sinovels Chapter 73
Chapter 73
Looking at the moon from the second year, Taichang Lake, Shangqiong Island, Shuozhou
Shangqiong Pai
The sparkling lake surface is blown by the breeze, and a row of weeping willows planted on the bank are flying with the wind. There is a small boat in the lake, and no one holds the paddle, drifting with the current.
It was mid-morning, the sun was very bright, soft and without front, warming people and hearts.
On the small boat, lay a young man in a white tunic, resting his head on his hands, lazily basking in the sun with his eyes closed, contented and leisurely.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, swaying in circles, and the water patterns disappeared under the blooming lotus leaves in the lake, and there were red carp jumping, splashing and rippling.
On the slightly swaying boat, the young man breathed smoothly and evenly, as comfortably as if he was already asleep.
The soft wind blew by, bringing the sound of frogs, fish breaking the water, children playing in the distance, and the sound of tearing the air whistling in the sky.
"Ding--"
A section of transparent silk thread with a triangular metal hook tied to the tail flew forward, and the triangular claws were firmly fixed on the bow of the boat, penetrating three points into the wood.Then, a force from the other end of the silk thread dragged the boat and slowly swung through the waves towards the shore.
The young man in white opened his eyes and covered his eyes with the back of his hand. After slowly adapting to the light, he sat up slowly, looked around with a smile on his face, and finally fixed his gaze on a young man in red standing quietly beside the weeping willow.
The delicate young man has picturesque eyebrows, lightly pursed red lips, and slightly frowned long and slender eyebrows, forming a beautiful arc between his brows. A pair of bright gem-like eyes seem to carry a little bit of anger, like anger, like anger, But it looks great.
The young man held a cloak in one hand, and held it in the other hand. The silk thread that should have been transparent in his hand reflected a silver light in the sun, and slid from one section to the other.The end of the silk thread is connected to the small canoe where the young man in white is sitting cross-legged.
The water waves swayed in circles, and the rice-colored lotus flowers and lotus leaves blooming in the lake swayed their bodies, and slowly rowed backwards. The small wooden boat approached the shore little by little, and when it reached Qianqian, a group of people scrambling for food were scattered. The koi flicked its red tail, drawing a ripple, and the school of fish scattered away.
The boat docked.
The young man in white stood still, and greeted the young man in red with a smile, "A Li."
Jiang Feili, the former young master of Bai Yuejiao, and now a loose person, glanced at him, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, put away the silk thread, and threw the cloak in his hand at the young man: "How many months now? My god, you dare to come out in thin clothes to blow air?"
He Yixing rolled his eyes and smiled, took the cloak and put it on obediently, and apologized with a good temper: "It's my fault."
Unwilling to give up, he pointed to Xiao He in the lake: "It's June now..."
"It's not even in July!" The young man stopped He Yixing lightly, "Brother Dong and Roufenggu finally recovered their lives, you want to ruin them, do you want to ask their opinions?"
He Yixing looked at Jiang Feili and said with a smile, "Ah Li, Moqi, I was wrong."
He knew that the young man was just frightened. He had been frightened ever since he was picked up from the sea covered in blood by Shangqiong Sect disciples; The secret medicine sent by the various sects, as well as Dong Yaoshi and the disciples of Roufeng Valley tried their best to save their lives from the hands of the king of Hades; Jiang Feili saw countless times of life and death in his eyes, and the process of struggling to survive made this The teenager is always concerned about his physical condition.
Now, more than a year has passed since that fierce battle. He Yixing was finally able to walk around in the ground three months ago. Now that the weather is good, he can enjoy a boat ride, but he doesn't want to be caught by Jiang Feili.
Jiang Feili rolled his eyes, resentfully grabbed the young man's outstretched hand, and lent him strength. When the young man got up, the boat shook, and He Yixing's eyes flashed. fall.
The small boat carried the weight of two people, shaking and shaking, and the sudden waves of water swayed away in circles, shaking and shaking; there seemed to be one or two whimpers from the wooden boat, light and fluttering, and fleeting with the wind.
The temperature was just right and the sun was warm. Jiang Feili was lying in the young man's arms. He was lazy for a while, not wanting to move. The sideways face caught his eye. The young man's thinner jaw became more distinct, and there were some blue stubbles.
"You have stayed in Shangqiong Island for more than a year, are you bored?"
The young man's voice made his chest vibrate slightly, and the hoarse voice seemed to penetrate Jiang Feili's close skin and penetrated straight into his ears.
Jiang Feili lazily said: "It's okay, it's calm, there's no storm, and it's stable. Your Wantian Sect is really extraordinary. Once you make a move, you will stir up changes in the entire world, and make those disciples of the young masters of the sect come to Shangqiong with their bags packed. The island hides leisurely. The outside world is chaotic, whoever wants to go out will go."
As soon as something happened to He Yixing, a closed-door disciple of Wantianzong, the master of Wantianzong couldn't sit still. He was a highly respected old man, so it was inconvenient to make a move.Because of He Yixing, all the senior brothers who can't do anything but hold their breath to deal with the aftermath, all of them have vented their anger on those who stir up the muddy water in the Jianghu. However, almost all those who were dishonest suffered disaster; this turmoil involving the entire rivers and lakes lasted intermittently for a year.
"I can't blame me for that," He Yixing chuckled, "They've been holding back their energy for a long time, and they're just lending me their name."
The young disciples of Wantianzong almost all grew up watching the teacher's training, and they lived for the justice of the world. They all had a heart of doing their best for the world, and among them, He Yixing was the only one who was a traitor.
The word "traitor" is what Senior Brother He Yixing and Wanzheng wrote to scold him. The reason is very simple. The disciples of Wantian Sect were actually wrapped up with the young master of Baiyue Sect, but this old-fashioned and harsh senior brother was not relieved. .There were three pages of eloquence, and two and a half pages were devoted to persuading him to change his ways. It would be great if he could make a clean break with Jiang Feili.
He Yixing read this letter, and Jiang Feili also read it. The two didn't respond, but Zanyue was furious after secretly reading the letter. He rolled up his sleeves, took Tan Zhi with him, and rushed out to fight with Senior Brother Wan Zheng.Zan Yue didn't come to know, just played shady tricks, forced Wan Zheng to suffer, and was teased by his own brothers, so he wrote a letter to Jiang Feili to ask his "brothers and sisters" for help.
The two were lying on the boat, leaning against each other, whispering softly, but suddenly, a small stone hit the roof, which caught the attention of the two.
He Yixing and Jiang Feili sat up, straightened their clothes, and saw a white-clothed man standing in front of the boat, who looked like a fairy, and he shook the reel in his hand: "Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like he's coming down!" It's not the right time."
He Yixing smiled: "Xiaowei."
The man in white furrowed his hair instantly: "Small, what a small! Honestly call me Weisheng! I'm two years older than the kid next to you!"
Even so, when Wei Sheng was a child with bare buttocks, he was the kind of existence who wiped his nose and followed He Yixing and called his brother in a milky voice. Even if the two were of different schools and grew up, He Yixing would not be able to change this for a while when he saw him. It's a habit, and I don't plan to change it. It's fun to bully my brother once in a while.
Wei Sheng dissatisfiedly threw the roll in his hand towards He Yixing: "Here, Wan Tianzong's message. I brought it here, let's go, you continue."
Sure enough, Weisheng threw down the roll and left immediately. Shangqiong Pai Qinggong is well-known, but in the blink of an eye, this person has already disappeared at the end of his sight.
He Yixing opened the roll, read it several times with a few words, and then handed it to Jiang Feili.
Jiang Feili looked at it and stared, "Huh?"
The smile on He Yixing's face gradually widened: "Clean up, let's go back to Wantianzong to recognize relatives."