When the sword comes out of Emei, I will be the front

Chapter 7 Former best friends, traces of the sword

The sound of Fang Yanqing's voice can be heard for miles.

Ye Guhong saw clearly that his master's pretty face turned red.

It turns out that the real name of Master Mie Jie is Fang Yanqing.

I have to say that the temperament of this name and the tone of Miejie himself are completely opposite.

Master Miejie said angrily: "Zhou Xiaofeng! You and I have both entered Buddhism. Don't we, a poor nun, have a Dharma name for you to call you?"

The voice in the mountain shadow laughed and said: "Don't you call me by my common name? It's just that the poor nun's name and Buddhist title are both Xiaofeng, which doesn't sound like you, Fang Yanqing!"

While talking, a figure holding a lantern in her left hand and an oil-paper umbrella in her right hand walked out of the mountain.

It seemed that she was not walking very fast, but in a blink of an eye, she was only one or two feet away. It was obvious that she also had very good Qinggong skills.

Ye Guhong secretly thought, thinking that if this person had played the role of a female ghost in his previous life, he would have saved on special effects.

The other party came closer and leaned on his shoulder, revealing a beautiful and gentle face.

This person was about the same age as Miejie, but there was a girlish playfulness in his eyes. He turned to the faces of Ye Guhong and the three female disciples, then looked at Miejie, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have provoked the Tatars." Master, take your apprentice to take refuge in a poor nun's nunnery?"

Master Mie Jie was too surprised and said: "Have you developed the power of predicting the unknown? How did you know that the poor nun provoked the Tatars?"

Ye Guhong whispered: "Master, our horses are all military horses with brands on them."

Master Miejie suddenly realized this, shook his head repeatedly, and said proudly: "You are pretending to be a ghost! If my disciple hadn't been clever, the poor nun would have tricked you again."

As he spoke, he jumped off his horse and reached out to hug Ye Guhong. The three female disciples also quickly got down and stood respectfully beside Miejie.

General Miejie raised his hand and introduced: "This is my good friend Shitai Xiaofeng, Mingjun, Xiaorong, Jinyi and Guhong. I haven't met my uncle yet."

The four apprentices clasped their fists together and called them "Uncle Master".

Master Xiaofeng waved her hand and said: "No gifts, no gifts. Xiaoyue Temple, a poor nun, is very shabby. If you bring so many disciples, the poor nun will not be able to give you so many greeting gifts."

Miejie seemed as if he had not heard anything, and smiled at his disciples: "Your masters and uncles are really unique in swordsmanship. I will pass on a set of exquisite swordsmanship to you later, and it will be considered as a meeting gift."

Master Xiaofeng rolled her eyes and said, "Your Emei family has a great business and has hidden many superb martial arts skills, but you still want to attack a small family like me? Besides, I wanted to ask you for some footwork last time. You Shang Gu left and right said, now that you ask me to teach you as a disciple, you have the nerve to ask for 'Exquisite Swordsmanship' by name, Fang Yanqing, you, the leader, are too shrewd."

The relationship between the two of them was obviously very good. A person like Miejie, who had such a sour face, did not take it seriously when she was ridiculing her. Instead, he smiled and said: "It's not like thousands of families are poor, but it's not like one family is rich. Since a poor nun is in charge of a sect, how can he do it?" You don’t know how to calculate? You, on the other hand, are very capable, don’t start a mountain sect, and don’t have a son or a half, so why don’t you want to pass it on to my disciples?”

Master Xiaofeng laughed angrily at her: "If you say that, if the poor and the nuns don't fight for the steamed buns and the reputation, they really have to establish a sect. Just like you, you will recruit a few proud disciples and go around beating up your friends. Autumn breeze.”

Miejie said happily: "These disciples of mine are all of good quality. How can they be acquired so easily?"

As soon as he finished speaking, each of the three female disciples sneezed three times in a row, looking pitiful.

Master Xiaofeng said happily: "Ah, hey, you should show more care to such a talented and beautiful disciple. Look at the coldness of the child. Come on, come on, girls, go to Master Shu's nunnery and drink a bowl of hot tea to drive away the cold." cold."

After lighting up the lantern and leading the way, Miejie glared at the three female disciples, each holding a horse and following Master Xiaofeng.

The wonderful thing is that her Xiaoyue Nunnery is not deep in the forest of Meiling Mountain, but close to the foot of the mountain. They didn't walk far before they arrived. They saw a white wall surrounding seven or eight rooms. It was very simple. As expected, Just a small nunnery. "

Xiaofeng led a few people to the nunnery, lit the oil lamp, and took a quick trip around the house. When he came back, he was holding a tray with several cups of hot black tea, which was ginger tea boiled with brown sugar.

Poor three female disciples, they are not like Miejie who has profound internal energy to protect their body, and they are not like Ye Guhong who is dressed like cotton balls. They trekked for half a night in the heavy snow and were so cold that their faces turned green. They hurriedly thanked them and took them one by one. Take a bowl, sip it in small sips, and hiss and exhale spicy food, like three little snakes.

Master Xiaofeng couldn't bear to see it, so he specially made a brazier and asked several female disciples to burn it. Then he asked Miejie: ​​"Of course you killed the Tatars and robbed these war horses. The corpses on the horses, But what kind of business is it?" Miejie sighed, put down the tea cup, touched Ye Guhong's head, and whispered: "It's a long story. The poor nun went to Jiangnan for business and returned to Emei Road, thinking about it for several years. I want to meet you and come to check you out. Who would have thought that a group of Tatars would happen to be on the road, chasing this child and his family..."

Then he told Master Xiaofeng how Ye Guhong killed the Tatar leader, how he rescued him and accepted him as his apprentice, and even why the Ye family suffered this disaster.

Hearing this, Master Xiaofeng nodded and said: "Although I am a poor nun in the mountains, I also heard that there was a heroic man named Li Sheng on Zhangzhou Road who raised an uprising flag on Jiuya Mountain to fight against the Yuan Dynasty. Marshal Pingzhang of ZJ Province, don't take it. The officers and soldiers of the four provinces went to fight and were defeated. They are really heroes of our Han family. Your disciple's father is a fellow poor nun. He was called "Feng Jianchou". The poor nun also heard it mentioned by others. He thought He's just a landowner who knows martial arts, but he's also so heroic and courageous that he helps those heroes on Zhangzhou Road. Yan Qing, you, my apprentice, have done well!"

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled: "If you hadn't told me the cause and effect, I would have said that the reason why you accepted him was to inherit the Guhong name."

Miejie's face turned red after hearing this, and he thought to himself: What do I want to inherit? He is the reincarnation of my senior brother. Do I have to tell you? He snorted and said: "I am a big sect in Emei. How can a little nun like you understand how the head of a big sect behaves?"

Master Xiaofeng was not annoyed when he heard this, and nodded repeatedly: "That's right. How can a poor nun like you in the mountains be compared to a great leader like you? The news about the sword must be false." , I won’t bother you with my words.”

After saying this, Master Miejie's expression changed suddenly, and he reached out to grab Xiaofeng's wrist: "Xiaofeng, what did you say?"

Master Xiaofeng retracted and twisted her wrist, letting Miejie catch the opportunity. She shook her head with a smile and said, "You didn't say anything. A little nun like me is ignorant, what kind of incredible news can I hear?"

Miejie clenched his hands nervously and was about to speak when he suddenly said: "Mingjun, take your junior sisters and junior brothers out first."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he changed his words and said, "No, just take junior sister out, Gu Hong stays here."

The three female disciples did not dare to resist. They looked at Ye Guhong with jealousy or envy, got up and went out.

Master Xiaofeng said in surprise: "Ah, Fang Yanqing, for a master like you, the bowl of water you carry is too uneven."

Who didn't know that Miejie had other thoughts: the sword was originally lost in the hands of the senior brother. He didn't know how sad he was at the time. Even though he was reincarnated now, he should be informed.

He said: "I have my own reasons. Good Xiaofeng, sister, can you listen to me? As the head of Emei, my little sister, if I can't find this sword, I will not be able to see my master or ancestor even if I die." "

As he spoke, he grabbed Master Xiaofeng's sleeve and shook it repeatedly, revealing the look of a little daughter.

The two of them had been friends with each other since they were young. When they were young, Miejie acted without any sense and often got into trouble, so he acted like a coquettish girl and begged Xiaofeng to cover it up or make things right for her.

Seeing her look like this, Master Xiaofeng knew that she was admitting defeat, and knowing that her face was sour, she didn't care anymore. .
  At that moment, he said sternly: "Back then, your senior brother had a fight with the devil and died of illness on the way back. As a result, your sword fell into the hands of the government. The official saw that it was a precious sword, so he handed it over to the Tatar Emperor. Finally, he presented the sword to the Tatar Emperor , The Tatar Emperor has been very kind to King Ruyang recently and gave him the sword, so if you want to get the sword back, you can only go to the palace of King Ruyang to find it."

The more Miejie Master heard about it, the brighter her eyes became. That sword was an important weapon of the Emei Town Sect. She had been thinking about it every day since it was lost. Now that she heard the details of its whereabouts, she really wanted to spread her wings and fly to Ruyang Prince's Mansion to get the sword back.

At that moment, he held Master Xiaofeng's hands tightly and said sincerely: "Good sister, I have two things to do, and I want to ask your permission!"

She didn't call her nun or master's wife, she just called them sisters, but she wanted to use their old friendship as a bargaining chip.

How could Master Xiaofeng not know her plan? He rolled his eyelids and said something.

　Because there are still some old works that have not yet been completed, it has been really hard these days. Please forgive me, brothers.

　　The little brother’s plan is this:

　　When I started to recommend, I kept updating twice a day. After it was put on the shelves, I also updated four, five and more. I wrote it with sparks and lightning all the way, and I finished it in a few months.

　　Then I’ll get a time-travel writing pen from Tianlong or Xiaoao, redo Lu Zhishen’s drunken attack on the Three Kingdoms, and start trying to write the original work that I’ve been waiting for for a long time!

　　It is not easy for seedlings to survive in the new book stage, so I beg my brothers not to raise them. The whole reading data is more interesting, and I will help my brother to make more rounds of recommendations.

(End of this chapter)