"Hey ...... maybe it's because you're getting older and your mind is starting to slow down!"
"Blah blah blah! What are you babbling about? The Sect Master is only in his prime, how could he be slow-witted?"
The two teenagers talked and laughed as they walked through the snow, gradually melting into one color in the sky.
Rong Shi looked at the jade pendant in his hand, a drop of tears flowed across his cheeks, blending into the snow ......
Yaohua Immortal Peak, is a good place to practice martial arts and cultivation. Choose the name Yunlan School, meaning the clouds between the view of the waves, avoid falling into the mundane world dim.
Wei Xinghe was brought back by Zi Zhan, the goose-yellow dress on the body is already ragged, just like a ragged lady. The flora candlelight spread on the face of Wei Xinghe, but not half of the blood color. The weak body curled up in a ball, the timidity in the gaze is a few points deeper than when she first entered the door.
"Master told you to go down the mountain to practice, how did you take a girl back?!" Returning to the Yin gas knot, as the head of the Yun Lan sect, wise for a lifetime, now afraid to be ruined in the hands of this stubborn apprentice.
Zi Zhan hurriedly kneeled down, panicked and explained, "This girl's family was murdered by a traitor, only she was left alone, the disciple could not see it, so he brought her back."
Silent for a long time, Gui Yin walked to the front of Wei Xinghe, his green-colored robe was a bit harsh under the candlelight, "What is your name?"
Weixinghe didn't say anything, just looked straight at Gui Yin, his body shaking badly.
Gui Yin wanted to open his mouth, then he saw Rong Shi walked in with a clan volume, and bowed to Gui Yin, his demeanor was calm and elegant, "Reporting to the master, all the clan volumes in the Book Depository have been sorted out, and only this volume is left with some problems."
Like the voice of a fresh breeze into the ears of Wei Xing He, she lifted her face and looked at Rong Shi. A plain-colored clothes, like a blossom in the dark night, only a set of bones can be seen as a person of cultivation. Wei Xing He looked mesmerized, even Gui Yin called her did not hear.
In the end, Gui Yin had to brush his sleeve and leave, entrusting her to the care of Rong Shi.
The moon was clear and the mist was heavy.
Weixinghe stood in front of Rongshi like this, looking down at Rongshi's clothes slightly floating by the evening breeze.
Rong Shi put the dong scroll in his hand aside and remained silent for a long time before asking, "What is your name?"
Weixinghe twisted his hand around his front lapel, his voice unconsciously trembling a little, "Un...... Weixinghe."
"Xinghe ......" Rong Shi read carefully, then smiled warmly, his eyes clear, "A very nice name."
The smoky incense on the table lingered, seeming to be the fragrance of tea and flowers mixed together, tranquil and elegant.
Rong Shi got up and poured a cup of tea, "Tonight you rest well here, tomorrow I will send you down the mountain."
"Go down the mountain ...... "Wei Xinghe abruptly knelt in front of Rong Shi, grabbed the corner of Rong Shi's coat, tears and blood stains on her face mixed together, extremely wretched, "Sister, I don't want to go back ...... They will sell me as a concubine!"
Rong Shi's heart was violently stagnant, hot tea poured on her hand, scalded a red mark.
Weixinghe softly called out, "Sister ......"
Rong Shi looked at the water stains on the table, her voice bland, "It's not harmful."
Weixinghe knows that she grew up in the home pampered spoiled, the practice of martial arts and cultivation matters need to start from childhood, in their own case, can not talk about what talent, even their own do not quite understand why the return to the Yin to accept her as a disciple.
The wind is blowing and the spring sun is warm.
Weixinghe tugged at Rong Shi's sleeve, his face full of smiles, "Senior sister, I ...... can I not practice with those children?"
Rong Shi was stunned, sent down the poetry book in his hand, his voice soft, "You have never practiced martial arts, now the master let you and other freshly enrolled disciples together, this is common sense, and how come you don't want to say?"
Children are naughty and mischievous, but the talent of Wei Xinghe is quite poor, and now in the Yunlan School, it is even a group of small children can not fight, day after day to be teased.
Rong Shi inadvertently glimpsed a bruise on the wrist of Wei Xinghe, show eyebrow tightening, strangled his wrist, Wei Xinghe ate the pain, just want to struggle, will have been Rong Shi in his arms.
"Don't move." Warm breath sprinkled in the ear, Wei Xinghe some heart itching.
Lifting up the plain colored sleeves, a large greenish purple trace appeared.
Rong Shi frowned at Wei Xinghe, "How did this injury come about?"
Weixinghe casually lied, "This ...... is that day I ...... accidentally fell, senior sister need not worry."
Rong Shi's eyebrows darkened a few points, did not say anything else.
Pear blossoms are in full bloom, strewn down in the mountains, from the usual, mellow and elegant.
Weixinghe then danced under the tree, practicing every move with all his strength. His clothes were limp, and beads of sweat rolled down into the fallen flowers on the ground.
"Raise it higher." Rong Shi stood to the side and instructed.
Weixinghe raised the arm holding the sword higher and looked away, a smile in her eyes, "Senior sister, is that so?"
Rong Shi walked forward and encircled Wei Xing He from behind herself, holding her hand in hers, correcting Wei Xing He's not quite standardized movements, "This will do."
The pear blossoms fell around Rong Shi, lining that beautiful face with more bright colors. Wei Xing He for a moment to look at the dumbfounded, this kind of silence, it seems that you can only hear the sound of two people's heartbeat.
Mirror flowers and water and moon, seems to return to that day, Rong Shi kneeling in front of the return of Yin, a face of calm and unhurried.
"Wei Xinghe's qualifications are ordinary, why did you come to beg for her for your teacher three times?" Gui Yin stood in front of Rong Shi with his arms crossed his eyes were deep.
"Xinghe's qualifications are average, she is similar in age to me, and her muscles and bones are different from those of the children who have just started, so if she is not taught more, I am afraid that she is ......"
Gui Yin's tone is quite cold, and he abruptly interrupted Rong shi's unfinished words.
Gui Yin's tone is quite cold, abruptly interrupting Rong Shi's unfinished words, "accepting her as a disciple, the master is still on the face of your usual good behavior, and excellent schoolwork. This matter will end here, there is no need to discuss it with me again."
The color in Rong Shi's eyes dimmed a few points, hands folded on the ground, towards the return of the Yin a worship, the voice is not very undulating, "Disciple into the cloud Lan sect eleven years, since young with the master's side, only begged the master this two times, I hope that the master will be open to grace."
Gui Yin was furious face green, silent for a long time, before sighing, "If you insist, you have to teach her the first five sets of swordsmanship within a year. After that, then let her practice with the remaining disciples."
The beginner's swordsmanship is not a difficult task for Rong Shi, it is just that it seems a bit far-fetched for Wei Xing He to learn it in a year when she is new to Taoist martial arts.
Rong Shi paused, her eyes seemed to have broken moonlight in them, "Disciple obeys the order."
When the moon fell across the sky and the stars were appendaged, Rong Shi had also watched quietly from the sidelines at the sleeping face of the Unstarred River. In this Yaohua Mountain for several years, learned a lot of Taoism, but only penetrate the sentence "heaven and earth humble, mountain and Ze Ping". She has also seen the love and hate of men and women in the ordinary world, but at that time, in her eyes, it was just a world of absurdity. She thought she had no desires, but she could not control the feelings in her heart. Looking at the sleeping person next to her, the tenderness in her eyes flooded, teasing a smile, she finally did not escape ......
The stream is gurgling, the sun is quiet, as if the flow of light is engraved here, seven points unreal, three points real.
Since the Yao Hua Mountain, not Xinghe in this many disciples, in addition to Rong Shi, is the most friendly with Zi Zhan. In his spare time, he also likes to play with Zi Zhan together.
"You and Rong shi senior sister learned for such a long time of light power, how is it still no growth?" Zi Zhan stood aside with his arms wrapped around him, and there was some flirting in his tone.
Weixinghe averted her face, a little annoyed, but still justifiably crossed her arms, "Fang just I forgot how to perform it for a moment, your mouth is also too damaging!"
"Hey ......" Zi Zhan sighed y and continued to snicker, "You're like this, but it's really a pity that Senior Sister Rong Shi labors day in and day out."
Weixinghe sniffed, eyes slightly turned, toward the surrounding survey, finally eyes fixed on a lush acacia tree, don't head, the tone is quite provocative, "that good ah, if I can fly to that tree, how do you think?"
Zi Zhan did not know when he had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking a bit gangly, "Five taels of silver! If you can get up that tree, five taels of silver will not be missing you."
Weixinghe looked at Zi Zhan and laughed lightly, rather disdainful. A thin layer of sweat was already covering his forehead between the energy runs.
"Elder sister ......" murmured under his breath, the color in his eyes became more and more determined.
A splash of moon white in the breeze rippled up, a leap in the air, not Xinghe grabbed the branch beside him, standing in the plain colored acacia bush. Looking at that clear and crisp figure, Zi Zhan's expression could not help but be a little dumbfounded.
"Look! I'm coming up. Five taels of silver, remember to give it to me later!" Wei Xing He stood on the tree, his eyes full of laughter.
While he was in the midst of his complacency, a wildcat jumped up from nowhere. The cat's feet slipped, fell from the tree, and his face was cut open by a branch, Zi Zhan panicked and stretched out his arm to catch it, but it still fell empty.
The back of her head heavily knocked on the stone, Wei Xinghe momentarily dizziness, seems to be only able to feel Zi Zhan on the side of shaking her, voice rather anxious, "Xinghe ...... Xinghe ...... "
Light and shadow is bright, softly sprinkled on Rong Shi's face, a serenity. Sharpened onion-like fingers brushed the words on the poetry book, gentle and warm.
"Elder sister, Xinghe ...... look at Xinghe she ......" Zi Zhan hit the cross and hugged Wei Xinghe, panting and running into Rong Shi's room.
Seeing the face in Zi Zhan's arms that was still dripping with blood, Rong Shi's hand that was flipping through the book shook violently.
The smell of incense was a bit strong, and Rong Shi used a handkerchief to wipe the blood stains on the face of Unseen Xinghe with tenderness.
"Elder sister, I ......" Zi Zhan stood aside and looked at Wei Xinghe lying on the couch, his heart was ashamed and he wanted to speak.
Rong Shi did not turn to look at him, his tone is very cold, "Xinghe is not compared to you and me, she is not long after the first door faction, the muscles and bones are not good, you are a senior brother, you will have to rate her good cultivation and practice of martial arts, rather than day to day nonsense."
Zi Zhan bowed his head and said nothing, he had never seen Rong Shi angry, now this is the first time.
Seeing Zi Zhan's silence on the side, Rong Shi finally slowed down his tone, "You and go down the mountain to grab some medicine, don't let master know."
Zi Zhan looked a bit dead, bowed towards Rong Shi, and retreated.
With the ear-piercing sound of the door closing, tears slipped down Rong Shi's cheeks and fell on Wei Xing He's face. She could not bear it, so she fell asleep on the edge of the couch. When she opened her eyes again, Wei Xinghe had already disappeared.
Getting up in a panic, she walked out of the house and looked around, but she heard an all-too-familiar voice calling her, "Elder sister."
Weixinghe ran forward and hugged Rong Shi tightly, her face full of smiles.
"Why did you go out just after waking up?" Rong Shi's hand was placed on Wei Xing He's back and gently stroked it, his voice a little low.
Weixinghe's eyes twinkled, quite soulful, "Elder brother Zizhan still owes me five taels of silver!"
Rong Shi's hand on Wei Xing He's back paused slightly, his lips haloed with a smile, his eyes were gentle, "Can you recover it?"
Weixinghe nodded her head, but saw that Rong shi's other hand hanging down at her side was flushed with a slightly lighter shade of red, and seemed to be covered with blisters. She pulled up Rong Shi's hand, unable to hide the heartache in her gaze, "Elder sister, your hand ......"
Rong Shi pushed Wei Xing He away, hiding her hand in her sleeve, "It's not a problem, it's just that I accidentally fried medicine for you a few days ago. burned."
Weixinghe's eyes flashed with a flash of loss.
Perhaps it was because she was gifted and stupid, and could only allow herself to be trapped in a stupor. Although she has read a few Taoist scriptures, she has never understood what is the use of cultivation ...... What is the use of cultivation? Maybe it's just to keep people from getting caught up in their obsessions, like her ...... and then like Rong Shi.
The plum reflects the snow, has reached the winter. Rong Shi daily thinking, return to the Yin let her teach Wei Xinghe swordsmanship, see the time will come, Rong Shi will be most of the time are invested in the Wei Xinghe.
"Elder sister~" Wei Xinghe hugged Rong Shi's arm, deliberately stretching his tone to pamper him.
Rong Shi raised her eyes to look at Wei Xing He, then her gaze returned to the poetry book, her voice soft, "Martial arts practice should be daily without slack, how can it be interrupted?"
"What's the use of practicing martial arts?" Wei Xing He muttered a small sentence, but it did not escape Rong Shi's ears.
Rong Shi put down the book of poems in his hand, his eyes looked straight into the distance, his voice was ghostly cold, no emotion could be heard, "Say it again."
"What is the use of practicing martial arts?!" Wei Xinghe drummed up courage, his voice was still not loud.
Rong Shi looked y at Wei Xing He and turned away, leaving a frozen in place, at a loss for words, Wei Xing He.
"If you ask me, this matter is really your fault!" Zi Zhan drank the wine in his marigold in one go, with a hangdog look on his face.
"Practicing martial arts is useless! What else can you do besides fighting and killing?" Wei Xing He took a stone and drew randomly on the ground, his eyes were red and swollen, obviously he had cried just now.
Zi Zhan sighed and patted Wei Xinghe's shoulder, "In fact, that day was Rong Shi senior sister ......" Seemingly remembering something, Zi Zhan wanted to stop.
Long time could not hear the following, Wei Xinghe looked at Zi Zhan, asked, "What's wrong with senior sister?"
Zi Zhan stood torn, "Senior Sister Rong Shi didn't let me say anything."
Weixinghe's eyes suddenly lost their color and only looked down at the pattern she had drawn on the ground.
Zi Zhan moved closer to Wei Xing He with a helpless face, "Actually, that day it was Senior Sister Rong Shi who begged Master to accept you as her disciple."
"Would senior sister beg?" Wei Xing He tilted his head to look at Zi Zhan, loss mixed with doubt.
"If it's someone else, she won't; if it's you ...... she will." A rare solemnity surfaced on Zi Zhan's face.
The night in the Central Plains was extremely cold, and even though there was a heater in the house, it didn't help much. Weixinghe and Rongshi had been living together, and since her return from Zizhan, Rongshi had not said a word to her.
The two of them lay on the couch, both sleepless all night.
"Elder sister ......," Wei Xinghe called out softly, her voice a little hoarse.
Rong Shi turned her back to Wei Xing He and did not respond. After a long period of silence, Wei Xing He surrounded Rong Shi's waist from behind himself, his warm breath spreading on her ear, "Senior sister, don't be angry."
Rong Shi slowly opened her eyes, her eyes gathered quite a lot of blood, her voice remained indifferent, "It's not early, go to sleep."
The smoke wave is faint, the dead wood is covered by thin snow. A flash of cold light, sword qi chopped off a few dead branches on the tree. Wei Xinghe retracted his sword, his movements quite agile.
Gui Yin stood by and watched, not saying anything, but very satisfied.
Rong Shi's eyes were filled with a warm smile, "What does master think?"
Gui Yin did not answer, his eyes were deep.
Fang Hua and who ****, floating life is the most difficult to stay. Cloudy wine a couple of, drink this life's joys and sorrows. Several years of spring breeze like this, not with the change of dynasty ......
"Senior sister." Wei Xinghe's voice is like a yellow warbler in the mountains, crisp and sweet, running to Rong Shi's body, holding a paper kite in her hand.
Rong Shi did not look at Wei Xing He, a shallow smile, eyes like the stream in early spring, took out a handkerchief and wiped the thin sweat on Wei Xing He's forehead, "What's with the daily jumping and jumping?"
Wei Xinghe grinned, the spring breeze was warm, "Elder sister, I made a paper kite, let's go together to release it, okay?"
"Good." Only this one word, is the life of the world.
The paper kite hung in the sky, slightly dexterous. Wei Xing He took off the Qing Li Pei from his waist and put it into Rong Shi's hand.
"This is ......" Rong Shi looked at Wei Xing He, full of doubts.
"This piece of Qing Li Pei was left to me by Mother, she said it can keep you safe, and now it is gifted to Senior Sister. But ...... "Wei Xinghe paused, his eyes are quite spiritual, smiling, "But accept it, senior sister will have to accompany me for a lifetime, not allowed to go to find another pretty boy."
Rong Shi smiled bashfully and reached out to pin the remnants of hair at Wei Xing He's temples behind her ear.
The two of them held hands and walked in the sky falling agar flying, not knowing that the other side of the shore, is the end of this life.
The light of the sword came and cut down the pear blossoms on the branches, accompanied by a burst of dark fragrance. Rong Shi protects Wei Xinghe sitting on one side, his sword out of the body, against the cold light.
"Run!" Rong Shi pulled up Wei Xinghe, his sleeves slowly floating in the wind. Behind them, veiled men chased after them, murderous aura.
Now it seems that they are afraid that they cannot escape. Rong Shi protected Wei Xing He behind her and stabbed the man with her sword.
Cold light flashed, but stabbed empty.
A cold voice came out, which seemed to contain some mockery, "Gui Yin has already died under my sword, and those ants of Yun Lan Sect are all trapped in your master's treasure hall. In my opinion, you might as well follow me to Qingyan Sect on this matter, and also beg the Sect Master to bestow you to me as a concubine."
Rong Shi did not say anything, his sword flew out and pushed straight into the man's chest.
Seeming to be annoyed, the eyes under the veil were filled with disdain and cold light.
"Senior sister be careful!" Wei Xing He scrambled forward to encircle Rong Shi, a pain in his chest, as if a fishy sweetness roamed out from the corner of his mouth.
"Xinghe ......" Rong Shi's voice was a little disoriented as she dropped to the ground holding Wei Xinghe, her plain dress stained with a touch of scarlet. The hand brushed over Wei Xing He's lips, the rolling teardrops slid down in big drops, and the blood stains on his hand were blinding.
Wei Xinghe's voice was extremely weak, lightly calling out "Senior sister."
"Senior sister is here." Rong Shi tightly embraced Wei Xinghe, her gaze bleak.
Wanting to reach out and wipe away Rong Shi's tears, Wei Xinghe realized that no matter what, his hand could not be lifted....... also. Wei Xinghe lightly laughed, retracted his hand to feel Rong Shi's waist of the green glass pendant, the temperature is cool as thin ice, "Sister, the next life ...... you wait for me."
Rong Shi's lips shivered, she looked at Wei Xinghe slowly closed her eyes, but could not say a word.
Raising her eyes again, she found that she had been surrounded by a group of people covered in arcane veils, looking down at Wei Xing He, she just smiled lightly, unable to read any emotion, "Be good here and wait for Senior Sister to come back."
Rong Shi laid Wei Xinghe flat on the ground, moving gently. When she got up, she was like a puppet, her posture stiff, her eyes scarlet, the smile at the corner of her mouth flushed with coldness.
Sword shadows became wind, cutting through the sky, Rong Shi's ears could only hear a burst of screams. She forgot who she was, and could not distinguish between good and evil, her white shirt was drenched in blood, both her own and others. Pupils lax, Rong Shi nearly crazy, I do not know how many people I killed. Looking at the ground full of corpses, she abruptly looked up to the sky and laughed. Laughing at the so-called good and evil are not two sides, laughing at her cultivation for several years, she can hold a sword in the jianghu to kill the enemy, but can not protect the people she loves.
"Cultivation of what use ......" Rong Shi's voice is a little hoarse, arms feebly hanging at the side of the body, looking at the distant deserted, empty gaze.
"Respectfully abide by the master's will, disciple Rong Shi, the wind is clear and righteous, familiar with the Dao, in this faction has merit, succeed the position of the head of the door, in charge of Yunlan affairs."
The stone bell was struck, emitting a low sound, as if in mourning.
The sharp blade cut through, blood from the white wrist slides down, especially eye-piercing.
"Elder sister, why are you so bitter?" Zi Zhan really couldn't stand to see Rong Shi like this, but he was helpless.
Rong Shi was stunned and slowly replied, "It is written in the book, using the purple spirit grass and the blood of the person you love as a guide, in order to bring the dead back to life."
Zi Zhan furrowed his brows, a few moments of disbelief appearing on his face, "Are you going to keep feeding her blood like this?"
Rong Shi roughly wrapped the wound with a handkerchief and did not look up at Zi Zhan, as if he was talking about something insignificant, "So what?"
Zi Zhan's pupils darkened as he continued to ask, "If she wakes up and doesn't remember the past, and no longer desires you, what then?"
Candlelight scattered on Rong Shi's face, very gentle, "Then I will do my best to let her remember ...... If she likes someone else, I will let her go."
Full of barrenness, Rong Shi seems to see the young girl again, will be that piece of green glass Pei hung back to the waist, gently called out the name hidden in the bottom of the heart for a long time, "Xinghe ......"
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