Sword cuts mountains and rivers

I don't know if Xiao Junlan is serious or joking with him, no matter which one it is, it is very effective, Ye Wanqing is a little anxious after hearing this.

He doesn't want to stay.

Practicing calligraphy requires patience, and it is limited to half an hour, and it cannot be finished in advance, thinking like this, Ye Wanqing suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and began to write stroke by stroke.

Xiao Junlan looked beside him for a while, Ye Wanqing concentrated on the paper, he wrote patiently, the handwriting on the ancient books was very neat, but the words written slowly by facing Lin were much neater.

The boy at the side came in and lit the lamp for him, Ye Wanqing was so focused that she didn't notice anything else, and looked behind her, she was gone.

The servant seemed to have noticed it, and said to him: "Young master, the third son went to the front yard to report on the task, and will be back later, you can leave today after practicing."

He was indeed bluffing just now, Ye Wanqing was relieved when he heard that, he slowly finished the rest, and Xiao Junlan didn't come back after he finished writing.

The finished piece of paper was placed on the desk, and he wrote it according to the time, and then mentioned the date and name at the end of the paper.

"Young master's things are here, don't you want to come over in the future?"

So Ye Wanqing didn't touch his things, there were only a few classics, paper and pens left and right, he went back empty-handed, and came over on time for the next few days.

Most of the time Xiaojunlan was not around, and they didn't meet many times, but every practiced word Xiaojunlan had comments on it.

It's a good thing that the two don't meet very often. Xiao Junlan has a very gentle temperament, but it feels oppressive to him. He instinctively feels that it's dangerous and needs to stay away.

After Ye Wanqing finished her sword practice, she went to find Meng Yi in the evening as usual. Meng Yi came to see him a few days ago, but now he goes there every day. Meng Yi seems to be very busy practicing sword.

No one was there when he went, because he came here often and got acquainted with Meng Yi's disciples at the same time, so he randomly grabbed a disciple and asked about it.

"Meng Yi? He has been busy for the past two days, he seems to have left, he seems to have worshiped a teacher and found someone to learn swordsmanship."

"Apprentice teacher?" Ye Wanqing didn't hear about it, but he had heard about Meng Yi's going to find the elder, so he didn't know what kind of teacher he was looking for.

"Yeah, it seems that the disciples of Wangyue Peak are worshiping, and the disciples on their side are very powerful..."

Wangyue Peak is next to Linghe Peak, and the two peaks are not far away. It is the place where Xiao Junlan and Cen You practice their swords.

Ye Wanqing had never met Meng Yi at Linghe Peak, but the disciple he asked comforted him, "You don't have to worry about him, his swordsmanship has indeed improved in the past few days, and he has become much stronger than before."

He couldn't find Meng Yiren, and it was almost time, so he went to Linghe Peak.Today he was a little absent-minded, his eyelids kept twitching, and it was difficult to calm down when writing.

Xiao Junlan was in the hall today, and noticed that he had been distracted. Xiao Junlan put down the scroll in his hand and asked him, "Is there something on your mind?"

Ye Wanqing shook her head, finished practicing calligraphy with a heavy heart, and he handed the finished paper to Xiao Junlan.

This day, Xiao Junlan just looked at it, then put the paper aside and asked the servant to take him back.

It looked like it was going to rain outside, the boy held an umbrella for him, he took the umbrella to thank him, walked outside Linghe Peak and did not go back the same way.

After waiting for the boy to leave, he changed his way and went to the Moon-Watching Peak next door from the other side.

Wangyue Peak is a famous peak in Jiannan Villa, and most of them are disciples with prominent status. Besides the prominent status, this peak also gathers many highly talented disciples.

Their new disciples will stay in the Outer Peak for the first year, and they will be reclassified according to their cultivation level in the second year. Those with high cultivation base and aptitude will be sent to Wangyue Peak.

On weekdays, almost all the dignitaries he heard about were here, and there was a slight rain in the air. Ye Wanqing stepped into Wangyue Peak with an umbrella, and the sword practice should be over by now.

It was getting late, and the red paper lanterns on the branches were swaying in the wind. Ye Wanqing saw a few disciples walking in a hurry. It seemed that he was returning from sword practice. He asked a disciple for directions.

"A disciple from Waifeng?" Hearing that he was looking for someone, the disciple's gaze changed a little, and he looked him up and down. "I saw a disciple from Waifeng a few days ago. You should go to the back mountain to have a look."

There is a Wangxian Terrace on the other side of the back mountain, usually there is no one there, so the disciple showed him the way, Ye Wanqing went there with an umbrella, when the rain stopped, he put away the umbrella.

There was really no one here, he heard movement outside the door, people should be inside, and the laughter of several disciples could be heard through the wall.

Ye Wanqing's eyelids have been twitching non-stop since this afternoon, and now the twitching is even stronger. When he walked to the door, he heard a sharp "bang" in the air.

After seeing the scene inside clearly, the umbrella in his hand almost fell off.

Meng Yi was indeed inside, and there were several luxuriously dressed disciples inside.Those disciples seemed to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and one of them was holding a whip in his hand, and was whipping the back of Meng Yi who was kneeling on the ground.

The other two were applauding, and one of them raised Meng Yi's chin with a long sword, with a smile in his eyes.

"I heard that you offended Brother Cen You a few days ago, but now you are very sensible. It would be nice if you were not so obedient earlier."

"I think you are already old, and you can't go anywhere in cultivating immortality according to your bones. In the future, you will serve us... Isn't the medicine we give you more useful than your hard work in practicing swords?"

Meng Yi is 25 this year, and the best time to practice is before 24. Although it is not easy to practice sword now, it is not difficult to make progress.

The frivolous voice carried hints of unknown meaning, and when the next whip came down, Ye Wanqing threw away the umbrella in her hand, and walked over with her long sword in hand.

No wonder Meng Yi was often injured in the past few days, and Meng Yi even lied to him that he was touched by sword practice. With such injuries all over his body, how could he be good at sword practice?

A ball of anger burst out of Ye Wanqing's heart. He didn't forget to cover his face before he went up, and scattered a few paper lamps, and took advantage of the night to push away the long whip in the disciple's hand.

Fortunately, there was no one here, and several teenagers were drunk again. Ye Wanqing was one against three, and all three of them were not low in cultivation. .

"Why don't you run away!?"

Ye Wanqing let Meng Yi go, he offended someone by doing it today, he has already offended, he found a rope to tie the three drunks together, since he likes to drink, he should sober up here.

"Do you think we won't recognize you if you cover your face?" The young man with the long whip stared at him, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, and said coldly, "You'd better let us go now, or I won't let you go tomorrow." will spare you."

Ye Wanqing's mask came off slightly during his movements, and there was a cinnabar mole at the end of his eye. This tear mole was so recognizable, a look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the young man opposite him, he couldn't care less about tying up people, and immediately threw the rope and ran away .

"Come on, catch them for me—"

It seems that the group of dandy young masters deliberately dismissed the guards before they came, Ye Wanqing pulled Meng Yi and ran away, he had a good memory, when he came, he remembered the road with few people, and led Meng Yi from the road with few people to avoid the pursuit The guards on the board.

"Why did you lie to me?" Ye Wanqing was most concerned about this. He tore off the mask. He was about to say something, but seeing Meng Yi's pale face, he couldn't say anything.

"I..." Meng Yi opened his mouth, met Ye Wanqing's eyes, and lowered his head, "I met Cen You half a month ago, and he threatened me that if I didn't obey, he would make trouble for you... he Knowing that you are the number one in Waifeng, if I am not obedient, he will make you unable to stay in Jiannan Villa."

It turned out that he was threatened. Ye Wanqing guessed that Meng Yi's temperament probably also had scruples, but he didn't expect the scruples to be him.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly. Only a fool would believe this threat. According to Cen You's temperament, if he could really move so easily, why didn't he do it directly?

"You should tell me about this matter, brother Meng, you shouldn't hide it from me," Ye Wanqing analyzed patiently with Meng Yi, "If he did it, he should have done it long ago, why wait until now, those teenagers just took it for this reason You have fun."

"The more you follow them, the more they will push forward."

"What's more, I am practicing calligraphy with Senior Brother Eleven now, and I run to Senior Brother Eleven every day. They must know."

Those dudes had to give up three points when they saw Xiao Junlan, firstly because the Xiao family was a famous family of immortals, and secondly because Xiaojunlan was overwhelmed by his strength, uncrowned Kyushu Sword God, no one dared to offend him easily.

In fact, he said these words to comfort Meng Yi, after all, Xiao Junlan doesn't have to meddle in other people's business.

Meng Yi didn't say a word, his face looked gray, because he had knelt for a long time, and he was a little staggering when he walked, and he hesitated for a while without saying a word.

"In the future, if you want to practice swords and come to me, I will be number one. Why do you go to them?" Ye Wanqing planned to send some wound medicine to Meng Yi the next day. ……Don't worry."

"If they ask, just say you don't know me, and try to avoid them."

He sent Meng Yi back. He looked relaxed in front of Meng Yi, but he was actually a little worried, but he didn't regret it at all, and he would still step forward to stop him again.At that moment, he noticed the purple and gold cloud pattern on the cuffs of the boy holding the whip. If he remembered correctly, it should belong to the Nie family.

The Nie family in Jingzhou, Jiannan Villa seems to be inextricably linked with their family.What's more, the boy saw his face yesterday.

Ye Wanqing put his mask on the table. He was covered with paint, and there were bruises on the corners of his lips and cheeks, including his neck. It was obvious that he had fought with someone.

He touched the cinnabar mole at the end of his eye, looked out the window, and smeared the rain-soaked mud on his face...

Soon he shook his head and tossed and turned on the bed that night.

On the second day, as expected, news came from Wangyue Peak, saying that the eldest son Nie Hongyu had lost something, which was extremely valuable, and was stolen by a disciple of Waifeng who sneaked into Wangyue Peak last night.

I have already found out who it is, I hope that disciple will go to plead guilty to Shizi Nie, otherwise Shizi Nie will come to find him in person in the afternoon, and that person will be overwhelmed by then.

This matter was widely circulated in Jiange, and when Ye Wanqing passed by, the disciples were discussing it.

"I heard that the little thief beat up Shizi Nie. He was really daring. I have a senior brother who I know is at Moonwatching Peak. I heard that Shizi Nie was tied to a pillar last night."

"Hey... Ye Nineteen, why are you covering your face today?"

Ye Wanqing almost covered most of his face, when a disciple asked him, he answered concisely, "Yesterday I caught a cold and got some rashes on my face."

"Huh." Upon hearing that it was a rash, several disciples quickly dispersed a little and said to him, "Go to Yaoshi Peak to have a look later, so you don't get infected."

Ye Wanqing nodded, he stayed in Jiange all day, it was considered calm, and he slipped to Xiaojunlan's place as soon as it was over.

Originally, I thought Xiaojunlan would be safe here, but I didn't expect that people would come to the door directly.

Xiao Junlan is not a person who talks a lot, and he didn't bother to see the injury on his face, and continued to teach him how to practice calligraphy until a slightly gloomy boyish voice came from outside.

"Third brother... I heard that you have taken in a little thief cat these days."

Ye Wanqing almost threw the vermilion pen at his fingertips, his eyelids twitched wildly, his heart was not good, and he subconsciously looked at the master of the main hall.

Facing Shang Xiaojun's eyes, those eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy sea fog. The man's brows and eyes were warm and indifferent, as if he had already guessed something.

"Let me see if the little Thieving Cat is hiding with Third Brother."

The bead curtain was lifted, and Nie Hongyu stepped directly into the main hall.