This was the most ordinary day that Lan Qiao and Bai Xueyin spent in the next month.

"What story do you want to hear today?" After a sumptuous lunch, Lan Qiao put away the bowls and chopsticks, sat side by side with Bai Xueyin, and asked her with a smile.

Bai Xueyin had talked to him about her dream a few days ago, saying that besides being a chivalrous person in the world of justice, punishing evil and promoting good, her biggest wish was to read more books and know more about history and cultural allusions.

Lan Qiao thought, since we are going to spend a long time in this river valley, why not put some effort into telling some interesting historical events, the background of the creation of poems and songs, and the origins of some idioms in the form of storytelling.

Share it with Bai Xueyin, and add his own views and insights.

The time spent telling stories every day soon became Bai Xueyin’s greatest enjoyment and expectation. In the process of enduring the pain, she could accompany each other with her dear senior brother and listen to his stories one after another that were novel and interesting, or touching.

Or thought-provoking short stories, such slow and tender years were something she could never hope for before.

Perhaps this is the "quiet years" that people often yearn for.

"Yesterday, senior brother told the story of Su Dongpo and his three wives. I was very moved when I heard it." Bai Xueyin said angrily, "According to senior brother's habit, shouldn't we tell a story about a hero today that has nothing to do with the love between men and women?"

"You have figured out all the tricks." Lan Qiao touched his chin with a wry smile, "Then today I will tell a story about a martial arts master. As for whether he is a hero or not, everyone has their own judgment."

He sat up straight, picked up a stone like a storyteller, clapped it with a serious tone, and said in a tone of voice: "Listen to this, Wen Yang attacked Lejia City at night and frightened Master Sima to death alone."

Lanqiao is familiar with history, and combined it with some folklore, from the Guanqiu Jian rebellion at the end of the Three Kingdoms to Sima Shi personally leading an army to put down the rebellion and stationed in Lejia City.

"Guanqiu Jian called for discussion with his subordinate Wen Qin. Wen Qin said that I have a son, Wen Yang. Although he is only eighteen years old, he is as brave as any man. He can divide his troops into two groups and attack Lejia City at night." Lan Qiao.

He spoke unhurriedly, "It was Ye Wenyang who arrived first. After breaking the city, he drove straight in. His bravery was so great that Sima Shi was so frightened that his eyes burst out and blood flowed all over the ground."

"What happened next?" Bai Xueyin listened attentively and hurriedly asked: "Did Wen Yang catch Master Sima?"

Lan Qiao shook his head and said: "Although Wen Yang is brave, it is a pity that his father Wen Qin failed to arrive in time because he got lost in the dark night, and missed the best opportunity for a two-pronged attack. After that, the Wei army swarmed to help and firmly protected Sima Division.

Seeing that the Wei army was powerful, the rebels immediately fled, leaving Wen Yang alone to break out of the encirclement to the south."

"At this moment, the situation of the battle was reversed. Hundreds of eager Wei generals cheered up and chased all the way to Lejia Bridge in the south of the city." Lan Qiao shook his head and deliberately paused before continuing to tell the thrilling story at that time.

Scene, "They were about to catch up with Wen Yang, but Wen Yang suddenly turned his horse's head and charged into the Wei army with a loud shout. He killed them for a while and then retreated again. Instead of beating the horse and running fast, he only walked slowly."

"He doesn't want his life?" Bai Xueyin said in surprise, "Aren't you anxious at all? Or is there some other trick?"

"Wen Yang walked slowly, and the Wei army soon caught up with him again. So Wen Yang turned around again, single-handedly charged into the crowd of Wei generals, knocked several of them off their horses, and then retreated calmly, still going slowly," Lan Qiao said at the end, "

In this way, the Wei army pursued and killed four or five times in a row, but Wen Yang turned back and killed him every time. In the end, he could not capture Wen Yang. After this battle, Wen Yang became as famous as the fierce warrior who broke Chang Banqiao.

Zhang Fei became a well-known legend at that time."

Bai Xueyin was excited when she heard this. She was both envious and lamented: "To be able to push back hundreds of Wei generals alone, Wen Yang must have been a top master of that era. What about Master Sima? Was he really 'scared to death' by Wen Yang?" "

"Master Sima did die of illness not long after this incident." Lan Qiao sighed, "But what I want to say is that this was not because he was frightened by Wen Yang, but because Master Sima was suffering from a serious illness. After experiencing the battle of Lejia City, it was exaggerated by folklore as 'being frightened to death by Wenyang'."

Bai Xueyin suddenly said: "Then he is powerful enough. If it were placed today, wouldn't he be someone like Master Shen?"

"This story is not to encourage everyone to practice peerless martial arts and then go to the battlefield to fight one against a hundred. Master Shen is indeed a top master, but this does not mean that he can turn the tide of the battle on his own. What is really important on the battlefield is the commander. The tactics and the execution of the tactics by the soldiers." Before Lan Qiao could tell her that Uncle Shen from Hongyi House was their master Shen Xinliu, he shook his head and said, "In terms of martial arts, Wen Yang was already powerful enough for his time. , placed among thousands of troops but still small, it is not easy to protect himself, let alone defeat his opponents and achieve the set strategic goals."

"Senior brother, your story is really good." Bai Xueyin didn't know whether she understood Lan Qiao's final summary, and said happily: "Since I didn't have much chance to study when I was a child, I especially like to listen to people tell such stories. Every time I listen to them, I feel inspired. A lot of gains.”

Lan Qiao felt hot in his heart and said: "Then I will tell you every day."

"I appreciate Senior Brother's kindness, but I don't dare to take it seriously." Bai Xueyin smiled slyly, stretched out a finger and shook it gently, "Don't make promises to yourself, Sister Feng will probably not be happy by then."

Lan Qiao thought about it. He was indeed impulsive and said something he shouldn't have said. He said with a guilty look on his face: "Then why do you like to find people to fight? Fighting and killing are not what girls should do." Changing the subject somewhat awkwardly.

Bai Xueyin was silent for a moment and said emotionally: "Everyone in the world is suffering, and women are especially miserable. Senior brother, you know that several of our junior sisters have unfortunate pasts. Therefore, when I walk around the world, I can't stand those powerful villains who bully the weak. I may I'm not very good at talking, but I actually don't like to be called a heroine or something like that. I just want to do something within my power so that the weak in this world can live well, and I also regard this as nurturing my master. The best repayment for your kindness.”

Lan Qiao let out a long breath and said, "I believe Sister Xue Yu has endured unknown sufferings, but do innocent girls like Xue Ying or Xue Chu also have painful pasts?"

"Unfortunate people have their own misfortunes." Bai Xueyin said softly: "Xue Ying was originally a rich girl with no worries about food and clothing. Because of her family's decline, she had no choice but to be sold by her parents to a wealthy businessman from a neighboring province as a concubine. But just like her, On the way back home with her husband, they encountered a group of green forest bandits. Her husband was killed on the spot, and almost all the people accompanying him were killed. Fortunately, the Master arrived in time and saved Xue Ying, who was just over fifteen years old at the time. "

She paused and then said: "Sister Xue Yu was once married to a bodyguard. The bodyguard had a grudge against evil people and was visited by revenge seekers. She watched helplessly as her beloved husband died tragically and her family's belongings were stolen. After everything was robbed and even her body was raped by her enemies, she was unable to resist. Faced with the disparity, she endured everything silently without saying a word. It was not until the gangster stabbed her infant baby with the tip of a knife that she finally He rose up in grief and anger and fought against the gangsters."

Lan Qiao gasped: "They don't even let the baby go?"

"Master arrived a step too late. Although he saved sister Xue Yu who was only alive, the baby could no longer be saved." Bai Xueyin shook her head sadly: "As for junior sister Xue Chu, she is less than five years old.

I became an orphan. Both my parents died at the hands of Japanese pirates. I was almost entirely raised by Master and our senior sisters. Compared with them, I feel that I am happy enough even if I only have a few months left to live.

Sometimes when you look at the suffering of people in the world, you realize how hard-won the peaceful times are."

"Believe me, you don't only have a few months left in your life." Lan Qiao pressed Bai Xueyin's shoulders with both hands, turned her to face him, and then said seriously: "There are still a lot of beautiful years waiting for you.

, you will be happier in the future."

"Really?" Bai Xueyin's eyes dimmed and he whispered: "I don't dare to think about the unknown future. I just hope that the tranquility at this moment can last a little longer."

Seeing her crazy look, Lan Qiao couldn't help but rub the hair on the top of her head like a mischief, and said with a smile: "Stop thinking about it, the medicine is ready, come and take the medicine."

"Hey! I hate it!" Bai Xueyin's hair was messed up by Lan Qiao, and she was furious. Before she could straighten it out, Lan Qiao had already brought the freshly cooked soup.

"Huh..." Lan Qiao took the medicine bowl and blew on it first to let the medicine soup cool down, then he took a spoonful and brought it to Bai Xueyin's mouth.

"Am I disabled? I want you to serve me like this?" Bai Xueyin glared at him, took the medicine bowl from his hand, and drank directly from the bowl without using a spoon, and drank it all in one gulp.

"This medicine is too bitter." Bai Xueyin frowned, wiped the medicine stains from the corner of his mouth, put down the still hot medicine bowl and said, "You feed me spoonfuls, which is simply prolonging the time of my suffering."

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Lan Qiao smiled, took out two green plums from his sleeve, stuffed them into Bai Xueyin's hand and said, "Eat some of this and you won't feel the bitter taste."

Bai Xueyin took a bite, and her brows suddenly furrowed even more tightly than before. She couldn't help but slap Lan Qiao's body with her palms. She squeezed her eyes for a long time before saying with difficulty: "It's sour...where did you pick the plums? They're so sour."

I'm sorry, I might as well take another bowl of medicine."

Lan Qiao rubbed his hands "hehe" and said: "Actually, I tasted one when I picked it and knew it was very sour. I just wanted you to experience it and see what your reaction would be after eating it."

"You know how to bully me." Bai Xueyin punched him hard and said, "Is there a senior like you? Wait until Sister Jingshu comes back and see how I file a complaint against you to her."

"Junior sister, please calm down. Junior sister, please calm down." Lan Qiao said with a smile, "What do you think this is?"

"Don't come." Bai Xueyin turned away pretending to be angry.

"Take a look, take a look, junior sister, please give me some respect and sit on it and try it." Lan Qiao's tone was not without pride, and he placed a small chair made of vines in front of Bai Xueyin.

"What is this for?" Bai Xueyin was a little surprised, but still followed the instructions and sat on the wicker chair.

Lan Qiao tied her waist with another vine, then lifted the wicker chair and put it on his shoulders: "Having been at the bottom of the valley for so many days, do you feel too depressed? Now you have this vine.

chair, I can take you around and let you relax."

Bai Xueyin was startled at first, but then said in confusion: "No, there's nothing wrong with this valley, senior brother, there's no need to..."

"Let's go." Lan Qiao interrupted her with a smile, "Don't worry, your body is as light as a leaf. It's a piece of cake for me."

After saying that, Lan Qiao lifted his legs and left, carrying the wicker chair and Bai Xueyin up the slope.

"Brother, slow down." Bai Xueyin still felt embarrassed. Because of the elevated viewing angle, she had a strange feeling like when she was a child, riding on her father's neck to see the world.

She suddenly felt very moved.

Lan Qiao has light and strong legs. He walks and wanders freely among the mountains and forests. From time to time he points out the surrounding plants and strange rocks and tells all kinds of interesting jokes.

Every once in a while, Bai Xueyin would say that she had finished shopping and asked Lan Qiao to let her down. But Lan Qiao never listened and only said, "You haven't seen the most beautiful scenery yet."

At dusk, Lan Qiao climbed to the highest peak in the nearby mountains, gently put Bai Xueyin down, and enjoyed the magnificent sunset with her.

Bai Xueyin looked at the stacks of distant mountains under the setting sun, watching them dyed with an intoxicating golden color by the sunlight. In a trance, he returned to Tianlian Peak, and returned to the old days when he and Lan Qiao were practicing on the Liuxian Terrace.

A surge of pride comes straight from my heart, yes, life is so beautiful, and it is far from time for me to let go.

Bai Xueyin stood up from the wicker chair, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, and her arms spread out, as if embracing the setting sun.

So her pretty face was also plated with a layer of gold.

Lan Qiao stood proudly beside her, and said with the same excitement: "In the past, when I was unhappy when I was traveling in the world, I also liked to climb a peak, look far into the distance, and enjoy the great rivers and mountains. Whenever I see the magnificent scenery in front of me,

The sight, those worldly resentments, worries and misfortunes seemed to suddenly leave me, becoming insignificant in an instant."

They stayed at the top of the mountain until dusk, then Lan Qiao picked up the rattan chair again and took Bai Xueyin down the mountain.

"It's not this road, it's over there." Bai Xueyin couldn't help but remind her when she saw the blue bridge descending halfway up the mountain and then turning onto a mountain road she had never walked before.

Lan Qiao said with confidence: "This is indeed not the way back to the bottom of the valley, but I just want to take you here."

Bai Xueyin asked doubtfully: "What's over there?"

"Here is your new home." Lan Qiao walked to a big tree where three people hugged each other, lit a torch, and illuminated the space in front of him.

"This is..." Bai Xueyin looked up and saw a simple tree house built on the thickest tree branches.

"After all, the bottom of the valley is humid, and too much water vapor makes it uncomfortable. Although it only takes one stick of incense to walk from here to the bottom of the valley, it is still more livable because it is halfway up the mountain." Lan Qiao said apologetically, "I am skilled in craftsmanship.

No, it took nine days to make it look like this. It's better for you to live in it than to sleep by the river."

Bai Xueyin bit her lip and was speechless for a long time, only silent tears filled her eyes.

"Come, let me show you around." Lan Qiao said as he climbed up the tree trunk, put down the wicker chair carrying Bai Xueyin in front of the tree house door, and opened the small door for her.

Bai Xueyin ignored the tears on her face and walked gently into this small tree house, which was about four or five steps square. The house was paved with hay and there was a bouquet of flowers, and the fragrance filled the house.

"How's it going? Do you like it?" Lan Qiao held on to the door frame, his eyes roaming around Bai Xueyin's face.

In fact, Bai Xueyin didn't need to answer at all, her moved tears had already explained everything.

"You rest here for a while. I will light a fire under the tree, and then I will bring the things from the bottom of the valley and get you something to eat." Lan Qiao jumped down from the tree lightly and landed in the air in front of the big tree.

On the ground, "Today we have wild vegetable porridge, grilled fish and bacon."

"Senior brother, thank you." Bai Xueyin murmured as she looked at Lan Qiao's retreating back.
To be continued...