The Beginning of the Mountain Rain in the Palace of Eternal Life

Chapter 13

"Who is this little girl?" Lin Feng asked, looking at the girl Qiu Shui sent to him.

"The granddaughter of the old swordsmith, his first condition is to cure her blindness, which you are good at."

"Hmm... let me see..." After saying that, Lin Feng leaned over slightly, and stretched out his hand to explore her eyes.

"I thought you would insist that you don't need my help." Then he continued to check while talking.

"I can still do it myself, but you are better at saving people and treating them."

"How can a girl's family put murder and arson on her lips, it will scare the children."

"Do you see anything?"

"Yes, but it's just a mere blindness. It's because the dirt stays in the eyes for a long time, and it's smoked, so it's blind, and the eyes themselves are not serious." After finishing speaking, Lin Feng turned to the little girl and said, " Don't you cry often?"

"If I cry, grandpa will be sad. So Nannan can't cry."

"How can a child not cry? What a silly child!"

"What do you think? Don't teach bad children."

"You look like you haven't cried before. Don't you know that your eyes will be very bright after crying, and you can see clearly?"

"This..." Qiu Shui was stunned when he heard the words, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Take her to the kitchen, pinch a few onions first, let her cry for three sticks of incense, then smoke with Fu Yuxiang for another hour, and then bring her to see me when you're done."

"Yeah, I remember." After that, Qiu Shui led the little girl to the kitchen.

When the snow rests and the plums fall, I pay attention to it for a while.

Whose laughter fell into whose ears, whose long road came to an end, it turned out that when the ending came, it was so painful.

"Xi Ran, the white plum tree at Wangmeijian should bloom this winter, let's... go back and wait for it to bloom..."

"it is good!"

Yanxia Mountain.

"I've never seen such a strong child. I squeezed five onions before she cried!" Qiu Shui said while looking at Lin Feng who was giving the little girl an injection.

"Why are your eyes red?" Lin Feng raised his head and glanced at Qiu Shui and asked.

"I just squeezed one and cried!"

"Haha, you lost to a child!"

"Don't laugh, be careful of hand shaking, you've got the wrong acupuncture point."

"I still have that confidence."

"Are you ever insecure?"

"Confidence is the path to success."

"When will she see it?"

"Get rid of the filth, open up a few acupoints, and then smoke for half an hour. After a good night's sleep, you will be able to see it the next day."

"Really? Brother, can I really see things again?" Hearing this, the little girl was very excited.

"Don't shake, I'm dazzled, it won't be too late to get excited tomorrow."

"I'm sorry... Nan Nan knows..." Then, the little girl became quiet again, and let Lin Feng administer the needle without moving.

"What a well-behaved child." Qiu Shui couldn't help sighing.

"You were very disobedient when you were young?"

"Uh...don't remember..."

"Do you need me to stick a few needles for you?"

"No, you should pierce yourself first, because you often speak incoherently."

"Personality is not a disease, it's my pride, and I can't change it."

"Ah..." The little girl couldn't help but snort suddenly.

"Ah, the corner of her eye is bleeding! Sir, you pierced it wrong!"

"When you see it, go get the medicine and handkerchief, what are you laughing at?"

"Oh……"

An hour later, when everything was finally over, Qiu Shui sent the little girl to sleep peacefully.

At Maoshi the next day, when the little girl opened her eyes, her eyes were back to normal. After a burst of joy, she returned to Drifting Wind Valley along with the autumn water.

Looking at the plum stream, thousands of plum trees form a forest by themselves, just waiting for the snow to bloom.

Although not as spectacular and beautiful as Xuemei Mountain, the long-lived Meilin Water Stream is a landscape of its own.

The plum blossom tree beside the water mist platform, which stands alone by the stream, has long branches that are no longer what they looked like when they were young.When the flowers bloom, the falling plums will float into the water stream and sprinkle the entire water mist platform.

"Xi Ran, you wait for me here, I have to leave for a few days."

"I just came back and the master is leaving again!"

"I have to see someone, and I'll be back soon."

"Can't I go?"

"Master hopes that when this white plum tree blooms, someone will be there. I hope Meijian is the home of you and me, master and student. Master doesn't like that there is no one here."

"It's only the beginning of September, and there are still many days before winter. Master will definitely see it bloom. Then... Xi Ran waits for Master to come back here, and let's watch the white plum blossoms together!"

"Okay..." Ye Huangquan lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, touched Xi Ran's head lightly, then turned and left.

"Master! You must come back quickly! I'll wait for you to see the white plum blossoms together! Look at the white plum blossoms we planted together!"

Xi Ran yelled loudly behind him, but he couldn't turn his head back, all kinds of knots flooded into his heart, making him speechless for a moment, and he could only move forward with firm steps and no regrets.

After Fu Huaisheng left the ghost market, he went to the old site in southern Xinjiang to investigate. After waiting for a few days, he only caught a masked man in black who was behaving strangely.

But before being questioned, the masked man in black took poison and committed suicide. After several rounds of investigations, nothing was found.After thinking for a long time, Fu Huaisheng ordered people to burn down the old site.

After the fire was extinguished, the old site was completely burned to ashes, and there were no clues, Fu Huaisheng asked several people to stay behind, and he turned around and never returned to the island.

There are thousands of paths in the floating world, and the destiny is fixed for a while, just like this world of human affairs is ethereal, the world of mortals is chaotic, and the past that cannot be traced back can only follow the trend.

On the wilderness road, the strong wind was blowing, and it seemed that the rain was about to come.

The determined swordsman coldly blocks the way with his sword.

"Who?" Fu Huaisheng stopped and asked.

"On martial arts, try a knife, which one do you like?"

"Give me a reason to draw my sword."

"Does it count as saving your life?" With a cold reprimand, Ye Huangquan suddenly drew his sword.

The wind is fierce, the knife is fast, and the moon arc long knife rolled up and took off. Ye Luanchen went straight to Fu Huaisheng with cold killing intent.

Seeing the menacing approach, Fu Huaisheng knew that this battle was inevitable, but he still didn't want to draw his sword, he just moved his palms back to his feet to avoid the killing intent.

"your name?"

"It means nothing to you!"

"It's a martial arts competition, so why be so vicious?"

"Then why don't you draw your sword?" After saying that, he quickly changed his saber posture, made more fierce moves, and tried more decisively, especially fighting desperately.

"As a swordsman, you shouldn't come to me."

"For a warrior, the blade in his hand is invisible!"

"Since you have made up your mind, if Fu Huaisheng evades again, it will be dusting the sword." Then he lifted his sword coldly out of its sheath.

There was a crisp sound, and the flowing shadow transformed into a shape. The shadow in the wind and dust was as fast as a stream of light, sweeping across Yehuangquan like an electric dragon swimming.

"A good sword is worthy of Qingsha Liuying, worthy of Fu Huaisheng."

"What are you fighting for?"

Ye Huangquan's cold eyes froze, but he didn't say any more, the moon arc long knife was like wind and rain, so fast that it was impossible to figure out, and it was so fast that it confused people's eyes.

In the windy leaves, knives and swords interweave a blurred dream of light and shadow, and palms and feet circle around to create a hazy patchwork of sand and stones.

All over the wilderness, the flocks of birds were frightened and scattered, and the grass and trees were dusty.

"Some people say you have a sword called Liu Guang Yimeng."

The staggered blades of the blades grazed their respective temples, wiping off a strand of hair and fluttering, and people in two places stood holding swords.

"Because it will make the recruits soak in the beautiful dreams of the past before they die. This trick has no name at all, and someone named it Liuguang Yimeng."

"Then let me see this dream streamer..."

"Liuguang Yimeng only kills people."

"Then kill someone." Then, Ye Huangquan slashed through the wind, as if he had done everything he could in his life, turned into a swift electric slash, vowing to shatter Liuguang's dream.

"You... oh..." With a sigh, Fu Huaisheng abruptly changed his posture, the flowing shadows changed, and the sand cleared like a dream.

However, he was defeated by a sudden change.

I saw Ye Huangquan attacking Fu Huaisheng directly with a strong sword, completely ignoring Liuying's power, and only focused on breaking his moves, regardless of life or death.

Fu Huaisheng was astonished, and immediately turned into a three-point sword, but Liu Ying still pierced his chest, and the moon arc long knife reached the slightest part of his neck.

"You..." Fu Huaisheng was astonished, filled with helplessness and sighed.

"I lost……"

"Yes, you lost, Liu Guang Yimeng... broke..."

"You..." Fu Huaisheng pulled the sword back into its sheath.

With a sound of red vomiting, his clothes were completely stained, Ye Huangquan held his bloody chest, staggered slightly, turned and prepared to leave.

"Let me take you to heal your injury. It should not reach your heart. If you take care of it properly, it will be fine." Fu Huaisheng raised his hand and shouted.

"No, I have more important things to do..." After finishing speaking, he stopped after taking a few steps, his trembling body seemed to be feeling the coldness of the late autumn wind.

"If one day you see Lin Feng, tell him that my method has been verified and everything is my choice..." Then she resolutely left.

"You! Do you know Lin Feng? What is the relationship between you two? Why are you doing this?" There was a voice of eager doubt but no answer, and the raised hand couldn't keep the person who left.

Fu Huaisheng stood in the same place for a long time, and suddenly had an illusion, just like that day when the maple forest fell and fell apart...

Nothing happened and then changed, who would have thought that such unknowns would be encountered on the way back, there was no clue at all, just a vague uneasiness enveloped the heart.

Drifting in the Wind Valley, Qiu Shui returned the intact little granddaughter to the old swordsmith.After the grandfather and grandson hugged happily, the old man sent Nannan to rest, and then told Qiushui the second thing.

"You want me to go to the famous sword platform to steal things? The map is ready! Who are you? You know that there is such a thing as a stewed chain crystal seed in the famous sword platform, and you even know where it is hidden." Qiu Shui took the old man I looked at the map that was handed over, and I was a little puzzled.

"This is the old man's grievances with Mingjiantai. The story is very long. Do you want to listen to the old man slowly tell it here?"

"What if they force me to tell who instigated it?"

"You can't say a word, keep it secret."

"Why do you want to keep it secret for you? You want me to do dangerous things, and you want me to keep it secret for you, that's not okay!"

"What a cunning woman! She doesn't want to suffer at all." The old man glanced at her with cold and cautious eyes.

"This kind of loss doesn't end with a bite of Huang Lian, it might be fatal! I didn't bargain, it's because you always want to add conditions. Isn't the old man a bit too bullying to women!"

"Hmph..." The old man snorted coldly and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then the third condition is the same. If anyone asks you about the braised chain crystal seed and me, you must keep your mouth shut. You can't say anything, and you can't hint anything. In short , everything is kept secret."

"Old man, you have become so cunning! Not saying anything is sometimes equivalent to acquiescing, and it will make people lose their judgment."

"Hmph, let's go, I don't want to see you now." After saying that, he turned his back to her, with the obvious intention of seeing off the guest.

"Okay, I'll go then, wish me success, old man." Qiu Shui smiled and turned to leave Drifting Wind Valley.

"Hmph, young people are always cunning! Especially women!"

Speeding all the way, the blood stained the whole body, but completely ignored it.

In the wilderness and different places, a barren path separates a bamboo forest into two places, and a small wooden pavilion looms in the middle of the forest.

"I have broken Fu Huaisheng's Liuguang Yimeng, it's time for you to fulfill your promise and hand over the cultivated stamens to me."

"Of course, I will never break my word."

Suddenly, a group of people sprang out from the other side of the path. The leader was a masked swordsman in black, and everyone killed Lingling.

"Want to kill me?" Ye Huangquan covered the wound with one hand, while holding the Moon Arc Long Saber tightly with the other, his cold eyes were wary of whoever came.

"No, you're wrong, I just wanted to ask you a favor."

"You just need to hand over the antidote."

"Don't worry, the antidote, I will return it to your apprentice along with your body." Immediately, the figures in the pavilion raised their hands suddenly, and everyone stepped forward to surround Ye Huangquan.

"Hmph..." Ye Huangquan snorted coldly, and the blood gradually faded from the sheath of the long knife.

All of a sudden, blood intertwined with scattered bamboo leaves scattered everywhere.

"As expected of someone who can break Fu Huaisheng's Liu Guangyi's dream, he can still have such courage after being hit by his sword moves. It's really amazing!" The people in the pavilion looked at Ye Huangquan who had been fighting for a long time, but he still held his long knife tightly and stood still. , can not help but sigh.

"You want to use me to deal with Fu Huaisheng?"

"So what, if you can kill him, all of this will be easy to settle, but it's a pity that although you can break Liu Guang's dream, you can't kill him after all."

Facing the crowd who were only surrounded and not hurt, Ye Huangquan finally understood everything, but it was hard to recover, his heart was full of worries and entanglements like a thousand catties of boulders covering his heart, and then a mouthful of vermilion gushed out.

I don't know how long I struggled, I don't know when it was, but I saw wreckage and corpses all over the ground.In the end, only the black-clothed swordsman stood coldly, without any injuries.

Ye Huangquan took a breath, leaned over to look, only to find that his whole body was soaked in blood, and every step he took seemed to use up all his strength.

"A swordsman, you must never die by your own sword!" Then he shouted coldly, and the moon arc long sword showed its glory again, like snow flying in the cold sky, and killed the black-clothed swordsman.

"Uh..." There was a sound of astonishment, Zhu Hong added more, Ye Huangquan looked down at the machete piercing his chest dully, his mind was blank for a moment, the long knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and fell into dust.

"You! Didn't I tell you not to leave a wound on him! How dare you act without authorization!" Seeing this, the people in the pavilion couldn't help yelling loudly.

"I am also a swordsman, and the life of the swordsman should die in the hands of the swordsman." After speaking, he pulled out the scimitar suddenly.

Finally, he staggered slumped, took two steps back, then knelt down on one knee in another step, trying to stand up with all his strength, but he had no strength left.

He vomited another mouthful of bright red blood, looked down at the Moon Arc Long Knife falling in the debris, and sighed heavily.

The two most important things in my life are the long knife in my hand and my lover...

Now, the knife has fallen to the ground and is not in my hand, and the person at hand is far away and not by my side.

"Ha...haha..." He took a long breath, smiled, and then coughed violently, spitting out the last breath of blood in his chest.

"Don't worry, I will send your body and the antidote to your apprentice. Not only that, I will also protect her safety, because she must be alive to help me do something."

The only thing he cared about in his life was to be satisfied, he slowly lowered his eyes as if he had received a pardon.

The last ray of consciousness before death, turned into monotonous phrases without words

"Xi……"

Why did the autumn wind turn from sadness to coolness, the flying sand spreads all over the leaves, the yellow grass does not know the vermilion color, the flying smoke and dust cover it, the torrential rain falls, away from human eyes.

Yanxia Mountain.

"Pa..." There was a crisp sound, every inch was broken, and the static paper was messed up.

"Why is my heart suddenly pricked by a needle..." Lin Feng muttered, looking at the bright red pieces of rice paper in front of him, at a loss.

"Where does this familiar sense of sadness and loss come from..."

Suddenly a gust of wind rushes into the study, blows the rice paper, and smudges the cinnabar, like a pair of red plums and snow falling.

The memories of the past flooded in like a tide, filling his entire brain in an instant.

"What annoyance! Why is it so profound after so long!" Lin Feng angrily threw the messy red rice paper towards the door.

"What's the matter? Sir." The rice paper almost hit Qiushui who was entering the door, she instinctively caught it with her hand, but got cinnabar in her hand.

"If you see something clearly, you can pick it up and wash your hands." Lin Feng glanced at her and said.

"I don't pick up whoever throws it. Why don't you say that you just throw things around?" Qiushui put the soiled rice paper on the table by the door and window.

"I remember something, so I'm in a bad mood." After a pause, he said, "What did the old man ask you to do again?"

"The third condition is to keep me secret, so I just came to tell my husband that I will be away for a while."

"Understood, you...be careful..."

"Hmm..." Then, he turned and prepared to leave.

"Qiu Shui..." Lin Feng suddenly stopped her.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Qiu Shui turned around and asked him.

"It's nothing, just let me know when you're done."

"Understood, sir." Then he turned and left.