one, In April in the south of the Yangtze River, the pomegranate flowers are burning red.
There is such a tree in the courtyard of Shusheng Pei's house.
Every time during this season, the entire crown of the tree becomes like a blazing cloud, making it difficult for people to take their eyes away.
I think it was at this time that Bai Shengluo, the heroine of Jianghu, first arrived in Jiangnan.
At that time, Pei Yuange set up a small stall on the street and painted beautiful landscapes.
It's not that he has no talent, he just gives up on himself and never wants to get fame.
If anyone asks, he immediately shakes his pure white folding fan and says that it is nothing more than a high-ranking official with a generous salary.
After a while, everyone understood that this person was short-sighted and had no ambition.
Bai Shengluo admired Pei Yuange for his proud appearance and felt affection in his heart.
He simply quit the world and got married to him.
Later, Scholar Pei and his newly married wife came here on a trip.
They also took a fancy to this pomegranate tree and preferred the quietness of this place.
Together they decided to settle here.
"Daddy, what happens next?"
"Then I have you in this family."
The man smiled and reached out to gently stroke his son's head.
A woman walked out of the room.
She had a long face and a pretty face.
Although the clothes are simple, they can't hide the heroic spirit that ordinary women don't have.
Seeing the scene of father and son in the courtyard, I couldn't help but said angrily: "You are the one who spoils him?"
The scholar was carrying the box and was about to go out to set up a stall.
When he heard his wife's dissatisfaction, he turned around and coaxed: "It's too early for a child to be taught at such a young age.
Why do you have to be so harsh on him, Luo Niang?"
"Yun'er is seven years old, and he is a boy.
It will be too late if we don't teach him."
"Ahem," the scholar said helplessly, "Well, strict discipline is also a good thing.
I'm going out first."
Seeing that his father had left, Pei Yun did not dare to say any more.
Luo Niang said: "I remember all the moves I taught yesterday."
Pei Yun nodded quickly: "I remember."
Luo Niang's face softened a little: "Play it again and show me."
Pei Yun was afraid of his mother, so he had already practiced the moves very well.
At this time, he was performing one move after another, although it was childish, it was still very powerful.
Luo Niang was about to give instructions when she suddenly felt someone watching her.
When she looked carefully, she saw that there was only the sound of wind in the grass blades and no movement.
When the child saw his mother's face looking bad, he cautiously said, "My child has practiced wrongly."
"No."
Luo Niang hugged the child and walked into the house: "That's all for today's practice.
You go back to the house first.
Mom has to go out for something.
You are not allowed to leave the house until I come back."
She saw the child entering the house. , Luo Niang left in a hurry.
Under the supervision of his mother, Pei Yun practiced martial arts during the day and studied with his father at night.
He rarely had the opportunity to go out and play.
It was mid-spring, and the child was already itching in his heart.
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When Luo Niang left, he rushed to the street to play.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Yun?
Why do you have time to play today?"
Aso, who sells candied haws, often does business next to Scholar Pei's stall and knows Pei Yun.
Pei Yun was startled: "Brother Aso, please don't tell my father, I sneaked out."
Aso understood and picked a bunch of candied haws from the pile and handed it to Pei Yun: "I know.
Take this and eat it.
Don't go to West Street, be careful of meeting your father."
Pei Yun took the candied haws, thanked him and ran away.
Aso's candied haws are delicious and famous far and wide.
The bright icing is wrapped in the red fruit, and when you bite it, it tastes crispy and sweet.
Pei Yundong looked around, happily chewing, when suddenly someone patted him: "Kid, I want to ask you something."
The person who came was tall and thick, with a yellow complexion.
He grinned and showed a pair of broken teeth: "Is there a woman named Bai Shengluo around here?"
"Of course I know," Pei Yun became excited upon hearing this: "That's my mother."
"That's right."
The man laughed and said, "My surname is Zhang.
I have something urgent to do with your mother.
Can you tell me where you live?"
Pei Yun was a little hesitant: "Then don't tell my mother that you met me on the street.
Mom won't let me come out to play."
Seeing the man nodding, he said: "The one with the pomegranate tree at the east door of the street is my house.
My father My mother is not at home, so I will take you there."
The man nodded with a smile, pursed his lips and blew a strange whistle, and asked as he walked: "Where is your father?"
"My father has a stall on West Street.
Scholar Pei's stall selling calligraphy and paintings is quite famous.
Hey, the whistle you just blew is really special.
Can you teach me if you have time?"
Pei Yun chewed the last candied haws with satisfaction.
The stick flicked casually.
"Okay, if you're still interested then."
The man followed Pei Yun with a gloomy expression. two, While standing next to the waterfall practicing my sword, I suddenly thought of my master.
My master, his name is Suye.
And my name is Qingming.
Once upon a time, someone called me: Pei Yun.
Master, he often sat under that waterfall for a long time, with the water rushing down and washing his whole body.
At that time, I stood aside and watched at a loss, watching his face blur into a ball of sapphire color in the water.
Silent as a Buddha.
I also tried sneaking to the back mountain alone, and the impact made my breath holding become ridiculously weak.
The pressure on my head makes me timid.
I couldn't help but breathed, and my nose and mouth were filled with water.
I don't know how he did it, it looked completely inhuman.
Master has many habits that I cannot do.
For example, the appearance of Xianfeng Daogu.
My left leg was injured when I was a child, and there was an iron plate embedded in it.
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My legs couldn't bend when I walked, so I followed my master and wandered around many places with just one leg, limping for ten years.
In the past ten years, Master has picked up many orphans.
After picking up too many, he gradually settled down and taught these orphans martial arts and reading.
It was natural for me to become the senior brother.
"Elder brother, hurry up, the competition is about to begin."
Junior Brother hurriedly ran over and called me.
I put away my sword and followed my junior brother to the training ground.
Today is the date of the martial arts competition that takes place every three months.
Master uses this to test the level of our martial arts practice.
When we arrived at the martial arts training ground, the competition had already begun.
The master was sitting in the hall, taking a sip of tea and watching the competition below with a calm expression on his face.
I huddled in a corner, trying not to be seen by everyone.
According to the rules, only the one who wins the whole competition is qualified to compete with the senior brother.
I have been following Master for the longest time and have learned the most, but I am also the one with the least potential.
With a cheer, the final winner was born.
The second junior brother walked back onto the field with a proud smile.
I held my sword tightly and walked out from the corner.
In full view of everyone, the junior brother shouted, "The competition begins."
In my ears, I heard the junior brothers discussing something in low voices, and the voice of "Cripple" kept coming, with dissatisfaction and contempt.
My face burned, and I forced myself to calm down and draw my sword.
The watery sword edge is gentle but sharp.
It is the sword that the master has used before.
As soon as it is taken out of the sheath, it attracts everyone's attention.
The second junior brother launched a fierce attack.
I raised my sword to block it and barely managed to hold on.
The beautiful moves won the second junior brother's admiration, but my mind went blank in the chaos, and I completely forgot what I usually learned.
Within a few moves, the sword was knocked to the ground.
The martial arts training ground erupted with astonishing cheers.
In the voice of my junior brother announcing the winner, I silently bent down to pick up the fallen sword.
The weather in early spring is still cold.
It was a cool night, and I walked through the Moon Dew Gate wearing a heavy robe.
My feet stepped on the new grass buds and decaying dead things, making a fine and soft sound.
There was still light in Master's room, so I knocked on the door gently.
"Come in."
Pushing the door open, the master was sitting at the table reading a book.
The light was like a bean, and the book in his hand looked yellowed.
"Master."
I called out, but Master didn't answer or look at me.
I was a little hesitant about what to say next, and I stood thinking for a while.
The room was so quiet that I could only hear the sound of oily flowers peeling off.
"Master," I called again and put the long sword in my hand on the desk.
"After much thought, you should find another person to take over the master's sect."
The master's sword was given to me a few days ago, and at the same time he announced that I would become the heir to the sect.
However, during the day's joust, it was knocked out of my hands.
It's not surprising actually because I've never won at all.
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The man sat at the table, silent as usual, turning a page of the book from time to time.
I was embarrassed and nervous, waiting for him to give me some answers.
Many thoughts ran through my mind.
I didn’t come here to earn some face for what happened during the day, nor did I want Master to teach me any tricks.
Master has basically taught me everything he knows.
It’s me who has learned so many things and is still useless.
In the end, I felt that I was not capable of taking on such a big responsibility, and there were too many people who were more worthy than me.
"Qingming Festival."
It was almost midnight when the book turned to the last page.
Master put down the book and asked me: "How old is March today?"
I was stunned for a moment and replied: "The eighth day of March."
"Well, the day is almost here."
His expression became ethereal: "Pack your things tomorrow and follow me to visit the grave."
Are agreeing to quit.
Then I heard the master say: "Take the sword away."
I didn't dare to disobey the master's order, so I ran over and took the sword and exited the door.
I heard the master's calm voice coming from inside: "Qingming, that's just a sword. " three, When Luo Niang came in, her face suddenly changed when she saw the scene in front of her: "Let go of my son."
A dozen men were all happy when they saw Luo Niang, but the knife on Pei Yun's delicate neck never let go.
The yellow-faced man came out of the kitchen after hearing this, holding a small piece of roast meat in his hand and throwing it into his mouth: "Xu Nuxia, your life is good."
Luo Niang held her breath, she recognized the meat, it was her specialty, the leftovers from the family's meal in the morning were left in the kitchen.
She also recognized the man: "Zhang Quanhu, what are you doing here?"
Zhang Quanhu smiled happily: "You don't know what I'm doing here.
It seems that you are really focused on raising your husband and raising your children.
You don't care about the affairs of the world at all."
Luo Niang frowned impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense.
I have nothing to do with you.
What do you want to do when you come to my house and kidnap my son?"
Zhang Quanhu dug his teeth with his hands: "Some time ago, I heard that someone else's villa was wiped out, and everyone jumped in to get a share of the pie.
But guess what, they didn't get anything except some antique jades.
So I heard that someone else's villa had a large reserve.
It is famous for its gold, but I don’t even see the shadow of gold.”
When she heard that the villa had been wiped out, Luo Niang's face lost all color and she asked hurriedly: "Where are dad and Qian Jue?"
"You're talking about Miss Wen's third daughter, of course she died together with the Villa."
Luo Niang's vision went dark and she almost fainted.
Zhang Quanhu continued: "White Lady, there are rumors in the world that gold is buried in a place.
To open that place, you need a key called a golden talisman.
The address of the gold is engraved on the talisman.
You are the sworn disciple of Wenren Qianjue.
Sister, she is also the adopted daughter of Master Wenren.
Could it be that that thing is with you?"
Luo Niang's face turned cold: "I have never heard of such a thing.
Those are all nonsense rumors.
I'm afraid the real thing would have been taken away by the people who destroyed the village."
Zhang Quanhu didn't argue and said to the man beside him: "Bring our White Lady's sweetheart here."
The man dragged out another person from the kitchen, tied up and with a rag stuffed in his mouth.
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Although he looked embarrassed, he still looked normal.
It was Scholar Pei who had gone to set up a stall in the morning.
"How about the heroine, can you be kind now and tell us where the golden talisman is?"
Scholar Pei looked at his beloved wife with calm eyes.
Luo Niang gritted her teeth: "If I say no, it means no.
It's useless for you to mess around."
Zhang Quanhu turned around and slapped Pei Yun in the face, and tore off the cloth from his mouth.
Pei Yun cried out: "Mom, save me":