Looking for plums under the moon

"How can the well water wash away the blood all over this body?" Thinking that the murderer who has been pursued all this time is actually him, Ling Guyue only felt mixed feelings in her heart, and finally turned around and left without looking back.

It's the time when osmanthus seeds are fragrant, and the osmanthus flowers are scattered by Qingyuxuan Lake, and the water surface is yellow.

Lin Jue was rarely bored in the room, but leaned against the beautiful woman by the water and fished with a fishing rod, occasionally throwing some fish food into the water to attract fish to come here.

The schools of fish in the water were all around the fishing line, densely layered and wagging their tails for food, but after a long time, he didn't even catch a single fish.

Green kite stood behind him holding a plate of fish food.She has been standing for several hours, and also watched Lin Jue catch fish for several hours.She knew that Lin Jue was not interested in drinking, but was waiting for someone, but seeing dusk approaching, she had to get anxious.

"The owner..."

Lin Jue put up his index finger and moved close to his mouth, "Shh...don't disturb the fish."

Lu Yuan had no choice but to keep silent.

After a while, footsteps approached slowly.

Lin Jue didn't look back, he happily picked up the fish food from the porcelain plate and sprinkled it into the water, "Green Yuan, you go down first."

Lu Yuan nodded, and when she turned around, she saw Ling Guyue walking over with a cold expression and blood stains on her face.

The two nodded their heads slightly in a staggered manner, greeted each other and walked away.

"Here you are." After Luyuan left Qingyuxuan, Ling Guyue stood still and handed the Nuanyanyu to her.

Lin Jue put down the fishing rod and smiled, "I'm sorry." When she reached out to catch it, Ling Guyue's hand clasped the jade and retracted.

"What do you mean?" Lin Jue raised an eyebrow.

Ling Guyue asked: "What do you mean by amnesty for the Quartet?"

"Amnesty to the Quartet?" Lin Jue was puzzled, "I've never heard of it."

Ling Guyue looked at him for a while, seeing that he didn't seem to be pretending, she threw the Nuan Yanyu over.

Lin Jue quickly reached out to catch it, and at that moment, that pale face turned rosy miraculously. "Is it... really a warm smoke jade?"

Ling Guyue said: "I don't know if it's true or not, I found it from Zhao Qiushan."

Holding the jade in both hands, Lin Jue smelled it close to the tip of his nose, then he opened his eyes wide and said with a smile, "Yes, it is it!" Probably because he was too excited, he couldn't stop panting after smelling it twice.

Seeing him like this, Ling Guyue frowned and said, "Zhao Qiushan is dead."

Lin Jue held the jade tightly in his hand, calmed down a little, and said nonchalantly: "Death is death, death is not a pity."

Seeing him playing with the Nuanyan jade, Ling Guyue looked left and right, not satisfied, so she said: "Since I have done what I promised you, then I will take my leave."

"Wait..." Lin Jue called to stop him, "What are your plans next?"

Ling Guyue turned her back, facing the rippling lake, said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you."

Lin Jue chuckled lightly: "Could it be that you want to go back to Pingchuan?"

Ling Guyue's eyes flickered slightly, she raised her head to look at the dim yellow and dark sky, she didn't answer, and started to walk away.

Lin Jue's voice came from behind, "I'm going somewhere, if you're interested, you can go with me."

Ling Guyue didn't stop walking, she lacked interest and said, "I'm not interested."

Lin Jue said loudly again: "You don't want to know what I want Nuanyanyu for?"

Ling Guyue finally stopped, thinking of the incident Zhao Qiushan mentioned, she couldn't help being curious, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to a place." Lin Jue said.

Ling Guyue looked back at him, saw the inexplicable madness in his eyes, and asked again: "Where are you going?"

Lin Jue said, "Ping Nan."

"Pingnan?" Ling Guyue's heart moved, "What are you doing there?"

Pingnan is in the land of Shu. As the saying goes: There are many martial arts heroes in Pingnan, half of the rivers and half of the mountains.The mountains there are dangerous, and there are many people in the martial arts entrenched. Apart from Emei and Jiaochen Pavilion, there are also many hidden sects that are not known to the public.And this year's martial arts conference will also be held in Pingnan, not only that, but coincidentally, Licheng is also in Pingnan...

Seeing that he was interested, Lin Jue acted recklessly, "If you're willing to go with me...I'll tell you."

Ling Guyue knew that this person could no longer be trusted, asking her to go with her was just using her, she sneered, "No need." After saying that, she left Qingyuxuan.

Looking at his back, Lin Jue gradually smiled, holding the warm smoke jade as black as an ink ingot in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Ling Guyue returned to the room, took out the Flowing Light Sword from the cabinet, and drew the sword out of its sheath, only to see that the light on the sword remained undiminished, reflecting his face as bright as snow.

Flick the sword with your fingers, and the sword edge clangs.Thinking of the past, the two famous swords, Liu Guang and Han Guang, both came from the Xu family, a family of swordsmiths. They were originally from the same family, but now they are fighting each other.

Ling Guyue sighed bitterly, held the sword in her hand, packed her bags and pushed the door out.

The girls in the building were surprised to see him with sharp eyes and a long sword in his hand.

"Young Master Fei Yi..." Qing Chan looked at him from upstairs, and felt that he seemed to be a different person today.

Just when the wind was blowing through the gauze tent, Ling Guyue raised her head and smiled at her from a distance, her voice was as clear as the wind sweeping through a bamboo forest, "I am not Feiyi, I am Ling Guyue." Walked out of Shuying Studio, leaving a group of people looking at each other in blank dismay.

Ling Guyue stood on the avenue of Yanzifang, looking forward to the road ahead, the cars and horses were like a river, and the laughter was endless.He thought wistfully: Jinling can't stay any longer, and Pingchuan doesn't want to go back. Is there any place worth going in this world?

Suddenly thinking of Du Wangye's phrase "heavenly evil and lonely star", Ling Guyue frowned, forget it, let's go home and have a look...

Even though she was going back to Licheng, Ling Guyue didn't plan to go with Lin Jue. Anyway, she had plenty of time, so she traveled all the way to the mountains and rivers, and slowly arrived home.

He first went to the East Street to buy a fat horse, and bought some necessities for the journey, before leaving the city before sunset.

Unexpectedly, the weather is unpredictable, less than twenty miles away from the city gate, the dark clouds lowered, and it rained.

Seeing that the rain did not intend to stop, but instead became heavier and heavier, Ling Guyue had no choice but to get off her horse and try to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Fortunately, there was a temple not far away, and Ling Guyue led the horse into the temple before the heavy rain fell.

This temple is also a ruined temple that has been abandoned for a long time, with dust everywhere and walls covered with gossamer.Different from the river temple at the foot of Pingchuan Mountain, although it is more spacious and the walls are considered complete, the statue in the center of the temple is gone, only the dusty debris on the ground, which seems to be the debris dumped by the statue.

Ling Guyue flicked off the spider's thread, tied the horse to the pillar under the eaves, and stepped into the temple by herself.

The rain has been falling for an exceptionally long time without stopping, the night is burning, and the chill is gradually invading.

Ling Guyue found some firewood from a corner, as well as a few broken tables and chairs, piled them together and lit them with torches, lit a fire, and sat cross-legged beside the fire to dry clothes.

When he searched through the bag to find a clean cloth towel, he discovered that someone had stuffed a pastry wrapped in oiled paper somewhere inside.

This is……

Ling Guyue slowly unfolded the oiled paper bag, and saw a few pieces of golden sweet-scented osmanthus flowers inside. The familiar aroma reminded him of late autumn in Pingchuan.

All kinds of things from the past emerged one by one.

Ling Guyue was only seven years old when she was sent to Pingchuan by her mother.That year he took a boat all the way along the river from Shu to Pingchuan.One evening, passing through Luling, another pair of mother and daughter came on board. The girl looked a little younger than him, but she was born too round and round, with red lips and white teeth.Seeing that she was cute, Ling Guyue ran over to hold her hand, and said in a childish voice, "Sister, what's your name? Where are you going?"

Unexpectedly, the girl had a thin face, she immediately blushed, glared at him angrily, turned her head and refused to speak to him.

Ling Guyue is a child at heart. She was bored on the boat for many days. Finally, she met a child of the same age and pulled her to the deck. "Let's play together!"

I only heard the girl say in a soft voice: "I want to find my mother..."

Ling Guyue pouted and refused to let go, "Play with brother first..."

"I want a mother..." The girl's eyes were quickly covered with mist, like clouds lingering halfway up the green hills along the coast.

Ling Guyue let go of her hands sullenly, and said aggrievedly: "Then I'll play by myself, you can go find your mother!" Turning around, she leaned on the railing and looked at Jiang Jing with her face in her hands.

The girl watched his thin back disappearing in the setting sun, she didn't speak for a long time, wiped her eyes, stepped forward and pulled the hem of his clothes and whispered: "My name is Shen Luo..."

"Sister Shen Luo," Ling Guyue turned around and stretched his lips into a smile, just when he was about to tell her his name, the girl's mother ran out of the cabin anxiously, "Luo Luo!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling Guyue stood on tiptoe and kissed her on the forehead.

The girl was stunned, the bright red cinnabar mole dangled in front of her eyes, and quickly passed by.

At this moment, the sunset is brilliant, the pampas reeds are flying on the beach, and the wind blowing in the river brings coolness and tide.

Ling Guyue smiled and said: "You are so cute!" After saying that, she ran away humming a song.

The woman who came to look for the child saw the girl standing alone on the deck in a daze, and hugged her, "Luoluo, why did you come here? Let my mother find it easy!"

Shen Luo obediently leaned on her shoulder, blushing and said: "I just... met a very good-looking brother..."

One month later, in golden autumn, hundreds of children stood neatly on the top of Pingyi Peak, and Gu Huasong was going to choose his direct disciple among them.

In the end, when the dust settled, only two people were left behind.

When Ling Guyue was brought to Gu Huasong's study, there was already another child waiting inside.

"Guyue, this is your junior brother, from now on you will be in the same sect."

Ling Guyue raised her eyes quietly, and the person in front of her was also secretly looking at him, their eyebrows met, and both of them looked stunned.

Who would have imagined that the watery younger sister on the boat would actually become his junior?

After handing over tea and sweet osmanthus, the two knelt down to pay respects.

Gu Huasong sat upright in the high hall, twirling his beard and smiling, "Since you two have become brothers of the same sect, you need to help each other and work together. In the future, I will hand over Pingchuan to your hands..."

When she was a child, Shen Luo was indeed indistinguishable from male and female. If she wore a skirt, she would be a delicate little girl.On the contrary, it was Ling Guyue, although delicate, it was recognizable as a boy at a glance.Later, as the years got older, Shen Luo gradually grew, and the edges and corners became distinct, and his stature was pulled up quickly like a bamboo tree, taller than Ling Guyue by more than a head.So much so that during Shen Luo's three years of retreat, Ling Guyue kept paying attention to his daily diet, and finally caught up with him.

Recalling the first time they met, Ling Guyue sighed, if someone called him "Sister Shen Luo" now, that person would probably use a black face and use a trick to carry through Huang Quan.

Wrap it in oiled paper to cover up the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.Ling Guyue leaned against the wall and meditated, maybe after returning to Licheng, she could take a look at what the hell Lin Jue was doing...

In the suburbs in the middle of the night, the wind and rain continued, and the shadows of the trees were broken, but the ancient temple was peaceful, except for the crackling sound of straw burning.Just when the warm flames were about to lull Ling Guyue to sleep, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps at the door, and someone pushed the door and ran in.

Ling Guyue looked up subconsciously, but saw a child soaked in water, wearing tattered straw sandals on his feet, shrinking his neck and dodging into a dark place where the light of the fire could not reach.

The child was obviously taken aback when he saw him, but it was the little beggar he met on the street that day.

"Why are you here?" Ling Guyue looked at him squatting with arms folded under the opposite corner, and asked suspiciously.

The little beggar was wearing a layer of unlined clothing, which was completely wet by the heavy rain at the moment, and was wrapped around his body wetly, showing extremely thin limbs.He whispered back: "It's raining outside..."

Ling Guyue heard his voice was low and thin, which was quite different from the ferocious expression shown that day, "What are you doing out of the city?"

The little beggar buried his head in his knees, a pair of bright eyes were exposed from his disheveled hair, and he looked at him appreciatively and timidly, "Looking for you..."

"Looking for me?" Ling Guyue blinked and said with a smile, "Do you know me?"

The little beggar shook his head.

"Then why are you looking for me?"

The little beggar scratched his exposed dirty ankle, bowed his head and remained silent.

Ling Guyue pondered for a moment, then said: "You seem to have a lot of hostility towards Zhao Yihuan?"

The little beggar looked at him secretly, "Who is Zhao Yihuan?"

Ling Guyue supported her forehead, "Since you don't know him, why did you hurt him that day?"

The little beggar looked confused, thought for a while, and then understood, "Is he the one who walked with you that day?"

Ling Guyue nodded, took a rotten log in her hand and sent it to the fire, and said affirmatively: "You want to put him to death."

The little beggar took a peek at him, then lowered his head, "I didn't mean to hurt him..."

"Then you want to steal his things?"

"No!" The little beggar shook his head repeatedly, "I...I mistook the person...I thought he was my enemy!"

Ling Guyue said "Oh", "What about me? Why are you looking for me?"

The little beggar said shyly, "You...you are very much like one of my relatives."

Ling Guyue touched her face, "I haven't been home for a long time, your family is definitely not me..."

"I know..." The little beggar hugged his knees tightly, "All my relatives have died a long time ago."

Seeing his body trembling, Ling Guyue thought he was cold, so she shouted: "Come and sit here, it's warm here."

The little beggar didn't refuse either, and tiptoed over, squatting down by the fire.

Ling Guyue looked at him through the firelight, her thin face was covered with smudges, and the dried water stains stuck to her hair and stuck to her forehead, making her look very dirty, but her black eyes were exceptionally clear.

The little beggar was also staring straight at him, as if looking at a piece of meat.

Ling Guyue felt that this feeling was very strange, and while poking the fire with the streamer sword, trying to make the fire more intense, "Can you stop looking at me?"

The little beggar lowered his head shyly, but after a while raised his head and looked directly at him.

Ling Guyue had no choice but to lean against the wall with her sword in her arms and turned her face away, "Go to bed early."

Early the next morning, the little beggar was nestled beside him, curled up like a baby and sleeping soundly.

Ling Guyue took advantage of the bright sky to look at his face, the little beggar was actually quite clean, with a straight nose bridge and long eyelashes on his tightly closed eyelids, but the whole person was too thin, his complexion was sallow, and he looked Very listless.

Ling Guyue lightly dropped a golden leaf beside him and walked out of the ruined temple.

The heavy rain has stopped, and the air is exceptionally fresh, but the road at the door has been washed muddy by the rain.

Ling Guyue threw the burden on the horse's back, and then got on the horse.

"The ancient road is long and the white clouds are deep. If you ask where to go, look at the mountains... The ancient road is long and shaded by vegetation. If you ask where to go, look at the smoke..."

Ling Guyue hummed a little tune, and the horse's hooves under her body clattered, leaving tiny footprints on the muddy ground, and carried him all the way west.

Not long after, he was sitting on the horse leisurely admiring the ancient red maple tree beside the road, when he heard a shout from behind: "Wait...wait!"

Turning his head to look, the little beggar's face was flushed, and he strode after him.

Ling Guyue reined in the horse, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The little beggar ran under the horse, gasped and looked up at him, "Can you let me follow you?"

Ling Guyue looked at the anticipation on his face, thought for a while, then shook her head and refused, "No." She shook the reins and turned to leave.

The little beggar rushed to the horse and blocked his way, "Let me follow you, okay..."

Ling Guyue said: "I gave you some money, did you see it?"

The little beggar nodded, took out the gold leaf from his bosom and held it up in front of his eyes like a baby.

"Take it, don't follow me." Ling Guyue raised the rein and was about to avoid him, but the little beggar shouted anxiously: "I don't want money, just let me follow you..."

Ling Guyue had no choice but to repeat loudly, "No." She turned the horse's head and galloped away.

The little beggar stared at his back desolately, gritted his teeth, and ran after him again.

In the evening, Ling Guyue came to a small town, intending to find an inn here to stay temporarily.

"Come to the guest room."

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter and glanced up while writing the account book, "Do you want one room or two?"

Ling Guyue wondered: "I am alone, so naturally I want a room."

"Huh?" The shopkeeper stopped writing and pointed behind him, "Aren't you two together?"

Ling Guyue looked back, and at some point, the little beggar followed behind him again, looking like he had done something wrong, and bowed his head in silence.

Ling Guyue clasped her hands and mumbled, "I don't know him."

The shopkeeper nodded, "Let me tell you, this kid is dressed in tattered clothes, and he doesn't look like he was brought by a guest officer..."

Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, the little beggar stepped forward and pulled the corner of La Ling Guyue's clothes, and called weakly: "Brother..."

The shopkeeper's eyes immediately changed.

Ling Guyue took a step back and asked in confusion, "Who is your brother?"

The little beggar immediately became weeping, "Brother, it's all my fault...don't leave me..."

The shopkeeper coughed, seemingly unintentionally but intentionally said: "You really don't look like you..."

Ling Guyue pursed her lips, clasped the table and said lightly: "A guest room."

The shopkeeper shook his head, took a key from the cabinet, and sighed, "Turn left on the second floor to the first room."

Ling Guyue took the key and turned to go upstairs, only to hear the shopkeeper behind her say: "The world is going down, people's hearts are not old..."

Ling Guyue didn't turn her head back, she put down her burden when she entered the door, and stretched herself.

There was a knock on the door, and the little beggar said at the door, "I'm sorry..."

Ling Guyue poured a cup of hot tea, leaned against the window facing the street, "Don't follow me anymore."

The door became silent, but the thin figure was still standing there, and after a while he asked, "Can I go in?"

"No." Ling Guyue resolutely refused.

But the door was still pushed open, and the little beggar walked in.

Ling Guyue put down her cup and looked directly at him, "What is your purpose?"

The little beggar said aggrievedly: "I just want to follow you..."

Ling Guyue said impatiently: "There are so many people on this street, why do you follow me?"

"I..." The little beggar hung his head, "I think you are like a relative of mine..."

Ling Guyue stared at him for a long while, then suddenly grabbed his neck with her hand, lifted him up in the air, curled up her pretty mouth, and smiled, "Does it still look like this?"