Eighth day, heavy snow.
The maid Fu Hua was carrying a large bamboo basket in her hand. She was not tall, wearing a plain cotton dress and walking lightly on the steep mountain road.
At this time, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the sky and the earth were white, and the treetops and the ground were all thick snow. The mountain road is steep, and Fu Hua's steps are not fast, it seems that the speed is hindered by the heavy snow, but if you look carefully, you can find that the distance between each footprint she landed on the snow is exactly the same, not more than a minute, not a little bit. milli.
There are no birds or animals in the mountains, only the rustling of falling snow. I don't know how long she walked, but Fu Hua, who had been expressionless, let out a mouthful of pure white mist, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't help but walk a few steps faster, she bypassed a tall crooked neck pine tree, a tall tall one. The gazebo came into view.
The pavilion is built on the cliff, and it complements the pine trees on the side of the crooked neck. The pavilion has two floors and is tightly covered by bamboo curtains. Snow can't even blow it.
Fu Hua walked to the gazebo, her smile on her face even stronger, she stretched out her hand to lift the bamboo curtain, and called out in a sweet tone, "Master..." But just as the young master called out, she found that the gazebo was empty, and her face was empty. His smile suddenly froze, turning into annoyance and worry, he put the bamboo basket in his hand heavily on the ground, then turned and walked towards the mountain behind him.
Fu Hua held back her strength and followed the mountain road all the way up, and finally saw the person she was looking for on a big rock halfway up the mountain.
It was a young man in a snow-white fox fur. With his back facing the floating flowers, the young man seemed to be looking intently at what he was looking at. He didn’t even know who came after him. Her hair was tied behind her head, and a few strands of hair dangled in her ears, blowing with the cold wind.
He didn't know how long he had been here, but a thick layer of snow had accumulated on his head and shoulders, as if he would completely merge into the cold mountain in front of him in the next moment.
Fuhua frowned and called softly, "Master."
The young man turned his head, revealing a handsome face, thin lips and a straight nose, and clear eyebrows, but those eyes that were supposed to be black, were a little lighter than ordinary people. At first glance, it would make people look empty illusion of things. After being frozen for too long, his lips turned a faint purple color, which was not annoying to look at, but had an ink-like elegance, but this elegance made people feel as if he was about to disappear.
"Master!!!" Seeing the man's appearance, Fu Hua was annoyed and didn't care about anything, and hurriedly stepped forward and complained, "How long have you been out? It's such a cold day, what should I do if it freezes!"
The man was sitting on the stone, and when he heard his maid's rebuke, he showed a somewhat guilty look. He quickly stood up from the stone, patted the snowflakes on his body, and said warmly, "I've been in the pavilion for too long, and I'm tired. , I thought of going out for a walk."
"Master!!!" The maid wanted to say a lot, but when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed it back abruptly. Looking at the man's appearance, she could only whisper a few words, urging her young master to return to the pavilion quickly. .
The young master responded, but his feet didn't move. He blinked his pale eyes and said innocently, "Fu Hua, I found something interesting."
Fu Hua said: "What?"
The young master said, "Come and see."
Fu Hua pursed her lips, still walked to the young master's side, looked in the direction he pointed, but saw a small beige flower on the whole stone covered with snow, in the cold wind. Trembling, fragile as if it would be uprooted by the blistering wind in the next moment.
"How can there be a flower." Fuyun said, "It's already midwinter..."
"I'm also curious." The young master squinted his eyes and smiled, "So watch it for a while, let's go, and go back." He said, gently stroking the tender petals of the little flower with his hands, his movements are one-way. gentle.
Seeing the young master's movements, Fu Hua frowned without a trace, but she didn't say anything, but quietly followed behind the young master, softly urging the young master to go back quickly.
The little yellow flower was still swaying in the cold wind, until a sword qi that came out of nowhere suddenly swept past, cutting off the little yellow flower by its roots, and shattered into fine dust in the wind.
The young master walked back to the pavilion slowly, opened the curtain, and felt a rush of hot air. There were several pots of vigorous charcoal fire burning in the middle of the pavilion, which kept the whole pavilion dry and warm, but the smell of the charcoal fire inside made the whole pavilion dry and warm. The young man couldn't help but bent down and coughed a few times. An abnormal blush appeared on his pale, paper-like cheeks, and the maid Fuhua frowned again.
"Master." Fu Hua hurriedly said. "I prepared pear water for you to moisten your lungs. I asked Yurui to buy the pears yesterday. They are fresh. Drink it while it's hot."
The young master waved his hand: "I'll drink later." He sat down on the reclining chair, put the white fox fur next to him, rested his chin in his hand, and casually watched the snow outside through the gap in the bamboo curtain. Although the bamboo curtain has slits, it is not ventilated, as if something invisible separates the outside from the inside.
"Young master." Fu Hua whispered, "It's time for you to eat." She bit her lower lip, and her beautiful face revealed a woman's unique tenderness and sorrow, "You haven't eaten for a day."
Without answering, the young master asked, "Has the sword meeting started?"
"It's started." Fu Hua replied in a low voice, "Second Young Master said, if you want to see..."
"No." The young master said, "Let's have dinner."
Fu Hua sighed happily, and quickly took out the food she brought from the bamboo basket one by one and placed it in front of the young master, she muttered in pieces: "The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are all blooming, old man Zhang who sells candied gourds. I haven't started work all the time, and I'm still thinking of asking Yurui to buy two bunches for the young master, isn't the young master the favorite to eat the candied haws from his family, and the white rice cakes from the Chen family shop... young master... young master..." She said, but He found that the man in front of him stopped moving his hands, his head was slightly tilted, his breathing gradually became even, and he even closed his eyes.
Fu Hua opened her mouth slightly, closed her lips again, and did not wake the man, but sat quietly beside her. The food in front of him still exudes a strong aroma, and the charcoal basin in the house occasionally makes a crisp crackling sound. She stared at the person in front of her, and a dull sigh seemed to escape from her chest. She swallowed the sigh abruptly, and in the end, she was greeted with overflowing love.
Kunlun has jade, which is famous all over the world. However, more famous than Kunlun Jade is the swordsman named Lin on Mount Kunlun.
Those who seek immortality, such as crucian carp crossing the river, are the best, but the Lin family on the Kunlun Mountains can produce that sword-shattering sword repair, which has lasted for thousands of years.
The young master of Fu Hua was the youngest son of the head of the Lin family, and his name was Lin Rufei. When Lin Rufei was born, a vision descended from the sky, thousands of birds turned towards the phoenix, and the evening glow turned into a soaring flamingo, circling around the Kunlun Mountains for a long time, until night fell, before they reluctantly dispersed.
Therefore, the Lin family also placed high hopes on this young son and named him Rufei.
Fei, the king of jade, they hope this child can shine like the most beautiful jade on Kunlun Mountain.
Backfired.
At the age of three, Lin Rufei was determined by the ancestors of the Lin family that he could not practice swordsmanship. Such aptitude can only be described by the word stupidity.
Lin Rufei didn't sleep too deeply. He tilted his head and slumped heavily, waking up suddenly from a shallow dream. In her sleepy eyes, she saw her maid Fu Hua half-kneeling on the cushion in front of the table, staring blankly at the steaming food, Lin Rufei shook her head to wake herself up from her trance. Lazily picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat.
Fu Hua also returned to her senses, with a happy expression on her face.
The food is very delicate, every dish is Lin Rufei's favorite, but he eats it casually and seems to be distracted all the time.
Fu Hua asked, "What is the young master thinking?"
Lin Rufei said, "The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are blooming, are the monkeys still there?"
Fu Hua said warmly, "Of course he is there, does the young master want to see the peach blossoms?"
Lin Rufei was a little dejected: "Then don't watch it."
Fu Hua said: "If the young master is not happy, I will go down the mountain and drive the group of monkeys away."
Lin Rufei shook her head without saying a word.
The climate on the top and bottom of the mountain is different. At this time, it is spring at the bottom of the mountain, and all things are recovering. There is a lush peach blossom forest near Kunlun. It's just that there are a lot of annoying monkeys in this peach blossom forest, and they often harass pedestrians. However, this group of monkeys are also very discerning. When they see something that is difficult to deal with, they never attack them, but they often bully scholars and girls who are helpless.
"You go." Fu Hua was about to say something, but Lin Rufei had already waved her hand, signaling her maid to leave, "I'm a little tired."
"Master, let's go down the mountain." Fu Hua pleaded, "It's so cold on this mountain, and your body is weak. If there is something wrong with the freezing, Second Young Master must not screw my head off."
Lin Rufei smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll stop it."
Fu Hua persuaded again: "If you are not willing to stay in the mountains, let's go around and relax."
Lin Rufei was unmoved, just closed her eyes and signaled that she was going to sleep. Seeing this, Fu Hua's eyes filled with tears, and after a while, she said aggrievedly: "Then Fu Hua is really gone."
"Go, go, be careful." Lin Rufei said, "Bring me some books next time, I'm almost finished here."
Fu Hua hummed, but reluctantly got up and left the pavilion.
Lin Rufei closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep, until the figure of Fu Hua disappeared in the snow, then he reopened his eyes. There was no trace of sleepiness in those eyes, they were clearly full of cunning.
Lin Rufei casually picked up the fox fur next to her and draped it on her body. She didn't even put on her shoes, so she ran all the way to the mountainside, but when he got there, he didn't see what he wanted to see.
"Hey, where's the little flower." Lin Rufei covered her mouth and coughed a few times, "Isn't it here just now..." His eyes wandered on the big rock for a long time, but he couldn't find the little yellow flower he had just discovered. , It was strange, but the shoulder was lightly tapped.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw a man in blue clothes with a long sword slung across his face looking at him with a gentle expression.
Lin Rufei's expression froze, and after a long time, she called out in a gnat-like voice, "...Brother." This person was her second brother, Lin Bianyu.
Lin Bianyu asked, "What are you looking at?"
Lin Rufei said, "...Just take a look."
"How long do you have to stay on the mountain?" the man asked again.
Lin Rufei felt a tickling in her throat. He knew that the situation was not good, so he wanted to cover his mouth with his hand and press it down, but his body shook violently.
Seeing this, Lin Bianyu sighed lightly, "Cough if you want, I can still blame you for not doing it."
Lin Rufei smiled bitterly, and as soon as her hands were loosened, she coughed out of breath and almost passed out.
"The scenery at the bottom of the mountain is good, and the peach blossoms are blooming." When Lin Rufei calmed down, Lin Bianyu said, "Let's go down and have a look. It's cold on the mountain, so it's not advisable to stay for a long time."
Lin Rufei also knew in her heart that he was doing it for her own good, so she could only nod her head in yes.
A man is not a character who is easy to be fooled. He raised his chin slightly and motioned to Lin Rufei to pack up, which would take him down the mountain.
Lin Rufei was helpless and walked slowly towards the pavilion. The man did not urge him, but followed him slowly.
There was nothing to pack in the pavilion. Lin Rufei looked left and right, and finally picked up a volume of "Shanhe Zhi" that she had just read halfway through last night.
Lin Bianyu looked at the book in his hand and asked him how much he had read.
"I've read more than half of it." Lin Rufei asked with a smile, "Second brother went to travel down the mountain back then, but have you been to the places written in the book?"
"Most of them went." Lin Bianyu said flatly, "It doesn't make any sense."
Lin Rufei just smiled and did not speak.
Seeing Lin Rufei put away the things, Lin Bianyu stretched out her hand and took Lin Rufei into her arms and hugged her, Lin Rufei was about to protest when Lin Bianyu glanced at him: "You want Fu Hua to hug you. down?"
Lin Rufei was at a loss for words, as if being carried down the mountain by a girl, it was not much better.
"I'm your brother." Lin Bianyu's voice was as cold as ice, "If anyone dares to gossip, I will cut his tongue."
When Lin Rufei heard the words, she had no choice but to stop talking and let Lin Bianyu go - he knew that Lin Bianyu was not talking harshly.
Back then because of his aptitude, there were some rumors on Kunlun Mountain. Lin Bianyu, who returned from the parade, found all those who were tongue-tied, challenged them one by one, defeated them one by one, and used the sword of life called Tianxiao. Cut their tongues one by one. From then on, no one in the Kunlun Mountains dared to say that Lin Rufei was wrong, even if he was a waste who couldn't even lift a sword.
Lin Bianyu took Lin Rufei out of the pavilion, tipped her toes, rose into the air, and went all the way down the mountain.
The wind and snow in the air were all separated by the sharp sword energy. Lin Rufei closed her eyes halfway, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the pale skin, and the ice and snow in his nose gradually melted, and when she opened it again At the moment, the surrounding is already a spring scene of green flowers and grass.