blue shirt oath

Chapter 3 Out of Style
"Your master?"

Du Qingshan sized up Song Guichen seriously.

She was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she was not extremely beautiful. Perhaps because of malnutrition since childhood, she was sallow, emaciated, and dry.

Such a person who is so ordinary that he would not have any sense of existence in the crowd, in Du Qingshan's view, he is not even eye-catching.

However, from her clear eyes like ice and snow, Du Qingshan always felt that she was not as ordinary as she appeared on the surface.

Over the past month, her behavior, her cooking skills that turn decay into magic, and her determination to go to Hangzhou all made Du Qingshan see in her the characteristics that are different from ordinary girls of fourteen or five years old.

Although it was a bit awkward, Du Qingshan had to admit: In the past month, in front of this girl younger than him, he has been taken care of by her more.

Du Qingshan couldn't help laughing: "Unexpectedly, you still have a master."

Song Guichen gave Du Qingshan a white look: "What? If you don't look good, you can't have a master?"

She knew that this body was indeed very ordinary compared to her original appearance.

Especially in front of Du Qingshan, who is as bright as the bright moon, she is almost like a girl who carries water and burns firewood in the countryside.

Du Qingshan quickly explained: "I don't mean that, I'm just curious, what kind of person can write such a good sentence."

Song Guichen liked to hear these words.

The person she admired the most since she was a child was her master Lin Bu. He was happier to hear others praise Master than to hear others praise herself.

Lin Bu is arrogant and self-important, and he is proficient in almost everything in poetry, poetry, calligraphy and painting.

It's just that he writes poems at will, and often throws them away after writing, and never keeps them.

As his only apprentice, Song Guichen regretted that those beautiful poems were discarded like this, so for so many years, she secretly recorded all his poems, and would compose tunes and sing them in her spare time.

Hearing Du Qingshan's praise, Song Guichen and You Rongyan said happily, "My master is the lonely mountain of West Lake—"

In the middle of speaking, Song Guichen suddenly fell silent.

The master's reputation is so great that there is probably no one in Song Dynasty who has a little background.

Although Du Qingshan fled with her all the way here, but judging from his attire and behavior, he must be the son of a wealthy family, and it is very likely that he knows his master.

With his current appearance, if he rashly said that he was Lin Bu's apprentice, he would die of laughter.

"Who is it?"

Du Qingshan thought that Song Guichen's reticence on purpose was to whet his appetite and make him question him.

But he was indeed curious, so he asked in a very dignified manner.

Song Guichen tilted his head and stared at him for a while, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh, forget it, you don't know anyway."

"If you don't tell me, how do you know I don't know?"

Song Guichen threw the last piece of wood into the dying fire and rubbed his cold hands.

Seeing that she was cold, Du Qingshan took off his cloak and handed it to her.

Song Guichen hesitated for a moment, leaned closer to Du Qingshan, and covered the two of them with the cloak.

She doesn't want to suffer from the cold for nothing because of the rules that can't keep warm and can't be eaten.

"Your fever won't go away tonight, and we won't be able to travel tomorrow, so you'll get half of the cloak."

"Thank you very much." Du Qingshan thanked you without sincerity, and asked persistently, "Who is your master?"

Song Guichen: "My master is Long Aotian, a well-known Heavenly Sword master in the world!"

"Who is Long Aotian? Why have I never heard of such a person in Jianghu?"

"This is because you are ignorant, can you blame me?"

Du Qingshan thought about it seriously for a long while, and then said: "I've heard about the lonely mountain of West Lake; you're a master of the Heavenly Sword, I suspect you're bluffing me."

Song Guichen became narrow-minded, and asked back: "Are you from Song Dynasty? Haven't you even heard of Long Aotian?"

Seeing Song Guichen's disgusted face, as if he didn't know that Long Aotian was not worthy of being a Song person, Du Qingshan began to wonder if he was really ignorant.

He sincerely asked: "Who is Long Aotian?"

"Long Aotian, I made up nonsense and lied to you!"

"you--"

Seeing that Du Qingshan was deflated, Song Guichen hummed happily, quickly loosened the hay on the ground, lay down, and said, "Sleep! It will be even colder when the fire is extinguished."

As she spoke, she squeezed closer to Du Qingshan, and consciously pulled the cloak towards her.

These days, she kept the cloak exclusively, but today Du Qingshan had a fever, so she kindly gave him some of the cloak.

They have no medicinal materials, and they are the number one enemy when they get sick and have a fever in such a snow-capped mountain.

So Song Guichen squeezed beside Du Qingshan without caring at all, and explained calmly:
"In the current situation, we don't have any medicine, and you are already sick. If I get sick again, no one will find us food, so I have to make you and me stay overnight."

"Why do I feel that you are taking advantage of me?"

Du Qingshan lowered his head, sniffing the strange smell emanating from Song Guichen's body, forgot about being teased by her, and couldn't help pinching his nose in disgust.

"Are you really a woman?"

"Your uncle!" Song Guichen stretched out his foot and kicked Du Qingshan, "Little bastard, of course I am a woman, aunt!"

"Forehead……"

Being called "little bastard" by a young girl, Du Qingshan's feeling of embarrassment intensified.

In the past month, I have already gotten used to her words and demeanor, but it was the first time that she was scolded so angrily.

"I said, which woman in Kaifeng Mansion is like you, with rude words and indecent behavior..."

"shut up!"

Song Guichen unceremoniously kicked him again.

Fortunately, his cloak was wide, Song Guichen kicked him back and forth, but he didn't intend to kick him out.

The two curled up and huddled together, barely able to resist the biting coldness coming from the entrance of the cave.

Xu was too tired, Song Guichen soon fell into a deep sleep, and he still kicked Du Qingshan in his sleep.

Du Qingshan turned his back to her helplessly, staring at the pile of firewood with an unclear look in his eyes.

Feeling the even breathing of the people behind him, more and more questions accumulated in his mind, and the words West Lake and Gushan kept lingering in his mind.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl from Kaifeng, penniless and poor, said she had no father or mother, but she had a master.

Listening to what she blurted out proudly but didn't finish, the master in her mouth is undoubtedly in Hangzhou.

Has she ever been to Hangzhou?

Or lost with the master and went to Hangzhou to find a teacher?
Or a little girl showing off her mentality. Well, after getting along for a while, Du Qingshan confirmed that she is not the kind of little girl who likes to show off.

That means there really is a Master.

Why did she stop talking halfway through?Is it because you are afraid of exposing your master's identity?

For the first time, Du Qingshan felt that there was such a thing that confused him, and it was quite interesting.

The fire burned out, and the last trace of red was gradually extinguished.

Du Qingshan turned over, frowned and muttered: "As a woman, it's out of style to smell so bad."

But there was nothing to be done about it. Du Qingshan smelled himself, but it didn't feel any better.

He couldn't help but frowned even more disgustedly.

When you arrive in Hangzhou, the first thing you need to do is burn incense and take a bath!

(End of this chapter)