Baili Fengjian woke up late at night, and it was already noon when I changed clothes and stood up. Looking out, I saw that the hillside was already covered with a thin layer of matsutake snow.
The snow started to fall last night, and it has been slow and steady, thin and dense, just like cool rain. The sky is not gloomy, with a gray silver light, a bit gentle and affectionate.
He lazily walked through the corridor of Yunqin's back hall in his broad robe. When he passed by Jingche's room, she happened to walk out the door.
The color in front of my eyes suddenly jumped, and it hit the bottom of my heart.
She wore a red underskirt with slanting white plum blossoms spread from the cuffs to the bottom of the skirt, and a wide band around her waist, which perfectly outlined her beautiful body. In the past two years, her figure had grown as tall as a bamboo joint, and
The figure is not thin, but there is always a kind of beauty that makes people think of it. It is concave and convex, and every inch is exquisite.
The plain face is charming, and the red dress is seductive.
Xiaoxue rushed towards her, raising an eyebrow and in the blink of an eye, the beauty was no longer under his control.
He had clearly seen too many beauties in the world, but he seemed to have suffered from amnesia in an instant. Three thousand people drowned in the water, and he couldn't think of anyone who could be more vivid and magnificent than the person in front of him. The stunning appearance was nothing more than that.
The romance that could not be erased from his nature, he evoked an appreciative smile, half-glazed eyes, the pupils reflected the charming and lively face, and a cinnabar tear mole in the corner of the eye, like a pinched Sha, but it was a bit unique and arrogant: "
This red dress looks pretty good."
Jing Che was already prepared and he was nonchalantly criticizing her new clothes, but he didn't expect that what came this time was a rare compliment.
Arguing with him has become a habit. Even though I was happy in my heart, I still raised my eyes disdainfully, as proud as before: "Who said I don't need to buy new clothes because I'm ugly and fat? You said I look good in red, then
I won’t wear it anymore.”
The door closed with a bang, shutting Baili Fengjian out. When he came out again, he had changed back into his usual plain disciple clothes.
He was slightly helpless, but he just smiled and asked casually: "Where are you going?"
Jing Che grinned at him and showed off: "Senior Brother Xiu made me chestnut cake, I don't think you can do it."
Baili Fengjian muttered in his heart, it was Brother Xiu who was even more kissable than his master, but on his face he just said as if nothing had happened: "Go early and come back early."
Jing Che couldn't wait to go to the main peak, and happened to pass by a disciple who hurriedly came up to Yunqin Peak to look for Baili Fengjian.
She hadn't gone too far when she heard the man talking about secret messages and Yizhao Town, which were all incomprehensible things, so she didn't pay attention.
When we arrived at the small kitchen on the main peak, Ye Xiu was indeed unequivocal. He had been busy all morning and didn't know where he got the chestnuts from, and the cakes he made were decent.
Jing Che enjoyed it so much that he packed up the rest and went back. Ye Xiu sent her out of the disciple room, and because he had to clean up in time, he let her go back to Yunqin Peak by herself.
The sky always darkens very quickly on snowy days, and now it was covered with a thin layer of black. She was not in a hurry to return with her sword, and took a few more steps by herself, her steps so brisk that she almost floated.
The taste of the chestnut cake still lingers in my mouth, which is really wonderful.
"Oh, he came to the main peak again, who are he trying to seduce?"
Jing Che's face darkened, and it turned out to be Gong Lin again. Why would he see her annoying face every time he came to the main peak, which ruined his mood.
"You don't show respect, you don't call me uncle, and you have no respect for your elders. Gong Lin, you are really giving face to the disciples of the main peak."
The expression on Gong Lin's frosty face was not good-looking. She had been forced to kneel down and salute Jingche in front of everyone. She always remembered this shame. Every time Jingche used her seniority to suppress her, she would gnash her teeth with hatred: "
Uncle Master, are you worthy?"
"Whether I'm worthy or not, it seems like you don't have the final say, right?" His tone was arrogant.
"Without knowledge or skills, I think the Sword Saint Sect has been completely disgraced by you."
"What should I learn that I need your guidance on? Are you a sword master?"
"Jing Che, you always talk about the Sword Master, it's not new anymore," Gong Lin said with a sarcastic smile on his face, "If you have the ability, let's have a fight."
He scoffed: "A martial arts contest? I'm still afraid of you."
"Okay, three days later, at midnight, we will meet in front of the Xiyanpo Forbidden Area. Winning or losing depends on strength. If anyone loses and is not convinced and secretly speaks out, he or she will take the initiative to get out of Jiahuang Mountain."
Jiahuang Mountain strictly prohibits disciples from secretly making fights. If discovered, the punishment will be severe. However, most of the people involved can hide it without telling them.
"Of course I sit up straight, unlike some people who like to find others to blame."
Gong Lin looked ugly for a moment, then said: "Don't be arrogant, let's make a deal first, if we lose -"
She gave a contemptuous and confident smile: "Then look for an auspicious day when there are many people, and kowtow three times to the winner."
She is really a person who spends money and money, and now she is still thinking about the time she was forced to kowtow to her years ago. Jingche didn't bother to pay attention, so he acquiesced, and went back with his sword without looking back.
Normally at this hour, Baili Fengjian would stay in the main hall, reading a book, or sipping a few sips of wine, but today he is not here, and Jing Che cannot find him no matter how hard he searches.
After looking through the entire Yunqin Palace, the wind and snow outside seemed to be getting stronger, so she took an umbrella and ran to the back mountain.
In the Drunkard's Pavilion at the back of the mountain, there was indeed a man lazily leaning on the railing. He tipped the cup over the pot, but only a few drops of residual wine flowed out. He let go of the pot and the pot fell to the ground, and the sound of broken ceramics echoed in the silence behind.
The mountain suddenly echoed all over the place.
Jing Che was startled, he hadn't seen his master so drunk for a long time.
She stopped his hand that was about to take the wine bottle and shouted crisply: "Master!"
Black mountains and white water in the distance, with the sky half-open above the head. Baili Fengjian looked at the girl in front of him with half-squinted eyes, with only a little bit of sobriety flickering in his eyes, as if he was about to be surrounded by drunkenness.
Finally recognizing the person coming, he smiled sideways: "It's Ah Che."
"Master, you are drunk again." Jing Che frowned dissatisfied, but did not protest as fiercely as before.
"Not drunk." He casually patted the empty seat next to him and motioned for Jing Che to sit down.
"Teach me sword skills when you're not drunk." She sat down and ignored his drunken appearance, and gave him some usual bossy words.
"What's the matter?" He raised his eyebrows and reflected Jing Che's side face in a pair of drunken eyes. The background was a black curtain mixed with three thousand swaying broken snowflakes, "So studious?"
"Isn't it good to be studious?" Jing Che squinted his eyes impatiently, but before he could see his movements clearly, a ray of mysterious light swept out of the pavilion, and the Long Yuan White Sword lying aside disappeared.
He left a loud laugh, performing and singing to himself, as if no one else was around, resounding through the wind and snow: "Drinking hundreds of cups of fine wine, drunkenly dancing with a long sword pointing into the void -"
Looking out, under the pavilion, amid the swirling snowflakes, the long wind was blowing his robes, and the air was filled with a hazy drunkenness. He danced the sword in a flowing and flowing manner, with no rules to follow, but it was natural.
The distant and lonely Mo Pagoda stood majestically behind him, and thousands of years were flowing freely on the tip of his sword. The sword energy passed over the wind chimes on the Mo Pagoda and made a pleasant sound, which echoed in the wind and dust. The black robe was black
Facing his hair, he holds the sword far away and free and easy, just like the desolate gods from ancient times who are still unruly.
As she walked down the pavilion, his sword was overbearing but did not hurt her in the slightest.
The sword made a perfect half-arc and hit a dark hole in the snow. Baili Fengjian stopped and looked at her half-smilingly and half-seriously: "Ah Che, after learning this set of swordsmanship,
You can go out and save the world."
Jing Che didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This set of swordsmanship was completely created on the spur of the moment when he was drunk and unclear. It was a question whether he would remember it after he woke up, let alone use it to save the world.
It's just that he suddenly mentioned saving the world, which surprised her. His free and easy old man was so stimulated by something today that he actually took the initiative to bring up this matter. This topic has become a taboo between master and disciple, because they have argued too many times, and she was shaken.
I couldn't get along with him, but was assimilated by him in my comfortable days, so I had to give it up and not mention it.
"I don't want to learn this. Can you teach me something reliable?"
I still want to compete with Gong Lin. But the second half of the words stuck in her throat - naturally she wouldn't tell him honestly.
He raised his eyebrows lazily, walked unsteadily, walked closer and leaned over to stare at her, with a half-smile, and the smell of alcohol lingered vaguely on the side of her nose, tickling her.
"This swordsmanship is something that others can only ask for, why don't you learn it?"
Her face turned red inexplicably, but luckily she couldn't see clearly in the darkness. She took a step back unnaturally, and said with a stern mouth, "What do you want? You just rely on sword dancing to deceive the innocent girl's love."
"Isn't Ah Che an ignorant girl?" He squinted his eyes unclearly, "Then tell me whether the master is handsome or not."
"You must have become a disease of narcissism." Jing Che glanced at him impatiently and disgustedly.
He laughed, deliberately pulled her long hair, and pulled her back like punishment.
Just as she raised her head to face his handsome face, she became angry and pulled her hair back from his hand, while yelling: "Master, why are you so drunk?"
Between the pushes and shoves, his body became unstable, his feet slipped, and both of them fell to the ground.
He lay on his back in the snow, still looking very immodest, grabbing her long hair and asking her over and over again: "Tell me, master, is he handsome? Is he handsome?"
"He's so handsome, he's so handsome..." She refused to give in, bitterly pulled back her hair, brushed the snow off her body and stood up.
He was about to leave angrily, but after taking a few steps away, he looked back worriedly. The corners of his mouth were still tilted, and he murmured: "Ah Che, is the master handsome..."
But the voice was lowered, and it was vague in the throat, like a river that could not flow. The last sight of the night sky was dark and quiet, with white snowflakes sloping down and rushing towards my face.
He turned back and touched his body with his toes: "Oh, Master, go back and sleep."
There was no movement, just fell asleep without warning.
Jing Che was angry and funny, squatted down and pulled his face: "Master, if you sleep again, I won't care about you -"
My fingers accidentally touched the stubble on his chin, which was soft and hard, velvety and green. He paused and quickly retracted as if he had touched a minefield.