That Person In That River and Lake

  Chapter 121 Winter goes to spring, the great practitioner leaves Beijing

  There was a heavy snowfall in the northwest, and the whole world was set against a vast expanse of whiteness. The scenery is so spectacular. The snowflakes swirled in the biting cold wind, falling and floating again.

  Walking on the snow, the wind, the snow howling, people can't even open their eyes, let alone advance in the snow. This menacing heavy snow lasted for two days and two nights. When the weather improved, the snow on the ground had reached the depth of the calf. The horse moved forward with great difficulty.

   A group of people, a few carriages, and a few tall horses moved forward slowly, but the snow was too heavy.

  Gu Qingci was also one of these pedestrians. After entering Shanhaiguan, he met a caravan and happened to pass by Biyang Mansion in Jizhou, which was also Gu Qingci's destination. The caravan also traveled extensively, for the convenience of others and themselves, so they agreed to take Gu Qingci with them.

  The people in this caravan, after all, have been walking all year round and know the way, which saved Gu Qingci from taking a lot of wrong roads.

   All the way to the south.

  The snow slowly melted, revealing the original traces.

  Gu Qingci lived a leisurely life. He searched for plum blossoms, saw wild geese returning south, and walked past a few statues of turbid wine. Who still remembers that there were plum blossoms hidden in the snow when his temples were graying.

  Winter goes to spring, flowers wither and people get drunk.

  First pass the eighteen valleys of Nanshan Mountain, where the valleys are verdant.

  Stepping on the broken bluestones to the valley mouth, walking down the stream, and staying in several farmhouses. Under the shadow of the moon, there was a light, that is, the men in the village came out to roar Qin Opera, and the two strings of the erhu were heavily pressed and lightly played. Gu Qingci slapped the table, "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying..." Learning the dialect is quite fluent.

   I don't remember how long I came here, but when I came to the foot of a big mountain, I could faintly see the four words "Famous Sword Villa" on the stone tablet.

  Mingjian Villa has only broken walls and ruins, and the garden on the forest is nowhere to be seen. The traveler bears his head on his head, and walks in the loess with a long roar. Although there are no lush forests and bamboos, he can still pass the old walls inadvertently. It seems that the ancient road where the grass and trees are rustling. over martial arts.

   I heard from the caravan that this place was the famous Sword Villa a hundred years ago, but then it was bloodbathed overnight for some unknown reason, and since then, no one has lived there. Gu Qingci sighed and didn't say anything. He also did the extermination of the clan.

  ...

  Chang’an City is a city that never sleeps. The city’s lights illuminate the flat bluestone road like daytime. There are many people walking on the street, or they stop at the stalls to buy things, and the man and woman who are staring at the sky should be a pair of lovers.

  Only in the city, the place close to the imperial city is relatively quiet. Under the rows of towering trees are quiet streets and alleys. They are not very luxurious, but they are all patchwork and unique.

  In the middle of the street, there is a mansion, with two large stone lions standing beside the steps, the gate is closed tightly, the copper ring is silent, and under the eaves of the door, there is a black plaque - Ma Mansion!

  At this time, it was meal time, and Ma Dongyang, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, and his wife were eating and served by a few maids.

  Ma Dongyang's complexion was not very good. After taking two bites, he suddenly slapped his chopsticks, looked at Mrs. Ma, and said, "What is that scoundrel doing these two days?"

   Madam Ma sighed, and said: "Master, Bai'er is grown up and has his own ideas, so don't make too much demands on him, just let him go!"

"Hmph," Ma Dongyang snorted coldly, and said, "I've tried my best for him, and finally sent him to the Hanlin Academy, but today I heard from Master Chen of the Imperial Academy that he hadn't seen him for ten days. What does he want to do?"

   "Master!" Madam Ma complained, "It's not that you don't know Bai'er, so let him calm down for a while, he won't want to meet you for a while."

  At this moment, a servant came in and whispered something in Ma Dongyang's ear. Ma Dongyang changed his expression, looked at Mrs. Ma, and said, "Madam, I have business for my husband, so I won't accompany you for dinner."

   "Business is important," Mrs. Ma nodded virtuously, and said, "Master, you can go and do your work, you don't need to accompany me."

  Cross the courtyard, come to the inside and outside of the study, push the door and enter.

   "Master!"

There was a thin old man in the room, holding a bamboo hat in his hand, wearing an old blouse with ripped marks on the shoulders and sleeves, a lot of sawdust on his body, and a hatchet hanging on his waist. It is dilapidated, and when the palm is opened, it is full of calluses.

  Ma Dongyang nodded, walked to the desk and sat down, said: "Old Yang, you are chopping firewood again, if you have time to spare, why not spend more time with your grandson."

  "Master", Lao Yang smiled kindly on his zombie face, and said, "My grandson likes to sit next to me and watch me chop wood, and I chop wood every day."

"Alas..." Ma Dongyang shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "I think we used to chop wood together at the beginning, but in a blink of an eye, your grandson can chop wood with you, old, we are all old! "

Old Yang smiled honestly, and said: "I think you are not lamenting that you are old, but you want to have a grandson. I remember that the young master and Miss Lin have been engaged since they were young. Now it is almost the same, and they can get married. When the time comes, Master, you can hold your grandson!"

  Ma Dongyang smiled and said: "Don't talk about this evil boy, let's talk about business. You came to me at such a late night, what's the matter over there?"

Lao Yang, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly withdrew his sword and smiled, a strange color flashed in his turbid eyes, he was silent for a while, and said: "The news came from the Palace of Seven Kills, saying that their assassination mission failed, they made a mistake in judgment, and lost one The qi-covering martial artist has already returned half of the reward!"

  Ma Dongyang's expression changed slightly, and he said: "Is that Gu Qingci so strong? He is indeed a man of no vain under his reputation. No wonder he can make such great achievements at a young age. It's just a pity... Otherwise, he is really a pillar of the country!"

  Lao Yang blinked and said, "Then, master, what shall we do now?"

   Ma Dongyang said indifferently: "Let's do it once and for all, increase the reward, let the Seven Killing Hall send two great practitioners, and besides...Old Yang, you haven't moved for many years, can you still fight!"

Lao Yang smiled slightly, held the hatchet with his nails full of black mud, pulled the skirt of his clothes, and stood up slowly. Suddenly, there was a feeling of coming from the wind and rain, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Yang Bo, thirty years ago, a hatchet traveled three thousand miles. Now thirty years have passed, but the hatchet has not rusted!"

  That night, outside Chang’an City, there was a slum, where a thin but tall old man walked out, with a hatchet on his waist and a pair of old cloth shoes, and slowly disappeared into the night.

   This walk revealed a legend that had disappeared for thirty years.

Thirty years ago, there was a master with a hatchet who streaked across the night sky like a shooting star, fleeting, but in that short period of time, he became famous, the world's number one wind medium, and the wind filled the building. On the list, a name appeared at the same time——Yang Bo!

   People call it Broken Swordsman!

  The strongest record, tied the world walk of the Canglan Sword Sect of the Seven Sects and Eight Sects, a great practitioner of the second realm of innateness!

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  (end of this chapter)