stepping on the moon and asking green hills

In midsummer, there is often thunder and rolling, and the black clouds are all over here, and if you don't pay attention, heavy rain will come.The little second-hand who was still yelling and selling tea and wine at the side of the official road went back to the thatched shed quickly. The guests who rushed back to the carriage and continued on their way, and those who walked moved a little to stand on the grass. under the shed.

He put a blackened cotton kerchief on the wine jar casually in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and moved the tables and benches in one by one.

There was a fog before it rained, and the scenery in the woods on both sides of the official road could not be seen clearly. Xiaoer hummed a little song and was moving the table. When he looked up, he vaguely saw a person standing in the woods through the mist.

He saw the man standing motionless in the forest, and a gust of wind swept over from the direction where the man was standing. He looked too carefully, and was accidentally dazzled by the dust blown up by the wind.When he rubbed his eyes and the fog in front of him dissipated a bit, the man brushed half a leaf on his shoulders, and returned to the sedan chair with his feet untouched by the wind and rain.

Xiao Er still lowered his head to move his table and wipe his stool.

Before he finished collecting the tea money, the people who were standing under the awning retreated in front of Nurhong, who was standing one jar after another, and he stopped what he was doing and followed their gazes to look back.

He didn't pay much attention, and couldn't see clearly. A flying leaf brushed his cheek, and the side of his eyes immediately hurt.He raised his hand to touch it, and it was covered in blood.

People around fled screaming like birds and beasts, and Xiao Er saw that the figure of the man in the mist became clearer and clearer, as if he was holding a person in his hand, walking steadily towards him.

Only then did he feel scared, he didn't know whether the man was dead or alive, so he retreated instinctively, trembling and fell to the ground, and then got up with hands and feet trying to escape for his life.

Tang Yun is in a bad mood today.

The fan in his hand whirled and flew out, and when it returned to his hand, the fan was stained with blood. He used his internal force to shatter the blood-stained fan in the palm of his hand, holding a handful of jade bamboo fan bones, and sighed, he threw it out and sat paralyzed on the tree. The dying man was nailed to the tree with his last breath.

Just now while drinking a cup of tea in this tea shed, he heard someone talking about that person, so he decided to go back to the nearby pavilion to sleep well, drink some wine and then look at the beauty, and completely wiped that name from his ears.

The journey back was not too far away. Unexpectedly, as soon as he set off, he ran into a few lifeless bastards who asked him to hand over this and that. He was so unhappy that he lifted the gauze curtain of the sedan chair He hit it out and pushed the man heavily onto the tree trunk in front of him. Several birds fluttered their wings and flew away.

After a cup of tea, there were more than a dozen people lying on the ground, and the surrounding leaves were cut to a mess by his palm and fan, and the sweet and bloody smell rose from the soil and slowly spread in all directions.

Seeing the scattered crowd and the people who were still convulsing and turning into corpses all over the ground, he felt inexplicably much better. He lowered his head and carefully checked his front and clothes, and found that there was no blood. Lying in the sedan chair.

The two girls were kneeling and sitting on both sides of the pedals, the wind in the forest whipped up the tulle around the sedan chair and slapped them lightly on their faces, the rain that was about to fall just now dragged the leaves slowly and leisurely ring.

They nodded and held the fans in their hands, and the movements of their hands were not affected at all. The raindrops drifted in obliquely, and soon moistened the hair on their foreheads.

The screaming stopped, the groaning stopped too, the sedan chair carried by the six people flew away from the official road, and everything returned to calm—only the sound of rain remained in Xiao Er's ears.The blood on his face was blown horizontally by the wind, but he still sat on the ground and did not dare to move.

After the buzzing tinnitus disappeared, he heard the discussion of the people next to him.Apart from the sound of the rain, he only heard Tang Yun's name, and with just these two words, he felt that his life was taken back.

Tang Yun was accompanied by a woman who would serve him tea and water, tidy up his clothes and take care of his daily life, or occasionally help him when he felt dirty and didn't want to do it. He didn't talk much and had a calm temper. .Seeing that he seemed to be in a much better mood, he asked in a warm voice: "Pavilion Master, what kind of flower does the fan depict?"

Tang Yun closed his eyes and touched his belt habitually, only to find that the sachet seemed to have been lost too. He frowned and opened his eyes and scolded: "Dog, I only have one box of Western Region fragrance!"

"Then sew one more?"

Cheng Qinghuai had been with Tang Wan for a long time in the early years, and since Tang Wan became obsessed with practicing kung fu and died, he followed Tang Yun to take care of him, found out his temperament, knew how to do things, and his words and deeds were decent, which won Tang Yun's trust and love.Seeing that Tang Yun didn't speak, she guessed that he was asleep, so she lightly landed on the sedan chair and lifted the gauze curtain to cover him with a thin quilt.

Ping Pavilion was created by Tang Wan single-handedly. In the Jianghu, black and white can do anything as long as they are given money - it mainly depends on the preferences and mood of the pavilion owner.Most of the time, except for some outrageous activities, Tang Wan does all kinds of business.

Tang Yun is the younger brother of Tang Wan's mother and compatriot. He grew up with Tang Wan since he was a child. He learned Tang Wan's martial arts and her decisive character, even better.There is no distinction between justice and evil in his heart, everything is only worth it or not.

Grab it if you want it, destroy it if you can't grab it, and destroy it if you can't - until now there is nothing he can't destroy.

When he woke up, he was still lying in the sedan chair, only Cheng Qinghuai was waiting outside, and she sent everyone else back.

Tang Yun sat up, and the quilt slipped off his shoulders. He didn't tie his hair up before going out, and now it was draped over his back like a waterfall and fell down to his waist.Cheng Qinghuai looked up at him when he heard the movement, and said, "Master, the food is ready."

Tang Yun moved his arms and came out of the gauze tent, and the drizzle fell on his face. He looked up at the gloomy sky, and sighed as he walked in: "When will this rain fall? Still can't open it?"

"It's always open, Pavilion Master, once the rain stops, the crabapple and peach blossoms will bloom in the next two days."

"Then begonia." Tang Yun said: "The new fan is still Yuzhu fan bone, the color is fresher, just draw a begonia, too much will not look good."

He has a unique aesthetic in flower appreciation, no matter begonias or peach blossoms, they always look good in clusters, and this is fine for hanging on a tree, he is prejudiced against drawing things that are in clusters.

Cheng Qinghuai responded in a low voice, lifted the curtain in front of him to welcome Tang Yun in, greeted the meal, and went to order the painting work to paint.

Tang Yun is only in his early twenties, but he has been "famous" for several years.Ever since he broke into the decent "ring" of martial arts at the age of 19 and defeated the leader of the martial arts just to see the "elegance" of his youngest son, he became famous in the first battle and at the same time lost all the favor of the world, relying on the pavilion is like an existence independent of the world , Everyone dare not talk too much, nor dare not be afraid.

In fact, he has never seen the person who must not be mentioned in front of him now. He only heard that he was a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. The number of martial arts.However, in the few months since his "debut", he has already become famous, and Tang Yun is naturally not the only one who is curious about him.

Tang Yun has wandered around the world for many years, and he often has an unimaginable attachment to beautiful things. He must grab what he likes and wants—and what he is curious about makes him scratch his heart and lungs to find out.The young man's whereabouts were a mystery. On the one hand, he felt that it would be embarrassing to fight for him, but on the other hand, he really wanted to know what this man was like.

He thought, if he is a beauty, let her live.

The continuous drizzle of the past few days finally stopped the day before the East China Sea swordsman Situ Jian's martial arts competition to recruit a married woman. Linhai Villa used Hengjun Sword, one of the top ten famous swords, as a dowry, and set up a ring to recruit Situ Nianjun, the daughter who was waiting for her. A wishful gentleman, he also wants his son-in-law to inherit Linhai Villa.More than a month ago, the post was sent to all the sects in Jianghu. At this time, Yanglan City under Linhai Villa was already full of knights from Jianghu. Situ Jian proudly booked the two largest inns in the city to entertain guests.

At this time, there were still two people in the city who came because of this but did not receive the post.

One is Tang Yun, he is used to wandering around, and it is difficult to distinguish good from evil by relying on the pavilion. Although this person is highly skilled in martial arts, it is difficult to meet an opponent, but Situ Jian does not dare to take this risk lightly, so he bypasses the post when he sends it to the entrance of the pavilion. It was handed to the farther Western Regions, but it was not handed to him.

The other one is Bai Qiuling, the person who can't even mention the preconditions in front of Tang Yun.

Bai Qiuling was taken back to Yunyin Mountain by Si Yan, the old man of Fuqiu, since he was three years old, and he never left the mountain gate since he was 15 years old.He didn't want to leave Yunyin Mountain so early, but at the age of 15, when he went out with Si Yan, he learned that there were ten famous swords in this world. Since then, he has longed for these ten swords that are rumored in the world.In the early winter of the previous year, Si Yan handed him the Qingyu sword in his hand, and finally let him go down the mountain.

Although it is not famous all over the world after going down the mountain for half a year, but wearing a moon white long robe and holding a peerless famous sword Qingyu in his hand, not only is he excellent in swordsmanship and martial arts, but also likes to walk alone, cold and arrogant, and unconsciously casts a shadow on himself. A layer of mysterious "veil" soon became the object of discussion in the arena.

He didn't care about it at all, but after his fame became famous, many people often came to challenge his sword skills.He has no intention of causing trouble for himself or hurting others. When Qing Yu is holding it in his hand and seldom draws out the sheath, the edge of this peerless famous sword is like his face covered by a mat hat, which few people see.

Over time, there have been various rumors about his appearance.Some people said that they had seen this young man with extraordinary temperament, who was extremely ugly in martial arts.Those who talk about ugliness will naturally say that he has outstanding appearance. They pass on his appearance so miraculously, saying that this person is like a banished fairy descending to the earth, and he is so beautiful that he can't eat the fireworks in the world-whether it is ugly or beautiful, it doesn't matter to Tang Yun The difference is that you have to fight, but if you are an ugly peerless master, if you get into a fight, you will kill your subordinates regardless of whether they are serious or not.

If this is a peerless beauty, let's forget about a fight.

Bai Qiuling has been searching for the other nine famous swords since he came down the mountain. Apart from Qingyu in his hand, there are Tingfeng, Hengjun, Wanhua, Qingshuang, Qingming, Yuyan, Zhulei, Jinghong, Youlong has nine swords. According to legend, these ten swords are paired in pairs, each with its own differences and bonds.

After going down the mountain, he has been involved in the wave of sword grabbing, or he personally caused this turmoil.The original plan was to find Tingfeng first, to see what the so-called pair of swords looked like, but he couldn't find Tingfeng sword after searching for half a year. There was no abnormality everywhere Qingyu went, and he had no way to start.

Tang Yun predicted that the Hengjun Sword in Linhai Villa would definitely attract Bai Qiuling's hand, so he traveled all the way to Yanglan City two days before the martial arts competition to recruit relatives.He only thought that Bai Qiuling's demeanor should be easy to recognize, but he searched Yanglan City for a long time, but he still couldn't find that slick figure.Sitting in the middle of the restaurant now, he was drinking and reflecting on himself - when did it take him so long to find someone?He didn't have much patience, after searching in Yanglan City for a day, he was so irritable that he changed his mind. If he found Bai Qiuling, no matter how he looked, it would be a matter of fighting to resolve his hatred first.

Half of the peanuts on the plate in front of him had been eaten, and there was an empty wine jar on the table. Tang Yun clapped his hands and stood up. He bumped into a person wearing a mat hat without paying attention to the people around him.He looked up and saw the man's eyes full of water—it was hard to judge whether the man had just cried, the eyes seemed to be filled with two stars, and he stood still on the spot without moving.

The man raised the brim of his hat, the white translucent gauze trembled, apologized hurriedly and walked upstairs.Tang Yun frowned and stared at the back on the stairs for a while, took a bank note on the table, brushed his clothes and left the restaurant.

The martial arts competition was scheduled for the next day, but Tang Yun hadn't received the invitation, so he could only use his brains to go to Linhai Villa from the back of the mountain.He dexterously shuttled through the forest, occasionally stopping on a tree to rest lazily, leaning against the tree trunk and feeling the cool mountain breeze blowing past his legs, feeling extremely comfortable, closing his eyes and hitting for a while nap.

Just a moment after falling asleep, a rustling sound came from Tang Yun's ear, waking him up from his dream.The beauty that reached his mouth in the dream suddenly disappeared with the louder and louder voices. He opened his eyes and raised his palms slightly to stand on the branch, nodding his head and staring at the place where the sound came from. Sure enough, a person came out of the bushes.

The man apparently also made a "detour" from the back mountain. He got out of the bushes that were as tall as a person and patted the leaves on his shoulders. It wasn't a person standing on the tree, it was just a random bird.

Tang Yun was harassed by Qingmeng and neglected. Feeling aggrieved, he fled lightly and landed in front of that person.