Little One True Story

Master is always lamenting that he should not teach me martial arts.He told me to hide my clumsiness, even in front of my senior sister, what he said to Feng Sheng was the same reason, I thought he was afraid that my senior sister would find out that he was partial to hiding things.

Senior sister is one year older than me, and was sent up by a fairy-like old man when I was seven years old.She is a poor person, she was originally born in a wealthy family and lived the life of a rich lady, but suddenly one day her parents were killed by thieves, the old Taoist rescued her, but she was unable to teach her martial arts, so she was sent to my master .She was supposed to call me Senior Sister, but she didn't want to, and Master let her.

The senior sister looks down on me because of my wild nature.

But how do you make a person who grew up in the mountains and forests behave like a lady from a big family, with elegant manners.

The senior sister went down the mountain on the snowy night when she was 16 years old. I stayed in the cold mountain forest for several hours before I caught some game and planned to make a big dinner to celebrate her birthday.The master didn't show up, and the senior sister's eyes were red, as if she had cried a lot. She grabbed a pheasant and threw it on me vigorously.The snow stains on the jacket were not dry, and now some oil stains have been added.Senior sister is very bad to me, but she is my only playmate on Wuming Mountain.Looking at her leaving figure, I could only say in a low voice, I wish you happiness.

When Master came out of the house, my hair and collar were covered with snowflakes, and I was so cold that I couldn't feel it.People who practice martial arts should not be afraid of the cold, but I still feel that the cold is severe.Regarding the departure of the senior sister, the master did not mention a word.Later, he became stricter with me, and he no longer allowed me to slack off a bit in martial arts training as before.

The people in Siwen Pavilion really recited poems all day long, or recruited a few [-]-year-old girls to pour out their red teeth and sing in a low voice. No wonder when Mo Wu talked about them, there was a bit of disgust in his tone.I didn't understand the meaning of Siwenge's existence at first, but when I read the impassioned proclamations in the book, I suddenly understood something.Apart from occupying a place among martial arts figures, Mo Ge also had to rely on the power of those literati, either to sing praises of peace, or to loudly scold for them what they thought was a clown.

Feng Sheng doesn't let me show my true abilities, so I can only hide in the Siwen Pavilion, listening to the bragging of those literati, or go out to drink with Mo Wu, and get drunk.

Senior Sister is at the Tianji Gate under the Mo Pavilion, where not just casual people can enter, not even those who belong to the Mo Pavilion.As the deputy pavilion master, Mo Wu naturally has the right to bring me there, but I mentioned it to her once, and she just smiled.But after getting acquainted with Mo Wu, I am much more free than others. Except for the Tianji Gate, I can freely go in and out of other places.That Siyin Pavilion is a place of soft fragrance and gentle jade, how could I miss it.

One side walks, the other side walks, are there any beauties at the bottom?

Walk over there, walk while you walk, hold your slender hands tightly.

When the pavilion master's order came, I was singing with my sisters and sisters, and imitating them from time to time, fiddling with my waist and limbs.I don't know if the person who came was in a hurry or what, he didn't recognize me, I mixed with Si Yinge's sisters, and was carried to a mansion by several small sedan chairs.

It is inevitable to have fun with wine.The disciples of Siyinge are also like ordinary brothels, some sell their singing voice and piano skills, while others sell their appearance or soul.They obeyed the pavilion master's order, and there was no trace of bitterness on their faces.Before getting on the sedan chair, they asked me to leave, but looking at their smiling faces, I suddenly felt a little bit sad, and I didn't want to leave just like that.

Those well-dressed martial arts knights may have beautiful wives and concubines at home, but when they have fun with friends, they want to drink and want women.I heard that before some people kill someone, they must find a woman who is good enough to match them, and turn the clouds and rains upside down.What they want most is the kind of noble and dissolute woman.

When they arrived at the place where those people were having a banquet, the sisters slid into the arms of those people one after another, speaking softly and persuading them softly while holding a wine glass. I stood in the middle, looking extremely abrupt.Looking back, a corner of the blue curtain was blown up by the wind, and it only took me a moment to go out.

"New here? Very pretty. In the arms of the master."

"The Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion has always known people."

……

Either with drunken teasing, or with a hint of playful shouting in the clear, I lowered my head and looked at the ground, unable to move forward or take a step back.There are disciples of Mo Ge here, not referring to the group of people in Si Yinge, but the faces that I am familiar with but seem unfamiliar.

I could just stand there ignoring all the eyes around me, but those men couldn't wait.A disgusting face broke into my eyes, and I felt a little terrified, trying to avoid the fat and dirty hand, but in the end my steps stopped abruptly.

That hand did not fall on my shoulder as expected.

"It turns out that it's Miss Feng. She's disrespectful, disrespectful and disrespectful." The man said angrily, but those eyes were still looking at me.

"This is mine." Feng Sheng took me to her seat, leaned into my ear and asked, "Why did you come to this kind of place? Did you go to Siyin Pavilion when you entered Mo Pavilion? ?”

Feng Sheng's tone was very dissatisfied, I could hear it.I shook my head and whispered, "No."

"Then you—" Feng Sheng just opened her mouth, but her words were interrupted.

The person who had been sitting on the sidelines silently watching the play stood up, she curled her lips and asked disdainfully: "When did my people from Mo Ge become your Feng Sheng's?"

I really want my senior sister to speak for me, but it will definitely not be at this moment.

Is it because I want to see me make a fool of myself under those men, but because Feng Sheng hinders me, I feel unwilling and complain?Why did you stand up and make things difficult for me when Feng Sheng made a rescue for me?She always knew how to bring me down, how to make one of my hearts go cold.

A smile curled up on Feng Sheng's lips, a bit cold in contempt.She just drank a glass of wine, and while I was still immersed in my own world, her lips were stained.

The cold wine dripped down my neck, slightly cold.

With a bang, the senior sister crushed the wine glass in her hand.