[Sword Three] A fool's dream

Chapter 6 Tomorrow's Gentlemen Riding Horses

The girl in black was sitting cross-legged on the couch in her own room, holding her right hand in front of her lips and meditating: she obviously didn't believe that her master was the kind of cold-blooded killer who put aside other people's lives in order to achieve political goals.

However, the experience of more than 30 years in the two lives also made her understand a truth-life is impermanent, and the world is unpredictable.No one knows what other people have experienced before, so don't jump to conclusions easily, even if it is someone you have been with for a long time and is very close to.

"Tu Tu Tu——" The knock on the door interrupted her chaotic thoughts, the girl stood up, and opened the door without asking who was outside.

"Huh?" The person outside the door surprised her.

The man in the black cloak stood quietly at the door, making no sound.Pei Yu felt that even the masters who had practiced martial arts for many years would not be able to detect the existence of this person.

"You are?" Pei Yu raised his eyebrows, covered his expression, and smiled politely, but secretly touched the sword at hand.

"If you're smart, don't use your sword, little girl," came an old female voice from under the black hood, with an indescribable and unclear emotion, "I'm here to make a deal with you."

Pei Yu stared at the cloaked figure, and let her in sideways.

The man in the cloak took off his hood, revealing the face of an old woman—the appearance was very ordinary, but it gave off an invisible chill from the aura.

"I don't know what advice the seniors have?"

"It's very simple. I want to see your master." The old woman kept rubbing and playing with a broken jade pendant in her hand. It was cracked irregularly and there were incomplete patterns on it. "In exchange, I will tell you A message."

"Are you interested in the whereabouts of Xie Xiuchao?"

The girl was packing her hands, and then took a deep breath: "You promise not to endanger my master's life."

"Naturally, the old man is not An Ruofei's enemy," the old woman chuckled, "What's more, with his martial arts, I can't kill him at all."

The girl hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Deal, I don't know what to call senior?"

"My surname is Shi, and you can call me Granny Shi." Granny Shi took out a crutch from somewhere in her robe, and tapped on the ground lightly, "You still have one more night. We will set off tomorrow morning."

The next morning

"Big brother! Sister Yu is gone!" Yang Yifei ran into the house in a panic, and sat down in front of Yang Qingyue with a "plop", "Father lost his temper with his disciples, saying that they can't even look down on a little girl." .”

"En." The young man in black continued to tune the piano in his hand without raising his head.

"Brother...you stretch again...the string will break."

"..." Yang Qingyue let go of the poor Qin under her hand, Li Li put down her sleeves and said, "I know, she came here last night."

"Then you bid farewell? That's good, I won't worry about it."

"..."

"Brother...won't you let my sister stand in the yard all night?"

"..."

"Such a big snow!" The little boy pursed his lips, "Brother is too much."

"Yifei," the young man stood up and took the little boy by the hand, "Go to class, come back and tell me what the teacher taught today."

"Well, I see, then I'll go first."

Yang Qingyue, who successfully changed the subject and fooled (?) away her younger brother, went to the inner room, picked up the sapphire hairpin on the cabinet, and sighed softly.

He stayed up all night last night, and stood with Pei Yu who was standing outside the house in the rare heavy snow in Qiandao Lake all night.

She didn't go in, he didn't go out.

Yang Qingyue has never seen Pei Yu as a child, because when he saw her in a dream when he was young, she already looked like this, but it was just a kind of clothes that he had never seen before.Yang Qingyue still remembered Pei Yu who had grown up a little bit, wearing a snow-white top, navy blue trousers, with long hair hanging neatly behind her back, with curls that only people from the Western Regions could have.

Although she said "I rely on" in the first sentence.

In any case, this person has a completely different meaning to Yang Qingyue, who has never been out of the yard since she was a child, and has never seen other women except her own mother and Granny Ji, and he himself cares about her unexpectedly.

When his father presented the truth in front of everyone like a peeled orange, he felt the same as cutting a hot Sichuan pepper in front of his eyes—a sour feeling that came from both his eyes and his heart.

So he didn't know whether to blame her at all, so he could only alienate her, but he didn't expect that she would really leave.

It was just dawn the next day, and the master who practiced martial arts gave Quan Chang Gemen a small vacation.The snow-covered path was quiet and there was no disciple coming or going.

Yang Qingyue performed lightness kung fu, about the number of times she could be counted on one hand and was discharged from the hospital, and rushed to the gate in one breath.On the way to the pier to Yangzhou, the figure of a girl in black leading a horse looms in the fog.Yang Qingyue still remembered that when she was still young, Yang Yifei took her to the racecourse as a gift for that gray-and-white horse.

The young man in black stood on the archway, and the sleeves of the black robe made soft noises in the wind.But the girl in black was just like yesterday, and she never looked back.

When Yang Qingyue returned to the yard, there was a pile of things on the windowsill.His own cloak was neatly folded and placed at the bottom.There was a painting scroll and a sapphire hairpin on it, and there was a note on the hairpin, with a hole in the hairpin, which read "Crown gift".

The young man opened the scroll, and in front of him was the picture of the afternoon not long ago: the sunset was setting, and the orange-red rays dyed the sky red.The vermilion pavilion is set off by the lush camphor trees and the overlapping Taihu Lake stones.

In the pavilion sat the young man in black playing the piano, the young man in white reading the piano score, and the girl in black dancing sword in the courtyard, all of them were graceful shadows.

There are also two lines of delicate lowercase written on the side:

Even if he is young and romantic, he can be painted, but it is difficult to develop his own style.

[Title source] - Xiaoquer "Floating Life Festival"

The author has something to say: Pei Yu is a quick-witted person who makes decisions decisively. She probably has a personality similar to mine (but I’m a Libra, so I’m afraid everyone knows about the choice of Libra) and her way of thinking is rather peculiar, probably : Other people's grievances are my business. Anyway, I care about you and your brother in the whole Changgemen. This matter has nothing to do with your brother, so I will kill your enemy and pay you back what my master owes you.

The brain circuit is clear but it is reasonable (stand up

As for why I choose camphor. . .It is said that Qiandao Lake is in Hangzhou. . .It is said that camphor is the city tree of Hangzhou.

My original plan was to start talking about what Pei Yu has been doing all these years since he left, and who he met, so as to pave the way for the rest of the article.Thinking about it later, the battle line was too long.So jump straight to the next chapter (about) ten years later, Yang Yifei finally became a kid and became a candidate for the head of the sect, traveling with his brother, Uncle Yang.As for the rest. . .Everything is ape dung, cough cough