The first thing they saw was a child practicing a knife.
At that time, Shen Zhishui was only seven or eight years old, and he practiced the sword move after move in the torrential rain, with a little yellow mud splashed on the hem of his white clothes, and he was in a panic.
Mrs. Shen stood under the eaves, looking at him expressionlessly.
If there was a slight mistake in the move, a merciless spiritual whip would come. Shen Zhishui's body trembled slightly, and finally he couldn't hold back and passed out in the rain, still holding the wooden knife firmly in his hand.
Mrs. Shen's eyes loosened a little, she carried him back to the room, turned around and asked the servants to boil a bowl of ginger soup, and personally fed it to the bewildered child.
Shen Zhishui was so tired that he couldn't lift his eyelids, he said coquettishly, "Mother."
Madam Shen touched his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "En."
"Tomorrow, I don't want to practice swords..."
Madam Shen's gentle face faded, and she walked out of the room with a cold face.
In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, Mrs. Shen called Shen Zhishui to the courtyard and asked him to take out the wooden knife.
Such is the case day after day.
Peiyu didn't understand why Mrs. Shen was so strict at first, but after watching it for a while, she gradually understood. The Shen family only knows the first direct line of Shen Zhishui, and Shen's father passed away early, and the collateral line is eyeing the Shen family's property. When Shen's mother first married, she was also a weak and beautiful woman, but she was a strong mother. After so many years of support, she had to become Now this pair of cold and stern look.
Huai Bo sighed softly, "Poor."
Peiyu quietly took her hand.
Shen Zhishui practiced swords in a small courtyard, never saw anything outside, and had nothing else to do except practice swords and practice every day. Mrs. Shen was busy dealing with the affairs of the Shen family, and often left in a hurry. At this time, he would be lazy for a while, look up at the sky in all directions, or walk to the wall, and smile at the Xinghua sticking out his head.
He seemed to love that branch of rustling spring flowers very much. The wind of the knife made the whole small courtyard into a mess, only that branch of flower was intact, blooming and withering silently.
One day when he was practicing swords in the rain, a large amount of blood suddenly appeared on the ground.
Shen Zhishui touched his whole body in a daze, but he didn't feel the wound, and finally found that blood gushed out from between his legs.
Huai Bai and Pei Yu looked at each other, feeling a bit astonished. In such a situation, it is obvious that menstruation is coming, and Shen Zhishui is actually a woman!
But she was imprisoned in this small courtyard since she was a child, probably even she herself didn't understand the difference between men and women.
Shen Zhishui didn't know what happened, so he continued to swing the knife, and after a while, he squatted down covering his stomach, and stopped in the rain blankly. Her face was pale, her eyes were very ignorant, maybe she thought she was going to die, she struggled to get up and walked to Xinghua, raised her hand for the first time, and touched it lightly.
The flower branches trembled slightly, and a tiny snow-white flower fell tremblingly.
She took the flowers with both hands and held them carefully.
When Mrs. Shen returned to the small courtyard, she saw blood all over the place, she immediately understood what happened, and cleaned up Shen Zhishui. For the first time, he took her out of the courtyard and into the ancestral hall.
She told Shen Zhishui that she was a woman, but she was also the son of the Shen family.
Mrs. Shen took out the No Regret Knife, and mentioned for the first time the matter of her husband's early death.
Elder Liu Yinsu of Shengren Zhuang loves knives. He heard that the Shen family in Heyang and Taichu Tian are famous for their knives, so he sent a post to invite the two family heads to come to the East China Sea to learn how to use knives.
At that time Mrs. Shen was pregnant, Shen's father wanted to shirk it, but the Shen family in Heyang was said to be a family, and it was not worthy of contempt in the eyes of Shengren Zhuang. Shen's father was afraid of offending Shengren Zhuang, so he was in a dilemma. Fortunately, Mrs. Shen is a virtuous and virtuous woman, and said, husband, you don't need to worry, I will take care of the family affairs, so you don't have to worry about the future.
Father Shen said, madam, I'm just afraid of your hard work. When he left, he left a sentence, "I will return before my son is born."
This was also the last sentence he left for Mrs. Shen.
The three of them competed at sea for several days, had a hearty fight, and became friends with each other.
A hundred years ago, the Lord of the Four Seas was massacred by mysterious people, and the aquatic tribes in the sea often fought endlessly for the kingship.
One day when they went to sea, the three of them had very bad luck. They encountered internal fighting among the aquatic tribe, and several armies fought in melee. In the dark, Sheng Xinzhi and Liu Yin escaped by chance, but Shen's father unfortunately died in the belly of the fish.
"Mother, do you want me to seek revenge from the Shui tribe?"
Mrs. Shen shook her head and touched the top of her hair, "There are thousands of aquariums, can you kill them all? My son, I have been feeding you the soup to change your voice and let you practice the exercises to change your body shape. You must do it in the future." You must live as a man, be the head of the Shen family, and revitalize your father's sword of no regrets."
Shen Zhishui cupped Bugui with both hands, and nodded ignorantly.
"Don't fall in love with a man, and don't fall in love with a woman." Madam Shen's eyes showed pity, "The Shen family has paved the way for you. If there are still people who don't agree with you, fight to convince them. Zhishui, you have to fight for everything." First, be the strongest so that you won’t be bullied by others.”
"My son..." Mrs. Shen looked at her tenderly and sadly, "If there is no Liu Yin, why do you have to work so hard?"
Shen Zhishui rubbed his mother's hand, "I'm not working hard."
Mrs. Shen smiled, her eyes gradually turned sharp, "In the future, if you are promising, you will avenge your father and kill Liu Yin."
Shen Zhishui said in surprise: "Why? Father was not killed by Liu Yin."
"If it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for him to force my husband to go to the East China Sea," Mrs. Shen's eyes were red, and she looked like a madman, "Why should my husband suffer such an indiscriminate disaster! Over the years, has he cared half of our orphans and widows? My husband that day He died to save him, but he ignored our mother and daughter, he is more hateful than those water tribes!"
"But," Shen Zhishui looked at the strange name on the memorial tablet, "When will the grievance be repaid? If I kill Liu Yin, what will happen to his wife, children, and parents? Besides, he is not guilty enough to die."
Mrs. Shen raised her hand and knocked Shen Zhishui to the ground, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, "The kindness of a woman! How can I rest assured that I will hand over the Shen family to you!"
After scolding, she asked Shen Zhishui to stay in the ancestral hall to reflect.
Shen Zhishui curled himself up in a corner with no regrets in his arms. Probably still feeling the pain, she put her hands on her lower abdomen, cold sweat dripping drop by drop from her snow-white face.
"Hmm..." A faint moan came from the dark ancestral hall, the voice was a little low.
For so many years, Mrs. Shen has been feeding her the medicine to change the appearance of her voice. Looking at it now, except for her slightly youthful face, no one can tell that she is a young girl in her prime.
Shen Zhishui had menstruation for the first time, and he didn't get a bowl of rice or a sip of water, and was so painful that he passed out several times in a corner. No one came to see her, she was facing an unfamiliar tablet, holding a cold knife in her hand.
The scene on the first Mirage Orb is over.
Peiyu felt a little complicated. Shen Zhishui should have used a mirage to seal her memories in the mirage bead. This technique can be faked, but she thinks this scene is real.
Huai Bai frowned, and took out the second mirage bead.
Shen Zhishui walked in the rain of blood.
The surrounding area was full of decaying grass, gloomy and gloomy, with a flash of white light, black blood surged up, and another monster fell down.
Peiyu knows that this is the place where the devil meets. She immediately understood why Shen Zhishui appeared here—in her previous life, in order to pursue the ultimate Dao of the Sword, she also entered the Land of Encountering Demons alone.
"Tsk tsk," said Waiper, holding his chin, "I'm really not afraid of death."
Peiyu asked, "Do you know this place?"
Huai Bo nodded, "Of course." In order to enhance their strength and gain fame, many monks would go there to kill demons, and many would be buried there forever. Huai Bai also went in alone back then, and she wanted to become stronger.
Shen Zhishui was not very lucky. After beheading several powerful monsters one after another, he actually came face to face with a monster half a realm higher than her.
After a hard fight, when he was almost exhausted, a young man suddenly rushed into the battle.
The two cooperated surprisingly tacitly, the monster was cut into several pieces, and fell to the ground slumped.
Shen Zhishui held the knife, panting for breath, but the young man fell down on the ground regardless of his appearance, and scolded with a smile: "Damn, I thought I would die here!"
"Thank you, fellow daoist, for your help." Shen Zhishui took a short break and saluted, "I'm in Heyang, Shen Zhishui, may I ask your name?"
The young man waved his hand, "Don't be so polite, my name is Xie Canglan, a loose cultivator."
Shen Zhishui was stunned for a moment, his face showed surprise, and after a while, he raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Jiu Yang."
Shen Zhishui and Xie Canglan became sworn brothers, and then traveled together to slay demons. After a few years, she won the first place in the sword test competition, and she did not regret her sword's fame.
And Mrs. Shen became sick from overwork for several years, and passed away a few years ago.
In the mirage, Shen Zhishui stood in front of the court, looking up at the white apricot blossoms.
Zhao Yu ran excitedly, but suddenly became quiet and stopped a few feet away from her.
In the spring rain of apricot blossoms, the young man stood under a flowering tree, looking at a tree full of flowers. His white clothes were spotless, his temple hair was wet by the drizzle, and his face became whiter. Standing under the flowers, she looks like a young man who walks out of a black and white ink painting. She is beautiful, but it makes people feel empty.
Shen Zhishui seemed to feel something, turned around and looked at Zhao Yu across the clouds and smoke in the black and white mountains and rivers.
Finally, Zhao Yu broke the silence.
She smiled and blinked, and the ink painting suddenly turned into colors, and the world seemed to become alive.
Zhao Yu reached out and touched some apricot blossoms, and several white flowers swirled and fluttered down, "Unexpectedly, you, Shen Zhishui, would have a day when you would not practice swordsmanship."
Shen Zhishui smiled shyly.
"Do you like almond blossoms?"
Shen Zhishui nodded, then shook his head again.
Zhao Yu laughed out loud, his eyes bent into crescent moons, "Are you a log? Do you like it or not?"
Shen Zhishui thought about it carefully, and then said: "The place where I used to practice swordsmanship was a small courtyard." She gestured as she spoke, "There is nothing, but there is a tree of apricot blossoms next door, and a branch of flower sticks out over the wall , stretched out."
Zhao Yu smiled and said, "A branch of red apricot came out of the wall?"
Shen Zhishui shook his head with a smile, "It's white, like snow. I was short when I was young, and I tried to touch it on my tiptoes, but I still couldn't reach it. When I get older, I can touch it with my hands. A little bit of a feeling of cowardice similar to the feeling of being close to home, fearing that it will wither if you touch it lightly."
Zhaoyu couldn't understand, "Have you never folded flowers before? Don't touch it. When I was young, I often folded flowers with my seniors and sisters, and put them in every corner of Qianhan Palace. The flowers I folded are the most beautiful. Every time I arranged flowers in Master's room." She counted her fingers, "In spring, there are peach, apricot, narcissus, jasmine, forsythia, peony, in summer, lotus, jasmine, mandala, violet, in autumn, chrysanthemum, osmanthus, rosemary, hibiscus, and wintersweet camellia in autumn. Poinsettia antler crabapple."
Shen Zhishui listened intently, with a slight smile on his face.
Zhao Yu said: "Every time a flower withers, we will be very happy, because another flower will bloom soon. It is common sense for flowers to wither and bloom, why should we be afraid?"
Shen Zhishui whispered: "Because I didn't know there are so many beautiful flowers in the world."
She thought that the sky was four corners, and the world was only as big as a small courtyard. The apricot blossom that stretched over was the only spring she had seen in sixteen years.
Zhao Yu smiled and said: "No way, you are the Patriarch of the Shen family, but next time I come back from Qianhan Palace, I will bring you some flower seeds. What do you like?"
Shen Zhishui said: "I only like the one I had when I was young... Forget it, what do you want from me?"
Zhao Yu suddenly remembered the original intention, and Bai Yuxiao drew out his sleeve, "That's right! I figured out how to crack your trick of sweeping the battlefield! Come and try it out?"
Shen Zhishui saluted, "Please."
At this time, Shen Zhishui, Xie Canglan, and Zhao Yu have become friends.
Xie Canglan still haunts Zhao Yu from time to time, but she is not very tempted, she is obsessed with discussion and has no intention of talking about love.
After Zhaoyu returned to Qianhan Palace, Xie Canglan took Shen Zhishui to drink, and sighed drunkenly: "A beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds!"
Shen Zhishui thought of the box of flower seeds he had just received, slightly raised his lips, and smiled quietly.
Back at the residence, she sat in front of the water mirror, with her hair loose and black hair hanging on her thin shoulders. The person in the mirror had picturesque features, but she did not have the tenderness of a daughter. She took out the silver crane hairpin she bought in Taichutian, and made gestures on her head, but a person who only knows how to practice knives, how would he know how to tie hair in a bun and insert pearl hairpins
Shen Zhishui tried a few times to no avail, put away the hairpin, bit his lip, his eyes were a bit sad.
Someone knocked lightly on the door.
She pulled her black hair behind her back, and when she opened the door, she saw a gentle woman standing outside with her head hanging down, holding a bowl of hot soup in her hand, she asked in surprise, "Senior Sister Liu?"
Liu Yiyi is Liu Yin's daughter.
After Shen Zhishui became famous in the first battle, Liu Yin didn't know whether it was to make up for the guilt of the past, or simply to please this rookie of the fairy sect, so she always asked Liu Yiyi to come to her. However, Liu Yiyi has her own heart, and it is impossible for Shen Zhishui to really marry a woman. One day, after a long conversation, the two of them looked at each other with a smile, and agreed to only be siblings, not to talk about romance.
Liu Yiyi smiled and said: "Seeing that you came back from the restaurant, I made you a bowl of hangover soup."
Shen Zhishui thanked him, and turned to invite the woman to come in, but Liu Yiyi smiled and shook her head, saying that it was getting late, men and women were different, and stood at the door to chat with her.
Liu Yiyi asked when she would leave Taichutian and what plans she had for the opening of the Tianhai Secret Realm. After talking for a long time, the hangover soup had cooled down, and then she brought the topic to Xie Canglan, and asked Xie Canglan if she abstained from the sword test because she liked it. On the morning rain.
Shen Zhishui doesn't understand love between men and women, let alone the unspeakable thoughts of his daughter's family, so he nodded and said with a smile: "Who wouldn't like a girl like Zhao Yu?"
Liu Yiyi reluctantly pursed her lips to agree, and left in a hurry without chatting a few words.
Shen Zhishui didn't know, so he drank the hangover soup in one gulp and put the empty bowl on the table. The candle flame flickered, and her shadow swayed on the white wall.
She looked at the table with no regrets, and smiled softly, "Mother, I have already achieved no regrets, and I still have very good friends, have you seen it?"
Why would such a person fall into the devil
When Huai Bai took out the third mirage bead, there was some unbearable eyes. The mirage of the third record may be where the variable lies.
She thought, should such a tragedy be shown to Peiyu who is still young
Peiyu said softly, "Jiangzhu?"
Huai Bai nodded, and poured spiritual energy into the Mirage Pearl.