Linque

The tit-for-tat confrontation was only two or three sentences, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them were talking again as usual.One talked and the other listened, and after a cup of tea, the Cangjian Pavilion arrived.

This pavilion contains the world's famous knives and swords. Eighteen types of weapons can be found here. Every warrior who enters the Hall of Martial Arts can come here to choose a weapon.Although Chu Heng declined several times that he didn't know how to use a sword, Yun Fei said that it would be good to keep one for viewing.

If I continue to decline, it will make people suspicious, so I still come here.

For some reason, before stepping into the gate of the Jiange, Chu Heng's heart suddenly trembled for no reason, and the idea of ​​escaping came into his mind for no reason, as if there was something in the pavilion that he subconsciously refused to face.

He was probably true, and couldn't afford a sword.

Chu Heng stopped and exhaled calmly, so as not to let Yun Fei see his strangeness.

The door of the Cangjian Pavilion slowly opened, Chu Heng calmed down his ups and downs a little, and followed Yunfei to take steps.However, the feeling of heart palpitations did not decrease but increased, and the moment he entered the door, it finally became clear to the extreme.

Chu Heng's pupils narrowed slightly, and he looked into the shadow deep in the hidden sword pavilion in disbelief.

He suddenly realized what was the cause of his heart palpitations for no reason, and the deepest fear and nightmare in his heart were buried here——

Bright silence.

The Mingji sword that he threw into the dripping water a year ago has been tossed and turned several times, and now it is stored in the hidden sword pavilion in Jiuchongque in the attitude of a sword without an owner.

There was a blank in his mind, and Yun Fei's voice in his ear was getting farther and farther away from him.

Because of the unexpected reunion with Mingji at this moment, those memories that had been sealed in the bottom of his heart flooded towards him again like a tide, engulfing him in the gap of time in a blink of an eye.

The snow fell very heavily, the sky was gloomy, and the thick clouds covered the sky, and there was no light from the sky.In front of the Tianshuang Terrace on Lishan Mountain, the man holding the Mingji sword stood in the snow in a daze, the dark red blood snaked down along the sword and fell at his feet.

"Big Brother!"

"Little Master Uncle!"

I couldn't tell who was crying in my ears, the long sword was torn away from his body, and warm blood splashed on his hand holding the sword.The place where the blood was stained suddenly seemed to be rolled over by a branding iron, and the pain was piercing, and I couldn't regain half of my strength.The long sword left his hand suddenly, and hit the ground with a "Zheng".

His heart was numb, his eyes stared blankly at the glaring blood on his hands, and there was a roar in his mind.

"Ah Yue." There seemed to be someone calling his name in a kind voice next to his ear, who could it be?

He looked up, but there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of his eyes, his vision was covered by clouds covering the sky and heavy snow, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Crying and clamor gradually went away from him, and he was the only one left in the world, and the overwhelming snow was about to completely engulf him into the sea of ​​snow——

Suddenly there was a strange force on his shoulders, and Chu Heng came back to his senses. Yun Fei was standing in front of him, shaking his hand in front of his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Heng closed his eyes and opened them again, forced a smile and said, "It's okay."

Seeing that his face was pale, Yun Fei frowned and was about to ask again, when a figure suddenly appeared in the corridor not far outside, waved in their direction, and shouted loudly: "Yun Fei! Fight with Beidian, Hurry up!"

Yun Fei's eyes lit up: "Come here!" He turned around and patted Chu Heng on the shoulder, and called a colleague who was on duty at the Tibetan Sword Pavilion today, and in a few words, he handed over the matter of choosing weapons with Chu Heng Going out, he copied the sword and ran to fight in a hurry.

Chu Heng was in a state of confusion, said a few words to the colleague, took a sword at the entrance of the hidden sword pavilion, and walked back alone in the direction he came from.

As it was approaching noon, Ling Ye walked out of the Wenqu Pavilion in the front court of the palace city.

Recently, there were a lot of miscellaneous affairs in the court, and he was a little hesitant about a few things. He couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he came to Wenqu Pavilion to look up ancient history books.

After reading the book all morning, his eyes were very sore. He was upset and didn't want anyone to follow him, so he backed away and went out for a walk by himself.

Wenqu Pavilion, like Zangjian Pavilion, is behind the Wuying Hall, separated by a garden.There are no people here on weekdays, and the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms just right, quiet and quiet, very suitable for relaxation.

Ling Ye was walking around casually when he suddenly saw a figure turning around the corridor and walking in this direction.Ling Ye squinted his eyes, and stopped at the foot of the stone steps. Someone came with a sword on his waist, and his body looked like the uniform of a newcomer in the Hall of Martial Heroes.

The slender figure was getting closer and closer, and the skylight leaking from the gap between the trees fell on him alternately, the light and shadow blurred his face, and only a hazy outline was outlined.Perhaps because of the distance, the light flickers on and off, giving people an illusion of being out of dust for no reason.

With his head slightly lowered and his cuffs on, he came from the end of the corridor against the light.The moment he raised his head, the gentle mid-autumn sun shone on his face, but he couldn't get away from the wind, frost, and snow between his brows.

Eyes full of coolness, but also full of beauty.

Ling Ye suddenly remembered a poem he read when he was young, in which he said: "Young master should only see paintings, and I only know how to appreciate them. When you write to the end of the world, you must not be a man in the dust." The words are too much.It is not known until today that there are 24 characters in the poem, each word is in line with the scene, and the pen and pearls are written.

He was amazed for only a moment, but what Ling Ye really noticed was his eyes, which should be in a trance, but it didn't seem like he was contemplating normally.

There was a emptiness and silence in those black and white eyes, completely devoid of expression.There is no emotion, no light, and it is so quiet that it is almost dead. The colors of the world come to his eyes, and it seems that they are all dark and gloomy.

Ling Ye suddenly felt a little regretful, such a pair of eyes, laughing and cursing, casually embellished with some emotions, rubbed into some colors, should be flowing and bright, but they are as if the soul is out of the body, empty and absent-minded.

Like a person in a painting, but only a person in a painting.

Chu Heng was indeed in a trance, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he walked very slowly with every step.Ling Ye stood under the stone steps. He didn't realize it until he got close to him, and he subconsciously stopped.The emptiness in his eyes disappeared the moment he came back to his senses - or hid it, his eyes focused on Ling Ye's face.

He stood at the junction of the corridor and the stone steps, the bright sunlight reflected in his eyes, the luster flowed, his brows stretched and his eyes shone brightly.

At this moment, people walked from the painting to the world of fireworks.

Everything became lively and lively, and I felt really amazing just now.

A distance of three stone steps separated them, and their gazes met. One was calm and the other was calm. Their pupils reflected each other's shadows. In this short moment, they only saw the person in front of them.

The three or two osmanthus flowers planted outside the corridor are in clusters, and the fragrance is tangy, intoxicating but not strong.The breeze passing through the corridor, carrying the light sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, passed over my heart like a dragonfly, and inadvertently caused half-foot ripples.

Looking at each other didn't last long. When the two passed by, the clear scent of osmanthus was still flowing in the breeze before it dissipated.

Ling Ye stepped on the stone steps and walked forward. When he walked ten feet away, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a few sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the corner outside the corridor.A burst of fragrance broke into his heart unexpectedly again, he stopped in his footsteps, and turned around unconsciously to look back.

The figure gradually drifted away, and disappeared at the end of the road in a blink of an eye.

Ling Ye didn't know who that person was, nor did he know his name. His mood seemed to be awakened by the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and he moved back belatedly, and the scenes just now began to reappear in his mind.A faint throbbing suddenly appeared in his heart, vigorous and light, not turbulent, as if a small seed was breaking through the ground and sprouting deep in his heart.

Ling Ye was in a daze for a moment, closed his eyes to gather his thoughts, and walked back to Wenqu Pavilion.

The emperor's shadow guard who was waiting in the pavilion had already sorted out the books that were to be brought back to the Hall of Jingcheng, stacked them together and placed them on a mahogany tray.Ling Ye glanced at it, and pulled out a copy of "Three Hundred Poems" that he took to relax and read this morning when he was taking a break from his busy schedule.

Before putting it back on the bookshelf, he flipped through it casually, and a line of ink words caught his eyes unexpectedly.He was stunned for a moment, a hazy outline was drawn in front of his eyes, and half a foot of ripples quietly appeared in the heart lake that was as still as still water.

He held the thin piece of paper, and the reason for the unreasonable throbbing in his heart seemed to be found in this poem——

"Meet and meet, it suits my wish." ①

Ling Ye stroked the line of ink with his fingertips, and recited it silently in his heart. After a while, the corners of his lips curled up, and he shook his head indifferently.

It's ridiculous.

He regained his senses and closed the book, reaching out his hand to put it on the shelf, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Ruyi pattern on the cuff of his shirt.Ling Ye paused, glanced down at the casual clothes on his body, and asked the Shadow Guard of the Son of Heaven who was standing beside him, "A newcomer is here in the Hall of Martial Heroes today?"

The shadow guard recalled for a moment, and replied in a respectful voice: "Yes. There is only one new entrant into the palace today, the second son of Zhong Pinghou's residence, surnamed Chu Mingheng."

"Chu Heng..." Ling Ye repeated in a low voice. He lowered his eyes and thought, matching those eyes with the person written in the book in Jingcheng Hall, "I remember, Li Shan sent a letter to Xie Chu?"

Shadow Guard should be.

Ling Ye nodded casually, glanced at the Book of Songs in his hand, and raised his hand again to put it back.The moment the book touched the wooden frame, his movements froze suddenly, hesitant, and finally withdrew his hand after a while, and put the book on the mahogany tray held by the shadow guard.

……

When Chu Heng came out of the Cangjian Pavilion, he went the wrong way in a state of restlessness and made a long detour before returning to the Hall of Martial Arts.

Yun Fei and Lu Ji, who called him to fight with the North Hall just now, were sitting on the stone steps in front of the main hall. Chu Heng walked towards them and asked, "Did you win?"

Yun Fei sniffed, shook his head and replied, "No." He clenched his fist and beat the ground resentfully, and said unhappily, "Su Lang, the leader of our South Palace, went back to Yinghai, and Han Chengmiao also went out. They took advantage of the North Hall. Isn't it only Ming Yu who can fight? What's there to be proud of!"

Chu Heng looked at him with a smile, but didn't respond.

Yun Fei pursed his lips, and continued with grievances: "Oh, there are those few from Wuling Daozong who are quite capable of fighting..."

Lu Ji's head on the side almost fell to the ground.

Chu Heng sat down beside them, "What will happen if you can't win?"

"It's nothing." Yun Fei said in a low voice, "It's the dignity of Nandian... Forget it, let them be proud first, and when Su Lang returns from Yinghai, he will definitely find us a place."

Yun Fei's frustration came and went quickly, and after they had lunch, they looked lively again.

In the afternoon, under the leadership of Yun Fei, Chu Heng began to familiarize himself with the various parts of the Hall of Martial Arts. After finishing all the chores, it was already evening.

The two of them were sitting in the courtyard and eating tea when Lu Ji suddenly ran in cursing all the way in from the outside, and asked after entering the door: "Chu Heng, when you came back from the Tibetan Sword Pavilion today, did you meet someone from the Royal City Guards?" person?"

"Imperial City Guards?"

"It's just not doing shit all day long, just wandering around in the imperial city."

Chu Heng thought about it for a while, and a tall and straight figure beside the stone steps appeared in his mind.There were some ripples in the calm heart lake, he hesitated for a moment, subconsciously denied: "No."

Lu Ji was very angry. After drinking a cup of tea, he still blushed and said angrily, "You don't know that this afternoon, the shameless gang of Wuying Palace and Imperial City Guards got into the fight. They didn't beat us before, so they said we were ugly bastards, how ugly are the people in the Hall of Martial Arts?"

Chu Heng was silent, and his eyes swept over the aggrieved Lu Ji and Yun Fei.It is true that the other party was talking nonsense out of embarrassment, but Lu Ji's point seems to be a bit wrong.

"Who is ugly!"

It was a matter of face, Yun Fei and Lu Ji were surprisingly in agreement, they couldn't swallow this breath, they directly attacked the case, picked up their swords and were about to walk out.

Lu Ji hurriedly held him back, "Wait a moment, there are more extremes. They actually still have the face to ask us what kind of person the new boy from the Hall of Martial Arts likes today!"

Small, white, face.

Chu Heng paused while holding the tea, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said nothing.

Speaking face to face, Yun Fei coughed twice, stole a glance at Chu Heng, and quietly squeezed Lu Ji's thigh under the table.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jifei not only didn't react, but also slapped Kai Yunfei's hand, shouting: "What are you doing pinching me!" Then he turned his head and winked at Chu Heng, and continued: "Hey, Chu Heng, what do you like? What kind of person? Tell my brother! Be specific, tell me what you want, so I can stop them next time when we quarrel."

Yun Fei rubbed his forehead with his hands, and he was already blind.

Chu Heng was still not annoyed, and continued to drink tea very calmly. The figure under the stone steps in the afternoon suddenly jumped out of his mind. Eyes...or else you can beat me."

"That's it?" Lu Ji was really stubborn, "Doesn't that mean there is no request? If you can't even beat you, why stay here? Just go back to your hometown and farm."

Yun Fei stomped on him unbearably.

"Well, no request." Chu Heng bent his eyes, and his smile became more gentle and harmless, "If you like it, what request do you have?"

"That's right." Lu Ji rubbed his chin, and then returned Yun Fei's step on him, "Then I'm going to return them like this?"

"No!" Yun Fei couldn't listen anymore. He glared at Lu Ji with hatred, slapped his palm on the table, looked at Chu Heng and said, "You say we are ugly, and you dare to covet our Wu Ying?" The people in the temple have no doors!"

He thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered the letter from the Eastern Capital Landlord, and suddenly had an idea, "Didn't you want to inquire, then tell them that Chu Heng likes someone who can beat his elder brother, Lishan Junji Wuyue?" !"

"..." The corner of Chu Heng's mouth twitched, and a sip of tea almost spewed out.

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How to evaluate Chu Heng?

No one can beat it.

Asking what kind of person you like, this matter is not ordered by His Majesty, Shanhua's focus is on "closing eyes", and Lu Ji's refining requirements are completely deviated hahaha.

① "Encounter and encounter, suitable for my wish": from "The Book of Songs·Zheng Feng", which means that it is fate to meet today, which makes me fall in love at first sight.