Sheng Hechen had already prepared the house by the Shuijian faction, and Jiang Su's room was in the Qianqiu Garden where he lived.
The two people's houses are facing each other across the lotus pond in the courtyard. In Sheng Hechen's imagination, this should be a peerless beauty with a lot of affection. He only needs to open the window every day to see the beauty he likes. Think about it. enjoyable.
But as soon as Mu Yichuan appeared, things became a little different.
Sheng Hechen thought that Mu Yichuan was just an ordinary disciple of the Zhishui Sword Sect, and he would just live in a room with other ordinary disciples. He didn't even bother to arrange Mu Yichuan's bed. The general manager of the Wulin League is in charge of the matter. The Wulin League leader is in charge of all kinds of situations, so naturally he can't be bothered to deal with such trivial matters.
But he never expected that Jiang Su grabbed Mu Yichuan's arm and said that he wanted to teach the secrets and exercises of the sword test, and he dragged Mu Yichuan into his room abruptly.
Sheng Hechen gritted his teeth angrily, but he could only force himself to be calm, picked up his saber, pointed at the window of the room, and stared at Jiang Su's room to sharpen the knife.
Anyway, Jiang Su's house was right across from him, and under his nose, he didn't believe that Mu Yichuan could make a fool of himself.
Mu Yichuan was at a loss.
The door slammed shut in front of his eyes, Jiang Su pulled a chair, looked at him with a serious expression, and said to him seriously: "You have never set foot in the rivers and lakes before, and you are injured again this time, so you can't fight for a long time, There are quite a few experts in this sword test, you must be careful."
Mu Yichuan immediately became interested when he heard Jiang Su talk about martial arts masters.
He is full of curiosity about Jianghu, but he doesn't know it. He has never even heard of the name of Jiangsu Jianghu's first sword. As for other people, he is even less likely to know.
"If I didn't guess wrong, the one sent by Zhujian Villa should be their young master Song Mo." Jiang Su said, "This person is a left-handed sword, and the direction of his moves is different from others. You need to pay more attention."
Mu Yichuan nodded.
Jiang Su added: "Song Mo is the most kind and scheming—"
Before he finished speaking, the door was already ringing, and someone outside said with a smile, "Xiao Jiang, are you inside? It's me, A Song."
Jiang Su: "..."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Jiang Su went over and opened the door.
Song Mo, the young owner of Zhujian Villa, was outside the house, in the ice and snow on the 16th day of the first month, swinging a folding fan gracefully. When the Sword Sect arrived at the Wulin League, they rushed over to see you immediately."
At the other end of the lotus pond behind him, Sheng Hechen looked gloomy, sharpening his knife.
Jiang Su was puzzled: "Is there something wrong with the master of the young village?"
"There is a plum garden outside the Wulin League, and now the flowers are in full bloom." Song Mo said with a smile, "At this time of year, it is a pleasure to enjoy plums and wine."
Jiang Su: "..."
"I covered the whole plum garden." The folding fan in Song Mo's hand shook more happily, like a paper butterfly flying up and down in his hand, "I don't know... Xiaojiang, do you have time tomorrow?"
Jiang Su finally spoke up.
"In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, what are you doing with your fan?" Jiang Su frowned, "Aren't you cold?"
Song Mo: "..."
"Oh, I don't drink." Jiang Su added, "I'm a swordsman, and I need to be vigilant at all times. What if someone happens to assassinate me when I'm drunk?"
Song Mo barely kept a smile on his face and said, "I will protect you."
Jiang Su looked him up and down for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "Forget it."
Song Mo: "..."
Jiang Su: "I have something else to do, the master of the young village, please come back."
Song Mo: "..."
The door was closed in front of him, Song Mo clenched his fists and clenched the paper fan almost to the point of breaking. In the world, only Xiao Jiang dared to reject him like this!
Oh man.
He's going back to practice swords now! After three years, you will be impressed!
…
Jiang Su returned to the room, looked at Mu Yichuan who was blinking at the table, his expression remained unchanged, and continued: "Song Mo is the most scheming, but he can't hold back his breath and has a good face. When you compete with him, you only need to If you provoke him, he will lose."
Mu Yichuan couldn't help nodding his head.
Jiang Su added: "Besides Kaizhujian Villa, there is Wanshe Island. Although Ding Yesheng, the elder in their sect, also uses swords, the exercises are strange, you must not—"
The door rang again.
Someone screamed and was nervous. At the end of the sentence, the voice broke: "Jiang... Jiang Shaoxia, are you there? It's me, Ding Yesheng."
Jiang Su: "..."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Jiang Su went over to open the door again.
Ding Yesheng, the nearly nine-foot-tall elder of the Wanshe Island, was outside the house, rubbing his sleeves nervously. He was trembling all the time, and asked, "Plum blossoms... The plum blossoms are blooming, Jiang Shaoxia will be available tomorrow... is there time?" ?"
Jiang Su: "No time."
Ding Yesheng was sluggish.
The voice of Sheng Hechen sharpening his knife was much more pleasant.
Jiang Su: "I want to practice swords."
Ding Yesheng: "The day after tomorrow?"
Jiang Su: "Comparing swords."
Ding Yesheng: "Big... What about the day after tomorrow?"
Jiang Su: "Practice the sword."
Ding Yesheng: "..."
"Since Elder Ding has time to appreciate plums, why don't you go back to practice swordsmanship." Jiang Su said, "If anything happens, I'll talk about it tomorrow after I finish practicing swordsmanship."
The door was closed in front of him, Ding Yesheng was stunned, took a breath for a long time, and patted his mouth fiercely. He only blamed himself for being stupid. He really said bad things, and he didn't know what Jiang Su liked—
No, wait, he got it.
Ding Yesheng clenched his sword tightly.
Jiang Shaoxia must like men who practice swords diligently! He's going back! Practice your sword well! When his swordsmanship is complete, it won't be too late to come back and talk to Jiang Shaoxia!
…
Being interrupted twice in a row made Jiang Su feel a little upset.
He returned to the house, looked at Mu Yichuan, sighed, and was about to continue speaking when the door rang again.
This time outside the door was Situ Jin, the young pavilion master of Zhenlong Pavilion.
He had prepared large and small bags of gifts, which were stacked in the courtyard. With a smile on his face, he said to Jiang Su, "Brother Jiang Xian, do you have free time tomorrow?"
Jiang Su: "I don't go to the plum garden, I don't know how to drink, I'm busy practicing swordsmanship, I'll go back."
Situ Jin: "..."
Jiang Su was simply annoyed.
He just wanted to talk to Mu Yichuan about the opponents he might meet in the sword-argument test. How could so many people come here to bother him one after another? But these people didn't have a point in their words, and they were rewarding plums. Everyone wants to enjoy plum blossoms. Are plum blossoms so pretty
He took a deep breath and calmed down by reciting the formulas of the mind, turned his head and saw Mu Yichuan frowning slightly at him, his expression was a little weird, but Jiang Su couldn't quite tell his emotions, he could only think , Mu Yichuan should also be very upset that their conversation was interrupted so many times.
"Jiang Shaoxia has many friends." Mu Yichuan whispered, "People like Jiang Shaoxia are really popular."
Jiang Su sighed.
"Let's talk in another place." Jiang Su said, "Look for an open space, and I can demonstrate their moves for you."
But in the Wulin League, where is no one bothering him
Jiang Su thought for a long time, and suddenly thought of an excellent place.
They all thought he wouldn't go to appreciate plums, right
The most dangerous place is the safest place! Plum Garden talks about swords! let's go!
…
Mu Yichuan, who was at a loss in his heart, was dragged by Jiang Su to the plum garden outside the Wulin League. In the middle of the night, there was no one in the plum garden, but Jiang Su finally found someone who could quietly discuss swordsmanship with Mu Yichuan. Satisfied at the place, he found a higher rock and sat down, and then told Mu Yichuan all the martial arts paths of those few people.
He seemed to be determined to help Mu Yichuan win the first place in the sword-argument test, so Mu Yichuan could only follow his wishes and write down what Jiang Su said one by one. It was too late, and it was time to go back, but Jiang Su was not in a hurry, he still pulled Mu Yichuan and said, "Wait a minute."
Mu Yichuan was puzzled.
"It's not time to go to bed yet." Jiang Su said, "there will definitely be someone knocking on my door again."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Mu Yichuan frowned slightly, did not answer, just turned his face away, pretending to look at the scenery in the plum garden.
For some reason, he felt unspeakably sad in his heart.
He had long known that Jiang Su had many friends in Jianghu, but when he saw that so many people liked Jiang Su, he felt a little uncomfortable.
If possible, he wished that Jiang Su belonged to him alone. He had never had friends before, and naturally he didn't know whether this feeling was normal or not. He just felt distressed.
Jiang Su followed his gaze towards the plum garden, and subconsciously asked, "You haven't seen plum blossoms, have you?"
"I have seen it." Mu Yichuan said, "I have never seen it so closely."
There is a plum blossom forest in the back mountain of the teaching, but his father forbids him to leave the teaching at will, so he can only look at it from a distance, but he has never been in it. For him, this encounter is the first time in his life. suffered.
Jiang Su raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that Lin Fengnan was going too far.
He originally thought the plum garden was quiet. He wanted to find a secluded place to talk to Mu Yichuan, but he didn't have much interest in appreciating plums. Now, he looked at the red plums in the snow under the rocks, and suddenly felt... They seemed to be still there. Missing a jug of wine.
Jiang Su didn't never drink, just to see who was drinking with him. He asked Mu Yichuan to stay here for a while. He went to the market outside to sell a pot of wine, and then hurried back, but he had not yet arrived there. Under the rock, he had already seen Ding Yesheng who was drunk, collapsed under the plum blossom tree, holding his sword, clenching Mu Yichuan's hand beside him, trembling with tears.
He is a big man who is nearly nine feet tall, and his posture is inexplicably a little scary. Jiang Su looks at Mu Yichuan, and Mu Yichuan looks back innocently and says, "He is your friend."
Ding Yesheng was so drunk that his head was dizzy, but he insisted on saying, "What friend, I... hiccup... I'm not worthy of it, woo woo woo."
Jiang Su: "..."
"He fell in the snow, in such a cold weather." Mu Yichuan said, "I can't ignore it."
He really didn't want to pay attention at first, and he even thought that if this person died, Jiang Su would be able to have one less friend and one more look at him.
This is the principle that his father taught him to behave in the world over the years. The fate of others is like a must, and anyone who blocks him or makes him unhappy, he should take up the sword and kill them.
But Mu Yichuan still couldn't do it.
This is Jiang Su's friend. If he dies, Jiang Su will be very sad.
He could only get down from the rock, stay by Ding Yesheng's side, and try to persuade Ding Yesheng to go back, but he was not very good at speaking, and Ding Yesheng ignored him.
At this moment, Jiang Su came back.
Jiang Su had to squat down, looked at Ding Yesheng, and said, "Elder Ding, you should go back."
Only then did Ding Yesheng raise his head, barely recognizing that the person in front of him was Jiang Su. He was at a loss and muttered, "Jiang Shaoxia...why are you here?"
Jiang Su replied casually, "I came out with my friend to talk about something."
Ding Yesheng was startled: "Friend?"
He turned his head slowly, looked at Mu Yichuan beside him, stopped for a moment, then turned his eyes back, and caught a glimpse of the wine in Jiang Su's hand.
Plum Garden, snowy night.
Lonely man and widowhood, the flowers and the moon are under the moon, and the wine is matched.
"I understand hiccup, you guys just have to be good woo woo woo and you'll be happy." Ding Yesheng picked up his jug with him without a word, and poured himself a gulp of wine, "I'll go back now, woo woo woo. ."
He got up, staggered two steps, and threw himself into the snow.
Jiang Su: "?"
What does this man mean