Moonlight and wind

"Desperate Shan Tianxiang found a glowing treasure in a cave!" The storyteller picked up the large teacup, took a big gulp, spat some tea leaves into the cup, wiped his mouth, sat upright, and closed his eyes.

"What treasure?" "What treasure?" "Tell me now!" The audience was already impatient. A little boy beside the storyteller came into the crowd with a basket. People quickly took out a few copper coins from their pockets and threw them into the basket, and then waited eagerly for the storyteller.

The storyteller tilted his head, opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the copper coins in the basket in the child's hand, smiled, and opened his eyes.

"The treasure is carved with dragon scales all over. When you run your finger across the scales, they emit a faint fluorescence. The edges are engraved with complex runes. The texture is smooth and it exudes a faint fragrance. Ah! This is a dragon scale jade pendant!" The storyteller looked very proud, as if saying, "What do you think? You don't know anything about it, right? I know!"

"What happened next?" "What happened next? To know what happened next, please listen to the next chapter!" "Tsk! Boring!" "That's right! Everyone knows about the Xueyingtang's treasure!" "That's right! You dropped the topic after getting to the point. I'm afraid you didn't know about it?" The storyteller ignored him and left with the child.

"How many candied haws can you buy with this money?" the little boy asked, holding the storyteller's hand. "Enough for you to eat for a few days!" the storyteller said as he tore off the beard stuck under his nose, grimacing in pain.

"If the hall master finds out, I'll say that it was you who asked me to take you down the mountain!" "Just say it, my father won't beat me!" The little boy took off his melon-shaped hat, revealing two pigtails, and skipped to the stall selling candied haws.

"Young master, we have to go back after we finish shopping!" "Don't worry, Brother Ziyun!" The little boy looked back at Ziyun and continued to run forward, bumping into a group of people coming towards him.

"Let me see who bumped into me!"

I saw this man picking up the kid who was knocked to the ground with one hand and holding him in front of me. He had a big dark face, a grin, a mouth full of sesame-sized teeth, a playful plaster on his left temple, and he reeked of alcohol. He was as shabby as he could be!

He was a well-known ruffian in the town at the foot of the mountain. Because of his pockmarked face, people called him Pockmarked Peak. He did evil things in the town and everyone avoided him.

Unfortunately, today, the young master of Xueying Hall, Shan Zijing, the younger sister of Shan Zimo, ran into him. When Ma Zifeng saw that it was a child, he became even more arrogant.

"Can you take me to buy candied haws?" Shan Zijing, who was picked up, looked at Ma Zifeng and said, "I think you look like a candied haws! If you bump into me today, I will tear your head off if you don't have a hundred or eighty taels!"

Ma Zifeng bared his sesame-like teeth and said viciously, "Where do you live? Go and get my parents to come over!"

Shan Zijing flapped her short legs and tried to look back at Ziyun, who was standing behind her with his arms folded, not moving at all. "Brother Ziyun, give me money!" "I have no money! Give him the money you used to buy candied haws!" The two of them kept talking back and forth like they were bargaining in the vegetable market, which made Ma Zifeng very angry.

Ma Zifeng lifted Shan Zijing up with both hands and raised her above his head, his eyes bloodshot with anger, "I let two little brats fool me today! I will twist off your heads!" As soon as he finished speaking, the four followers behind Ma Zifeng rushed towards Ziyun. For a moment, the doors on the street were closed and no one was left.

Ziyun still stood there without moving. Seeing that the four strong men were about to pounce on him, Ziyun slightly bent his legs, a cloud of mist rose under his feet, and he jumped up, arriving in front of Mazifeng at an extremely fast speed. The four strong men behind him collided with each other and lay on the ground motionless.

"Don't come over here!" Seeing this scene, Ma Zifeng panicked, "If you take another step forward, I will throw this little kid out!"

"Okay! Throw her hard! It's better to throw her farther, so that I don't have to carry her on my back again!" Ma Zifeng was so angry that he was shaking all over. He gathered all his strength and threw Shan Zijing out.

Ziyun jumped up, caught Shan Zijing who was flying out, carried her on his back, and ran away at the speed of light, leaving behind Ma Zifeng who was furious.

"I didn't buy the candied haws, I have to come again tomorrow." Dan Zijing pouted as she was bouncing on his back. "Little ancestor, please forgive me, let your brother Ziyu come with you tomorrow! My right eyelid has been twitching today, and I feel like I'm going to get a beating today!"

As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the mountain gate at the foot of the mountain. They went down the mountain in disguise and came to the hunchbacked old man in charge of the horses. Ziyun changed into a plain brocade robe, and Shan Zijing also changed into a bright white Liuxian skirt. The two climbed up the mountain through the gaps in the fighting crowd.

"Brother Ziyun, let's have a competition! Let's see who can reach Xueji Palace first!" Before she finished speaking, Shan Zijing ran up the winding stone steps like a jumping little white rabbit.

At this time, the lights were just coming on, and the whole sect was shining brightly against the backdrop of the white snow.

"Haha! I'm first again!" Shan Zijing stood outside the door of Xueji Palace, looking at Ziyun who was still on the stone steps, with her hands on her hips, laughing.

Just when she was feeling proud, she was hit lightly on the head by a fist. Before Dan Zijing could even turn around, she was hugged by a pair of big hands and was held in the arms. "Naughty boy, where have you been naughty again?" The person who spoke seemed to be reproaching her.

"Dad!" Shan Zijing hugged the neck of a six-foot-tall burly man and called him affectionately. This man was the head of the Snow Shadow Hall, Shan Tianxiang, who was majestic and domineering.

Who would have thought that the mighty Wu Zun was actually a daughter slave! When Shan Zijing was a little younger, she was like a pendant on the body of the hall master Shan Tianxiang, who was carried wherever he went.

"Go to the Punishment Hall to get the beating!" Shan Tianxiang walked into the Xueji Hall holding his daughter, "Yes, Master!" Ziyun, who had lost all desire to live, was left outside the hall, sighing as he walked towards the Punishment Hall.

In the lobby, Shan Zimo and his second uncle Shan Tianao sat on either side. Both of them felt a little embarrassed, and Shan Tianao could only drink tea to cover it up.

Although Shan Zimo was still wearing a thin robe at this time, he was not as afraid of the cold as before. He sat there with a professional fake smile because he didn't know anyone!

Shan Boyu, the personal attendant behind him, was absent-minded the whole time. "Should I take the initiative to admit that I didn't take good care of the young master and caused him to fall and become stupid? Or should I wait for the hall masters to find out themselves and then I'll say I didn't know?" Shan Boyu was thinking in his mind that the punishment would be lighter in that case.

"Who are these two?" Shan Zimo's voice came from the front. Shan Boyu looked up and quickly leaned over to whisper, "This is your biological father, the Grand Master! The girl in his arms is the young master, your sister!"

Shan Boyu suddenly made up his mind that this matter must not be known to others, he wanted to help the young master recover his memory!

After listening, Shan Zimo stood up and shouted to Shan Tianxiang, "Dad!" The second uncle across from him shook the teacup in his hand, and pretended to be nothing and took a sip of tea. "Sit down!" Shan Tianxiang's tone was serious and deep, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Holding Shan Zijing in his arms, he sat down on the armchair in the middle of the hall. "Where did your daughter go to play today?" That voice was so loud that it almost reached the sky! "Good fellow! Zijing! A daughter slave!" Shan Zimo shook his head. "It seems that my son is not living a very comfortable life!"

"I'm late!" Someone came to the door again! Shan Zimo became nervous again, "Young Master, this is your third uncle, the Third Hall Master." Shan Boyu gave Shan Zimo the answer early.

The third hall master was wearing a long robe covered in mist and snow, embroidered with crane patterns; his face was like a piece of carefully carved warm jade, and his deep eyes contained the entire sea of ​​stars; his figure was upright, his steps were vigorous, he was a real handsome man, even Shan Zimo was stunned, he was too handsome!

Seeing the stunned young master, Shan Boyu poked his shoulder and said, "There is a saying among the people: Shan Tianxiang is majestic, Shan Tianao is elegant, and Shan Tianxiao is dignified. These are the three hall masters of our sect." Shan Boyu continued to explain to Shan Zimo.

"Third brother, when are you in such a hurry?" Shan Tianao put down his tea bowl and asked. "It's not a big deal, just a bit urgent." Shan Tianxiao sat next to the second hall master, "I just received news that the eldest young master of Longxiang Villa, He Lingxiao, passed by me and insisted on sparring with Zimo."

Shan Zimo, who was drinking tea nearby, was surprised, "Is my involvement involved in this?" "That's not a big deal. He and Zimo grew up together. They always have to see who's better when they meet. It's just a fight between children." Shan Tianxiang said while rubbing his daughter's hair.

"That's right, I'm in a hurry, I need to come and spar right away." "How urgent?" "I'm already at the gate at the foot of the mountain!"

"Ah?" Shan Zimo's heart sank. "It's over. It hasn't even been a day since I traveled here, and I'm going to be beaten back?"