The rivers and lakes ask the heart but not the way

Seventeenth Young Master took out the letter from his pocket and looked at it carefully.

I remember that Lao San showed him a stack of white paper before he died, saying that it was the authentic work of "that person", and Lao San lost his life just to steal this stack of paper.The chic and thin handwriting is particularly eye-catching on the blood-stained white paper, and the Seventeenth Young Master still remembers it fresh.So he can conclude that the letter in his hand is the authentic work of "that person".

He turned the brocade book in his hand to look at it horizontally, vertically, frontally, and backwardly... for fear of missing any details.

Yunjin feels as slippery as pebbles at the bottom of the water, and as light as the breeze passing through your fingertips.It has obviously been carefully preserved, and its color is as bright and brilliant as it was hundreds of years ago, like the clouds in the sky.The texture of the silk thread was barely visible, which reminded the Seventeenth Young Master of the word "seamless".

In the world, seventeen people were looking for it.

Although I found it first, I still couldn't solve this enigmatic sentence.

"The rivers and lakes ask the heart but not the way"-what does it mean?

He only heard that "the rivers and lakes ask for directions but not their hearts", which is: the rivers and lakes are sinister, and people's hearts are unpredictable.Now turn it upside down and "ask your heart but not the way", does it mean: do things with your heart, regardless of right or wrong?From this point of view, it is also in line with the temper of "that person".

It's just that things are never that simple.There is a secret hidden in this letter, and only by penetrating it can one find a belonging of "that person".

He originally thought that this letter would be a nautical chart, or a hexagram, or an acrostic poem... who knew it was only one sentence.

This sentence, saying it is tantamount to not saying it.

He once read the letter under the sun through the light, and under the moonlight from different angles. He once immersed it in water to read it, and once heated it with a candle... In short, what works is not usable. He has used all the methods, but he still hasn't found any valuable clues.

Where should he go next?

He put the brocade book in his arms rather distressedly, and opened the window to let in some air.

There are several gorgeous peach blossoms planted in the atrium of the inn, against the setting sun, the beauty is a little melancholy.

A gust of wind blows, and the pink scents the past.

He thought of Hong Gu again.

Aunt Hong's stage name is Xiao Taohong, she is a famous prostitute in Qinhuai River, she can play the pipa well, and Young Master Shiqi is her frequent visitor, often going to the building to look for her.If Aunt Hong happened to have a guest, he wouldn't be annoyed, he would take a leisurely drink or two downstairs and listen to a few ditties. Downstairs smiled at her, or blinked her eyes. At this time, Honggu would always pretend to be indifferent, dawdling, and then came down with a small waist to accompany the drink.He likes the energy in her.

When he came to her when he was happy, she would not pretend to be happy to accompany him like other girls; when he came to her when he was unhappy, she would not come to persuade him like other girls.She never asked him the reason, nor the result, let alone why.

Several times when he entered Honggu's room, he didn't say a word, and got himself completely drunk. Honggu just accompanied him silently and poured wine for him. When he suddenly hugged her roughly, she kissed him very tenderly.

He thought he would keep going to her for the rest of his life until that happened.

"This is the money I've saved over the past few years." Hong Gu threw a small bundle on the table, and the money in it shattered, "As long as you say a word, I will redeem myself and go with you."

Since then, Seventeenth Young Master never looked for her again.

Another gust of wind blows off the petals in the atrium, and the little pink flower in memory is fragrant tonight.

Tonight, he especially wanted to go out for a drink.

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In the inn at dusk, Wu Shuang carefully wiped the dragon and tiger sword in his hand.

He is familiar with every dark pattern of the sword body, and every inch of toughness of the sword body.

When the sword still belonged to his master, the master wiped it like this every day.Every time the master wiped the sword, he always had to touch it for a long time, as if he had fallen into a deep past, and he didn't even notice it when he came in. Usually, in this case, he would wait for a long time, long enough that he felt the need to After calling him, the master will look up at him as if he just woke up from a dream.

Now that I think about it, the master passed the sword to me early on, was it because he valued me very much, or because he couldn't bear to see it again?

Wu Shuangzi wiped it repeatedly until the sword glowed with a dark golden luster. Unknowingly, he rubbed the tassel of jade at the end of the sword, and he felt lost in his heart.

He felt that he had always been lonely; when he was with Gong Yunshang, he was even lonelier.Sometimes he wanted to tell her something from his heart, but the little girl only looked at him with innocent and admiring eyes, and listened half-understanding, let alone answering the words; sometimes Gong Yunshang would be very excited to talk to him. Talk about some things that she finds interesting, but he listens childishly and trivially, and even loses focus for a while. At this time, Gong Yunshang will ask him coquettishly: "Brother Quan, Brother Quan! Are you listening?"

The person is there, but the heart is not.

There was a big place in his heart that she couldn't fill.

He has seen this kind of loneliness on the face of his master many times. The master always hides from his wife, standing with his hands behind his back in front of the mottled bamboo, as lonely as if he had never been complete.

So, is everyone like this?Everyone is born lonely, and then die lonely?

Life may be helpless, so what is he asking for extravagantly?Beauties, famous swords, number one in the world... Isn't he possessing everything that many people at his age would never even dare to think about?

However, his life, which he could see at a glance, was like a black bag, binding him tighter and tighter, making him unable to breathe.

Master adopted him, and he had nothing to repay, but he had to work hard to meet Master's expectations.He has practiced very hard since he was a child. He practiced for a day during the day, and at night his juniors and juniors were asleep, but he secretly got up in the middle of the night and continued to practice. He was determined to be the best one, ten times but not a hundred times. , a hundred times not a thousand times!Usually, when the master sees him on patrol at night, he will nod in relief, and then privately teach him some kung fu that is only taught to him.Several times, he fainted on the muddy floor alone in the middle of the night, and he was only woken up the next morning when someone fetched water.

Now, the master intends to pass on the headship to him, and he can completely see his life in the next ten, 20, or even 50 years: getting married, having children, carrying forward the Qingcheng faction, and continuing to train his successors... ...He walked step by step on the established path, which is the same path that all the heads have walked for thousands of years.It's just that he walked more lonely.Thinking of this, he felt a little scary, but also really sad.

Seemingly having everything, but actually having nothing.

Just like the sword in my hand, lonely and heavy.

He hesitated for a moment, but took the ear of jade off.

It happened that Tie Guanzi came in and saw it, and said anxiously: "How did you get the things that my junior sister gave me!" He always spoke straightforwardly, and he was very courageous when he was excited.

Wu Shuangzi was familiar with his temper, and explained: "It is inconvenient to use the sword. I am used to the weight of the sword body, and suddenly there is something extra, so it is not easy to move."

"It's fine if you get used to it." Tie Guanzi was a stunned young man who refused to let go, and continued to complain for the little junior sister. "Since I have taken things from others, how can I take them off! It shouldn't be accepted!"

A few words made Wu Shuangzi even more upset.He put down his sword and went out the door.

Tonight, he especially wanted to go out for a drink.