That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 103

In the East Lake Bieyuan, the woman was still standing by the lake, looking down at the undulating lake water at her feet, her eyes were obscure.

A round jade bi, the size of a palm, hangs from her waist.

Before monks in the world go on a long journey or retreat, they will often use the essence of life to refine their life lamps. Life and death are connected.Jianzong has been destroyed, and Gongsun Zhongmou and his wife naturally have no place to put the life lamp, so the couple each refined a piece of life-related jade many years ago, and exchanged it with each other.

With a slight sound, a clear crack appeared on the jade disc.

Zhang Xueyao followed the prestige, staring blankly and speechless, watching the jade bi split in two and falling at her feet, her face pale.

"Dead?" After a long time, Zhang Xueyao whispered to herself in disbelief, "Gongsun Zhongmou, you... just left?"

Zhang Xueyao squatted down, picked up the shattered jade bi with trembling hands, bit her slender lips, and said in a sad voice, "Aren't you called Zhongmou, where have you been? , is to plot yourself to death? You are always so self-righteous and never listen to my words, no matter how serious the swordsman is, can he take his own life?"

At this moment, she is no longer the high princess who used to be aloof, but just a poor woman who lost her husband.

The two pieces of jade in the woman's hand slowly turned into powder and disappeared with the wind.

"Xueyao."

Zhang Xueyao was looking at the powder in her hand in a daze, when she suddenly heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, she suddenly raised her head, and burst into tears when she saw that person.

There is a handsome man with a gentle smile.

The two once studied art with a teacher, traveled the world together, suffered together, rebuilt the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall together, and married husband and wife here, loving each other.

Zhang Xueyao stared at the man in front of him stupidly, and said softly: "Gongsun Zhongmou."

The man's figure was gradually erratic, and it seemed that he might disappear into the wind at any moment. He slowly floated over, and stretched out his right hand, which had become illusory and transparent, as if wanting to caress his wife's cheek.

Zhang Xueyao wiped away the tears on her face, raised her face, closed her eyes, and smiled peacefully.

The man's hand finally "touched" the woman's face, and said softly, "I'm leaving."

Then the body gradually became blurred and dissipated into a stream of water.

Zhang Xueyao opened her eyes, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh, she folded her sleeves with her hands and bent over, just like the husband and wife bowed to each other on the wedding night, and said softly: "Husband, let's go."

——Gongsun Zhongmou is dead, there is no bones, together with the magic-suppressing awl that pierced his chest, it turned into a little bit of liuhua, and completely dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

He left Xu Beiyou a Zhuxian, a Xuanming, a sword case, and three seals.

One of the seals is Chen Ye's token, and the other two are the seal of the Sect Master Jianzong and Gongsun Zhongmou's private seal.

Xu Beiyou collected the relics of his master, put them all in the sword case, and carried the sword case on his back.Just as Gongsun Zhongmou said before he died, he will replace this sword box in the future.

It is easy to carry a sword box, but it is very difficult to carry a sword sect.

During the process of Gongsun Zhongmou's last words about his funeral just now, Murong Xuanyin stood at a distance the whole time, silently watching his old friend leave.

It wasn't until Xu Beiyou carried the sword box behind his back that Murong Xuanyin walked up to Xu Beiyou's side, and said slowly, "Qiuye has decided to kill Gongsun Zhong with the devil-suppressing awl even at the expense of his own fortune." Conspiracy, then there is nothing to do, and it is impossible for gods to save."

Xu Beiyou turned around and said in a low voice, "But no matter what, I still want to thank Senior Murong for his rescue."

Murong Xuanyin waved his hand, "For me, Gongsun Zhongmou couldn't die, not because of deep affection, but because of interests. Now that he has passed away, I can only make plans in advance. But before that, I I can send you one last trip, but you are going to Jiangdu to meet Zhang Xueyao?"

Xu Beiyou thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I want to go back to the northwest to meet someone first."

Murong Xuanyin didn't ask Xu Beiyou who he wanted to see, but just flicked his sleeves and said a good word.

The next moment, a purple long rainbow engulfed Xu Beiyou and soared into the sky.

——Thousand Buddha Caves, Xiliangzhou.

The little monk looked up at the master who was standing on the shoulder of the tall Buddha statue, and asked loudly, "Master, why are you standing so tall?"

The middle-aged monk standing on the shoulder of the Buddha replied calmly: "Only by standing tall can you see far."

The little monk asked again: "What's the use of seeing far?"

"Only by seeing far can we go far."

"Master, are you leaving?"

"Ah."

"Where are you going?"

"Go to Xiheyuan."

"What are you going to Xiheyuan for?"

"Meet someone."

"Who?"

"Han Xuan Han Wenbi."

"Master, these are obviously two people. What is their relationship? Brothers?"

"..."

"Master, why are you silent? Are they brothers?"

"This is a man. His surname is Han, his first name is Xuan, and his style name is Wenbi."

"Oh, so that's the case. By the way, Master, why did the person who came here a few days ago call you a sick tiger? Aren't you the Dragon King?"

"Sick Tiger is my nickname when I was an official in the court. It was bestowed by the late Emperor. The person you mentioned also has a nickname like Renmao, but not many people dare to call him that now."

"Master, are there many people in the imperial court who have nicknames like you?"

"There were quite a few back then, but I'm afraid there aren't many now. Apart from the two of us, there are only Ghost Monkey and Yuying left."

"Master...are you going to be a sick tiger instead of a dragon king after meeting that Han Xuan?"

The middle-aged monk was silent for a long time, touched the green and black stubble on the top of his head that had not been shaved for a few days, and said slowly: "Maybe."

——An uninvited guest came to the Ye Mansion today.

Even uninvited guests, so many of them are bad ones, and a high-ranking family like the Ye family, if they want to visit, not to mention that they have to prepare a few days in advance, they have to submit a name card, but the person in front of them is not only unnamed Tie, but also carried a green bamboo fishing rod, opened his mouth to meet the Ye family master.

The concierge of Ye's family was well-mannered, but he couldn't help but roll his eyes.Grand Master?Is that something ordinary people can see?Regardless of whether you are a nobleman, a high-ranking family member, even a nobleman from the Tian family, you are still useless. In all fairness, even the old matriarch and the master may not be able to see you!

Just when the concierge wanted to reject this unexpected guest, the housekeeper hurried out and opened the middle door wide to welcome the distinguished guest.

While the concierge was stunned, the man walked into the door of Ye's house with a bamboo pole on his shoulders.

After entering the Houfu, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi stood with his hands behind his back, apparently he had been waiting for a long time.

The visitor put down the fishing rod on his shoulders, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "You are welcome to welcome Master Zhangjiao, Xiao is terrified."

After changing out of her Taoist robe, Qiu Ye smiled lightly and said, "I haven't seen you in decades, but Huaiyu is still as handsome as ever."

Surnamed Xiao, Huai Yu.

The identity of the visitor is self-evident, it is the current master of Wei, Xiao Jin and Xiao Huaiyu.

Counting his age, Xiao Jin is about to reach the age of seventy, but now he looks only forty years old, worthy of the four characters of Yushu Linfeng, with a scholarly and elegant air, coupled with that extremely noble and illustrious prince, It is enough to make countless women's hearts sway.

There is a huge lake in the Ye family's back mansion. It was not artificially excavated, but was enclosed by the Ye family when the mansion was built, and the two sat by the lake to fish.

Xiao Jin threw the fishing hook into the lake, smiled calmly and said, "Congratulations to Master Master for finally getting rid of decades of persistent illness."

Qiu Ye's face was calm, "Illness comes like a mountain fall, and it goes away like a silk thread. It's too early for Huaiyu to say that."

Xiao Jin looked at the lake, "Oh? What do you say?"

Holding a purple bamboo fishing rod in his hand, Qiu Ye slowly let the line out, and said: "Gongsun Zhongmou's death does not mean that Jianzong is dead. If Qingchen back then was rotten meat in the Daoist sect, then Jianzong would die." It's an external sword wound, and it's easy to heal, so I'm afraid that someone will take this opportunity to make another cut on this wound, adding another wound to the wound."

Perhaps it was because the fish in the lake had been hungry for too long. After a few words, Xiao Jin's fishing rod began to tremble uncontrollably. Not small."

Qiu Ye said flatly: "Young people, and young people who started as high as the sky, it's not strange to have a big heart."

Xiao Jin jerked the fishing rod in her hand, and a bright red carp jumped out of the lake.

He took the swaying red carp off the hook, put it into the lake again, and said with a smile: "Look for the dragon early, don't roam the rivers and lakes. You must know that under the fragrant bait, the mouth is a hook."

(End of this chapter)