It’s not easy going up the mountain. It took an hour to walk on the waterway and climb the ropeway.
When they arrived at the main hall of the Mingjiao sect on the mountain, the Mingjiao disciples who were still in the sect came to greet him.
Apart from the former disciples who were ferried at the foot of the mountain, there are only the former second masters in the sect - Mu Huansu, who is a Taoist priest, and Xue Lengxiang, a beautiful disciple who was punished by Xia Shang to face the wall for three years.
There were only a few people in the huge hall. Shangguanchan frowned: "Is this what you call thousands of disciples?"
Xia Shang smiled coquettishly: "Not now, but there will always be in the future."
"I think you clearly want to trick me into coming here!" Shangguan Chan was a little unhappy. One of the purposes of coming here was to use the thousands of disciples of Xia Shang to help him find his elder brother. Now it seems that there are only a few of them.
, it is better to look for it outside yourself.
However, it wasn't just once or twice that I was deceived by this man. Now I am not very angry anymore. I just said something casually and didn't take it seriously.
The person who cared most about Xia Shang was naturally Xue Lengxiang. After not seeing the master for a long time, the little girl suddenly became a little excited when he saw Xia Shang. She leaned very close to Xia Shang and looked at him eagerly. Finally finding a chance to interrupt, she asked: "Master, how are you going?
So long?"
Xia Shang waved his hand: "The story here cannot be told in just a few words. I will tell you in detail when I have the chance."
Shangguan Chan looked at Xue Lengxiang curiously: "Is this your apprentice?"
Xia Shang laughed and said, "What? You are allowed to have apprentices, but I am not allowed to have apprentices?"
Shangguan Chan rolled his eyes at Xia Shang and stopped talking.
Xia Shang introduced Xue Lengxiang: "This is your master's wife."
Xue Lengxiang has been following Xia Shang for a long time, and they already have a tacit understanding, and they salute very cooperatively: "Disciple, pay homage to the master's wife!"
Shangguan Chan was too lazy to explain anything and smiled at Xue Lengxiang. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.
Everyone met, exchanged a few words in the main hall, and then arranged their respective places to settle down.
Speaking of which, from the dangerous pursuits in the world to the comfortable life in a foreign land, the huge change happened so fast that many people have not adapted to it.
On the first day here, all the foreign guests didn't sleep well.
On the sword platform of Zhaori Mountain, a man dressed in white is dancing in the moonlight. The starlight and the bright moon shine together, reflecting in the mirror-like lake surface. The whole Zhaori Mountain is like a living thing.
Growing up in the sea of stars, the woman in the mountain is as beautiful as the waves passing through the sea of stars. Although she is as small as a star in the whole world, she is the most dazzling and lively one in the whole sea of stars.
This is Xue Lengxiang's stage, where she practices swordplay every day and night.
But tonight is slightly different. She is wearing a long dress that is not suitable for martial arts training, and her face is carefully decorated with many decorations, making her already stunning cheeks even more attractive.
These seemed a bit redundant, but she always felt that she should do some unnecessary things.
Xia Shang was sitting on the edge of the sword platform, holding a pot of wine and two of his favorite roast chickens. It was like he was teaching Xue Lengxiang how to practice swordsmanship at the beginning, drinking and eating meat while looking at his beautiful apprentice.
The sword posture is more beautiful than dance.
After experiencing a series of dangers, being able to spend such a relaxing and comfortable night is the best reward for the previous dangers.
No woman is born cold, all coldness is a kind of protection for herself. Once such a woman meets a man who can let her guard down, the softness she displays will be even more heart-warming.
Maybe Xue Lengxiang is such a person.
Looking back on Xue Lengxiang before, there is such a huge difference between her coldness back then and her casualness now. It is hard to believe that this is the same girl.
In comparison, Xia Shang still prefers his apprentice's current appearance.
Xia Shang felt somewhat proud that he could bring about such a big change in a woman.
"Master, how was your sword move just now?"
Before he knew it, Xue Lengxiang had finished performing a sword move, and ran to the master with a sweat all over his body. He looked at her expectantly, like a child looking forward to praise.
Unexpectedly, Xia Shang's mind was not on the previous sword move at all. He was completely attracted by the graceful figure twisting under the stars. He was stunned by this question and didn't know what to say.
"Uh...that..."
"What!" Xue Lengxiang put away her sword and pouted, "Master is not even looking."
Xia Shang scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Well... I'm a little drunk... I'm a little drunk..."
Seeing that his master had no intention of teaching him swordsmanship tonight, Xue Lengxiang simply threw the sword aside, snatched the greasy roast chicken from his master's hand, tore off a chicken leg and brought it to Xia Shang's mouth: "Master, you eat."
The beautiful apprentice was waiting on the side, feeling a little more comfortable and not caring.
What an image.
Drinking wine and eating meat.
There are more three, and the stars are brighter.
The wine and meat he had brought had been eaten up, and Xia Shangzhen was still a little drunk.
The refreshing wind blows on the sword platform, as if there are no worries in the world.
Xia Shang suddenly stood up, opened his arms in the center of the sword platform and sang loudly:
"The rivers and lakes laugh, and grievances are settled; when people fight each other, laughter hides the sword;
The world of mortals laughs, but the laughter is lonely; the heart is too high and cannot be reached;
The bright moon shines on the long road; people grow old, but their hearts never grow old;
If I can’t love you, I can’t let go; I can’t forget how good you are…”
The strange but amazing singing voice broke the tranquility of Zhaori Mountain.
Xue Lengxiang could see how drunk the master was at this moment, but she couldn't imagine that he could sing such a...such...indescribable song while pouring his heart out...
This song is very similar to him, but not like him...
But when people listen to it, they have a feeling of excitement all over their body. It seems that all the grudges and hatreds in the world are hidden in the song, and it seems that he is the only one who can see through it.
"It seems that the flowers are neither flowers nor fog, and the Taotao rivers and lakes cannot keep them. They are full of pride and ambition, but it turns out that heroes are lonely..."
The song spread far away. On the edge of the sword platform and in the path behind the big banyan tree, Shangguan Chan, who woke up alone in the night, stopped and stared blankly at his lonely back under the moonlight.
How could this seemingly insignificant and incompatible man sing such a song?
In this kind of singing, it seems that he is the only person in the world...
Shangguanchan was in the Jianghu, so naturally she loved the Jianghu, the spontaneity and spontaneity of the Jianghu, the infatuation and chivalry of the Jianghu, but she did not have time to hate the blood and cruelty of the Jianghu.
Unexpectedly, I just love Jianghu, but I don’t understand Jianghu...
Listening to the song and thinking about the people, tears came down.
I can't love you, I can't let go, I can't forget you...
"Is it me who sings?"
"Laughter in the rivers and lakes means that one loves to be carefree; music plays a harp, and wine is poured;
Look up to the sky and smile, forgetting everything; being as carefree as the wind."
The window in the deserted hut was pushed open. Yue Yanzhi, who had been unable to get up, was looking at the sword stand in the distance, holding a pot of old wine and taking a sip after another. He didn't know what he thought of, and burst into tears...