Cherry Blossoms Upon a Wintry Sword

The eighth day, heavy snow.

Maid Fuhua carried a large bamboo basket in her hand. She was not tall, wearing a simple cotton dress, walking lightly on steep mountain roads.

At this time, the snow was gradually increasing, and there was a white cloud between the heavens and the earth, and the treetops were covered with thick snow. The mountain road is steep, and the steps of the floating flowers are not fast. It seems that the speed is hindered by the heavy snow. No.

There are no birds or beasts in the mountains, only the snoring of snowflakes. I do n’t know how long, the expressionless floating flower spit out a white mist, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, the steps under her feet could not help but a few steps, she walked around a tall crooked neck, a tall The gazebo caught sight.

The gazebo was built on a cliff and complemented the crooked pine trees on the side. The gazebo has two floors, surrounded by bamboo curtains. The bamboo curtains are plain at first glance, but they are hidden, no matter the wind. Snow can't blow it at all.

The floating flower came to the gazebo, and the smile on her face was stronger. She reached out and raised the bamboo curtain, her voice sweetly called: "Master ..." Just when the master just called out, she found that the gazebo was empty, her face The smile on the face suddenly froze, becoming annoyed and worried. He put the bamboo basket in his hand heavily on the ground, and then turned and walked towards the mountain behind him.

Floating flowers, struggling with strength, along the mountain road all the way up, finally on a large rock on the mountainside, saw the person he was looking for.

It was a young man in a snow-white fox fur. The young man looked away from the floating flower with his back, and seemed to be paying attention to what he was watching. He did n’t even know what he was after. He hit his black hair and used a yellow flower-shaped floating cloud to make it simple. Behind my head, a few strands of hair dangled to my ears and fluttered in the cold wind.

He didn't know how long he had stayed here. A thick layer of snow had accumulated on his head and shoulders, as if the next moment would be completely integrated into the cold mountain in front of him.

Fuhua frowned, and called softly, "Master."

The young man turned his head, revealing a face of Qingjun, thin lips and nose, and clear eyebrows, but those pairs of eyes should be black, but the color was a little lighter than ordinary people. At first glance, it would make people look hollow. Illusion of things. It had been frozen for a long time, and his lips had a faint purple. It was not annoying to look at it, but there was a kind of ink-like elegance, but this elegant, but it made him feel like he was about to disappear.

"Master !!!!" Seeing the man's appearance, Fuhua was annoyed, he didn't care much, and quickly stepped forward to complain. "How long have you been out, what a cold weather, what should I do if it freezes!"

The man was sitting on the stone, hearing his maid's reprimand, showing a somewhat guilty expression, quickly got up from the stone, patted the snowflakes on his body, and said warmly, "I have been in the pavilion for too long and I am short. , I figured it out and walked. "

"Master !!!!" The maid wanted to say a lot, but when she came to her mouth, she swallowed back, looking at the man, only complaining in a small voice, urging her young master to return to the gazebo soon. .

The young master responded, but didn't move his feet, blinking those pale eyes, innocently said: "Floating flowers, I found something interesting."

Floating Road: "What?"

Master said: "Come and see."

The floating flower pursed his lips and walked to the young master. He looked in the direction he pointed to, but he saw a small beige flower on the entire stone covered with snow, and it was in the cold wind. Trembling, fragile as if to be uprooted by the wind next moment.

"How can there be a flower," Fu Yun said, "It's midwinter ..."

"I'm also curious." The young master narrowed his eyes and smiled. "So I looked at it for a while, let's go back." He said, and gently stroked the tender petals of the little flowers with his hands. tender.

Seeing the master's movements, Fuhua frowned without any trace, but she didn't say anything, but quietly followed him, urging the master to return quickly.

The little yellow flower was still swaying in the cold wind until a sword gas that didn't know where it came from suddenly fluttered, chopped the little yellow flower to its roots and broke into fine dust in the wind.

The young master slowly walked back to the gazebo, opened the curtain, and felt a rush of heat. The middle of the gazebo was burned with a few pots of charcoal fire, which kept the inside of the pavilion dry and warm, but the smell of charcoal fire inside made The young man couldn't help bending down and coughing a few times, an abnormal flush was floating on the pale pale cheeks, and the maidservant floating flowers frowned again.

"Master." Fuhua busy. "I prepared you pear water for lungs. I asked Yu Rui to buy the pears yesterday. It's fresh. You should drink it while it's hot."

The master waved his hand: "Drink later." He settled down on the lounger, and put the white fox fur beside him, propped his chin in his hand, casually looking through the gap of the bamboo curtain, watching the snow scene outside. Although this bamboo curtain has seams, it is not air-permeable, as if something invisible separated the outside and the inside.

"Master." Floatingly whispered, "It's time for your meal." She bit her lower lip, her beautiful face revealing the woman's unique tenderness, "You haven't eaten for a day."

The master did not answer the question: "Will the sword begin?"

"It's started." Fuhua whispered, "Master Er said, if you want to see ..."

"Don't go," said the young master, "let's have a meal."

Fuhua hesitated happily, and quickly took out the food she brought with her from the bamboo basket, and placed it in front of the young master, she muttered: "The peach blossoms under the mountain are all open, and the old man selling candy gourds I haven't started, I still want to ask Yu Rui to buy two bunches for the young master. Isn't the young master the most favorite to eat his family's sugar gourd, and the white rice cake of the Chen family shop ... young master ... young master ... "she said However, it was found that the man in front of him no longer moved his hands, his head was slightly tilted, his breathing was gradually symmetrical, and his eyes closed.

The floating flower opened her mouth slightly, closed her lips, and did not wake the man, but sat quietly beside. The food in front was still exuding a strong aroma, and the charcoal basin in the room occasionally made a crisp crackling sound. She gazed at the person in front of her, as if a dull sigh escaped her chest, and she swallowed the sigh sighing, and in the end she exchanged for the almost overflowing pity.

Kunlun has jade, which is famous all over the world. However, more famous than Kunlun jade, it is the sword division of Lin surnamed on Kunlun Mountain.

Those who seek immortality, such as crossing the river, are the best, but Lin, the big surname on the Kunlun Mountain, can come out of that great sword repair, generation after generation, for thousands of years.

The master of floating flowers is the youngest son of the Lin family, who calls Lin Rufei. When Lin Rufei was born, the vision of heaven fell, the birds turned toward the phoenix, and the evening glow turned into a flaming flamingo, which orbited around Kunlun Mountain for a long time, until the night fell, and reluctantly dispersed.

Therefore, the Lin family also had high hopes for the younger son, named Ru Fei.

Fei, the king of jade, they hope that this child can shine like the most beautiful jade on Kunlun Mountain.

But things went against expectations.

At the age of three, Lin Rufei was determined by the ancestors of the Lin family to be unable to practice swords. He was weak or even inferior to ordinary people. He barely walked down until the age of two, and only called his first father and mother at the age of three. Such qualifications can only be described in terms of dullness.

Lin Rufei didn't sleep too much. He tilted his head and drooped heavily, waking up from a shallow dream. In his sleepy eyes, he saw his maid, Fuhua, half-kneeling on the cushion in front of the table, staring blankly at the still hot food, Lin Rufei shook her head, and made herself awake from the cricket. Pick up the chopsticks lazily, and continue to eat.

The floating flower also returned to her spirits, and her face was happy.

The food is exquisite. Every dish is eaten by Lin Rufei, but he carelessly seems to have been wandering.

Fuhua asked, "What is the young master thinking?"

Lin Rufei said: "The peach blossoms under the mountain are blooming, are the monkeys still alive?"

Fuhua Wen said, "Of course it is. Does the master want to see peach blossoms?"

Lin Rufei was discouraged: "Then don't watch it."

Fuhua said: "If the young master is unhappy, I will go down the mountain to drive away the monkeys."

Lin Rufei shook her head and said nothing.

The climate at the foot of the mountain is different. At this time, the mountain is in the middle of spring, and everything is recovering. Near Kunlun, there is a lush peach forest. At this moment, the peach blossoms are gorgeous and many people will come to watch. It's just that there are a lot of nasty monkeys in this peach forest, and they often disturb pedestrians. However, this group of monkeys is also very eye-catching. When they are not easy to deal with, they never start. Instead, they often bully scholars and girls who have no control over chickens.

"You go." What did Fuhua want to say? Lin Rufei waved her hand and motioned to her maid to leave. "I'm tired."

"Master, let's go down the mountain." Fuhua begged. "This mountain is so cold and your body is weak. If something really freezes, Master II must not unscrew my head."

Lin Rufei laughed: "It's all right, I will stop."

Fuhua advised: "If you don't like to stay in the mountains, let's go around and relax."

Lin Rufei was not moved, but closed his eyes and signaled that he was about to sleep. Seeing the tearful eyes in her eyes, Fuhua said a little later after she was aggrieved, "That floating flower is really gone."

"Go and go, be careful." Lin Rufei said, "Bring me a book next time. It's almost finished here."

The floating flower hummed, and reluctantly got up and left the gazebo.

Lin Rufei closed her eyes as if she was asleep, until the figure of floating flowers disappeared in the snow, and he reopened her eyes. There was a trace of sleepiness in those eyes, which was clearly full of slyness.

Lin Rufei picked up the fox fur next to him and put it on his body. He didn't even wear his shoes, so he ran all the way to the mountainside, but when he got to the place, he didn't see what he wanted to see.

"Hey, where's the little flower?" Lin Rufei covered her mouth and coughed a few times, "Isn't it just here ..." His eyes roamed the big stone for a long time, but he couldn't find the yellow flower he just found. It's strange, my shoulder was patted lightly.

Turning his head, he actually saw a man wearing a Tsing Yi and slanting a long sword looking at himself tenderly.

Lin Rufei's expression froze. After a long time, he called like a mosquito: "... brother." This man is his second brother, Lin Fanyu.

Lin Bianyu asked, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Rufei said, "... just look at it."

"How long do you have to stay in the mountains?" The man asked again.

Lin Rufei felt itching in his throat for a while. He knew the situation was not good, and wanted to cover his mouth with his hands and press it down, but his body shook violently.

Lin Bianyu sighed at the sight: "If you want to cough, cough, I can still blame you for not being successful."

Lin Rufei smiled bitterly, his hands loosened, he coughed out of breath, and almost lost his breath.

"The scenery under the mountain is good, and the peach blossoms are blooming." When Lin Rufei calmed down, Lin Bianyu said, "Let's go and see, the mountain is cold, and you should not stay long."

Lin Rufei also knew in his heart that he was for his own good, and nodded.

The man is not an easy-to-fool character. He slightly raised his chin and motioned to Lin Rufei to pack things, which would take him down the mountain.

Lin Rufei reluctantly walked towards the gazebo slowly, and without urging the man, he followed him slowly.

There was nothing to pack in the gazebo. Lin Rufei looked left and right, and finally took only one volume of Mountain River Records, which I had read half of last night.

Lin Bianyu looked at the book in his hand and asked him how much he had read.

"Looked at most of them." Lin Rufei asked with a smile, "The second brother went to the mountain calendar that year, but they all went to the place written in the book?"

"Most went," Lin Bianyu said flatly. "Nothing."

Lin Rufei just laughed and didn't speak.

Seeing Lin Rufei collect good things, Lin Fanyu held out his hand and embraced Lin Rufei into his arms. Lin Rufei was about to protest, Lin Fanyu glanced at him: "You want the floating flowers to hug you Go down? "

Lin Rufei spoke linguistically, as if held by a girl down the mountain, and there was no better place to go.

"I'm your brother." Lin Zanyu's voice was as cold as ice. "Who dares to gossip? I cut his tongue."

When Lin Rufei heard his words, he had to stop talking and let Lin Fanyu go—he knew that Lin Fanyu was not talking hard words.

At that time, due to his qualifications, some rumors also appeared on Kunlun Mountain. Lin Fanyu, who returned from the parade, found all the people who chewed the tongue. One by one, they were defeated. They used the sword of Tianxiao. Cut their tongues one by one. Since then, no one in the Kunlun Mountains dare to say that Lin Rufei is not, even if he is a waste that cannot even mention the sword.

Lin Zhanyu hugged Lin Rufei out of the gazebo, with her toes a little, rising into the air, she went down the mountain all the way.

The snow and wind in the air are all separated by the sharp sword air. Lin Rufei half-closed his eyes, long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the pale skin, and the ice and snow in his nose gradually melted away, waiting to open again At the moment, there was already a spring scene of flowers and greenery around.