Duan Baoji's dangerous moves were always aimed at Yang Andao's vital points, but Yang Andao was able to dodge skillfully every time. Perhaps it was the anger accumulated in his chest, or perhaps it was his hatred for a person. Although there was no murderous intent in Duan Baoji's sword, it was
It's still enough to make others feel the chill.
At first, Yang Andao could still scream while showing off his moves, but in the end he remained silent because he read anger, sorrow, love and hatred from Duan Baoji's sword language. There were so many mixed flavors, this kind of
It felt as if he knew he was wrong, but out of helplessness he had to accept the consequences of his mistake. If killing himself would really make Duan Baoji happy, Yang Andao would kill her at all costs.
With a long roar, Duan Baoji jumped up, jumping more than ten feet high. At the same time, she stabbed down with the sword technique in her left hand and the long sword in her right hand. This move was like a ball of fire, sword energy and internal force bursting out.
The air waves mixed together and rolled towards Yang Andao.
Yang Andao let out a long sigh, simply threw away the Buddha dust, opened his hands, stretched out his neck, closed his eyes, and waited for Duan Baoji's sword to stab him to the core. Yang Andao felt no pain or fear, but his face
It shows a relaxed feeling of intoxication and relief.
Duan Baoji was startled and quickly withdrew the sword in the air. At the same time, her body rolled. The sword energy rubbed Yang Andao's ears and moved towards the gate of Lanyuan. A strand of hair floated up under the sword energy. Duan Baoji saw it clearly.
, there are a few gray silver threads hidden in the jet black hair.
"You, why don't you hide? You are so familiar with this trick, you can definitely dodge it."
Duan Baoji landed. Although her anger was still there, her tone became much more relaxed, and it seemed that there was still reproach in her words.
Yang Andao smiled bitterly and said: "If I hide, how long can I hide? I have already escaped once and lost the person I love most. From that time on, I started to live wildly, thinking that I could wander around the world, but in the end
I find that I still can't let go. If being in your hands today can calm you down and make me feel relieved, then even if I die, why not? What's more, dying in the hands of the one you love is also a blessing.
point."
Duan Baoji sheathed her sword, but still said with anger: "Kill you, kill you, I'm afraid of staining the orchids in my courtyard. If I kill you, I can go back to the past, and have a chance to start over, you
He has died a thousand times over and changed."
Yang Andao asked silently: "You, do you really hate me so much?"
Duan Baoji sighed angrily: "So what if you hate it? What if you don't hate it? The past is gone, and we can't go back to it. Things in the world may have been determined for a long time. You and I will end up in two places. This may be the destiny.
.It is also fate to meet the most inappropriate person at the most appropriate time. We are all a grain of sand in this world. Who cares about who and what we are? If we care anymore, it is hypocritical. Cousin,
You can't let me forget the past, and I can't let you let go."
Yang Andao instantly became extremely painful. He leaned over and picked up the strand of hair that had been cut off by the sword energy. He kept looking through it and sighing.
"That cowardly person died and was no longer cowardly. Unfortunately, time has flown away for thousands of years. It's like two unrelated straight lines that finally intersected after constantly trying to change their trajectories, but after intersecting, they can't
Instead of getting entangled together, they continue to separate and move further and further apart.”
Duan Baoji suddenly stretched out her left hand and slapped it straight in front of Yang Andao. Yang Andao was confused for a while, not knowing what this meant.
"What are you waiting for? Where is Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy? Why don't you take it out? Didn't you bring it just to give it to me?"
Yang Andao's expression changed, and he was like usual again, blinking his cunning eyes and stammering: "What...what...what is Zhao Mengfu? Where is Zhao Mengfu? I...why don't I know?"
Duan Baoji was angry for a moment, and he raised his sword and tried to stab her again. Yang Andao quickly jumped out of the distance, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and threw it towards Duan Baoji.
"What's the matter? Just do it when you say it." Yang Andao said, his naughty smile gradually solidified, and the corners of his eyes looked more like wet tears.
Duan Baoji reached out to take the scroll and couldn't wait to open it. After reading the words on the scroll, her originally calm face turned angry again.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Yang Andao quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't, don't, don't. Being angry will hurt your liver. Don't get angry easily. How old are we? It's not good for a little kid to see it."
"Stinky Taoist priest, how dare you bring a fake calligraphy and painting to my place and make noise all morning. Do you really think I can't beat you? Don't come to my Lanyuan again."
Duan Baoji seemed to have issued an order to expel guests, but Yang Andao didn't seem to take it seriously, and asked with a shy smile: "How could it be fake? I can't tell it's fake, it's quite true."
Duan Baoji threw the calligraphy and painting at Yang Andao: "The writing is stiff and the finishing lacks charm. Taoist priest, you'd better not say it's your own handwriting, otherwise, I will think you are just amusing me and break your legs." "
Yang Andao looked at it carefully and shook his head and said: "Tsk tsk tsk, oh my, my cousin's eyes are still clear. I was deceived. I spent three hundred taels of silver to get this. No, no, no, I have to find that person." , get my money back."
Duan Baoji's anger subsided and she just snorted and returned to her room, no longer paying attention to Yang Andao.
Yang Andao took the scroll and walked out while muttering: "I didn't want to come to see you, but to please you. Who knows if I looked away in a hurry, who could be blamed?"
When he was about to go out, Yang Andao turned around and saw Xi Wuhan staring at him with his cheeks propped up. He quickly made a face and said softly: "Wuhan, listen to the master carefully. I will come back later. You must remember to open the door for me." !”
Xi Wuhan was a little confused and didn't know what to say. How could he still look like a great master? He was clearly an old naughty boy.
After memorizing the Dharma, Xi Wuhan didn't understand the deep meaning, but he had a feeling that the secret inside it only needs to be studied by oneself, even if it is just a little bit a day, in the end he must study and understand it by himself. The so-called reading The meaning was obvious after reading it a hundred times, and the little girl immediately decided that she must find the true meaning of the method in practice.
Xi Wuhan had made dinner early and was sitting at the table, watching Duan Baoji looking at a painting on the wall in a daze.
It was an old painting. In the painting, an old cow was raising its head under a tree and staring intently at the tree. What was lying on the tree was not a bird, but a snow-white rabbit. The old cow's eyes showed admiration. It was also worried. It seemed to be worried that the rabbit would fall from the tree, so the old cow's back was facing directly below the rabbit.
There is also a blank space in the painting
A few lines of small characters read: Standing alone on a high branch in the cold, among the towering white jade. Sitting under the entwined branches, the tiles will not fall down even if they fall.
Xi Wuhan didn't know what the painting meant. Seeing the master staring at the painting so absorbedly, he couldn't help but move closer and stare at the painting silently, hoping to get some clues from the painting.
.
"Han'er, do you have someone you like?"
Duan Baoji's sudden question really startled Xi Wuhan, but what surprised her even more was that when the master asked this question, the first person she thought of immediately was Huangshan.
Xi Wuhan didn't know why he had such an idea, and he didn't know why his master suddenly asked like this. He just blushed and then shook his head like a rattle.
Duan Baoji didn't look back, but asked: "Is that the young man named Huangshan? Is he really your father's disciple?"
Xi Wuhan lowered his head and said softly: "But my mother said that in fact, my father never taught him martial arts. He only accepted him as a disciple and then sent him to Wudang to be taught martial arts by his master."
Duan Baoji nodded, as if mumbling to himself, or as if telling Xi Wuhan: "Well, he is a nice young man, and anyone will fall in love with him at first sight. But do you know him well?
Do you like you too? And there seems to be a woman beside him, who is said to be the daughter of the Wei family in Sichuan? "
Xi Wuhan nodded, feeling a little sad in her heart, because she knew that he had always treated her as her biological sister. Although she also wanted to treat him as her biological brother, the feeling in her heart told her that she
I really don't want to do this.
Duan Baoji suddenly turned around and said earnestly: "Han'er, you have to remember that unrequited love is a bad fate for a person, and it is also a bad fate for two people to like each other. The most important thing for a man is to take responsibility and be able to appear in time when he is needed.
And support yourself, do you understand?"
Seeing Xi Wuhan looking thoughtful but not understanding, Duan Baoji sighed again: "You are still a child, why am I telling you this? Let's eat!"
While responding, Xi Wuhan said to himself: "Master, I may not fully understand what you are saying, but I am not a child anymore, so I still understand some things."
"Master, you have been staring at this painting for a long time. I dare not understand the meaning of this painting."
Xi Wuhan asked in a low voice, feeling very uneasy. As expected, Duan Baoji suddenly turned angry and said, "Kid, why do you ask this? I want you to practice hard and remember all the mental techniques?"
Xi Wuhan knew that the master was just a talker, so he timidly asked: "Did Taoist Yang give this painting to you? My disciple thinks that Taoist Yang is a good person and has high martial arts..."
"Nonsense," Duan Baoji interrupted Xi Wuhan with a soft drink, but then said softly: "Yeah, even if it was painted by him, so what? Decades have passed, what am I still doing with it?"
"Master, I don't dare to talk or ask about your elders' affairs. It's just that I feel that Taoist Yang is really good to you. Although I don't know martial arts, I can see that he has been letting you go this morning.
He simply cannot bear to hurt you."
Duan Baoji didn't speak, but her face suddenly turned grim. Xi Wuhan didn't dare to say anything anymore, so he could only serve the rice silently and wait on the master to eat.