[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] Qian Jixue

Chapter 1

Han Qingyun was only 16 years old when he met that person. At that time, he followed his master to the Flower Valley to see the newly transplanted exotic flowers and plants. He wore a brand-new Taoist robe, carried a newly-issued sword, and lined up with his senior brothers by the Luoxing Lake. .The breeze blows over the ridge, and the white robes fly away. All of them are young men with rich age.

Yangchun is warm and rainy, and when the weather is fine, it is easy to plant flowers. By noon, the prepared open spaces are covered with flowers and plants.The sun-loving ones are colorful in the sun, and the shade-loving ones are clustered under the trees, and the Wanhua disciples wearing black robes shuttle among them, and the robes pass by the flowers and trees with a strong smell, and the fragrance hits the sweet and refreshing .

"Ah-choo." Han Qingyun sneezed, retreated to the shade where there were few people, raised his sleeves to block his itchy nose, and took a breath from the sun-drowsy.

Chunyang seldom has this kind of hot sun. Although he is dressed in plain and refreshing Taoist robes, and there is no drop of sweat on his smooth porcelain white neck, he is already uncomfortable after standing in the sun for a long time.

The sharp-eyed Sister Hua reminded him to watch out for his feet.

Han Qingyun lowered his head, there were indeed a few ferns planted beside the roots of the trees at his feet, and some unnamed ones were hidden on the stakes in the tree holes, and he would step on them if he took a step back.

He nodded quickly, bent down to straighten out the sunken soft soil surface, and poked back the half-dew-stopped black wooden wedge brought back, and then looked up, two Wanhua had already hurried over.

When the younger one saw him, he immediately asked him if he had seen a stalk of grass, a glowing grass, and looked down at the few stalks at his feet while talking.

Han Qingyun shook his head, and walked away impatiently.The older brother stayed and apologized, saying that he had disturbed the Taoist leader.

"If it's not here, where is it? Brother..."

"I'm afraid you lost it on the way back to the valley."

"Impossible, I remember planting it just now."

"I planted hundreds of plants early in the morning, and I have to record them one by one. I went to the boy to get the book and found nothing. There must be none."

"...Oh, it's a pity, I still want to... look for it..."

Hearing that the two were drifting away, Han Qingyun lost his previous annoyance under the shade of the tree, and didn't want to go to the flowers easily, so he simply stood under the tree and waited for his brothers to call him.

In the distance, the sun is shining brightly, and the shadows of the trees above the head are mottled. If you look at it for a long time, you will be in a trance.

Han Qingyun was a little sleepy, before he had time to yawn, his eyes were suddenly blindfolded.He opened his mouth to call senior brother, but after taking a breath, he smelled a bitter medicine smell on the other party.

"Little Daoist, what's your name?"

Han Qingyun was quite surprised, knocked off his hands and stepped back three steps away, leaving the man laughing at his flustered appearance:

"Look at you... Hahaha, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just kidding."

The person who came was a young Wanhua, with long hair similar to other disciples, and a certain black robe that he couldn't name, his skin was as white as those Wanhua who had been drilling medicine all year round and never seen the sun, with a young face. Seeing that he was not more than one or two years older than him, he apologized, but his eyes showed a bit of sarcasm, making Han Qingyun unsure whether to reply or greet first.

"you you……"

"What about me? I thought disciple Chunyang has excellent hearing, you can hear my footsteps. Who, know, know, oh..." Wan Hua spread her hands innocently, then smiled again.

Finally understanding the intention of the other party's teasing, Han Qingyun ignored the etiquette, grabbed the hilt of the sword and handed it, and said angrily: "You, what are you looking like? We fought before."

Han Qingyun was at the time when he was young and innocent, Wan Hua deceived him to look fair and childish, but he didn't expect him to come for real, only when he saw him draw out his sword did he change his expression, and hurriedly hid behind the tree.

Beside the tree are those new plants that are cherished by thousands of flowers, Han Qingyun dare not step on them directly, and chases people around the tree pole with one deep foot and one shallow foot, the speed is not much faster than walking.

The momentum is not strong, the price is perseverance, Wan Hua hides around the tree for the third time, and finally can't help but beg for mercy.

"Little Daoist, stop chasing."

"Little Daoist, please forgive me."

"I won't tease you anymore, I won't dare next time... Hey..."

"...Are you chasing after me again? Look...your senior brother..."

The thief shouted "Catch the thief", Han Qingyun couldn't listen anymore, panted and put away his sword, picked a square stone in the shade and sat down carefully, turned his back and ignored him.

Wan Hua stared at his back for a while, touched his side, stretched out her hand and tugged at the white silk on his dao crown: "Don't be angry, Xiao Daoist?"

"Don't bully Li Jing."

Wan Hua was stunned for a moment, but she endured it and laughed with a "poof": "Who told you that I'm from the Buddhist scriptures? I'm from the Huajian School."

Han Qingyun didn't believe it, turned his head and said: "You have such a strong smell of medicine, just scare me."

"Really." Wan Hua seriously took out a bamboo pen from her bosom, and handed it under the tip of his nose, "Take it and see if it's Xiuhuajian's pen."

Han Qingyun avoided him and whispered: "...I don't know much about this..."

"That's right, I started late and only learned two levels, so my future pens will be more beautiful than this one." Wan Hua put it away resentfully, and then said, "Why are you here alone? You see that other Chunyangs are all there. In the flower field, I just wanted to tease you because I saw you here alone."

"It's nothing, the smell of flowers is choking." Han Qingyun's nose itched as he spoke, and it was only after he answered honestly that he realized why he had to tell him.

"Well, maybe it's because you're at odds with some kind of flower, so it's better not to go there." Wan Hua said concerned, and turned to tug on his sleeve, "Then can you tell me now, what's your name?"

Han Qingyun turned his face, and happened to meet his eyes that suddenly darkened when he was not smiling, and also caught his sight, and there was a bright red mole hidden at the end of his eyes.

"My name is Han Qingyun." He stood up, shook off the dead leaves at his hem, and asked him, "What's your name?"

"My name is Mo..." Wan Hua suddenly paused, thought for a while, and quickly cupped his fists at him, "My name is Mo Zhiqi."

"...Isn't this name made up to deceive me?"

"Where is it?"

"Who would think twice about reporting his name?" Han Qingyun looked at him with a funny face.

Unconvinced, Wan Hua tapped the hilt of his sword, and said, "I call this 'serious matter'. You remember, we will fight again when Hua Jian cultivates to the eleventh level."

"... Really want to fight?" Han Qingyun confirmed with him.

"If you don't fight, how did you become a hero?" Mo Zhiqi asked back.

"The rivers and lakes are dangerous. Master said that if the Chunyang school does not enter the rivers and lakes, they can still cultivate immortals."

"Is that so..."

Mo Zhiqi suddenly muttered something and then fell silent. Han Qingyun waited for a long time without hearing his voice, and couldn't help but wonder:

"what happened?"

"...To be honest, you just sat under the tree, you really looked like a big snow dumpling."

"what?"

"I haven't seen such a big snow dumpling yet, show me one next time?...Hey, don't come here! I won't fight today!...Look, your brother..."

Han Qingyun didn't remember the other scenes at noon that day very clearly, but what was deeply imprinted in his mind was the appearance of Wan Hua reporting her name to him, with her long hair drooping and her smile bright, and the red mole hidden in her curved chest At the end of the eyes, there is also the tangy and bitter medicinal smell, which overwhelms most of the floral fragrance.

Later, if a senior brother really patted him on the shoulder and called him to eat, when Han Qingyun turned his head, Mo Zhiqi had already fled.

I don't know whether it was because he was hiding for fear that he would hit him, or because the new disciples hadn't attended the meeting yet, Han Qingyun didn't see him again later on.But before he left, at sunset, someone pulled the hem of his clothes and threw something into his sleeve.

Han Qingyun didn't see anyone when he looked around, he took it out and saw that it was a bunny with a face, eyes with shattered cherries, and a snow-white mass nested in the palm of his hand, already a little dry.

It must be Mo Zhiqi, Han Qingyun thought, because the rabbit's eyes were exactly the same as his red mole at the end of the eye.

The author has something to say: During the Spring Festival holiday, he was hospitalized for surgery due to illness, and underwent chemotherapy and follow-up treatment, but he did not appear for a long time.He is currently recovering gradually, and there are still follow-up treatments that have not been completed, and he will recover depending on the situation.

wb is appealing to get it back, lof took a breath, Qian Jixue has already saved the manuscript on the hard drive, let me update it, the girl who has already got the copy, don't spoil it haha

Qingshan must be changed until it can be released before it can be changed, and strive to fill in all the pits slowly