[Sword Three] A fool's dream

The wind blows up the fallen flowers in front of the court and passes through the corridor

Qiandao Lake Changgemen

The girl in black clothes is holding a long sword and dancing in the courtyard.

This swordsmanship seems to give people a hearty and unrestrained elegance, like an eagle hitting the sky, a fish flying in the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost competing for freedom, swimming between the sky and the earth.But relatively speaking.After finishing a set of sword skills, the girl in black pulled up a sword flower, swung the sword back into the sheath, and let out a sigh of relief.

This girl was exactly Pei Yu who had been invited by Wu Qingqing to be a guest after saving the door owner's wife, mother and son a few years ago.

Three years ago, Pei Yu came to visit with Wu Qingqing's mother and son, but there was no news of his teacher, An Ruofei.According to his master's request and the suggestions of everyone in Changgemen, Pei Yu has made rapid progress in swordsmanship under the guidance of Li Bai, Qinglian sword fairy, during his stay in Changgemen for several years.

Although after she handed the master's letter to Li Bai, she realized that the master and her idol had a friendship.

However, insisting that there is only one master, Pei Yu, who hangs around in black clothes every day among a group of white-coloured disciples in Changge, has a lot of fun and character.

Pei Yu squinted at the wall, frowned, put his right hand on the hilt of the sword behind him, and then suddenly let go with a laugh.

"This child is really..." The girl sighed, "Yifei, don't hide, come out and have a look."

A handsome little head protruded from the wall.The little boy smiled embarrassedly: "Sister Yu..." Then he jumped off the wall and landed lightly and delicately.

"Hey, the lightness kung fu is improving very quickly!" the girl said with a smile.

Yang Yifei's expression suddenly became lost, he lowered his head and said, "But I still...can't hold the sword."

He looked a bit bitter, and stared enviously at the sword on Pei Yu's back and said, "If my brother didn't get the Yinyu Needle, he must be being trained as the head of the sect now...it's not like me, who can even hold a sword Can't live."

"..."

Pei Yu didn't know what to say.The two children of Qiandao Yang's family were supposed to be brilliant young masters Pian Pian or martial arts knights, but one was injured and lost his mind when he was young; the other was born with a handicap and was unable to hold a sword.

After a long silence, she stretched out her hand to touch the top of the little boy's hair:

"Why don't you try holding a sword with your left hand? I heard that left-handed people are smart!"

"Sister Yu, don't be joking. I'm already in my teens, and it's too late to start practicing swordsmanship again. How can I talk about my left hand. How can you understand all these things... Hey!" Before the boy finished speaking, he covered his blushed forehead and looked at Pei Yu, with tears in his eyes.

"Stop looking at yourself here, kid." The girl put one hand behind her waist and tapped the little boy's forehead with the other, "Let me ask you, did your brother relax and practice piano by himself when he was sober?

Besides, when I was a child, I traveled around to study with my elder brother, practiced with my master, and memorized medical books every night until the next morning when I had to continue on my way. No one said I was a genius.

A senior once said that genius is [-]% perspiration and [-]% inspiration.You haven't even tried, how can you have success or failure casually? "

The little boy was taken aback by what he said, and then he nodded with an "ah" half-understood.

"Ah, I accidentally said that stupid thing, I'm sorry, Yifei," the girl pulled up a rather awkward smile, "I'm just kidding. Let's not talk about this, if you succeed one day, I will send my brother How about giving you that carved pen?"

The "pen" that Pei Yu mentioned was a gift from a friend that his elder brother Pei Yuan met when he was traveling abroad to study and practice medicine. Although it is not very expensive, the patterns on it are very delicately carved, and the workmanship of the pen tip is also very delicate.Although Pei Yuan himself used a pen as a weapon, a paintbrush was not of much use. After deliberation, he sent it to his sister who loved painting since childhood.

Although this is a good pen, there is absolutely no shortage of such items in a place like Changgemen where literati gather.This one, given to Yang Yifei as a child as a gift, does not seem too expensive or perfunctory.

"Really?" the boy asked.

"Then there is still a fake?" Pei Yu asked with a helpless smile.

"...Sister Yu, I actually thought about other methods many times...but I still don't want to give up using my right hand..."

Pei Yu shrugged when she heard the words: "It's still up to you. Don't talk about it, let's go, let's go see your brother."

Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is still full of mountains and greenery.In the empty courtyard of Huairenzhai's side courtyard, tall camphor trees grew silently, casting thick shadows under the gloomy sunlight.

This situation made the situation even more lonely.

Pei Yu untied the cuffs and ponytail tied up by Lian Wu, and the wide sleeves and long brocade-like hair fell down, adding a bit of softness to her.

The girl's phoenix eyes, but she has a pair of thick eyebrows, which adds a touch of heroism to her, but under the influence of an elegant place like Changge, she in a black embroidered red robe is blown by the autumn breeze in the south of the Yangtze River. Like a character walking out of an ink painting.

In the end, Yang Yifei dragged Pei Yu into the yard where his brother lived.Across the scattered Taihu Lake stones, you can see a young man standing with his piano in his arms in a red pavilion beside the gray tile and white wall.

Compared with the time he met Pei Yu, he has grown up in the past few years.His stature is getting taller, but he still has the slenderness of his youth, and his long hair is only tied loosely with a blue hairband.

Hearing the voices of the two, he turned around with a smile on his face:

"Yifei, Miss Yu. Good afternoon."

"elder brother."

"Brother Yang, good afternoon."

After the three said goodbye to each other, the two brothers sat down in the pavilion, and Pei Yu who was left alone ran into the house to pour tea.At this moment, Yang Yifei walked up to his elder brother and tugged at Yang Qingyue's sleeve:

"Is my brother playing the piano well?"

"Oh?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "What song does Yifei want to hear?"

"How about "Sunset Xiaogu"? This kind of unrestrained and unrestrained tune is best played by my brother."

"It's better to wait for Miss Jade." The young man plucked the strings a few times, "I was lucky enough to see Miss Jade dance sword, and I just felt like the Kunpeng recorded in "Xiaoyaoyou", roaming the world without restraint."

"Brother Yang really thinks highly of me." Pei Yu came out with a tea tray and put it on the stone table. "My sword dance can still be seen, but it is still far from my master."

Yang Yifei raised a teacup to his lips, and asked while blowing, "Why? Sister Yu dances beautifully?"

The girl shook her head and said: "I am still young, even though I am taught by a famous teacher, I still lack experience and experience in facing the enemy is too little, so the swordsmanship has its shape but no spirit, let alone the power it should have."

"Brother Yang is different, he is thoughtful and focused, so his piano is much better than my sword under the same conditions."

"Oh..." Yang Yifei nodded.The young man in black on the side smiled and said, "Miss Yu is interesting... why don't you dance swords this time to help the fun of qin and tea?"

The girl looked at the expectant eyes of the little boy, nodded and said, "Then it's disrespectful."

The three of them spent the whole afternoon in this remote small courtyard of Huairen Zhai, and it might be an afternoon that the three of them will never forget for the rest of their lives.Because in this afternoon, Yang Qingyue was not shackled in a nightmare, Yang Yifei didn't have his own future and the future of the entire Changgemen in front of him, and Pei Yu didn't have any confusion about the world and life in his eyes.

They were just immersed in the music of the piano and the dance of the sword, such a wonderful tacit understanding and joy.

When it was getting dark, Yang Yifei bid farewell to the two and left because he had an evening class.

The girl took the sword and stood up: "Brother Yang, it's getting dark, let's go inside."

"Yeah." The young man got up holding the piano and walked into the room, but stopped at the door and turned around, "Where are you going?"

Pei Yu was a little confused: "Huh? I'll go back to the house at night."

"Stay here after dinner, I've already told Grandma Ji."

"Huh? When did you say that?"

"Words brought by Yifei."

"..."

The source of the title——Yinlin/Yunの喵 "Koi Copy"

The author has something to say: [Author]

(Today the hostess is also in a daze

There will be JQ in the next chapter, and everyone should eat the sugar now, there will be high abuse in the later period (maybe)

Sweat and inspiration are the famous quotes of Edison, everyone should be able to see it

And, two days ago, someone asked me what Xiaoyu's sect is.

I think, I am writing stories rather than playing games, and since it is a martial arts, it is impossible for everyone to belong to those schools, there will always be some scattered people (such as Lao Wang's single pass)

But in view of the relationship with Pei Yuan and the character setting, it was decided to wear a sister Hua's waistcoat for her, which was a casual hero.

By the way, let’s collect Xiaoyu’s name in the world in the future. Please chat with me privately or reply under this chapter.