlan was not in a hurry, and was interested in showing him the lanterns around Bibo Lake, as well as the masks of gods and Buddhas made by mortals.

In the past 3000 years, there has only been one sword master in Kyushu.The name of the sword master is Rugao, and it is rumored that there is only a wisp of his soul left in his original body, and after retreating, he was crowned the first in Kyushu swordsmanship.

"This sword master is an infatuated person. He has been guarding for thousands of years but has not waited for someone. In the end, he was discouraged and retreated, and his swordsmanship reached the pinnacle."

Ye Wanqing took a look, and the masks on them were all great talents who had already fallen.For example, the Immortal Linhua thousands of years ago, the Thirteenth Holy Lord, the Immortal Fuheng who saved the immortal sect, the head of the Beheading Envoy organization thousands of years ago, Ru Fei... and the sword held by the merchant in front of him is enshrined as Rugao.

The rest are ghost kings, Rakshasa ghosts, the ancient Tianming tribe, Dizang tribe... all kinds of them emerge in endlessly, making people dazzled.

Ye Wanqing's gaze rested on the sword master's mask, which was exquisitely carved, with shallow sword patterns at the end of the eyes, looking chilling and cold.

"Like this?" Xiao Junlan asked him.

Ye Wanqing's dream is to become the sword god of Kyushu, and the sword master is the closest, so he nodded.

Seeing him nodding, Xiao Junlan took the sword master mask for him, and said in a casual tone, "Do you like sword practice well?"

Ye Wanqing nodded subconsciously, realizing something, met Shang Xiaojun's eyes, and slightly pursed her lips.

"I just feel... very powerful."

How many people's lives are so insignificant, and most of them are very powerful people who can leave bright traces in the world.

Xiao Junlan paid the silver and handed him the mask.

He didn't put it on, but put it away, thinking that it should be reciprocated. Although he is a poor man, he can still afford small things in the world.

"Brother, do you like anything... I can give it to you too."

Ye Wanqing was worried that she would lose face for a while, so she secretly counted her silver taels, which should be enough.

"Little Wan give me a red note."

Give a red strip, write down the blessing and tie it to the Qianqiu tree. If the god appears, the wish will come true in the future.

Ye Wanqing agreed, and went there to buy two red notes, each of them wrote their own.

His wish is very simple, he hopes that Master will be in good health, that Meng Yi will go well, that Xiaojun will always be happy, and finally he will write down his own.

——Crown the God of Swords early, cut mountains and rivers with one sword, and shocked Kyushu with his fame.

Ye Wanqing wrote quickly, he couldn't help but glanced at Xiao Junlan, and only saw the word "sake".

I don't know what Xiao Junlan wrote, he quickly looked away, thinking about sake, but couldn't think of anything.

The red strips of the two people were hung up, and Ye Wanqing couldn't hold back and asked, "What did you write, brother?"

"Write it casually, mentioning a poem."

Xiao Junlan asked him: "Where is Xiaowan? What is it writing?"

"Those written by ordinary people," Ye Wanqing turned her head, "it won't work if you say it."

The two of them arrived at the edge of Bibo Lake, where there were many boats and bright lanterns floating on the lake, weaving a bright Milky Way on the lake.

The end of what Xiao Junlan said was the water ghosts that had recently appeared in the city. The water ghosts were extremely resentful, and had already killed more than a dozen people within half a month.

Today is Qiqiao Festival again, many people take boats, there may be danger in the lake at any time.

Ye Wanqing followed Xiao Junlan on board the boat, the two of them were at the stern of the boat, lying on the edge of the Zhulan, they could see a black shadow reflected on the lake.

He is not afraid of water ghosts, but he is a little seasick. Watching the water slowly turn pale, he almost spits out while lying on the railing.

Not to mention the Wangmagpie Bridge in the distance, he didn't even have time to look at the lanterns underneath, his eyes went dark for a while, Xiao Junlan supported him.

"Xiao Wan... are you seasick?"

Ye Wanqing: "I wasn't dizzy before, but now I'm a little dizzy."

His eyeballs were still looking at the lake below, and the more he watched, the more dizzy he became. In the past, his master used a small boat to carry him, and he was not dizzy at all, but now he is on the boat.

With Xiaojun around, it was not a problem to deal with the water ghosts. He only saw black shadows appearing at the stern of the boat.

Those black shadows turned into ashes and dissipated in the air. The boat had already reached the middle of the lake, and there was no way to turn back at this time. He had to endure it for another half an hour.

Xiaojunlan kept supporting him, but he still vomited, all over Xiaojunlan.He remembered that Xiao Junlan was obsessed with cleanliness, but Xiao Junlan just performed a cleansing technique, and then carried him down when the boat docked.

He couldn't tell if Xiao Junlan was angry.Unexpectedly, the words on the road when he arrived came true, Xiao Junlan carried him back to Linghe Peak, his voice became a little cold.

"Xiao Wan, I will hand over my robe to you for washing tomorrow."

Ye Wanqing knew she was in the wrong, so she couldn't say anything, so she agreed.

When he arrived at Linghe Peak, when Huai Jin saw him, his eyes were obviously surprised, and he didn't say anything. He first boiled the medicine for him according to Xiao Junlan's order.

Xiao Junlan took off his robe to him, and there were two bowls of concoction, besides the one for fever, the other one was tonic soup, which could cure his seasickness.

He finished the two bowls of concoction, Xiao Junlan had other things and didn't stay by his side for a long time, maybe it's because of drinking the tonic soup, his body is extra hot today.

Xiaojunlan's outer robe was placed beside his bed, he liked the orchid fragrance on it, and today the orchid fragrance penetrated his body in a thread, and it took him a long time to fall asleep.

After falling asleep, I had a dream. I dreamed that he was still in Xiaojunlan's arms. The cinnabar mole at the end of my eye was being rubbed inch by inch by the man's fingertips. The same was true at the corners of my lips. The breaths were entwined, and the air seemed to change. It was scorching hot and scalding hot.

The moment Xiao Junlan approached him slowly, he suddenly opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly wet, and he was panting when he opened his mouth.

Ye Wanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she touched down with her hand, and felt a piece of dampness.

"Is the person already asleep?"

He heard the voice of the culprit in the dream through the door. The door was pushed open from the outside. He panicked and subconsciously continued to pretend to be asleep.

When the man reached the side of the bed, he could tell at a glance whether he was pretending to be asleep. The man touched the end of his eyes with his fingertips, and his voice was gentle and low.

"Xiao Wan...why are you crying?"

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Tongyin Qiqiao——Tongyin Qiqiao in July of Chen Mei's "Moonman Qingyou Picture" in the Qing Dynasty.