[Lu Xiaofeng Sword III] The Emei faction is playing a big game of chess

Ye Zhiran came back alone.Ye Guhong, who pulled her out, was taken away halfway. As the direct disciple of the head of Wudang Mountain Shiyan, when the Wudang Ten Years Ceremony is approaching and everyone is so busy, he will be free. There are ghosts.After the unaccompanied Master Ye walked around, she thought for a while and felt that although Wudang Emei had a good relationship, it seemed inappropriate to wander around in the backyard by herself, so she decisively decided to go back to her small courtyard.

Then she regretted it.

Under a gorgeous crabapple tree in full bloom, a figure dressed in white and as cold as snow sat there quietly. There was a set of tea sets on the bluestone table in front of him, and his slender and clean fingers rested lightly on the small On the purple sand teapot, it looks even more white as jade.A few pink petals floated by the wind, and the sword fairy in white sitting under the tree raised his eyes lightly, his brows and eyes were calm and indifferent.

Ye Zhiran was about to skip his walking steps, paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, under his calm eyes, finally changed direction, walked to Ye Gucheng and sat down.

The white sleeves brushed the table lightly, and the small purple sand teapot was picked up with clean and slender fingers. The light blue tea flowed from the spout into the teacup on the table, and the movements were smooth and flowing without any smoke.Ye Zhiran supported Ye Gucheng with one hand, quietly watching Ye Gucheng make tea.After knowing each other for such a long time, she didn't even know that he was also good at tea art.But after thinking about it, I feel that this matter makes sense. Although Ye Gucheng is an unparalleled swordsman in the world, he is also the lord of Baiyun City. From his childhood education, tea art must be one of them. There is no one who does not understand tea.

The morning sun shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and the man opposite was wearing a white dress, with deep and shallow flower shadows, a few strands of black long hair hung down his side face, and the clear and handsome eyebrows were more beautiful among the flower shadows. Showing dust, clean and slender fingers against the deep purple purple sand teapot, as white as jade with a slight shimmer.Ye Zhiran looked at him quietly in a daze, she seemed to have never seen Ye Gucheng who put down his sword.I haven't seen him for so long, he seems to have changed a lot...

Before the decisive battle of the Forbidden City, the first thing that comes to mind of everyone who sees Ye Gucheng is definitely the sword, only the sword, no matter whether he holds a sword or not.Because he himself is the most prestigious sword in the world.However, now, she is not sure whether those people in Jianghu who have never seen the true face of the Sword Immortal will recognize him as Ye Gucheng when they see him again.The man in front of him still had a natural and powerful aura around him, but he no longer gave people a sense of oppression as if a sword was pointing straight at his throat at first sight, making people think of a sword when they saw him.But this does not mean that the aura around Ye Gucheng has become harmless, on the contrary, he has become more dangerous.It's like seeing a deep and vast sea, no matter how calm the surface is, it won't make people relax in the slightest. When you see it, you will only feel awe from your soul, just like awe of this world.

Is this the feeling of a master who has stepped into the Dao of Heaven... Ye Zhiran stared blankly at Ye Gucheng's hand on the purple sand teapot, a little dazed.Then, she saw this pair of clean and slender hands with well-defined joints, as if they were born to hold a sword, picked up a small teacup and placed it in front of her.

Ye Zhiran blinked, held the rim of the tea cup with her thumb and index finger, gently held the bottom of the cup with her middle finger, lowered her head and took a sip slowly,

"Good tea."

After she finished speaking, she felt that she had said something nonsense, the tea made by Ye Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City, was of course good tea.

Then she stopped talking.The wind that blows into the courtyard blows over the treetops, and the branches and leaves of the crabapple tree sway gently along with the wind, dropping urgent pink petals from time to time.Under the shadow of mottled flowers, two figures, one pink and one white, sit facing each other quietly drinking tea.The fragrance of tea and crabapple flowers slowly diffused in the air, and the sound of birds fluttering could be heard from somewhere in the courtyard.In such a peaceful atmosphere, Ye Zhiran's mood gradually calmed down, and the irritability and restlessness that had been troubling her for many days seemed to gradually ignore her.Then, she heard the light and pleasant voice of the man opposite,

"What are you and Lu Xiaofeng planning?"

Ye Zhiran has always had a premonition of uneasiness ever since she met the killer who acted strangely in the inn and dressed as a waiter to assassinate them, so since she went to Wudang Mountain, she has been in a bad mood.It's just that this kind of bad mood is obviously misunderstood by many people. Many times, I saw the two senior brothers looking at her with worried eyes. When she saw the ground looking at the neighbor, Miss Ye actually wanted to say that Ye Gucheng was not what bothered her at all... Well, although this is indeed one of the reasons, it is definitely not the point, okay?

It's a pity that no one believed it... Then, the facts proved to them that the head of their Great Emei Sect was indeed not a person trapped in feelings, but she was still worried about big things.However, Ye Zhiran would rather that her original troubles were only because of Ye Gucheng.

"Can you say that again?!"

Ye Zhiran stared at the Emei disciple she was not very familiar with in front of her.

A white Emei Taoist robe has been soaked with blood and unknown stains, and the hem of the clothes on the ground is in dire condition. The Emei disciple kneeling on the ground has a messy bun, and his figure is crumbling with one hand propped on the ground. I forced myself to come here after a long journey.He didn't dare not answer the headmaster's question, so he repeated it intermittently in a weak and hoarse voice, "There are traitors in Emei colluding with foreign thieves... when the elder was in retreat, he broke into the back mountain in an attempt to murder the elder. The Great Elder... The Great Elder took advantage of him without noticing for a while. Although he had killed the enemy immediately, he became mad after being seriously injured... Senior Sister Ye is looking after him, and Senior Sister Ma is currently sitting in Jinding, Emei. Wudang, please take the decision..."

Ye Zhiran's body trembled violently, and her right hand under the sleeve was tightened instantly.Shi Xiuxue's eyes widened in a daze, her whole body was numb, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying at all.Both Zhang Yingfeng and Su Shaoying's faces turned pale for an instant, but they quickly came to their senses and quickly raised their heads to look at their sect master.In the Wudang hall, there was a sound of gasping for air, and everyone collectively turned their attention to the girl standing in the front.

At that moment, Ye Zhiran's mind was almost blank, she even had a feeling, as if she had returned to the mourning hall with white sails hanging down and candles flickering in the Zhuguangbaoqi Pavilion two years ago.The night was as cold as water, which made her almost ache from the cold in her bones.The slender and handsome figure in white clothes flashed in his mind, Ye Zhiran closed his eyes fiercely, the slender and thick black eyelashes seemed to show a little fragility, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.Slowly loosen the clenched fingers of her right hand... When she opened her eyes again, those dark and bright eyes had regained their composure. Now, she is the head of the Emei Sect!

"Shi Zhenren," Ye Zhiran turned her head to look at the Wudang head who was standing aside and looked at her with a worried look, and said calmly, "It seems that Zhiran has no chance to watch the succession ceremony of Wudang's next head."

Shi Yan, head of Wudang, nodded his head to express his understanding, "Since such a big incident happened on Emei, head Ye should indeed go back to Mount Emei to preside over the overall situation."

Ye Zhiran nodded slightly, then turned around and glanced at a group of Emei disciples who were looking at her anxiously behind her, and said decisively, "Elder brother and fourth senior sister stay, third senior brother leaves with me, and the rest stay in Wudang Mountain ginseng gift."

There was a sudden commotion among the Emei disciples. After all, the young people who had just stepped into the rivers and lakes heard the bad news for the first time and were worried about how the teacher who stayed on Mount Emei could calm down.At this time, Shi Xiuxue also suddenly recovered and looked at her, "The master..."

Knowing what she was going to say, Ye Zhiran interrupted her directly, "I don't intend to bring back anyone brought out by the Emei Sect this time, Fourth Senior Sister, you have to stay and help Senior Brother take care of the overall situation." After taking a look, he said lightly, "Why panic, I'm still here!"

The sound is not loud, but the calmness and tranquility in it is inexplicably reassuring.Standing in the center of the hall, the girl in pink had her back straight and held a long sword in her hand. Although she was still young, she was powerful and awe-inspiring, and she already had the air of a sect leader.She just stood there indifferently, but everyone in the Emei faction seemed to feel her calmness and stability, and gradually settled down in front of her.

Looking at the young girl standing in the crowd, Ye Gucheng raised his eyes slightly, and a light-colored gleam shone in the pupils that were as quiet and deep as a thousand-year-old well.

Simply and neatly arranged for Wanren to stay, and apologized to the Wudang faction and said goodbye. Ye Zhiran turned around and saw the figure of Shengxue in white clothes a few steps away.

Gently raising his eyes to meet her, Ye Gucheng said lightly, "I'll go down the mountain with you."

Looking at those dark eyes as deep as a mirror, Ye Zhiran stood there for a while, but finally nodded.