Looking Through the Mirror

"Your instrument... is interesting."

"It's Guqin." The young man paused while pouring tea, and looked up at the uninvited visitor in black, with a hint of hidden search in his eyes, "Sir, are you interested?"

The latter did not answer immediately, but played with the cup in his hand, as if tasting something.The small porcelain cup is not painted with the three friends of Sui Han like ordinary people. There are only thin lines on the light blue cup wall, like spring ice cracked on the lake.

"People in Yancheng don't do such arty things." Emperor Qitian said, and took a sip from the teacup to his lips.The tea tastes slightly bitter, but when it returns to sweetness, it makes people's teeth and cheeks fragrant. "Good tea." He praised.

Before tonight, he never drank tea.

"Sir, it's absurd. The humble house is simple, and we can only serve guests with tea. Please forgive me if there is anything wrong."

The boy's demeanor is very calm, like a piece of ancient jade, calm and gentle, but it doesn't match his youthful face.Or in other words, this appearance is not quite commensurate with the vastness of the entire sky.

He is too young.It is unbelievable that the young man is the owner of this house.Compared with him, Tianbo Haomiao is like an octogenarian old man, hobbling with a bamboo stick.

Emperor Qitian put down his teacup, and tapped the edge of the wooden table lightly with his slender fingers, making a rattling sound.The fragrant sandalwood came from the copper stove, and the light smoke rose up, and was quickly blown away by the wind that squeezed into the room through the crack of the door.

The snow in Fengyun Mountain fell tirelessly, and the flickering palace lanterns under the eaves outside the door were flickering on and off.

"Then why not... just play a song for me." He said, looking at the boy's hand hidden in the wide sleeve robe with only a small fingertip exposed.

Those were a pair of well-maintained hands, not even a single scar could be seen.The ten fingers are slender and strong, with well-defined joints.

He looked at the young man's fingers moving on the strings, and suddenly wondered what it would look like when he lifted the sword with both hands.

"Passing through the vastness of the sky, go down the mountain to reach the Dao Realm. The distance is not far, but it's just that the misfortune is that the mountain is covered by heavy snow these days, so I'm afraid we'll have to stay here for a few days."

"Oh? Aren't you curious about my purpose here?"

"Visiting relatives? Visiting friends? Mister's purpose has nothing to do with Cang."

"Your name is Cang?"

"Exactly. Cang Cang Yunsong."

"It's quite appropriate."

"It's late at night, sir, rest."

The door was pushed open and closed, and the rushing cold air blew out the dancing candles on the table.There seemed to be the sound of a weapon being unsheathed in the darkness, but it was quickly covered up by the howling wind.The figure on the wall wiped something lightly, and the cold light flashed for a moment, revealing a thin layer of callus on his tiger's mouth and then returning to darkness.

Outside the house, the cold moon in the sky sprinkled a clear light, reflecting the snow in front of the door dazzlingly bright.

Late at night.

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