Yu Qishu said goodbye to the four and returned to Hanshan's boat, immediately greeted by the three senior brothers from Chongbi Peak.
"Have you seen Junior Sister Song?" "How has Junior Sister Song been recently?"
Yu Qishu: "Uh, it's fine."
The first time he traveled, he still didn't understand this kind of complex - the life ideal of countless swordsmen, in addition to proving the Tao, is to find a gentle medical practitioner.
Yu Qishu pointed to the boat of the four Song Qianyi: "She hasn't gone far yet, the brothers can go and say hello."
The three of them raised their eyes to the sky and tacitly said nothing—letting Hanshan Jianxiu take the initiative to chat with the female cultivator is more difficult than practicing swordsmanship.
Hanshan's boat turned around and headed for the island where he was temporarily staying. The people who watched them secretly also dispersed, the number of boats was reduced by half, and the lake was more open.
Many people saw Mingyuehu's statement, and thought that the Hanshan Sword Sect would be isolated by the fact that Hanshan Sword Sect appeared this time. Unexpectedly, this was not the case. Some young disciples who had participated in the secret realm of the vast sea came to meet Yu Qishu on their own initiative.
Some young geniuses are usually arrogant, they don't like each other well, and they even have a bit of a holiday. When they come to Yu Qishu, their attitude is actually quite friendly. They only talk about practice, weather, and scenery, and don't ask whether Meng Xueli is a human or a demon.
Yu Qishu sent peach blossoms everywhere, made friends and admired the beautiful scenery. She felt that she was lucky, and the Taoists she met were very polite. On second thought, this is because the master and the senior brother once forged a good relationship and planted good fruits. He inherited the shadow of the teacher's door and had good luck today.
Before going down the mountain, the head of Hanshan told the disciples to be careful. Now that they really came to Mingyue Lake, unexpectedly, the atmosphere in the Hanshan team was pleasant.
With the encouragement of Yu Qishu, the three of Chongbifeng even planned to chat with Song Qianyi, and the other students came to join in the fun.
Zhang Suyuan: "My master is good at calligraphy and painting, so I made a painting."
Yu Qishu: "... This, let's not let her see it." He couldn't tell what was wrong, but the person in the painting was indeed much uglier than Song Qianyi himself. It should have been drawn after magnifying the shortcomings and ignoring the advantages.
He Ming: "I prepared a sword dance."
"Pfft!" Yu Qishu spit out a sip of tea: "Are you still planning to dance the sword?"
Li Wei: "I hit a sword spike."
Yu Qishu covered her mouth and coughed repeatedly: "But she's not a Jianxiu!"
Although Yu Qishu had no experience, at least she had read Hu Si's notes, and sincerely suggested: "Forget about the sword, praise her first."
There must be some reason for the Heavenly Lake Realm Lord to marry so many wives.
Zhang Suyuan took out the note booklet he carried with him: "Wait a minute, I'll jot it down. Praise."
All the sword cultivators had a serious discussion, the atmosphere was dignified, and it was like discussing Taoism and comparing swords.
Yu Qishu: "Yes, female nuns like to hear compliments."
But how to praise? The Hanshan sword cultivators thought about it, this time down the mountain, there happened to be two senior sisters from Ziyanfeng in the team, it is better to ask them. There are not many female swordsmen in Hanshan, and they all learn from the master of Ziyan Peak and practice the sword of thunder and fire. What is more authentic than swordsmanship is a thunderous temper.
"What kind of compliments do you like to hear the most?"
The disciple of Ziyan Peak Master replied: "Of course I am complimenting my swordsmanship!"
"It turns out that it is easy." The three of Chong Bifeng cheered each other: "Everything is ready this time, let's go!"
They found out that Song Qianyi was visiting the courtyard of the Xiashan School, and decided to send Zhang Suyuan as a representative, taking a historic first step.
There are many female nuns in Xiashan and Songfenggu, who often get together to play cards, chat about gossip, and do needlework.
"Junior Sister Song, take a step to talk!" Zhang Suyuan was very nervous, his mouth was dry, "Do you remember me?"
Song Qian thought for a while, nodded and smiled.
Zhang Suyuan mustered up his courage and said: "Song Daoyou has excellent medical skills, and his wonderful hands rejuvenate. I will never forget the sight of the secret realm of the vast sea. I wonder if there is any progress recently?"
Song Qianyi was startled for a moment, and asked in amazement, "You want to learn medical skills with me? Aren't you a sword cultivator?"
"No, of course not to learn from each other!"
"Then you are here to heal?"
"It's not a cure either! I mean..." Zhang Suyuan's face flushed, and he suddenly had an idea, "Do you see me dancing a sword?!"
Song Qianyi was confused: "Thank you, don't look at it."
Zhang Suyuan was speechless.
Song Qianyi: "Is there anything else?"
"No, no more."
"My friends are still waiting for me." Song Qianyi smiled politely, "See you next time."
A group of sword cultivators emerged from behind the woods, watching Song Qianyi's slender back walk away.
Zhang Suyuan sighed dejectedly: "I was rejected, and I have been entrusted by you all."
The swordsmen comforted him one after another:
"It doesn't matter, many of our seniors in Hanshan, after being rejected by the female cultivator, painstakingly practiced swords and eventually became a generation of elders."
"Yes, so it's better to practice swordsmanship. Any kind of relationship, true love, and Taoist couple are all empty, and the sword will always accompany you."
One of the youngest disciples questioned in a low voice: "Then why does Jianzun have a Taoist companion? Even if Elder Meng is really a demon, I think it's pretty good. Having one is better than none..."
All the senior brothers put on the faces of "coming people" and reasoned with him: "When you become Jianzun, you will naturally understand!"
"That's Sword Sovereign, and it can't be measured by ordinary rules!" "So you still have to work hard to practice swords and strive to be Sword Sovereign."
On the other side, a group of female monks from Xiashan and Songfenggu welcomed Song Qianyi back. Their colorful skirts are fluttering, their rings are tinkling, and they are laughing together with a fan, which is a bright color between the green mountains and green waters, pavilions and pavilions.
"Junior Sister Song, you won't be back for a long time. What did that person tell you just now?"
Song Qianyi was still at a loss: "It's nothing, an inexplicable Hanshan sword cultivator asked me if I saw the sword dance."
The female monks felt the same way.
"Last time, there was a Hanshan sword cultivator who asked me if I would play Jian Sui.
"They are all like that. They just like to show off their swords and don't care about anything else."
So everyone came to a conclusion: Hanshan Jianxiu is always inexplicable.
Yu Qishu is out of place among the "inexplicable sword repairers", and stands out from the crowd, because he can give flowers, and both men and women are not taboo!
The female nuns discussed in private, saying that after the Heavenly Lake Realm Lord, there was a second outlier in Hanshan.
With fame comes trouble. The Qiushui Decoction Conference has not yet officially started, and Wu Xiu was already dissatisfied. With the tacit approval of the host, he came to the door under the name of Taoism, and asked Yu Qishu by name and surname.
Yu Qishu is very skilled in the matter of "learning". He is like at the Changchun Peak Observation Deck, where he is discussing with Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao, but instead of being pointed, he is now directing others.
The two sides agreed not to move Zhen Yuan, he won the victory lightly, calmly pointed out the shortcomings of the other party, and attached a peach blossom.
You have a sword, I have a peach blossom. You have a sword, and I have peach blossoms.
No matter how hard your wind and frost are with swords and swords, my sleeves are empty, just a peach blossom.
No matter who comes to fight with provocation and temptation, he will eventually lose his temper by this peach blossom offensive.
Contrary to Yu Qishu's unrestrained ease and ease, Song Qianyi and others are in a bad situation.
Their investigation into the matter of Jing Di attracted the attention of the elders of the division.
When Song Qianyi bid farewell to the female cultivators of the Xiashan Sect and returned to the guest house where her sect lived, she realized that the atmosphere was not right. The Qingya courtyard was silent. The brothers and sisters who were laughing in the courtyard on weekdays were nowhere to be seen. The doors were closed everywhere, and they probably all huddled in their own rooms to practice.
Only her master stood under an old pine tree, tall and straight like a pine tree, and the deep pressure of the Taoist realm faintly overflowed.
Song Qianyi stepped forward and saluted, "Master."
Qinghe Zhenren turned around and gave her a deep look: "Qianyi is back."
The courtyard arranged by Mingyue Lake for them is paved with finely crushed white stones and green pines are planted along the roadside. The breeze blows, and the pines burst into waves, making all the guests of Songfeng Valley feel at home.
This was Mingyuehu's quiet gesture of affection and win, and the real person of Qinghe accepted it with pleasure.
At this time, he did not lift up the disciple who was saluting, but took out a piece of tissue paper from his sleeve, and shook it away with a "crashing" sound. The paper is light and thin, and the four rows of hairpins in small letters can be seen through the twilight. The handwriting should have been beautiful and graceful, but when the stroke of the brush changed, it showed a sharp color.
The water vapor in Mingyue Lake is damp, and the ink marks on the paper are not dry. It should have been written in the past two days.
Song Qianyi's face turned pale. Before she went out, this piece of paper was still on the desk. Which senior sister presented it to Master
The real person of Qinghe lowered his eyes and recited in a deep voice: "It is worthwhile to spend a thousand dollars to buy a Laojiao, and it is also a honor to be a sword for wine. A confidant with blood can still be transformed into a blue wave."
Only then did he lift Song Qianyi up, and his expression could not show his joy or anger: "This is the poem you wrote for Jing Di."
Song Qianyi lowered her head: "Master..."
But she couldn't make excuses. Jing Di is good at wine, and once spent a lot of money to buy a wine cellar with a history of 300 years. When he has no money to buy wine, he can even send his sword "Ice Mirror Jade Wheel" to the pawnshop for money. These things are so famous that no one else in the world can do them. If you don't write about Jing Di, who else can you write about
"What a 'reward confidant with a passion for blood'." The real Qinghe sneered, and suddenly shouted, "How can I teach a disciple like you? Indulge in private affairs and ignore the overall situation of the sect!"
Song Qianyi was drenched in cold sweat, but her eyes were firm: "Master, calm down, the great kindness of the teacher's education, I dare not forget it. The disciple has never done anything to humiliate the teacher!"
The real person of Qinghe looked at her, Song Qianyi did not dodge or dodge, the teacher and apprentice exchanged silently, the wind was quiet and the air froze.
After a long while, the expression of the real person Qinghe softened slightly, as if he was a strict teacher just now, but now he is a loving father:
"There are many disciples under the Master. Although you are young, you have the best talent, and your temperament is the most like when I was young. You will be the owner of Pine Wind Valley in the future. Your private affairs are also important matters of the sect. Which boy joins you , that is his blessing."
He took a long sigh and seemed to feel regret: "If you like Mingyuehu Jianxiu, there are many young Junjies to choose from. Jing Di doesn't know the current affairs and is not a good match. Don't ask more about him."
"No..." Song Qian wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by Master's wave.
"You are smart and smart. You can guess it without saying anything. Why don't you tell me clearly. If Songfenggu and Mingyuehu get married, both parties are happy to see it happen. But as a teacher, I won't force you." Shaking tissue paper, "If you like to write poetry, you can continue to write. I will visit Yunxuzi tomorrow and let you hold a poetry club and poetry meeting in Mingyue Lake. You can choose a sword cultivator who is good at writing and ink, who can appreciate you. Your talent and talent are like yours, what do you think?"
Song Qianyi remained silent, she knew that this was Master's concession, or compensation. Make her stand out in this way and show your affection for her.
"hiss-"
The real Qinghe tore the tissue paper and tore it to shreds along with the verses on the paper:
"Master has also been young. Who is not young and ignorant, and moved for a while? But our cultivator has a long life, and our love and thoughts can't match the time. Now we are full of enthusiasm. When you look back in a hundred years, everything will be cold."
Song Qian hesitated to speak, but finally lowered her head and said, "Follow Master's teachings."
The real person of Qinghe raised his hand, and the shredded paper flew all over the sky. His palm landed on Song Qianyi's shoulder, looked at this proud student, and smiled silently.
The direct disciple of Dao Zun Qinghe in Songfeng Valley will set up a poetry club in Huxin Pavilion, inviting young Taoist friends who like poetry to participate. Everyone who heard the news showed a tacit smile.
At this juncture, various factions came to the meeting with different purposes. Mingyuehu wants to establish the majesty of the first major faction; Xiashan wants to make the six major factions in the world turn into seven major; Songfenggu wants to marry; Sanxiu League makes its first appearance and wants to show its strength; Hanshan wants to break the rumors... and many more Small sects come from all over the world, like weeds on the wall, just want to keep safe with the flow.
Song Qianyi got busy. In addition to running a poetry club, she also had fun with the nuns of Xiashan. It is said that the new head of the Xiashan faction saw her once and liked it very much, and even kept her for dinner. Xu Sanshan, Liu Jing, and Zheng Mu also traveled around the mountains, enjoying the scenery of the lakes and mountains, and making new friends.
On the surface, they had given up investigating Jing Di.
Before the official start of the autumn waters, everything was back on track.
Talented and beautiful women on the lake, boats come and go. Occasionally there are swords repairing the sword, and the water is flying, and the clothes are not exposed.
The water prison at the bottom of the lake is freezing cold, with no daylight and isolation from the world.
Jing Di was completely forgotten, and people no longer mentioned him.
In the spring, he was still a young swordsman with high spirits and friends. In a blink of an eye, spring and autumn came, and prosperity withered, and yesterday was like smoke.
***
In order to get acquainted with gentle and beautiful medical practitioners with extraordinary cultivation, many Jianxiu who are not familiar with Chinese and Chinese also go to the Poetry Society.
Yu Qishu was hired by the three senior brothers from Chongbi Peak to be a staff officer. Unfortunately, his level was only considered to be above average, not as good as some of the Mingyue Lake's deliberate preparations.
Zhang Suyuan and others were not disappointed, they were very happy to see Song Qianyi. What's more, no matter how well the poems are done, Song Qianyi keeps a polite distance from everyone.
After several rounds of problem-setting, problem-solving, and problem-solving, the Poetry Club has created a lot of wonderful and nonsense sentences, and it is agreed to come back tomorrow.
The moon is dark and the wind is high. Song Qianyi reunites with the three teammates. They have behaved normally recently, and the elders of the division finally relaxed their vigilance and found the opportunity to meet.
Xu Sanshan couldn't wait to ask: "What did Xiashan say over there?"
Song Qianyi: "They are willing to give it a try."
Zheng Mu: "Blessed by the Bodhisattva, there is finally some good news."
Song Qianyi turned to the talisman master: "How is the water prison formation? Can you enter?"
Liu Jing shook his head helplessly: "There is only an approximate location, and I don't dare to go into it. The Mingyue Lake Mountain Protection Formation is very powerful. Besides, you are in other people's territory, exploring the formation of other people's ancestors, and there are saints sitting here, isn't this a death sentence?"
Xu Sanshan and Zheng Mu frowned, but Song Qianyi didn't feel disappointed. She had other plans: "We outsiders can't get in touch with Jing Di. They can always get in touch with them, so let the Mingyue Lake disciples help us."
Xu Sanshan turned pale in shock: "Grandma Song, are you planning to use a beauty trick? I heard that the elder guarding the water prison is three hundred years old, so I'm afraid he won't eat this."
Song Qianyi said with a grim smile, "You are beautiful!"
Xu Sanshan was silent like a cicada. Liu Jing said in a low voice, "I really should let all the swordsmen who like you come to see you like this."
Song Qianyi: "Don't talk nonsense, have you made the 'friend' you made?"
Zheng Mu: "Song Shitai, you want Mingyuehu Jianxiu, who is the least opinionated, likes opportunism the most, and understands the least in writing and ink. Here's a bunch of them. We've selected a few, and we're all familiar with them. Here's the list. "
Song Qianyi: "That's good. We'll meet again tomorrow night, and the meeting will be dismissed."
On the second day, the Poetry Society held a meeting at Huxinting Pavilion, and there was an unexpected incident.
Song Qianyi chose a Mingyue Lake sword cultivator, handed him a piece of poetry, and asked him to sit and drink tea.
This "lucky guy" was flattered, bathed in the jealous and indignant eyes of countless sword cultivators when they left, and couldn't help but flutter. In terms of cultivation, he is not the best, in terms of appearance, he is not too conspicuous, and in terms of poetry, he cannot understand at all. I never thought that I would still have this day, and I would have a sense of success and fame.
After the others left, the person who stayed was still in disbelief: "Junior Sister Song, is it really me?"
Song Qianyi covered her mouth and chuckled lightly: "Brother Li, look at these poems, they are not well written. They obviously don't understand, but they have to pretend to understand. You are at least very honest, unlike them. As for interpreting poems and writing essays, you won't be able to. learn."
When Li Jianxiu heard this, he seemed to see that he had embraced a beautiful woman and became the Taoist companion of the future head of Songfeng Valley. "
"Okay." Song Qianyi motioned for him to look at the poem in his hand, "This is a couple of lines I picked from an old work by my predecessors, and I put my love in the poem... You also have to reply to me with poetry. As for how to reply, you can figure it out for yourself, but you can't ask others for advice. If you ask, I will always know, so I will ignore you."
Jianxiu Li hurriedly unfolded the poem, and stumblingly read: "'I can't remember, I used to have a glass of wine. You should be accustomed to fighting with magic, always lose to him, and turn your hands over the rain.' Is that just those two sentences?"
Song Qianyi smiled softly: "Yes, these two sentences are our secrets, don't let others see them."
Jianxiu Li looked at her with a smile, like falling into a cloud: "Junior Sister Song, don't worry. I'll figure it out all night, and I'll get back to you early in the morning."
He took a boat out of the Huxin Pavilion, and when the lake wind blew, he calmed down and faced the grim reality: if you don't ask others, you can't understand or answer at all; if you ask, in case Junior Sister Song finds out about me Cheating, in her eyes, I have lost even the only advantage of "honesty". Besides, the other sword cultivators are now jealous and jealous of me, they may deliberately talk nonsense and make me embarrassed.
He was reciting those two lines of poetry repeatedly, when a small boat approached him, and a friend he had met recently greeted him. He took this opportunity to stop each other and tell his new friends about this "sweet trouble", of course, mostly showing off.
Liu Jing fiddled with the array and replied unintentionally: "You can think about it yourself. If you ask, you will always reveal the secret. There is no airtight wall in the world, unless you have one."
Jianxiu Li pondered for a moment, his eyes suddenly brightened. A flash of light flashed through his mind - at the bottom of Mingyue Lake, isn't there a ready-made, airtight wall
Senior Brother Jing has a period of experience listening to music on the troupe and song floor. Among the younger disciples of Mingyue Lake, he knows these things best. Brother Jing is afraid that he will not be able to get out in this life, and he will die in prison at some point in his life.
…
In the middle of the night, the squad that lost its leader met again in secret.
Song Qianyi: "How is it?"
"I just saw with my own eyes that the man went to the water prison." Liu Jing asked, "If I knew it was going well, you should have written a little more. There are only two sentences. Can Jing Di understand?"
The animal master, who never read, scratched his head: "What does that mean? You should be used to beating people, always losing to him, turning the clouds over the rain..."
Song Qianyi said, "I'm telling Jing Di that we haven't forgotten the friendship we had drinking together. Knowing that he fell this time, let him think about it, and we're trying to save him."
Zheng Mu: "It's so complicated, the Bodhisattva bless him to understand it!"
Song Qianyi: "Although he has no bottom line to act as a bastard, fortunately, he has a good brain and can definitely understand it."
…
"Boom--" The heavy stone door opened, and a faint light entered the water prison at the bottom of the lake.
Someone was holding a lamp, groping forward, and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Jing, I'm here to see you."
In the depths of the darkness, at the end of the water prison, a man sat cross-legged and silent.
The visitor approached the black iron railing and began to talk raggedly, nothing more than to understand Master's painstaking efforts and not to make trouble with himself, it was a commonplace. Since Jing Di was imprisoned in the water prison, at first there were always disciples who tried to visit him and persuade him. Gradually, fewer and fewer people came, until there were none.
Now these words, the speaker is absent-minded, the listener is deaf.
The former couldn't help but feel disheartened, and still bit the bullet and said:
"Senior Brother Jing, it's not easy for me to sneak in once. Here's the thing. A female medical practitioner who likes poetry and prose came to test me with a question. It's a big deal. Brother, give me a look. Just a look, okay?"
Hearing the words, the man slowly opened his eyes. He has a pair of good-looking eyes, and there is no sky light in the prison, but it is brighter than before.
The disciple hurriedly unfolded the poem: "Just these two sentences. I really don't understand. Do you understand poetry?"
The man didn't speak for too long, and his voice was hoarse: "I understand a little."
The faint candlelight approached, illuminating Song Qianyi's handwriting.
Jing Di was shocked and closed her eyes. When he opened it again, his eyes were calm, and his voice was still hoarse:
"She's complaining about the bad weather in Mingyue Lake and repeated cloud and rain. Please comfort her a few words."
The disciple was overjoyed and took a pen and paper to record: "What's the answer?"
"Looking back at the desolate place, when I go back, there is neither wind nor rain."
The disciple was overjoyed: "Thank you Senior Brother Jing! Thank you Senior Brother Jing!"
…
"Going back?" Xu Sanshan frowned and stared at Shijian: "Where are you going? What the hell does this mean?"
Although the handwriting was unfamiliar, they all knew that this was Jing Di's reply.
Song Qianyi frowned: "He told us to leave it alone and go back to our own homes. As long as we go back, it doesn't matter if it's sunny or rainy." She tore the paper into pieces.
Now, this seemingly smooth situation is the result of her repeated calculations and painstaking efforts. Every step is trembling and walking on thin ice.
Since arriving at Mingyue Lake, Song Qianyi has been deeply saddened, and a sense of injustice has suffocated in his heart for a long time.
The matter of Jing Di was not covered up so tightly that no one knew about it, but that anyone with a discerning eye could see what was wrong, but no one dared to ask more, and no one was willing to ask. Everyone tacitly agrees, even if they ask, what results can they ask, can they question the saint
For a medical practitioner, depression is dangerous, and she needs to calm down.
But the friendship between friends has nothing to do with the wind and moon, but it weighs more than a thousand pounds.
From the moment she left the four hypnotic poems, her battle began.
Song Qian thought about it for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote: "From now on, you should write less poetry and fu, and keep your heart and soul together."
Before waiting for her teammates to ask questions, she explained first: "I told him to shut up, save some energy, cooperate with us, and prepare to escape."
The other three were only responsible for nodding and making a sudden realization.
Xu Sanshan asked, "How do we act? Prison?"
For the sake of this grand meeting, how many big figures in the cultivation world gathered in Mingyue Lake, but the four little shrimps had to act under the eyes of the elders of the division, which undoubtedly faced huge risks and pressures.
Song Qianyi said: "What are you thinking? Jail is the way to die. Waiting for Xiashan..." Before she finished speaking, her face changed suddenly, "Who's where?"
The dense forest rustled, and the other three turned in unison, swept away their Qi, and simultaneously shot the magic weapon in their hands, but immediately stopped.
"why you?"
"I didn't mean to listen!" Yu Qi was about to cry without tears, and raised her hands, "I came here first!"
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PS: The poems in this chapter are adapted from Qiu Jin's "Conversation with Wine", Su Dongpo's "Ding Fengbo", and Gu Zhenguan's "Golden Luscious Song". There are slight changes. They are all nonsense, don't take it seriously...