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Chapter 65 One divination and thirteen hexagrams, all the hexagrams are without you
The raindrops on the banana leaves in the corner of the eaves behind the house are crisp but mottled. The pomegranate leaves in front of the hall are washed green and soft by the rain. A row of lanterns on the corridor are swaying with the wind. The wind blows a little withered.

When Du Ruo bowed, his long sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the hair on his temples fluttered. He raised his head slightly, his face wrinkled, and said, "Third Aunt, if it's inconvenient, you don't have to. After all, Fairy Fuyao is the master of the Nangong family. , I can think of other ways."

Du Ruo really couldn't bear to emotionally kidnap such an elder who had been thinking about him for so many years.

Mrs. Nangong took Du Ruo's hand, and said with a gentle smile, "You child, you are still so polite with Third Aunt. Third Aunt knows that you have suffered a lot these years, but don't be so unfamiliar with Third Aunt. , What kind of Fuyao fairy is called by outsiders, don't learn from them, when you were young, you always called it big girl."

Du Ruo smiled tentatively and said, "It's different now."

"What's the difference?" Mrs. Nangong complained: "When you were young, everyone said that you would marry my Hu Po when you grow up. Does it mean that now that you have fame, you don't like my Hu Po?"

The corner of Du Ruo's mouth twitched, and she hurriedly said, "No, Third...Third Aunt, don't get me wrong, I..."

"Okay, okay," Mrs. Nangong pulled Du Ruo to sit down, and said: "It's still the same as when I was a child, you stutter when you make this joke, I won't say it, I will call Hu Po right away, although, Third Aunt Now, I don’t understand the things about you young people, but when you are three years old and see you grow up, I believe you will definitely not harm Amber, not before, and certainly not now, right?”

Du Ruo looked down at Mrs. Nangong slightly, the elder's loving eyes were very pure, without any impurities, it was just the innocent expectation of the elder who hoped that the younger generation would be the same as when he was a child.

After a while, Du Ruo nodded slowly.

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In the evening, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ground with a splash, and the water splashed into fog. The sight was getting worse and worse, and the outer walls beside the streets and alleys were almost invisible.

A woman in palace attire walked slowly down the street holding an oil-paper umbrella, her temperament was gentle, her hands and feet were all ladylike, the arrogant rain wet most of the corners of her skirt, and her shoes were also covered with water drops , it was Nangong Amber, the Fuyao fairy, who came out of Tingchao Pavilion in the waterside pavilion.

This place is called Xiaonan Alley, a very common alley, but the three religions and nine schools in Gusu City have never dared to set foot in it, because there have always been rumors that after the master in Shuixie Tingchao Pavilion left the island, he never went to the ancestral house of the Nangong family , only come to Xiaonanxiang.

As for why come here,

Looking at her attire, every time she looks like Xiaojiabiyu, she knows that she is here to see her mother.

In fact, only Nangong Hupo knows how many masters secretly protecting Mrs. Nangong are hidden in this small south alley.

Every time Nangong Hupo came to Xiaonanxiang, she was alone, just like a normal daughter who went out to see her mother, or carrying some pastries, or twisting two sets of clothes, it was as simple as that.

The moment Du Ruo set foot in Xiaonan Alley, Nangong Amber had already received the news, but she didn't want to show up. However, Mrs. Nangong sent someone to notify her, so she couldn't control her thoughts.

Nangong Hupo walked quietly in the street holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the uninterrupted rain in front of her, with a calm and calm expression, as if watching the peach blossoms all over the street and the sunshine, walking, she stopped.

Outside a closed inn, a young man was squatting there, holding a few copper coins in his hand, throwing them lightly on the ground, repeating this action over and over again, the tiles of the eaves were flushed with rainwater, tick-tock The answer fell down, I don't know how much rainwater stuck to the young man, but the young man didn't care, and kept throwing copper coins.

The water flowers one after another on the ground are very hazy in the evening.

The young man's clothes were a bit torn, but they hadn't been mended. A very common black iron sword was stuck on the ground, and a wine gourd was hung on the hilt.

A painting scroll was carried on his back, and a few strands of hair were blown by the wind and covered the scroll.

Just like that, in this slightly hazy evening, there were no extra people and no extra sounds on the street, only a woman in a palace costume holding an umbrella, looking at the young man who kept throwing copper coins, picking them up and throwing them down again, watching After about twenty breaths, she slowly lifted her foot and continued to move forward.

Just two steps away, Nangong Hupo suddenly heard a chuckle, and then, a long sigh came from behind: "A divination of thirteen hexagrams, none of the hexagrams have you, and none of the 13 people in a row are you. This sword , but is it still useful?"

Nangong Hupo stopped suddenly, turned around slowly, looked at the young man who was squatting on the ground, and said softly, "Swords are not practiced for others."

The young man raised his head slightly, looked at Nangong Amber, his eyes seemed to have pierced the rain, stood up slowly, and said, "That is your sword."

"It's the right sword."

"For you, it's right, for me, it's wrong."

Nangong Hupo raised her foot and stepped on the ground, splashing a little bit of water ripples. She took two steps forward, and the oil-paper umbrella was sprayed with water, ticking and ticking. She said, "Are you waiting for someone?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"The person in the painting, the person in my heart!"

Nangong Hupo took another two steps forward and said, "You are a swordsman, but you went in the wrong direction. The sword should be practiced for yourself."

The young man said: "I don't know where love came from. Once it's gone, it becomes deep. I don't know when the sword will be. It has been thousands of miles away. It exists because of her. Without her, there would be no sword."

Nangong Hupo had no expression on her face, her eyes were like a stream of clear springs, she took two steps forward and said, "The Dao is ruthless, and the Holy Way is also ruthless. Love, after all, is just a concern, a fetter, you...are you waiting for me today?"

Nangong Hupo was asking, but it seemed to be describing.

The young man drew out the sword stuck in the ground, took down the wine gourd, took a sip, tied it around his waist slowly, drew out the sword, clasped the sword and said: "My next Wang Que, I was lucky enough to witness Fairy Fuyao making a sword strike on Changjie that day. Yesterday Huafu met the two people who survived under your sword that day, and I have some doubts about my swordsmanship, please enlighten me!"

"it is good!"

The wind picked up, and the sound of rain on the street suddenly disappeared.

Lines of rain break open and close again,

I don't know whether it is time or space, it seems to be broken for a moment, but everything is as usual without any change.

There is silence between heaven and earth,
The oil-paper umbrella moved slightly!
Nangong Hupo turned and left, heading towards the depths of Xiaonan Alley, the rain continued to fall, the footsteps were light, and gradually, the slim figure disappeared into the night.

Only the young man under the eaves stood motionless, holding the sword in his hand, looking ahead quietly, one breath, two breaths, as if frozen, only a ray of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"tick"

A drop of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth to the ground.

A crack appeared on the black iron sword, and then two, three, and a gust of wind blew the sword directly into fly ash, which was blown by the wind and fell into the rain without any trace.

The hilt of the sword fell under the eaves.

The young man came out in a daze, braved the heavy rain, walked step by step, aimlessly, staggered, and gradually disappeared into the night.

There was only one scroll, which was left under the eaves, and was swept by the wind and rolled behind the pillar, motionless.

The rain is really heavy!

　Thanks to the book friend "Ye Ling" for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)