Sudden HE with the villain

After returning to the mountain, several people began to put up couplets with great interest.

Gu Xiyue held a bunch of brightly lit fireworks in one hand, and a half-bitten sesame cake in the other, and corrected her with a stutter, "Sister, turn to the left, no, it's over, okay, right .”

Qingping took a few steps back, and there were two couplets stuck squarely beside the door.

The red paper is festive, and the black characters are square. The first couplet reads "Knead spring for wine", and the second writes "Jianxue writes poetry".

The snowy mountain hut, which has always been lonely, also adds a bit of joy because of this warm red.

When it was time to make dumplings, when Qingping was chopping up the meat and preparing to season it, Jiang Bujing suddenly jumped in and said very seriously: "You are not soulful enough."

Qingping was puzzled, "Why?"

Jiang Bujing picked up a pinch of salt, put his hand high in the air, imitating the madness of the god of heaven spreading fresh snow, and threw the salt down, and shouted: "Inject the soul!"

Salt shallowly covered the stove, few grains fell into the bowl with meat stuffing.

Jiang Bujing happily showed off, "Once upon a time when I was traveling around the world, I met a Western chef in Yunzhou. He said that the popular way of sprinkling salt in their country is just like this, and it is just like the finishing touch, which makes the dishes more delicious. Fresh and delicious."

Qingping sighed: "I want to come to that country to have rich salt production." Only then can it stand such a waste.

She glanced at the grains of salt on the stove, feeling rather distressed, "Master, go play fireworks with your junior sister, leave it to me here."

Jiang Bujing had had enough fun, clapped his hands, and said softly, "Okay, I'm hungry, apprentice, hurry up and cook."

After finishing speaking, he ran over to grab the fireworks with Gu Xiyue.

Qing Ping looked at them sideways, thinking that she seemed to have raised two children, and she didn't worry at all, but even so, the corners of her lips were slowly raised.

After eating the dumplings, the sky also darkened, and the three of them sat in front of the stove to warm up together.

Gu Xiyue glanced at Jiang Bujing, and said crisply: "I wish Master a blessing like the East China Sea, and a longer life than Nanshan."

Jiang Bujing was stunned for a moment, patted her head, and said with a smile, "Good boy."

Gu Xiyue didn't give up, looked at Qingping again, and said bluntly, "I wish my senior sister every year a happy life, and every year a bright future."

Qingping nodded, "Thank you."

She thought that there was no need for it every year and today, it would be too expensive, but the kindness of the junior sister was essential.

Gu Xiyue looked left and right, stomped at the indifferent two people, and finally realized that her school did not have an excellent tradition of giving out red envelopes.

Suddenly there was a crackling explosion.

The people at the foot of the mountain began to set off fireworks one after another.

Across the mountains, they only saw a little skylight that suddenly lit up in the night sky, bright and dark, dark and bright again.

Gu Xiyue raised her small head, as if she saw the bright fireworks, and sighed: "It's so beautiful!"

There was also a little smile in Qingping's eyes.

In the past years, she and Jiang Bujing have never paid attention to such a worldly scenery. They are both born swordsmen, indifferent and unfeeling, until this child with sparkling eyes came to the snow mountain.

The days to come will probably be different, Qingping thought.

"Master, can I make a wish?" Gu Xiyue turned her head away.

Jiang Bujing was in the right mood, took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "Yes, yes."

Gu Xiyue looked at her, "Can I practice martial arts with Master?"

Jiang Bujing didn't speak, and took another sip of wine, the translucent wine flowed down his chin into his lapel, blurring a dark color.

"I want to practice martial arts well! I will avenge my family in the future!" Gu Xiyue clenched her fists tightly, her eyes were like lights, and her expression was determined.

"Okay." Jiang Bujing hung the wine gourd on his waist, clasped his hands, and rarely showed seriousness, "You follow me."

Walking to the back room, Jiang Bujing took out a sword case from under the bed. The sword case was dark and engraved with ancient patterns.

Open the sword box with only one finger, and a beam of white light leaked out, like a golden crow rising, illuminating the gloomy cabin.

This is the first time Qingping has seen Jinghong Sword.

Gu Xiyue covered her mouth in surprise, all attracted by the cold light of the sword.

Jiang Bujing flicked the long sword, the blade trembled and buzzed, like the sound of a dragon coming from the sky, it shook people's liver and gallbladder to pieces.

A glint of light flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "This is my master's old saber, it's called scaring birds."

The strong wind blew up and squeezed in through the window, Qingping seemed to be blown into his lungs by the wind, coughing heavily, frightened Gu Xiyue hurriedly asked: "Senior Sister, are you okay?"

Qingping waved his hand.

Isn't it just to scare the birds?

But as far as Wushuang Sword is concerned, this name is too insulting.

If the sword had a spirit, I don't know if it would jump up and stab its master to death.

Jiang Bujing glanced at Qingping thoughtfully, and then said: "Don't get too excited, I'm just showing you, this sword will not be passed on to you."

Gu Xiyue couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

"Ahem, I mean, our master is very powerful," Jiang Bujing gestured with Jinghong a few times, and the sound of breaking through the sky was like wind sweeping the forest, "At least, with this sword, chopping firewood is easy. convenient."

The child quit, "Master! My martial arts is not for chopping firewood!"

Qingping clasped his fists and asked solemnly: "Master, what's the name of our sect?"

Jiang Bujing also sat upright, put his sword across his knees, and replied: "Name, nameless."

The long night is dim, the moonlight melts, and the sword light and the moonlight leaking into the house complement each other.

In front of the wooden table, a lamp was like a bean, and the woman's face became more and more unpredictable under the lamp.

"Zhao Keman and Huying, Wu hooks are bright with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like shooting stars." She waved her hand, the wind of the sword rose, and the lights suddenly went out. Take off your clothes and hide your body and name deeply."

"Since ancient times, there have been many turmoil in the world, but those who can be called heroes are mostly unknown people."

Jiang Bujing stood up, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and said in a loud voice: "A hundred years ago, the monks from the Western Regions bloodbathed the martial arts forests of the Central Plains, the Shaolin temples in ancient temples, blood flowed into rivers, and the sweeping monks burned wood as knives, smashing Jiuluoluo."

"Ten years later, Jiexue Kungfu first appeared in the martial arts world, and Shi Mingfang's magic kung fu first became successful. He single-handedly picked a famous family in the world, and was defeated by an unknown swordsman on the top of Mount Hua."

"Fifty years ago, the Shuiyue Palace was born, and the skill of dispelling blood and demons reappeared, and there was a bloody storm again. The owner of the palace, Cang Zhi, wanted to dominate the world, and sent out challenge posts. There is no one in the world. At this time of crisis, there are two women. Flying to, the two swords break the blood."

"In the next few decades, in the world of martial arts, wolves fought against tigers, and no one was a hero anymore."

Gu Xiyue's heart was surging, and she couldn't help asking: "Are all those powerful swordsmen from our sect?"

Jiang Bujing was silent for a moment, then said with a sarcastic smile, "Apprentice, it's not good to be so serious."

Gu Xiyue was taken aback for a moment, realizing that this person had been talking about an unknown hero for a long time, but in the end he had no connection with his teacher.

So if they are nameless, they don't bother to leave their names; they are nameless, so they don't deserve to leave their names.

It's a really sad story.

"But I still prepared gifts for you!" Jiang Bujing walked to the wooden box next to the bed, and took out two swords from the deepest part of the box.

Qingping thought, she threw Jinghong under the bed at random, and she actually kept the other swords well.

This is probably pampering concubines and destroying wives, Jinghong is really wronged.

Jiang Bujing stroked the two swords with a very cherished expression, and slowly said: "This is a gift from a teacher and an old friend. It is named Qiushui and Changtian. Kneel down."

The two knelt down in front of her.

Jiang Bujing held up the Changtian Sword with both hands, and put it in Qingping's hand, "Qingping, you have to remember that where the sword points, the heart goes."

She turned around and picked up the Autumn Water Sword again, and passed it to Gu Xiyue, "Xiyue, you have to remember that the heart of ice is not stained, and the autumn water is clean."

"From now on, you will formally worship under my sect. From now on, whether you are fighting swords in the rivers and lakes or retiring to the mountains and forests, you need to remember that there is no good or evil in people. Good and evil exist in your heart, and doing good and evil is in the heart."

"Disciple remember."

Jiang Bujing helped them up, and said: "But whether you choose good or follow evil, you are all my disciples."

"As a teacher, I will do my best to protect you all my life."