When Zhu Ling appeared in the palace of heaven, because the two tigers attacked together, and the poisonous snakes swam up, the urgent between, did not escape the spattered tiger blood, so that sprayed one side, into a very ugly big flower surface. Therefore, Gong Tianfu always scolded her for being a stinky girl and ugly monster.
Gong Tianfu felt much better at this time. He raised his head to the sky and whistled. He tried to find out how Zhong Qi was.
Psychic ape tiger, heard the sound and came. At that time, the wild wind in the valley was blowing, and the sound of the tiger roaring and the ape whistling made up a cruel and frightening music. The little girl, Sister LAN, looked like a darling in the ape's hairy arms. At that moment, she was dreadfully faint. But I did not witness Zhu Ling, who was about to save her when the graceful official Tianfu raised his palm to strike her to death.
Gong Tianfu slowly raised his hand, moved his power in his palm, and looked askance at the small spring waterfall, which was like a white dragon, just six feet away. He called out and hit a palm, and the palm wind pierced the crystal curtain like water waterfall into a big hole. He smiled proudly and thought, "Although I have tried my best to perform the three Yang Gong, I have not suffered any great harm. I only feel a slight exhaustion of the real Yuan." Now the power is in the palm, lift it up and chop it down.
He did not know why he had to exert so much force. At this stroke, he could not say that Zhu Ling was flesh and blood, even if her body was carved in iron and stone, it would have to be split by him. With a thunk, the water splashed, and the white stone under the water showed a faint palm mark. The mark was less than an inch from the side of Zhu Ling's face.
Zhu Ling was lying on her back, the clear, frothy spring flowing over her face. The blood of the dead tiger washed away from her face, revealing a white jade face. Her long, thin eyebrows sloping into her temples. There was a strangely calm beauty that was terrifying. The rich lips were a little less red, but a little more solemn.
Gong Tian Fu was stunned and could not speak for a moment. "It's impossible for a person to change so quickly." He thought troubled, his eyebrows knitted together in distress. "She has changed from ugly to beautiful. Why, I never saw such a beautiful girl, not even in my dreams..."
His reverie rose from his heart. For many years he had lived alone in the mountains, and if he had been a foolish and ignorant boy, there would have been no sorrow. But his knowledge and martial arts skills made everything a little different from ordinary people. Even his imaginary partner must be gorgeous, with both martial and civil skills.
Now lying at his feet was just such a girl. Her beauty, her skill, would have made any man in the world fall at her feet. Of course, he did not think of this clearly, only a vague feeling floating in the bottom of his heart. The emotion came so quickly that when he struck it with his hand, he moved it slightly so that the force of his hand was completely imprinted beside it.
The great ape gave a roar, and suddenly lifted the little girl in his hand and was about to hurl herself to the ground. Gong Tianfu shouted, and the ape immediately stopped the action. He stared at Guan Tianfu doubtfully with his eyes wide open. He ignored the ape and bent down to pick Zhu Ling up. The spring water had made his clothes wet.
He walked on to the bank, paused for a moment beside the ape, and sighed, "I know you must be very surprised, but I can't explain it myself." The ape did not know whether he understood or not, but grinned.
A man, a tiger and an ape took two girls, big and small, until the fairy peak. Near the top, where the clouds curled up, there was a hollow several mu in it. At the entrance there was a lake, the water of which was very green, and the bank was overgrown with verdant flowers. A stream meandered and twisted, rockeries and old trees turned green. Among them, the wind pavilion and the moon pavilion, I do not know the number. It is a very elegant and quiet place.
At the entrance to the col were two steep walls of stone, facing each other like arms curling together. Walk across the steep stone wall and enter the col. Therefore, as long as one person guards the passage, there will be a husband in charge of the situation. In the middle of the green patch, a simple stone house was quite tall. Its stone walls and even the roof were covered with ancient vines. Green leaves cover the whole stone house, far at first sight, if not mistaken for green shade, it will float a cool feeling.
When Zhu Ling Youyou woke up, the sun's shadow filled the window and she looked around. She saw that the room was very large, and the furnishings were simple and quaint. Near the window of the nanmu square table, burning a furnace of good incense, white smoke curl up, transformed into dragons, snakes, birds and beasts, thousands of changes. She looked intently for a long time, and suddenly remembered the past before the coma, and her heart was 100 percent sure that she was on the fairy sound peak. Because she heard the roar of a roaring tiger, how could this sound be heard except on the summit.
The white smoke curling up suddenly changed into the shadow of a man's face. She sighed sadly and thought, "Brother Stone, now I am in trouble again. But if you know, will you come to my aid? I am trapped in this devil's cave. Heaven will not respond and the earth will not work. Oh, you are so cruel to leave me?" Her beautiful eyes, as clear as autumn water, suddenly shed two glittering tears, for a breeze outside the window had blown in and dispersed the smoke.
"I have no family, not even a friend, even if the whole world knows that I am trapped here, but who will care? Brother Stone, would you care..." Zhu Ling thought of this, painstakingly and hopelessly colic up. She had been abandoned by the world for a long time, but she did not care. If only one person would care about her, she would dare to challenge the whole world. But the worst thing was that Shi Xuan was the first person who refused to pay attention to her.
Feeling very thirsty, she struggled to get up. She had barely lifted herself up when she felt dizzy and carried her back to the bed.
Someone came in gently and stood motionless beside the bed. Zhu Ling knew it, but she refused to open her eyes. After she paused for a moment, a strange thought suddenly struck her mind: "If Brother Shi suddenly appeared just as I was dying and saved me to the place where he lived, then... And now that he was standing by the bed, staring at me, of course I would forgive his desolation. Poor thing he doesn't know yet that I haven't really worshipped with the Big Brother." Thought of here, blood boiling, can not help but open his eyes to see a dashing figure, has gone out of the door.
As if she had fallen in the dark ice, her heart was cold. Because she recognized the back is that frivolous and beautiful and cruel strange young scholar Gong Tianfu.
"Oh, I have been trapped in the devil's cave, and the worst part is that I don't even have the strength to bite off my tongue and commit suicide..." 'she thought desponderingly, but her thoughts were very flexible and unhindered, and they came to her. One after another, without a moment's rest. "... Brother Stone, will he save me? If he had been there, well, perhaps he would have hated me for saluting the elder brother that day, and would have been ashamed to see me..."
Once in Cuiwei foothills, Shi Xuan is holding Mr. Gongsun's niece Yi Jing. This quiet and gentle girl, Zhu Ling was once regarded as a rival in love. It was after she was wounded by Chu Moye, the nine-finged demon, that Shi Xuanzhong took her to the bank of the Nanlian River to find Mr. Gongsun and seek the elixy of Shi Xiaodan. At that time, Shi Xuan Zhong met Yi Jing in Gongsun's heavenly fragrance fantasy. This incident not only caused Zhu Ling jealousy later, but also made Gongsun wrong at that time, misunderstanding Shixuan Zhong and Yi Jing's feeling as pure as brother and sister.
That Cuiwei mountain unintentionally meet, just Shixuan holding injured Yi Jing, with the world's light, rushed to the south coast to find Gongsun first aid. At that time urgent, Shixuan in a no time to talk to Zhu Ling, two is full of jealousy still blazing. If there was no time, do not talk to her, I am afraid he would hit her again. But Zhu Ling did not know why. Now in retrospect, like Shixuan and Yi Jing on, so ashamed to see the old man. Think of here, the woman's nature in the most intense fire, burning straight.
Suddenly, not far from the window, came a melody, which flowed serenely and softly, as smoothly as water through the valley to the plain. Then it merged into the great river and rolled away to the vast sea. Zhu Ling is one of the open mind, but the Shi Xuan in the handsome and unsociable face shadow, still emerge in the heart. But has changed into a passionate smile, warm gazing at her. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to catch the shape of the face. What was everything in the world? If it were compared with true feelings.
She fell into a deep sleep after a short rest. Gong Tianfu came into the room. Zhu Ling was attracted by a powerful magnet with her undisturbed sleep. The dark and vivid eyes fell squarely on her face. He felt that he could not find any words to describe her beauty.
The transcendent beauty of dust makes people admire and dare not face up to it. The beauty of the vulgar world, but also annoying. Only such beauty as Zhu Ling can make people feel thirsty and close, but dare not profane.
Gong Tianfu self-pity for him sigh, because he has deeply thought that if you want to win the jade man's heart, I am afraid than a bird named Jingwei, the end of the title side attempt to fill the East China Sea more difficult. Because he has seen her deep heart, is played the music sad cang, she can not help but indulge in the old things.
Palace day Fu hands also holding a white jade box, box cover engraved with purple river Dan three Zhu characters. He opened the lid and took out a golden Dan pill as big as the pit of a pomegranate. First he covered the jade box and put it next to her pillow. Then he gently touched it with his fingers. Zhu Ling slept even sweeter and more beautiful. He stared for a moment and put the purple river Dan in her mouth. Turning around, he went to the table, laid down the pad and sharpened the ink, lifted the pen and wrote: "A mere mistake, accidental injury to the jade body, the crime is ineffable, I would like to present the elixis. Take three tablets a day, one hundred days later, you can be cured..."
He felt uncomfortable as he wrote this. Vaguely felt that he wrote too humble, will be Zhu Ling to see through the heart, and therefore to scorn. He tore off the paper, took another one, and simply wrote down the number and time of the Lingdan day. And explained that she was injured by the three Yang Gong, in addition to this Dan, there is no way to save. Write a proud smile, put this piece of paper on the jade box. Get up to go, see Zhu Ling thin eyebrows slightly wrinkled, revealing the color of resentment, was actually beautiful, let people see the heart are soft. Involuntarily startled for a moment, and then out of the room.
He sat down on a large bluestone by the brook in front of the stone house, drew out a bluestone flute and began to play it. Full of thoughts, all from the policy to express out, sad gun self-pity.
I do not know how many times, Zhu Ling woke up suddenly, suddenly felt cold on the pillow, it turned out that the tears in the dream, stained the pillow. Xiao sounds curl up with the wind, she listens carefully, the heart can not say ten thousand kinds of desolate, unconsciously then beat to sing: "The wind has been floating residual duckgrass, mud lotus just qian lotus silk rayon. Treasure don't take sweet flat bustling, remember the past life. 10, people to love thin, and now a real mei passionate. And to the back of the broken heart, tears steal zero..." Complain song sing, fruit pearl tears zero.
While the sound suddenly stops, which makes people suspect that it is true and illusory. A few birds fly away from the window, seemingly surprised to see the sad appearance of this beautiful woman.
The past is like smoke, just like what happened in a previous life, so far away from the present and difficult to catch up with. Zhu Ling slowly raised her upper body and moved to the head of the bed. Leaning against the railing of the head of the bed, she saw her Taibai sword hanging on the wall of the head of the bed. She smiled gloomily and stared at the sword.
An ominous cloud passed over her heart, casting a shadow, and the white sword seemed to drip slowly blood, not the blood of the enemy, but the blood of the suicidal.
More than half a month ago, when she passed the Shandong Yizhou province. At this time, she just disguised herself as a young scholar and went to the inn to stay. Though she had travelled a long way, she could not sleep until two o 'clock. When she sat alone and was bored, she would find a book of poems of White Fragrant Hills and chant it in a low voice.
I suddenly heard the sound of my toes outside the window. Although it was extremely low, which showed that this night walker was good at martial arts, but Zhu Ling was such a master that she could naturally hear it clearly. She found that the night stalker had broken the window paper in her room and peeked at it. She still sat upright and sang with a scroll.
After a moment, she breathed on the lamp, her figure swaying slightly. She swung swiftly out of the door and over the back of the room. She had judged that the nocturnal man had no interest in her, but since she had discovered it, she must at least know why he had come to visit the shop. In the confusion of the night, she saw a large figure with a long collar of three locks, still wearing a long coat, standing at another window, but looking back, as if surprised by the sudden loss of the light in Zhu Ling's room.
Zhu Ling intuitively felt that the person was not like the generation of evil, and secretly thought: "Maybe this man is a famous person in the martial arts, heard that there is a way of the green forest people settled here, so at night. So as not to do the green forest people under the case, in the face is not good." This is a common thing in all rivers and lakes. She laughed and thought, in the past, I would have left a case on purpose, so that you would not be able to laugh or cry. But she was not in such a mood now, so she crept back into her room. Before I undressed and went to bed, I suddenly heard a mighty voice and a low voice. It was the sound of pain and injury. But there was more surprise than pain in it.
Zhu Ling wrinkled her thin eyebrows and listened attentively. The majestic voice lowered its voice and cursed: "The old bastard is shameless, plotting against the uncle, what kind of hero." Follow a qiang, the more abnormal. When Zhu Ling heard it, he knew that the two blades were fused. Judging from the sound, the two men had considerable martial skills and wrist strength. I could not help wondering and thinking: according to the skill of any one of them, they are masters, how can they use secret tactics? Was the man with the magnificent voice the one I saw? It doesn't sound like him. Is it him who is secretly plotting against the people in the room? Before the thought had finished, there was another boom, but it was no longer on the roof of the next house.
Zhu Ling could not answer the question in her heart, and her curiosity rose greatly, and she did not hesitate. Then she floated out of the room again. She saw two figures walking across the floor toward the east of the city. The glitter on their weapons could still be seen in the night. With the power of her eyes she could see the man who fled before her, the nocturnal man with the three long locks of beard whom she had just seen. The figure behind him was even grander. Zhu Ling heart move, feel this person's back and big brother Li Souihao Ximen gradually very similar. Then a sudden feeling of nostalgia came over her and she froze.
You should know that the fierce Simen was very kind to her, although she was ugly and had a fierce look. But he treated Zhu Ling very carefully, and his love was revealed naturally. That back in the Shixuan solitary sword rushed to the main altar of green chicken mountain, just Zhu Ling was forced by the ghost mother's life, in the hall and west gate gradually salute. Shixuan in a break into the hall, etiquette of course immediately suspended. Zhu Ling although the Fengguan Xia was covered at that time, but the west gate gradually has found wrong. Then five xuan and ghost mother for that earth-shaking struggle. After nineteen moves, the twentieth move was pushed down the cliff by the ghost mother with the miracle of "Period Gate Ghost Wind". Zhu Ling fainted on the ground at this time.
Severe soul west gate gradually while all people are surprised to the cliff overlooking, quickly put Zhu Ling into the house, so as not to be cruel cold heart ghost mother found, will be executed. Zhu Ling know he hate the fire, can burn through the sky, but he in the end still saved himself. This kind of sincere love really touched people. Of course she did not commit herself to marriage for the sake of being moved. But don't look at four years later today, suddenly see this majestic figure, heart is also not without a sense of loss. The memory of the old feelings, arise spontaneously.
She ran after them, but they were long gone. All the way out of the city, the county in the chaos of the post, suddenly dumbstruck laughing, thought: that man's voice, clearly not the big brother. Moreover, with the skill of the master brother, it is impossible to be plotted. What a fool I am. Go back...
She turned around and suddenly heard the clashing of swords in the night wind, and her heart changed again. After the sound passed two hills, she saw a flat patch of open land in front of a forest. The two men were risking their lives to fight. The man with the three long locks of beard had neatly tucked the corners of his shirt. There was a sword in his hand, and the white light was so bright that he could feel the chill in the distance.
Zhu Ling was startled and thought: Isn't that the magic sword Zheng Ao's white rainbow sword? How could it fall into the hands of that man? Know that men of martial arts, as a rule, never leave their hands when the blades of a sword are closed. Besides, this kind of sword is even more cherished, and will never change its master unless it is dead.
Zheng Ao, the magic sword, was a young master who rose to fame seven or eight years ago. Because he had two masters, all of whom were gangsters, he also started his gangland career. This man's apparent master was the ghost Shadow Hongdu, who was famous for his light work. However, his most powerful skills of two hands, three swords and two hearts were handed down by Yuchi Ba, a senior senior in the underworld.
In the martial arts, Dianmu Nenga, the master of the Genyin sect of Biji Mountain, was the best master in the world. However, in terms of swordplay, the master of Biluo Island in the East China Sea was known as the master of swordplay in the beginning of the tertiary period, no other master in the world. The Wanli Feihong Yuchi Ba and the Biluo island Lord Yu Shuchu sword fight for three days and nights, although the final defeat with half a move, but it can be imagined that Wanli Feihong Yuchi Ba is indeed worthy of the name, belongs to the several swordplay in the universe one of us. Magic sword Zheng Ao to pass on his skill, is a debut will be famous in the martial arts, that day when Zhu Ling sneaked away, had accompanied with magic sword Zheng Ao, experienced hardships.
Now Zhu Ling looked at the white light of the sword, thinking of the magic sword Zheng Ao, could not help but burst into anger and thought: If you kill Zheng Ao, I will cut you to pieces tonight, and this will increase my hatred for the person who keeps the three strands of long whiskers.
The big man held a sharp axe and was mighty. Zhu Ling saw with the unmistakable knowledge that his arm was so strong that it was full of hill-chopping axes used in battle, but there were a few wondrous little tricks in it, and with the light of the axe, they could block his sword as thick as iron. Zhu Ling recognized the man who was using the sword. His family was actually Wudang's original nine-palace sword technique. The moves were precise and correct, but the changes were dull, so the power of the sword could not be fully brought into play. If so, this man can be regarded as a master of swordplay.
At the end of the thirty moves, the great man's left leg gurgled with blood, which greatly affected his mighty axe. Especially sluggish footwork, the situation is not good, only listen to him break swear: "shameless old bastard, stab stab what a good man..." But the man who made the sword paid no attention to it, and the sword tightened. For a moment, a mist of white air enveloped the big man.
Zhu Ling secretly thought: this man is really too mean a little, as the saying goes, a good man does not run out of rabbits, not to mention the means of backstab. But I have to wait for the man to show his tricks again, see his family number, and then help him.
The man suddenly gave a loud drink, the sword light was strong, when a sound, hard to pull away the enemy axe, left hand to pinch the sword quickly. Make the axe big Han because of leg injury, avoid not good, to circle axe back cut, but not enough people point fast. Had to back up the body, flip down on the ground, a leg has taken advantage of the potential to kick out. So that the sword of the long-shirted passenger body slightly down, the big man has rolled away, but he also knows that this rolling method, never and others rushed fast, so when the roll, can throw the sharp axe will come out.
The Changshirtsman swung at his sword, quickly drawing out a small piece of steel with his left hand, and beating it out silently. As the men followed the faint blue guard, a stream of swords shone straight at the man. Such a big man hiding brass dart can not hide the sword. See big man two can not hide, Zhu Ling heart a hurry, jade hand field, a ray of gold shot out. It turned out that she was negligent and only touched a gold needle in her hand. I had no idea that the man in the long gown was so skillful as to have a two-pronged approach. Therefore, as soon as the golden needle struck, the man also flew away.
The man in the long gown suddenly felt a great shock in his hand, and the white light was so bright that his sword swung straight away. A flash of eyes, has caught a glimpse of his own sword swinging, is only a thin as cow hair gold needle, shocking the surface discoloration. Now the wind was whispering, and the hairpin man had pounced on him. Without turning his head, he lifted his left hand and released another faint faint of steel. The big man, who had been hit by his first dart, gave a roar of pain and darted away wounded.
Zhu Ling jumped to the back of the man, a punch out, which knows the Changshirtman ignored, issued a second dart to hit the enemy. One terrified in the heart, recover the jade palm, but make travel soul recluse law, suddenly stopped in front of the Changshirtguest. Long shirt guest roared, the sword to attack. His nine palace swordplay is a true Wudang tradition, and its power is no small matter. Especially the white air of the sword, which invaded the skin, made Zhu Ling dare not be careless, flickering left and right, looking for faults to contain the Changshirk.
The big man was wounded and hurried away, blinking and disappearing into the night. Zhu Ling was unhappy, because the big man even didn't look at the person who saved her life. Then she built the beam out of thin air, for what? But in a moment she was already irritated by the longshirted man. Only because of the other side's left sword, the right sword desperate, so that she encountered two dangerous moves, almost did not hurt under the other side's sword. At that moment, with anger in her face, Yu suddenly withdrew her sword, drew a bow with a sword, and forced the Chang-shirted guest back a few steps. She was just about to say that she would not mind her own business, when she suddenly saw the changshirter back a few steps, looking up to the sky and laughing bitterly. Zhu Ling unconsciously puckered her slender eyebrows together and asked herself: Is this man a madman? In her left hand, she took out a gold needle from her pocket.
The man in the long gown smiled bitterly, then suddenly turned his hand and wiped the sword away towards his neck. Zhu Ling did not expect this big blow, she quickly lifted the jade hand, the gold needle shot out. Changshou guest, uh a sound, stand still, the original has been Zhu Ling with excellent techniques, stop the acupoint.
But the sword was so sharp that even stones could be split effortlessly, let alone flesh and blood. The sword was half lodged in the man's neck, and the blood was pouring out. In a panic, Zhu Ling jumped over and pointed several points at him, and the flow of blood slowed down slightly. With one hand, she held the long-shirted guest and with the other hand, she lifted the gold needle. As soon as she could solve the problem, the long-shirted man fell limp to the ground. Zhu Ling had already taken the sword in one hand and helped him to the ground. In her opinion, the man with his throat cut in half would never live, so she felt sorry and ashamed.
He closed his eyes and gasped, but his throat was already open, and it was in vain for him to try to breathe. Zhu Ling was afraid that blood might flow into his trachea and kill him immediately, so she wiped herself with a sweat towel. The long-shirted visitor felt difficult and said, "... Fire... Fire..." Zhu Ling was stunned for a moment, but she suddenly understood what he meant. She took out the fire and lit it up around her.
Only then did she see clearly the man in the long gown, who was over forty years old and had three long locks of beard. But his features were fine, and his features pleasing to the eye, and he was, as one might imagine, a fine gentleman of fine manners in those days. The man in the long gown also saw her face clearly, and though he was dying, his eyes brightened by it: "... You... It's... Who..."
Zhu Ling said, "I have nothing to do with you. I have no idea why you killed in the desert at night. But I don't like your methods, so I did it..."
At first the man saw only her face, and was astonished at her beauty. But he soon saw that this beautiful woman was the scholar whom he had looked at earlier in the inn. There was a light of doubt in his eyes, and now he was suddenly wide awake, one of those moments when everyone is on the verge of death.
But for him, this moment, Huo Changqing, a dishonest disciple of the Wudang School, was like a lifetime.
The misty past, the past he tried to forget, now floated in his mind. He painfully revisited, for a dying, no chance to change the person, this moment to relive the guilt of the past, how cruel a thing.
He remembers coming home from Wudang twenty years ago because his only mother had died. After the funeral, he stayed at home. The handsome Huo Changqing was indeed won over by many rich families who had daughters waiting for them. But in order to practice martial arts, he ignored this matter. Three years later, he devoted himself to practicing martial arts instead of giving birth, and became destitute.
One of his childhood friends, Xu Bai, who had been away for many years, suddenly returned in splendid clothes and with a beautiful wife named Wang. They met and became very close to each other. In addition to the reason that Xu Bai was also a martial arts practitioner, Xu Bai's wife Wang had an affection for Huo Changqing, which was also one of the reasons. Huo Changqing later moved to Xu's house to live, Xu Bai often go away for several months, so Huo Changqing could not bear the temptation to do sorry for his friend's hate.
The Wang was a famous scholar on the Qinhuai River, and he didn't seem to care much about the relationship. But Huo Changqing was very sorry about it and felt unable to meet his friends. At that time, Huo really wanted to kill himself, but he still survived. It turned out that Xu Bai was a gangster. The reason why he often went out was to do crimes. Once he was arrested and imprisoned for two years. Back home, Wang had given birth to a baby girl; The anger is no small matter, especially when the adulterer turns out to be a confidant friend named Huo Changqing. So he had the Wang family executed immediately and then left, knowing that he was no match for Huo Changqing. In order to restrain his hatred, he did not seek him out immediately, nor did he kill the baby girl. Because he left something to make Huo Changqing bind his hands and feet, and at the same time, when he took revenge in the future, he could kill his daughter in front of him, which would make him more sad.
Huo Changqing took the baby girl, changed his name, moved to Laiyang, Shandong Province, set up a house to teach students, and actually made a living by dancing and writing. But he was very careful to inquire about the news of Xu Bai, because he knew that Xu Bai was deep and intelligent, and had excellent qualifications for practicing martial arts. Then he went to visit a famous teacher and practiced his skill to kill his enemies. When he had called Xu Baiwu when the authentic interior kung fu entry, want to be in prison these two years, must put the foundation of practice very good, then visit to the famous teacher, can not easily against the enemy. Moreover, once the relative aspect, he this guilty person and Xu Bai to fight to the death, is also a problem.
After all, he gave birth to roots in Laiyang, married a very virtuous wife, gave birth to two boys, has been more than ten years old. He also learned that Xu Baixi went back to Xinjiang and joined the Baituo Sect, the largest local sect. Two years ago, the White Tuo sect once appeared in the Central Plains, causing a great martial storm, and was driven away by the six incense masters of the three inner and the three outer churches of Xuanyin Religion. One of the best leaders of the White Tuo Sect was Xu Bai.
Since hearing the news, Huo Changqing felt uneasy all day long. The baby girl has grown up beautifully, and Huo Changqing loves her very much. Every thought of the white camel opponents gathered around, Xu Bai's face grinned, face to face his daughter insult to death of the tragedy, not by fear, tea and rice.
After two years, Huo Changqing has chosen a good husband for her daughter, planning to marry her daughter out and find another place to live. But three days later, something terrible happened. When he returned home from school, he suddenly saw a big man who seemed to have just come out of his house. So he rushed into the house and saw that he was about to faint on the ground. His daughter lay fainted beside him, and among them lay the three corpses of his wife and two sons, all dead, but with blue faces. Huo Changqing, who had always paid attention to the White Camel faction, knew with the unmistakable knowledge that he had been killed by the White camel Faction's skillful Yin Feng palm.
He immediately took down the newly acquired Taibai sword, and after rescuing his daughter, he explained to her the matter of the old enmity, and told her that if his pursuit was successful, and the murderer of the White Tuo Sect had avenged his wife and children, he would surely return within five days. If he did not return within the time limit, she would make her own plan. Her daughter answered decisively that if he did not return at noon on the fifth day, she would kill herself and not be insulted by her enemies.
Huo Changqing looked at the white sword in his hand, and an ominous cloud passed over his heart. I remember that a month ago, a student's parents took the sword to the museum and asked him to explain the ancient seal characters on the scabbard. When he read it carefully, he found that the sword was called "Taibai". It was made of pure gold in the west, with hair blown and hair broken, and was sharp without a piece. But there is a case, this sword since the Warring States period cast up to now, where the master of the sword, all ended in suicide. After changing for ten masters, the eleventh master asked the master to engrave the bad omen of the sword on its sheath. So that future winners would be on their guard. The result of this winner is unknown, but Huo Changqing found two official characters on the other side of the scabbard, apparently Li Guang.
When Huo drew his sword, the eyes of the famous swordsmen of this generation were red. You should know that he, who has practiced swords all his life, saw a good sword, which is equivalent to a very greedy person seeing white silver. He gave a true account of the ancient seal characters engraved on the scabbard, and even exaggerated them a little. But when the parent finally took the sword back, he did not give him any chance. Huo Changqing went home and spent the night thinking that he had this sword and was not afraid of the people of the White camel school seeking revenge. You must know that he had a wife and children at this time, can he be willing to die. A few days later, the bloody story of the Taibai sword spread all over Laiyang. The following night, the owner of the sword hanged himself from the beam and the sword disappeared, which caused a sensation in Laiyang.
At that time, Huo Changqing tried to overcome the shadow and hurried out of the house. Three days later, he pursued him to Yizhou Prefecture and began to kill him.
At this moment Huo Changqing knew that he could not afford it, but he was not willing to die. At first he thought that the bearer must be Xu Bai, or else he must be a good hand of the White Camel school. However, it was a completely unrelated person, but he had committed suicide. Although his life can not protect, but a daughter's life, but hanging in the day after tomorrow noon can return home, he thought of his daughter, heart, could not help but shed tears.
Zhu Ling is very apologetic, gently asked: "You but pain?"
Huo Changqing difficult tunnel: "I... This chase... Enemy, and daughter... At noon the day after tomorrow... If she doesn't go home, she... She will kill herself..."
Zhu Ling was shocked and dared to ask, "What's your last name? Where do you live?"
"... My last name... Huo, first name Changqing... Ah, no... My name is Guo... I live in Laiyang Dongda..."
At this point, my throat gurgled, but I couldn't say anything. Zhu Ling cried out urgently, "Hey, hey, where do you live? What's your last name?" Huo Changqing raised his hand and pointed to Taibai Jian, wanting to make some gesture. There was a noise in his throat, blood gushing from the opening.
The night wind whistled bitterly over the hills, and the creaking of the trees added to the horror of desolation.
Zhu Ling sighed, her clear eyes congealing on the Taibai sword she held in her hand. The white gas was dazzling, but there was no trace of blood. It was indeed a divine object and a sharp weapon, but it was too ominous. She fanatically thought: "The day after tomorrow at noon another human life. Alas, I must hurry to fix this terrible thing. Although I don't know what grudge Huo or Guo has against the big man, I did something wrong, very wrong."
She immediately set to work digging a mud pit and buried the body in it. While she was doing this, she thought, "He said he lives in some big place in Laiyang. This is a tragedy. Laiyang is a big place.
Before she arranged the body, in addition to unsheathed the sword, she only prepared to use the sword to work as a token, and had no intention of swallowing it. She also searched his bag, but only a few ingots of silver, and a note. She read the note under the fire, hoping that Huo Changqing had translated the ancient seal style of the scabbard and left it behind. When she read it, her hair stood on end. At least she had seen the winner commit suicide. It also implicated his descendants.
Li Guang was a famous general in the Han Dynasty. He was promoted to general in the reign of Emperor Jing. He defended Longxi, Shanggu, Yanmen, Yunzhong, Beidi, Daijun and other places. He fought with Xiongnu for more than 70 years and won great victories. The Huns were afraid of him and called him a flying general. However, this famous general of his generation finally committed suicide. If the white sword had been his, it would have been impossible not to believe it.
Suddenly a thought crossed her mind, and she rose in an instant and hurried back to the inn like lightning. She must find the big man trace, and then you can find Huo Changqing's address. Just because she thought of Huo Changqing's daughter wanting to commit suicide, of course, she was afraid that her father could not kill the enemy, but was killed by the enemy, and then went to his home to abuse her. Therefore, a time limit was set for her to commit suicide. Isn't finding his enemy the same as finding his home?
When she reached the inn, it was nearly five o 'clock, and in a great hurry she searched for the next room, and found that the back window of the room was broken. However, the room was empty, but there was still a bundle on the table. It was obvious that the man had not returned. She went back to her room and waited until the hour was over. All the guests in the shop were gone, but the door remained closed and the man did not return. At this time, she was so anxious that she kept walking around the room.
She had calculated that at the speed of her white horse, if she were to start now, she would arrive at the earliest by the end of tomorrow. There was only one hour left before noon, so she must start at once. If anything stood in her way and she could not reach Laiyang in time, a girl's life would be at her mercy. The difficulty, however, lay not in the hurry, but in the fact that she had only one hour left when she reached Laiyang. Even if she was willing to shout from door to door in such a big place, it would be useless. What's more, if you don't even know what people's names are, how can you find out in such a short time? But even though she was faced with an insoluble problem, she must set out at once and try at all. After she had done all she could do, she had to put everything into the hands of Heaven.
Zhu Ling finally set out, hanging his sword at his waist, but wrapped the handle too white sword in a green cloth. She galloped along the road with the sound of hooves. People come and go on the road, everyone is crowded on this land, but each person's fate, but not the same. No one knew what this beautiful young scholar was hurrying for, and even if they did, what would be the use?
The strength and wisdom of men seem so small before their fate. Though it is a small thing, no one can know for sure what it will be before it comes. It's not until later, looking back, that you realize what a fool you've been sometimes. I can't even see through this little truth. Sometimes I count my luck that things have been done before I know it.
Zhu Ling knew that it was a matter of life and death. She thought about the girl who was waiting at home for her father's return. How frightened she must have been looking forward to the appearance of her relatives. Waiting is already a great pain, not to mention the waiting of life and death. "If I were you," she thought, "I should live five days and grow old for twenty years. Why should I mind my own business?" It was no use feeling sorry for herself, so she hurried on, wondering how she would get there.
At noon, she did not attack the point, galloping. She knew that the horse's mount might be just enough to support the long distance, but any further, it would fall dead.
Huo Changqing had changed his name to Guo Shan when he settled in Laiyang, and he told Zhu Lingzhen his name when he died. Later, he quickly corrected his name, but he knew he could not speak. Therefore, even the name did not have time to say, he said that he lived in Laiyang. He had intended to say that he lived in the last room on Dongdajie. But when he only said the word "Dongda", he could not speak out of a clucking voice in his throat. There were very few migrants in those days, and almost all the people in the street knew each other. If Huo Changqing told us his changed name, Guo Shan, he was a teacher and many people knew him. With Zhu Ling as an old jianghu, you can find him in less than an hour, but now it is hard to know.
Huo Changqing's daughter, Huo Minghui, has been guarding three dead bodies alone since her father left. She had never seen a dead person in her life, let alone her mother and two younger brothers, who were very kind to her. So she was sad and afraid, and covered the body with a white cloth. The house sat there for three days, unable to eat anything. Suddenly, she went to her father's bedroom and rummaged for a sharp long sword, which Huo Changqing had used for herself when she was learning arts in Wudang. Now she had a white sword, so she did not take it out with her. She found two more brass paperweights, tied them to the sword, and went back to her room.
Then she thought of a way to kill herself. There was no poison at home, so she could not commit suicide by taking poison. Hanging on the beam, she did not know how to tie a knot very well, and it was too much trouble. He cut his own throat with a sharp sword, and was afraid that his wrist would not be strong enough to kill himself. So she came up with this method. She tied a string to the roof and hung it down. Under it was tied the sword, which had gained weight. The sharp point of the sword was pointed down at the top of her bed, and she had plenty of time to calibrate it slowly. By the morning of the fifth day, she was able to lay down on the bed with precision, and with her chest facing the three-foot-high sword, and with one break of the string, the sharp blade penetrated her heart.
Now there was only one stick of incense before noon, and after she had worshiped the corpse of her mother's brother with a melon and fruit candle, she went back to her room and lit a string of incense, which was bound in the middle of the thin cotton. As long as she had lit this incense, the fire on the incense just burned the string before her father came back. The sharp sword fell down. She had closed her eyes because the fire from the incense had reached the string and was beginning to scorch one side of it.
At that moment Zhu Ling pulled down her horse outside her house and jumped down. She looked up at the sky. It was already noon, so with a wrinkled brow and without wiping the sweat off her face, she raised her hand and pushed the door. Huo Minghui had bolted the door tight before, but at the last breath, she only left it open so that her father could rush in if he came back.
Zhu Ling pushed the door open and entered the room. She was startled, for there were three dead bodies covered by a white sheet in the hall.
She had already knocked into many wrong houses and received a lot of scolding. Until then, she asked about the East Street in the city, so she came to ask it. It was well known that there was a Master Guo with a long collar of three locks, and that the last house was the Master Guo's house. She had just arrived, but it was already noon.
Huo Minghui in her bedroom could smell the scorch of the string, two-thirds of which had burned. There was only a little left, still hanging the cold glittering long sword. She seemed to hear a door, but she did not open her eyes or move, for she was half unconscious. She only sighed. It was hard to wait to die. It is hard to part with a whole life, for better or for worse, to end it in a moment.
Outside Zhu Ling stopped before the white cloth, behind the corpse's feet, the candle was out, but the incense still smoked. She reached down and lifted the white cloth, thinking that she was too late, and that Huo Changqing's daughter was already dead, covered by the white cloth. Everywhere she looked, the faces of three corpses appeared, one was a middle-aged woman, and two were teenage children. She knew that Huo Changqing's daughters could not be so young, so she immediately thought that she had come to the wrong house again. But in any case, breaking into a house with three dead bodies was something very frightening.
The bodies were black with the unmistakable dark palms of the white camel school that Zhu Ling saw. Suddenly it dawned on her that the hatchet-maker had some of the moves that the White Camel School was good at. However, at that time, she never thought of the sect back to Xinjiang in the distance, and actually stopped in the Central Plains. Another thought flashed through my mind like a flash: How could these three corpses be covered with white cloth? How could there be melons, fruits, incense and candles and other things to worship, it must be Huo Changqing's daughter who is not dead.
She flew like a whirlwind to the door where she had just heard the sound. Looking everywhere, she could only see a girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Her face looked so quiet, as if she were asleep or dead, but Zhu Ling knew she was not dead because she had seen the slight movements of her body as she breathed. But there was another sight that made even this master of skill of a generation suffocate her breath and could not move.
At the very moment when she was exposed to the door, a cold light flashed, and a very sharp sword plunged straight into the heart of the girl on the bed. Zhu Ling, who had been highly trained, knew very well that she was too far away to be saved. She turned her face away, not daring to look.
The girl gave a loud cry, and Zhu Ling felt as if she had been cut by a knife in her heart, and her whole body was greatly shaken. Then she heard the girl's gasping and moaning, and with a burst of joy in her heart, she thought: Perhaps the sword did not penetrate her heart, so she did not die, so there may be salvation. But when she got to the bed, she shook her head and sighed, and hurriedly called to the girl. Huo Minghui's eyes opened slightly and she said weakly, "Dad... You have come back... I... '
Zhu Ling hid her face and walked away. She had killed countless people in her life, but this was the first time she had seen such a scene.
The White camel faction actually killed this family completely, and the vicious means made her extremely angry. And the responsibility of avenging Huo Changqing's family moved to her. But how did she take revenge? She smiled bitterly, and though her smile was still pretty, it was very pitiful.
Her eyes now turned from the white sword on the wall, and looking back, there was no one outside the window or door. She thought firmly: While there is no one, she had better hurry to find someone to kill herself. I took the Taibai sword with me, and alas, I finally got this ending. If Brother Stone knew I was in this place, would he come to rescue me? Would he let me die at the hands of this proud man? Now, although I have decided to die, I am at ease in my heart. If I just wipe the white sword, my beautiful jade neck will be broken into two.
She slowly raised her hand to touch the snow-white pink neck, sighed sadly, and said: "Brother Stone, although I am a ghost, I will miss you and protect you in the dark. We will never see each other again in this life."
After Zhu Ling made up her mind to commit suicide, she felt calm in her heart. After she died, everything would disappear. She lifted her upper body and tried to move her legs. She felt dizzy but couldn't make it. You should know that she was injured by one of the most powerful feats in today's martial arts, Emei lost the mind Method three Yang Gong, the injury is serious.
I do not know when, she had fallen into a deep sleep. Gong Tianfu slipped into the room again and stood in front of the bed for a long time. Zhu Ling's incomparable features, like a large stone thrown on a lake like a flat mirror, rippled and then rippled countless. He felt very embarrassed, because he did not want to love anyone, because he was too proud to think that no woman in the world could match him. Now Zhu Ling makes his heart swell, which hurts his pride too much.
He stood motionless for a long time, his eyes moved to the sword on the wall, unconsciously took it down, drew the sword and admired it. Then found the ancient seal on the scabbard. Gong Tianfu was a talented man in both literary and martial arts, and these seal characters were not difficult for him. After careful reading, he did not feel pale for it and thought: "How could she carry such an ominous sword? Ah, did she wake up twice to brace herself and commit suicide with the sword? This sword is terrible, terrible..." After thinking for a moment, he took the sword out of the house and sought a place to hide it.
When Zhu Ling woke up the next day, there was no trace of the white sword. She had to restrain her desire to die. After seven or eight days, she did not see Gong Tianfu. It was Sister Nalan who regained her freedom and accompanied her in her room all day long.
This LAN sister resumed the surname Shangguan, a single name LAN, it was also very good to hear. She was not in the least worried. She said she could not see the heavenly body either, but the snow-white ape was very psychic, and anyone who needed anything could turn to the ape. If she was not in danger of her life, what was there to fear? This little girl is extremely intelligent and has a sweet heart. During the past seven or eight days, Zhu Ling's service was almost inseparable from her.
Every morning and evening, the flute is always heard and sent by the mountain wind. When the melody of Qin or Xiao comes, even Shangguan LAN listens to it, and the expression on his face changes with the tune. Because most of them are very sad, they often weep at each other. If they were seen by an outsider, they would be both funny and sympathetic.
Although Zhu Ling never asked Shangguan LAN about what was going on outside and the mysterious Gong Tian Fu, she gradually could not help herself. From time to time, she wondered what he was doing in her heart. Who is he? Why does he act so proud of the world and live alone in the mountains?
She was fascinated by the melody of every morning and evening. In that instant, all her sorrows were expressed with the music, and her soul became like that of a fairy. Therefore, after a month had passed, she unconsciously waited every morning and evening for the music to come down from the sky.
One day she suddenly thought to herself, "Now I often think that Gong Tianfu has been unfaithful in treating Shi Brother in this way. From now on, I will never think of that wicked man again."
You should know that Zhu Ling's face is unmatched, but on that day, Gong Dafu called her an ugly monster, so she was deeply resentful.
Another half month had passed, and it was the middle of winter. Although Zhu Ling could not move hard, she could get up and go to the window to look at it. Shangguanlan was very busy, because Zhu Ling saw her sincere attachment to him, so he taught her the inner ways and practiced her day by day.
The sky was full of clouds, the wind was strong, and it was very cold. Zhu Ling looked out of the window through the unfading pines and cypress. She could only see the peaks wearing white hats. Seeing the snow, she could not help thinking of the Guanluo area, and many old things came to her mind.
Just at this time, a ray of Xiao's sound fell from the sky, Zhu Ling's beautiful eyes showed a quiet color, softly singing: "... Wandering everywhere, fate calls me to the distance, to the distance..." Her voice gradually rose to the flute: "Wandering everywhere, I have no appointment, no one waiting for me to go..."
While the organ suddenly stops, a tough tenor takes up the voice, but continues with the words she has just learned: "... I have nothing to do with anyone, nothing to do with anyone, nothing to do with anyone in this world. Like the stars hidden in the dark sky..."
Zhu Ling was shocked, but felt very sympathetic to this handsome and proud young man. Until now, it was the first time for them to contact each other, though only in song, but it was easier to move, more profound and beautiful. She hid her face and wept. Outside, behind the shadows of a clump of trees, a pair of eyes watched her eagerly. The eyes shone with hope now, and he knew that Zhu Ling, cold as an iceberg, was beginning to dissolve.
The eyes behind the tree slipped away, back to the top of Sentral Peak.
The great white ape looked at him sadly, for the little master had always been so sad and angry since the last month. He knew the meaning of the organ and the sound, so he was very uneasy.
Gong Dafu sat serenely in front of a few stones, his head covered by an old pine tree that had grown out of nowhere. The big stone at his foot was even more dangerous. It was a large stone cliff at the top of the mountain that protruded diagonally. Therefore, clouds and fog filled his feet and floated. Occasionally, a strong wind blows through a lane of clouds, and you can see the scenery under the peak very clearly.
He sat for a long time without playing his instrument, and the ape sighed deeply behind him. Gong Tianfu was suddenly startled, but without looking back, he stretched out his hand and swept over the guqin. Fairy sound number sound, break the sky and rise, all sound of time for the rest. Qin Yun Zheng Cong, like a small waterfall of flowing water, the huge white ape immediately rejoicingly overturned. In the sound of the qin, it has heard the vitality, just like in the harsh winter, suddenly found a hint of spring.
Zhu Ling, who listened to the piano by the window in the room, was also very surprised. She asked Shangguan LAN, "LAN 'er, do you think this tune is a little different?"
Shangguan LAN opened her eyes wide and said, "If I listen to this kind of melody every day, I will never be tired of listening to it for a lifetime."
"Really? What good is this tune?"
'I... I can't put my finger on it, but I feel so comfortable, as if there is hope for everything. '
'Yes,' I said. Zhu Ling suddenly fixed her eyes and thought, and then said gravely, "He has changed his mind, but why? Does he want to walk on earth and compete for fame and fortune like others?"
"What did you say, Aunt Ling?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Let's never talk about him again." At this point the music had long died down, so that the whistling of the wind outside the window and the song of the birds coming home in the evening came distinctly into the house. She seemed to hear a sound, but she did not notice it: "Let me tell you, my heart is often occupied with sad past, and I like to hear sad and melancholy tunes. Then I can pick up the old dreams from these sad melodies. But now I don't like to hear it, and let's not talk about him. I think Brother Shixuan would be very unhappy if he knew that I was always talking about other men, who were so handsome. Do you know what I mean?"
"Aunt Ling, I know... But I don't like that Uncle Stone. You are so beautiful, and anyone who can bear to make you sad must be very cruel, so I don't like him."
Zhu Ling said, "Oh, no, he is very kind. He just misunderstood me..." At this point, the mournful sound of Xiao was suddenly sent by the wind. Zhu Ling showed her eyebrows and murmured, "LAN 'er, you have a point. He is too cruel to me."
You should know that Gong Tianfu's Qin Yin Xiao sound is so wonderful that people's feelings can be transferred and fluctuated accordingly. At first Zhu Ling did not think that Shangguanlan's careless words were right, but with the mournful Xiao sound, she could not judge the right and wrong of the matter rationally at once. She felt pity for herself and thought, "Brother Shi is so cruel to me. Even though he hates me, he can beat me and scold me all he wants, but he can't deny me even a little room for explanation..."
Gong Tianfu had gone down to the summit after Qin Qin. Catching sight of Zhu Ling and Shangguan LAN standing by the window, he rushed over. I was not sure whether to show up or not, but I remained proud. Suddenly listen to Zhu Ling say Shi Xuan in the name and his deep feeling, in a few words, has revealed. The moment is like a basin of cold water under the head, cold spine also shivers.
He ran to the top of the mountain, and on the dangerous rock, he drew out his jade flute and began to play it.
Within him, waves of emotion swept the stormy sea. In addition to his disappointment and sadness, he hated why he had fallen in love with this woman. Now he had to admit that if he had ever felt unusual feelings for Zhu Ling, why else would he be so sad? This was deeply embarrassing to him and damaged his pride and self-respect. There was a note of self-reproach and self-hatred in that voice, mixed with sadness.
Day by day, the blink of an eye is already the end of winter. Zhu Ling has been living in the mountains for more than two months. To be honest, she would rather die in this mountain if the palace and heaven did not disturb her spirit every day. At present, it is because the injury is not healed, it is difficult to move, so there is no choice. Shangguan LAN ice and snow clever, high qualification, make people shout. Zhu Ling passed on all her inner merits. she fully understood and made rapid progress.
Zhu Ling was anxious to know how long it would take for her to fully recover from taking the purple river pill every day. However, she had not seen Gong Tianfu for two months. Although she knew from the sound of the qin and xiao playing that Gong Tianfu had returned to peace of mind, she herself fell into trouble and distress.
The first point was that she always wanted to think of Gong Tianfu, which made her very ashamed, you do not talk about how cruel Shixuan to her, she should not always think of that man.
The second point is that she felt that she really hated Shixuan. Whenever the sound of qin xiao rang, she immersed in the past, after thinking, more and more feel that Shixuan is too unfeeling, and even doubt he has moved other love. So in the last that meet, he held Yi Jing, regardless of go.
But in her waking moments, she felt terrible that she hated Shixuan so much. She knew that she was just making an excuse for herself to forget him and love someone else, so every time she thought about it rationally, she wanted to leave quickly. But since she woke up, she had never seen Gong Tianfu, so she did not know when she would recover.
She said to Shangguan Landao, "LAN 'er, go to Gong and ask him when I will recover. But don't say I told you to ask." Shangguan LAN led the order out of the house, but looked everywhere for the palace heaven could not be touched. Although she knew that palace Tianfu was living in the north courtyard, she went to many times, never found his figure. Therefore, if she did not hear the sound of heavenly music floating down from the clouds every morning and evening, she would almost think that Gong Tianfu had left the Xianyin Peak.
Shangguan LAN young suffering, so understand a lot of things, has become very mature. In the past two months or so, she has gained the inner virtues and mental methods of the Xuanming Religion, and her body has doubled. At the same time, because the food is very good, her cheeks appear red and tut-tut, and just on the Xianyin peak is really a world of difference.
Every time she went to the north yard to find the palace day Fu, she felt that she suddenly became very naive and ignorant, because she thought about it, always can not think why Zhu Ling ordered her to find the palace day fu asked about it, but did not understand that it was her idea. Was Aunt Ling afraid of him? She knew it wasn't. Hate him, then? This LAN 'er also knows wrong. Because a palace day fu is really very beautiful, two he played the ethereal music, has enough to forget the past his cruelty and become fond of him. From the way Zhu Ling talked about Gong Tianfu recently, you could also feel that she didn't hate him. Then Shangguanlan became confused and confused. She did not understand why Zhu Ling was like this.
Several days passed in a blink of an eye. One evening, the music of the piano drifted over the peaks and then floated among the trees and vegetation.
Shangguan LAN asked, "Aunt Ling, why did you tell me not to tell him that you wanted to ask about that?" Indeed, she had been holding back for too long, so as soon as she said these words, although it was a little profound, she felt a sudden relief in her heart, like removing a stone of a thousand jin.
Zhu Ling took a deep look at her, sharp and clear eyes, as if she wanted to penetrate her heart.
"That's because I don't want him to know that I'm thinking of him."
Shangguan LAN blinked more puzzled and whispered, "Aunt Ling, I don't understand. People always said I was sensible, and I thought I was sensible, but now I know I was really stupid."
"Stupid? No, you shouldn't understand. When you understand my feelings, it means that you have experienced the pain and pain. I think... ' She drew her voice long and looked meaningfully out of the window, toward the misty summit, and continued, "I think he must have changed his mind about me and is avoiding me." Shangguan LAN seemed to understand and gave a voice. "Of course, I avoided him not to change my feelings, but for the sake of Brother Shi. I don't want Brother Shi to misunderstand me again, even if he treats me like this..."
The sound of the piano moved the heartstrings, and Zhu Ling wept with self-pity. After a long time, the music stopped. Shangguan LAN said, "Aunt Ling, I can't find him all the time. Why don't you climb to the top of the mountain to find him?"
Zhu Ling said quietly, "No, I'll just have to be patient. When I can use my strength to walk around, I'll take you down the mountain and wander to the ends of the earth."
Shangguan LAN picked up the silver basin and went out to scoop water from an outside well. Suddenly saw a man sitting by the side of the bar, his head slanting at the horizon rosy clouds, the posture is very elegant and unrestrained. This man is always hearing the sound of the people can not see the palace Tianfu. Shangguan LAN was overjoyed and hurried over.
Gong Tianfu did not look back, but Shangguan LAN could see a wistful expression on his face. It made her girlish heart shudder. She stood motionless, unable to move. He turned his head, and his face was cold and disdainful. Shangguan LAN's heart sank. Such an extreme change was truly painful to see.
"Gong... Uncle Gong, when will my aunt Ling recover from her injuries?"
He snorted into his nostrils and said, "Did you ask or did she tell you to ask?"
'Yes... I asked..." Shangguan LAN would respond meekly.
Gong Tian Fujun's eyes flashed a cold light and said abruptly, "Is it really you?"
Shangguan LAN was flustered, lowered his head and could not answer. She thought that Uncle Gong was as strange as Aunt Ling. One told her not to say it was her idea, while the other insisted on who asked the question. Could it be that there was so much mystery in it that it deserved so much attention?
Palace day fu a look at her look, know she asked is false, Zhu Ling asked is true. His heart angrily thought, "She is in such a hurry to go down the mountain, and she clearly regards me as dust. I wish she could not come down early. You will see. One day it will be painful for her to leave me, but then I will want her to leave me."
Shangguan LAN finally did not get his reply, return and Zhu Ling.
The second morning, the sound of the piano echoed in the mountains, Zhu Ling listened to it, not knowing whether it was happy or sad. For a moment, she felt her mind drift, but for a moment she felt very uncomfortable. After listening to the music, my body was languorous and lazy. Ask LAN 'er, she also said that this music is not pleasant, a mess, listen to straight doze off.
In the evening, the same tone makes the mind wander at one time and feel uneasy at the other.
After seven days in a row, Zhu Ling suddenly realized something was wrong. Although her internal injuries had recovered a lot, her joints and muscles were much softer, and she had lost a lot of appearance after working hard.
She concentrated her thoughts for a long time, but because she did not know the magic use of the three Yang Gong, she finally had no answer. She decided to change her style from this day on. She would no longer confine herself to her cubicle. She would go out for a walk often. For one thing, she will exercise her muscles. Second, she felt that the life and history of Gong Tianfu this person was too mysterious. I remember that day when we started fighting with him, he actually fully understood the fine skills of the major schools of martial arts and could use them with great skill.
This is really an incredible thing. Suppose he had stolen the skill, and it would not have been so powerful, as the masters of all factions did. But if he had been taught by different schools, such things would not have happened in martial arts. So when she went out for a walk, she could observe him and find out where he came from.
For the first few days she merely walked about the West Yard, where she lived. By this time she could see that the willow paths and shady elm trees were elegantly decorated with wind pavilions and water pavilions. But there were only three courtyards, east and west, and a great hall in the middle of them, which were habitable. The stone houses were all covered with green vines, and there was a lot of natural interest in their simplicity. The east courtyard is probably unoccupied, the north courtyard is the residence of the palace Tianfu, and the west courtyard is the residence of Zhu Ling and Shangguanlan. Now she began to wonder how this garden house could be built and yet be so elegant. Gradually she was attracted by the beauty and quietness of the scene, and that day she went out of the West yard alone for a walk, and went to the back of the house. She passed a lotus pond and crossed an arched white stone bridge. The stone bridge is flanked by vermilion railings, and the water below it is crystal clear. Zhu Ling leaned over the railing and stared at her reflection on the water. Lifting the jade hand gently brushed temples, dark sigh. Thought: The water took away the time, also took away the life, like me so alive, what is the meaning? Zhu Yan snubbing, admiring oneself alone, alas! In a little while I shall be white-haired and youth gone forever... Think of here, can not help but croon: "The most is the world can not stay, Zhu Yan quit the mirror flower quit the tree..."
Ten thousand kinds of dark resentment, infinite desolation, all hit my heart. At this moment, how she hopes to have someone to talk with her, even if it is the palace, she also welcomes. A sudden dizziness struck her. She had looked down at the stream for so long that she felt as if she were about to fall into it. She smiled bitterly. She knew that if she straightened up quickly, she would be all right, but she did not move. She thought, "It would be more pleasant to fall and drown. A soft waist, really top-heavy, straight into the water. The figure suddenly flashed, and an arm wrapped around Zhu Ling's waist.