It snowed all night, and when I woke up the next morning, there was a layer of silver frost in the yard.
Qingmei woke up early to make porridge, and before making porridge, she even took a look at He Yan's room to see if there was anyone. Seeing He Yan getting dressed, she wondered, "Why did the girl get up so early? It's cold, why don't you sleep a little longer."
"It's okay," He Yan stretched, "I'm used to it."
In Liangzhou Weili, I had to get up early every day, and it was not easy to change this habit when I returned to Shuojing. When Qingmei was cooking porridge, He Yan picked up the broom placed in the corner of the yard to sweep the snow.
"Girl, put it down, how can you do this? It's enough for a servant to come." Qingmei said in a panic.
He Yan smiled and said, "You still have to cook porridge. How can one person do two things? Well, it's not just sweeping snow. When I was in the guardhouse, I did a lot more than this hard work, so don't worry about it."
Qingmei insisted, "No, girl, you can take the heater and sit in the room, the servants will come here."
"It's all right."
Chiwu, who was squatting in the corner, suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Although he was ordered to protect He Yan, the He family was really poor, and even the servants only had Qingmei. Now that the young lady and the maid are vying to sweep the snow, it is really hard for him, a big man, to pretend not to see it.
After hesitating for a while, Chiwu stood up and said, "I'll come."
Before He Yan had time to speak, Qingmei smiled and curled her brows and shoved the broom into Chiwu's hand: "Then thank the Chiwu guards!"
Chiwu: "..." He suspected that this little maid was waiting for him here on purpose.
He Yan was still a little embarrassed, Chiwu was also a talented man in the Nine Banners Camp, and he had never done anything like sweeping the floor after following Xiao Jue in the past day. Treating a guard with a sword as a servant, saying it out seems like their He family is bullying others. He Yan then said: "Forget it, let me come."
"It's alright," Qingmei said with a smile, "Chiwu's bodyguards are great, and they're very strong, girl, you're not in good health, just rest."
Chiwu thought to himself, this little maid probably didn't see the appearance of their girl holding a hundred kilograms of boulders alone in Liangzhouwei.
But the two women here, he should do this kind of snow sweeping. Chiwu picked up the broom and swept the yard, Qingmei pointed at the porridge while looking at the porridge in the kitchen: "Chiwu guard, don't just sweep the middle, but also the corners, in case the young master returns What should I do if I didn't see a fall at night at home? There is still missing snow on the left..."
He Yan moved a stool and sat beside the door, watching a tall guard in Chiwu being directed by a little maid, it was quite interesting.
After Chiwu finished sweeping the snow and Qingmei cooked the porridge, the three of them ate at the table together. He Sui and He Yunsheng left early, and Qingmei made pancakes overnight for them to take with them. After eating, He Yan sat in the room in a daze.
She wanted to go to Xu's house to find Fuwang again, but when she opened the drawer, there was no silver note in it. She couldn't help feeling sad. She had known that when she was at Xiao's house, the stack of silver notes in the drawer should have been first. I borrowed it from Xiao Jue. Now, I am too embarrassed to borrow this identity, or else... go find Lin Shuanghe
Her face was frowning over the money, and on the other side, in the utility room where Chiwu lived, a gray-feathered pigeon flew over and parked on the beam, staring at him with black bean-like eyes. Chiwu opened his hand, and the pigeon flew to his hand. A small copper pipe was tied to the pigeon's leg. Chiwu unfastened the copper pipe and took out a note from the copper pipe.
After reading the note, he also had a puzzled look in his eyes, but after a while, he sorted it out, let the pigeon fly out, walked to He Yan's house and knocked on the door.
He Yan opened the door, saw Chiwu, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Young Master's Yinqiu Sword, when he fought against the Uto people in Jiyang before, the scabbard cracked." Chi Wu said: "The Yinqiu Sword was forged by the master swordsman Lu Daichuan, and the Yinqiu Sword is now in Lu Daichuan. Casting in the hands of the master."
He Yan nodded, not understanding what Chiwu said had anything to do with her.
"Today is the time to take the sword, and the young master has left the city. I also have to go out of the city, and I can't go to take the sword. Master Lu has rules, don't wait when it's out of date, if you miss this day, you have to wait a hundred days before you can go out again. .And who went to get the sword, apart from the sword master, only the person closest to him."
"Ah?" He Yan was speechless, "This is too harsh."
However, the capable craftsmen in the world have more or less their own temperament. Since Lu Daichuan can forge such a treasure as the Qiuqiu Sword, it is not incomprehensible that it has such a quirk.
"Miss He," Chiwu looked at her and said, "You are now the fiancee of the governor, and it is up to you to take the sword, and Master Lu will agree. So, can Miss He do the young master a favor and take the sword from Master Lu? "
He Yan said: "It's not difficult, but how can I prove that I'm the governor's... Cough, what about my fiancee?"
"Don't you have the young master's black serpentine jade?" Chiwu replied, "Just use that."
He Yan took off the black jade from his waist: "Can this prove the identity of your young master?"
Chiwu: "Exactly."
"Then use this to go to the Qianzhuang, is it possible to get money?"
Chiwu: "... If Miss He is short of money, you can tell me, the young master will not stand by."
He Yan laughed and said, "I'm just joking." But he secretly understood in his heart that it seemed that this black jade would work wherever he went, and it should be no problem to exchange some silver flowers.
She simply said: "Okay, it's not a big deal, you hand over that Master Lu's residence to me, and I'll go after a while."
"Master Lu lives in the mountains in the north of the city, and the journey is a little long." Chi Wu said, "I will prepare a carriage and guards for Miss He, so as to avoid the danger of the journey."
He Yan: "Forget it, all of your guards, even I can't beat you. If you are in danger, you may not know who will save who. Just give me your residence. It will be fine in the clear sky and daylight. Besides, since the last assassination After the incident, the city guards in the city have doubled, no problem."
She was stubborn, Chiwu couldn't resist her, and finally had to give up.
Chiwu seemed to have something very important, so after writing down Lu Daichuan's residence to He Yan, he hurried out of the house. He Yan comforted Qingmei before taking Xiangxiang out the door. Although Lu Daichuan's residence is far away, it is not difficult to find. In winter, the snow on the Beibei Mountain is heavier than that of the city, and all around is silver. If the carriage traveled in the mountains, I was afraid that it would take a day and a night. He Yan was glad that he didn't listen to Chi Wu's carriage, but instead rode a horse. At least before the sun went down, he was able to catch up to see Master Lu.
This Lu Daichuan is also a wonderful person. He Yan previously thought that since he lived on the mountain, he must be an expert with immortal style. Who knew that this person actually built a palace-like mansion in the mountain, which was extremely gorgeous. As soon as He Yan entered, two giant tigers ran over and howled at her in a low voice.
Xiangxiang was startled and almost threw He Yan out. He Yan held the horse rope and comforted Xiangxiang. When she got off the horse, she saw that the two colorful giant tigers were actually made of wood, with black eyes. The green gemstone shone in the dark, and at first glance, it looked like the real thing.
He Yan was surprised, this is probably the handwriting of Lu Daichuan, and it really is a skillful craftsman who carved the moon and cut the clouds.
The door was not closed, and it was hidden. The two giant tigers were still howling at He Yan, but there was no other movement. He Yan thought about it, and pushed the door and walked in. As soon as I entered, I felt that there was a shrunken Wei.
In the big mansion in the north, a small canal like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River was dug, and a small boat with only one person was parked in it. There was a gauze curtain hanging on the boat, and a moving music sounded from it. There was no one in the boat, just a box made of wood.
The flowers and plants on the wall are fake, but they are made to be lifelike. Even in winter, they are very lively and prosperous. There are some colored stones scattered on the ground, which should not be gems, but they are shining with fine light, which is eye-catching. He Yan seemed to have entered the legendary Dragon Palace, and it was like he was in a fairyland. He couldn't help but admire that this person was such a skilled craftsman, and it was no wonder that he could forge a sword like Yinqiu.
She just walked to the main hall, and the door opened by itself. He Yan collapsed in and saw a man in a white robe sitting in the huge hall. The man was cutting a bamboo in his hand. The dragonfly had probably reached the last step. He Yan watched helplessly as he pulled the tail of the dragonfly, and the dragonfly flew up by itself.
She couldn't help but let out an exclamation, the man turned his head and taught He Yan to see his face clearly.
In fact, what this man was wearing was indeed immortal. The white robe was made of some unknown material. It was extremely light and elegant. Just looking at the dress, he looked like a former hermit, but the difference was his appearance. This life is extremely round, it is no exaggeration to say that it seems to be a round ball. When he looked over with a smile, he was like a Maitreya Buddha, without the slightest "Gao Shi" style.
This was somewhat unexpected to He Yan. She thought she would see an indifferent, arrogant, withdrawn and eccentric white-bearded old man, but she did not expect to be such a kind and fat man. And this person should still look very young, only in his twenties. Is a young fat man.
"There are guests here." The man laughed.
"Are you Master Lu?" He Yan took off the jade pendant around his waist and showed it to him, "I'm here to fetch the sword for Dudu Xiao."
"Hey," Lu Daichuan was stunned when he saw He Yan's jade pendant, "How could Xiao Huaijin's sword be on you? Are you Xiao Jue's fiancee?"
He Yan was caught off guard and was asked such a question. For a while, she didn't know how to answer. After a while, she nodded: "Exactly."
"It turned out to be Huai Jin's fiancee." Lu Daichuan nodded, and looked at He Yan again, "Yes, yes."
He Yan felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, thought for a while, and asked, "Master Lu and Governor Xiao seem to have a good personal relationship?" This man seemed to be friendly, how could he be as inhumane as Chiwu said.
"It's not good, it's not bad either." Lu Daichuan smiled and shook his head, clapped his hands, and with a "squeak", He Yan followed the sound, only to find that there was still a piece of wood standing in the hall. The little man he made was only about a foot tall, and he made a beautiful woman. He walked into it with a "da da da" and didn't know what to do.
"This... was all done by Master Lu?"
"It's just some puppets," Lu Daichuan smiled. "There are no living people in my garden, only puppets who help me with my work on weekdays."
This may sound scary, but inexplicably, He Yan was not afraid. She said, "Then why don't you ask some craftsmen to help? Or simply go down the mountain."
"That can't be done," Lu Daichuan said, "I have lived on the mountain for more than 30 years, and the days down the mountain are not suitable for me."
He Yan: "Excuse me, Master Gui Geng this year?"
This man looks to be in his twenties, how come he has lived on the mountain for more than 30 years
"you guess?"
He Yan couldn't guess, so he simply said: "I looked at the master, but he was only in his early twenties."
These words seemed to please Lu Daichuan. He held his stomach and laughed loudly, "You kid, your mouth looks like honey has been wiped. No wonder Xiao Huaijin likes you. It's really lovable."
He Yan: "..."
She was thinking, why does this master swordsmith look so rude, the little wooden man who just entered the house, ran out again, holding a long box in his hand, and put it in front of He Yan .
He Yan opened the box and saw a long sword lying in the box, the sword body was like frost and snow, it was Yinqiu.
"Has it been repaired?" He Yan said in surprise. There was no crack on the scabbard.
"It's just a sword, it won't take long." Lu Daichuan looked at He Yan with a kind smile, "Since you are Xiao Huaijin's fiancée, for Xiao Huaijin's sake, I can also make you a weapon that belongs to you. , or treasure, what do you want?"
He Yan joked: "Can the master also make a sword like Yinqiu for me?"
Lu Daichuan looked at her and said with a smile, "No."
"Why?" He Yan asked with a smile, "Master thinks I'm not worthy of your sword?"
"You already have a sword, you don't have to have another."
He Yan's smile suddenly froze and looked at Lu Daichuan.
How did this person know she had a sword
"Master, I don't have a sword." He Yan said, "I don't even have a weapon in hand."
"There will be," Lu Daichuan shook his head, the smile in his eyes seemed to penetrate everything in her, "your sword will come back to you again."
He Yan stared at Lu Daichuan, trying to see any flaws in his face, but unfortunately, this person couldn't really see anything other than his kind and consistent smile.
He Yan stood up holding the box containing Yinqiu, "Master, it's getting late, I came today to get the sword. Now that I have the sword, I should go back." She saluted Lu Daichuan , "Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome." Lu Daichuan also stood up. It was not easy for him to stand up. It was because of his fat body. It took some effort to stand firm with a ball. It was the two colorful giant tigers and the little wooden man, like a strange emperor hidden in the deep mountains, "Let's go."
He Yan got on his horse and turned away, but the back looked a bit like fleeing.
The sound of the hooves gradually faded away, and Lu Daichuan gave a "tsk" and looked down at the wooden man who only reached his calf, "Jade, do you think I scared the little girl."
The wooden man hung on his lap and said nothing.
"Forget it," Lu Daichuan shook his head again, turned around and walked back, and said to himself as he walked, "Huaijin, Huaijin, as a teacher, I can only help you get here."
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It was getting dark quickly on the mountain.
When He Yan came, the sun had not yet set, and he stayed in Master Lu's "Bie Yuan" for a short time, but when he came out, it was already dark.
Fortunately, the moonlight is bright tonight, shining on the snowy fields in the mountains and plains, which is brighter than usual in the past. She remembered the road well, and rode Xiangxiang down the mountain, but she repeatedly remembered what Fangcai said to Master Lu.
How could Master Lu know that she already has a sword, is it something he knew from the beginning, or is this person really a master of the world, and he can see the truth of his resurrection from a corpse at a glance
But she is alone now and doesn't know anything about Lu Daichuan. She should wait to see Xiao Jue after going down the mountain and ask him who Lu Daichuan is, before making plans.
He Yan sighed slightly in his heart, the original trouble of the identity of "Miss He" who disguised as a man and joined the army in Liangzhou Wei has just been resolved, and now there is another one. These days, it seems that they are constantly solving one trouble after another.
He Yan's eyes fell on the wooden box in front of him. Fortunately, he finally got the Yin Qiu Sword back. I don't know where her Qing Lang is now placed by He Rufei. With He Rufei's cautiousness, unless it is absolutely necessary, he will definitely not show anyone Qinglang. If her Qinglang was still by her side, she would have to wipe it every day.
The horse was galloping in the mountains, and the cold wind slashed her face. She exhaled and immediately painted it into a white mist under the night. It was extremely cold in the mountains.
Suddenly, something flew towards him behind him, and the horse under him was frightened and stood up abruptly. He Yan pulled the reins, and the next moment, someone flew from behind him, and the gleaming sword tip was aimed at his back.
There are assassins!
He Yan turned sideways to avoid it, dismounted from the horse and landed on the ground. Before he could see who this person was, that person had already made a comeback and rushed towards He Yan, pointing his sword directly at He Yan's heart. He Yan's life was going to be killed without a word.
There is no one in this wilderness, and even if they shout, it is impossible to call the city to guard. And she was defenseless and very troublesome. As a last resort, she split open the wooden box that she was holding under her arm with one hand. With a bang, the wooden box shattered, and the Qiuqiu Sword fell into He Yan's hands.
In the past and present life, although she had seen and touched it, it was the first time she had used Yinqiu. As soon as I started, I felt that this sword was really cold, as sharp and sharp as the owner of the sword.
I'm sorry Xiao Jue, she secretly said in her heart, borrow your sword for the time being.
He Yan suddenly pulled out the Yin Qiu sword, looked at the person in front of him, and shouted, "Who are you?"
In the full moonlight, He Yan could see clearly. The other party's whole body was wrapped up in a black cloak. The curtain covered most of his face, only a little of his chin was exposed, which looked as clear as sapphire in the night. . She had to look again, but the other party couldn't wait to swipe his sword towards He Yan's neck.
To start the fight without saying a word? He Yan was startled in his heart, but the murderous aura that had reached the door all indicated one thing, the other party wanted to kill her.
It seemed that he just wanted to take her life. He Yan frowned, could it be someone sent by He Rufei again? But there were still a group of people last time, how come there is only one this time
But soon, He Yan understood why there was only one person this time. Compared to those assassins last time, this person's skills are much better. Even He Yan could not help but be surprised when he fought against him. His swordsmanship is exquisite, seemingly calm like water but with a murderous aura, which is on par with hers.
She was astonished in her heart, what was the origin of this person, even in Shuojing, there were not many people with such skills. How could He Rufei have such a powerful person
Before I could think about it, the long swords danced and made a clanging sound. He Yan dodged to avoid the tip of the man's sword, bent his elbow and slammed into the opponent's abdomen, but the man seemed to have anticipated that she was going to sneak attack, so he ducked sideways, but instead ducked behind He Yan and stabbed with his sword. He Yan couldn't dodge in time, so he had to stab back with his back to the man, the two swords collided, and with a "bang", both of them took a few steps back.
He Yan was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, a familiar feeling came to his mind. She didn't know where the familiarity came from, but before she could figure it out, the man stabbed again with a sword.
The opponent's movements are extremely fast, and after each fight, there is no gap or idle time, and they will come again. The sword strokes are like hurricanes and rain, and they are fine and detailed. The Yin Qiuhui in He Yan's hands is sharp and sharp, and she has already used them with ease, so those flaws and habits about "General Feihong" are no longer concealed.
The snow flakes danced in the wind, and in the night, the bamboo forest seemed to have a soft whistle, burying the killing intent leisurely.
He Yan tapped her toes lightly, Yin Qiu in her hand seemed to have a sense of feeling with her, and finally caught a glimpse of the flaw in the opponent's sword move.
At the same time, the man also stabbed He Yan.
The two long swords made a crisp collision sound in the air, and at the moment when they passed by, there was a "smack" sound, and the long sword in the hand of the man in black was cut into two pieces by Yin Qiu. He Yan turned around abruptly and stabbed away at the back of the man who had not yet turned around.
The tip of the sword, just one inch away, was about to pierce his vest.
But at this tiny point, it stopped.
Surprisingly quiet all around, only the sound of rustling snow, and the clear chirping of wild cranes in the distant valley. He Yan looked at the opponent's back, and seemed to sense something, and the hand holding the hilt trembled slightly.
The opponent was motionless. She said slowly and hoarsely, "Who are you?"
In an instant, Shanyue broke through the dark clouds, thousands of peaks piled up jade, and Wanhe spread silver. The man slowly turned around, took off his hood, and revealed a familiar face.
"Xiao Jue..." He Yan murmured.
The black cloak was slightly fluttered by the wind in the snowy night. The youth's facial features were as beautiful as jade carvings. There seemed to be inexplicable emotions in the black eyes like autumn water. His eyes were fixed on her, as if from the past to the present, maybe there is a future.
"Your swordsmanship has improved a lot."
He hooked his lips: "Long time no see, General He."
End of Volume 5
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