The young master’s sword became rusty after the heavy rain (1)

The young master’s sword became rusty after the heavy rain.

Eight years later, this rusty sword was auctioned for a sky-high price of 10,000 taels of gold at the ‘Zuimenglou’ in the Central Plains.

Gong Ziqin, the owner of Zuimeng Tower, a woman of unrivaled elegance, finally let go of the only thing she had attached to that man.

For eight whole years, she could not wait for that man.

She placed her deep thoughts on this rusty sword, and she felt sad about this sword for countless nights.

Now, this longing will be lost in the long river of time. When she gave up the sword, it meant she gave up on that person.

She was about to get married. After auctioning off a rusty sword, the owner of Zuimeng House announced that he was about to marry a failed scholar in front of a group of heroes and noble men.

The news that Master Zuimeng was getting married soon spread across the Central Plains like the wind. Countless heroes sighed, hating that they could not win the heart of Master Zuimeng.

Everyone in the world is speculating on what kind of scholar he is who can charm Gong Ziqin, the master of Zuimenglou.

You know, Gong Ziqin only played the piano for two people in her life.

One is her master, Yu Siyan, the previous generation master of Zuimeng Tower, and the other is the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, Xu Jinhuan.

01

It has been eight years since Xu Jinhuan disappeared, but legends about him are still circulating in the world.

After Zuimeng Louzhu auctioned off a rusty sword, there was more talk about Xu Jinhuan.

Because the original owner of the sword that Master Zuimeng had carefully taken care of for eight years was Xu Jinhuan, the number one swordsman in the Central Plains.

The sword was named "Qinxue" and was red in color. It was abandoned by Xu Jinhuan in a heavy rain, and finally fell into Gong Ziqin's hands after several twists and turns.

When Gong Ziqin got this sword, she was so happy that she forgot to practice the piano. She held the sword and wiped it carefully every day to remove the rust on it, as if she was caressing it. human body.

Whenever night falls, she is happiest when she holds the sword that she wiped with blood.

But later she discovered that no matter how she wiped or removed the rust from the sword, when she woke up the next day, the sword was back to its original state.

"It turns out that you are waiting for him too." Gong Ziqin's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, "This sword is just like people, so stubborn and stupid."

"Xu Jinhuan, you bastard!" She tapped her toes and stabbed the sword hard on the beam. From then on, she never wiped the sword again, leaving it rusty. She knew that this sword, like her, was waiting for someone, waiting for Xu Jinhuan.

However, after eight years, neither Jian nor Man could wait for Xu Jinhuan.

She sold her sword and is getting married.

In three days, it will be her wedding day, and the whole Anyang City suddenly becomes lively.

Heroes from all walks of life in the Central Plains arrived one after another, and even some masters from the North came here just to catch a glimpse of the master of Zuimeng Tower in the Central Plains.

Zuimeng Louzhu got married, which was a rare opportunity. Normally, people would never see her.

The inns in Anyang City were almost full. An old man walked into a remote inn. He glanced at the corner of the inn, and then sat down next to a young man in white.

The young man in white is as gentle as jade, but his expression is a little arrogant. He looks like a son of a noble family, but he doesn’t know which family he is.

When he saw the old man sitting opposite him, he said: "I didn't expect that such an old man would still be a romantic man. The charm of this drunken dream poster is really great."

" Although the man is old, the knife is not." The old man suddenly pulled out a knife from his back, and no one saw his movement clearly, and the knife appeared on the table.

The young man in white took one look at the sword and said, "The sword is still young!"

"Not bad." The old man nodded while stroking his beard.

At this time, the waiter in the shop was holding a teapot and adding tea to the old man.

"My guest, you need..."

"Do you think I am a tea drinker?" Before the tea was finished, the old man slapped the table , the cups for tea and wine, and the plates for dishes all jumped seven inches, and when they fell, the wine and tea in the cups did not leak out at all.

"Yes, sir, I will serve you wine."

The waiter hurriedly went back to get the wine and said to himself: "Although these people in the world are difficult to serve, they pay generously. If women like Zuimeng Louzhu get married every day, wouldn’t the business be..."

After the waiter left, the young man in white lowered his head and glanced at the wine glass on his chest. I feel a little excited, even eager to try.

"The old man has such profound inner strength."

"It's not worth mentioning." When he said this, the old man looked at a table in the corner of the inn, where he sat There was a middle-aged man with a beard on his face, who seemed to be drunk.

"I'm afraid that in the entire world, there are only a handful of people who can practice their internal skills to such a level. Do you know the old man's name?"

"It's just a name, not worth mentioning."

After the old man said this, the waiter's wine came out, and he drank and fell silent.

But the other table became lively at this moment.

"Do you know what kind of sword the master of Zuimeng Tower, Gong Ziqin, auctioned off?"

"Everyone in the world doesn't know about the Qinxue Sword?"

"Yes, Qinxue Sword."

"Oh?" The young man in white sitting opposite the old man became curious when he heard this and asked, "What's this? Where did it come from?"

The people at the table were silent, and no one answered.

Only the old man slowly sipped a glass of wine and said: "The number one sword in the Central Plains is Xu Jinhuan."

"What, the master of Zuimeng Lou is auctioning Xu Jinhuan's sword?"

"Not bad." The old man replied.

"Why is this sword in the hands of Zuimeng Louzhu?" asked the young master in white.

"It was in her hands eight years ago."

"What happened eight years ago?"

"You really don't know?" the old man wondered. road.

"I don't know." The young man in white shook his head.

"Eight years ago, after a battle in the rain, Xu Jinhuan abandoned this sword."

"Who are you fighting with?"

"Beidi No. One sword, Snow Partridge."

The young master in white closed his eyes after hearing this, as if he saw the scene of a battle between two top swordsmen.

After a long time, the young man in white asked: "Who won?"

The old man looked at the middle-aged man in the corner again and said: "Xu Jinhuan."

"Why give up the sword after winning?"

"For a woman."

"A woman?"

"Yes, a woman."

"Since ancient times, heroes have struggled with beauty."

"But this woman..."

"Oh? Why did the old man hesitate to speak."

"It's okay not to mention such a woman!"

"Why not talk about it and listen to it?"

"It's a long story."

"Short story."

"Hahaha, interesting!" The old man drank a glass of wine, then looked at the middle-aged man in the corner and said: "Did you know that the most beloved concubine of the Holy Emperor today is Who?"

"Of course it's Hua Xin'er, known as Hua Fei."

"That's right. The world only knows 'Hua Xin'er', but they don't know who she is. The "Three Talents of the Central Plains" that fascinated countless men in the past. "

"What? Hua Xin'er was the 'Three Talents' of the previous generation in Zuimenglou. She was the most talented woman in piano, dance, and singing. The one with first-rate appearance?" The young man in white was shocked.

"Not bad." The old man nodded.

"But how could a woman from the rivers and lakes be favored by the emperor and brought into the palace?"

"Back then, the emperor was parading down the river and fell into her trap. He treated her like that For women, as long as they use some small tricks, no man can be spared, not even the emperor."

"I understand," the young master in white said: "But this is not the same as Xu Jinhuan and Xue. What does the Partridge War have to do with it?"

"At that time, Hua Xiner had an affair with Snow Partridge without telling Xu Jinhuan, but unexpectedly she was poisoned, and this poison could only be found in Taihang Mountain's Nuwa Thistle. 'It can be understood. "

"I understand. "

There is no need for the old man to continue. The young man in white already knows that Xu Jinhuan is fighting with the Snow Partridge for the "Nuwa Thistle". One scene, but they didn't know that both of them were trying to save the same person.

The old man sighed and said: "Today, Snow Partridge, the best swordsman in the north, is still worried about this woman. In the past, the owner of the Qinxue Sword, the best swordsman in the Central Plains, is still worried about this... ."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the corner of the inn.

I saw the middle-aged man with a beard pressing his palms on the table. The table was not broken, but the four legs of the table had sunk three-thirds into the ground.

"Store, bring the wine quickly! If you are too slow, I will demolish your shop first."

When the shop owner heard this, he quickly served him a jar of wine. These good men You can't mess with anyone. If you don't provide good hospitality, the shop will be demolished for you. The money is not that easy to make.

The middle-aged man sitting in the corner grabbed the wine from the shopkeeper's hand, raised his head and poured it down his throat as if drinking water.

After drinking to his heart's content, he slammed the wine jar on the table and laughed: "Hahaha, if you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon."

There is an unwritten rule in the world: a drunk person never messes with a sober person, and a sober person never messes with a drunk person.

Therefore, no one in the inn paid attention to him, except the old man who kept staring at him.

After a while, the middle-aged man limped out of the inn door with the wine jar in his arms.

The old man suddenly held the knife on the table, but then put it down.

The young man in white noticed something strange about the old man and asked: "Do you have a grudge against that person?"

The old man did not answer him, but said loudly: "You must be happy in life. Huan, he is Xu Jinhuan! "

"What?" The young man in white suddenly stood up. The old man saw the sword on his waist, but he didn't expect that this gentle and gentle young man also used a sword.

The young man in white stood up, looking very excited, but he wanted to chase Xu Jinhuan and want to fight with him.

Unexpectedly, the old man stopped him and said, "You want to kill him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"No reason."

"Maybe in twenty years."

"Can't it now?"

"No."

"Why?"

"No."

"Then I will kill you first."

"You can't kill me." "

"Who do you think you are?"

"I am me," the old man said, stroking the knife in his hand.

The moment the old man lowered his head, the sword of the young master in white had reached the old man’s throat.

The sword stopped an inch away from the old man's throat, and stopped forever.

The dying eyes of the young master in white looked at the old man in disbelief. Until his death, he did not know how the old man used the sword.

Others in the inn did not see clearly how the old man drew the sword, but the moment the young man in white fell down, someone exclaimed: "The best sword in the world, the soul-destroying old man! "

The old man did not respond. He glanced at the dead young man in white and then walked out of the inn.

02

The woman in Zuimenglou only sells her art, not her body.

There are so many romantic places in the world, but there are very few places where prodigals can truly find a spiritual home. Zuimenglou is one of them. No matter what your status is, as long as you pay If they can afford the price, no woman from Zuimenglou will refuse.

Except for two people, if they are not willing, they will naturally not see guests, no matter how rich they are, it will be the same.

Fourteen years ago, two beauties who were famous all over the world came out of Zuimeng Tower in the Central Plains, one was Hua Xin'er and the other was Gong Ziqin.

Now, one has entered the palace as a concubine, and the other is going to marry a failed scholar today.

At this moment, in a separate courtyard of Zuimeng Tower, Gong Ziqin, dressed in red, looked at a middle-aged man with a beard.

"You're here." Gong Ziqin said.

"I'm here." The middle-aged man said.

"Why did you come?"

"I came after all."

"What do you mean by coming?"

"Look at you smiling."

Zuimeng Louzhu smiled, and his smile was far-fetched. This man always appeared in front of her again when she made up her mind to give up.

"I have been waiting for you for eight years."

"I know."

"She has entered the palace as a concubine."

"I know."

"I sold your sword."

"I know."

"Then why do you need to come again?"

Xu Jinhuan was stunned, why did he need to come again?

"I'm leaving." Xu Jinhuan turned around, leaving Zuimeng Louzhu with a lonely back.

"Wait a minute." Gong Ziqin, the master of Zuimeng Tower, said word by word: "I was the one who poisoned Hua Xiner eight years ago. I already knew about her and Snow Partridge's activities at that time. , I didn’t expect that you would fight against the snow partridge for her.”

Xu Jinhuan’s footsteps hung in the air, and he paused for a long time. Finally, he put his feet down and walked forward, never looking back.

"Why, why have you refused to come to see me in the past eight years."

Gong Ziqin's legs softened and she sat on the ground.

There were poplar leaves falling in the yard. The wind picked up the leaves and fell on Gong Ziqin's shoulders. She just sat on the ground and stared blankly at the place where Xu Jinhuan disappeared.

The auspicious time has passed, and Gong Ziqin has not yet waited for the groom's welcoming team.

Outside Zuimeng Tower, countless heroes who wanted to see Gong Ziqin’s beauty were waiting impatiently.

"What's going on with this rotten scholar? How dare he be so negligent on his wedding day, not to mention that he is marrying such a beautiful woman. Let's see if I don't teach him a lesson later." A big man said loudly in the crowd. .

Many people echoed, expressing their dissatisfaction with the groom.

At this time, a young woman hurriedly rushed into Zuimeng Tower with a letter.

"Master." The woman came straight to Gong Ziqin.

Gong Ziqin, still wearing a red hijab, asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

"Dead."

"Who died?"

"New... groom official."

Gong Ziqin stood up and took off her red hijab.

"Who killed him?"

"I don't know, we found a letter next to the body, which was addressed to the original poster."

Gong Ziqin took it The envelope reads: Zi Qin, please open it personally.

She already knew who could write this letter. Except for her, Hua Xiner, no one called her "Ziqin".

After reading the content of the letter, Gong Ziqin murmured to herself: "Why? Since you have entered the palace, why do you still come to deal with me?"

03

Rain, pouring rain.

I don’t know when the rain started to fall, like crystal and fragile pearls, hitting the jungle deep in the Taihang Mountains.

Xu Jinhuan had been fighting with Snow Partridge for three hours. Both of them tried their best and took action without reservation.

A blood-red sword was pressed against Snow Partridge's throat.

Xu Jinhuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He was exhausted and had no fewer than thirty wounds on his body.

In all these years, he has never been in such a sorry state, nor has he ever encountered a well-matched opponent. Even the Soul-Destroying Old Man, who is known as "the best sword in the world", can't take more than twenty moves in his hands.

However, the man in front of him, Snow Partridge, the number one sword in the North, almost cost him his life.

However, he won in the end.

"Kill me."

Snow Partridge closed his glasses and felt the coldness of the sword tip on his throat.

He was not afraid, but felt a sense of regret. He whispered: "Xin'er, I'm sorry..."

Xu Jinhuan didn't want to kill him, because of this It was really hard to find an opponent, but when I heard Snow Partridge begging for death, I had no choice but to grant it.

He has grasped the hilt of the sword and ended this battle.

But when he heard the word "Xin'er", he regained his strength to hold the sword.

He asked: "Who is Xin'er?"

Snow Partridge opened his eyes. He didn't understand why Xu Jinhuan asked such a question.

"It's Hua Xin'er." The snow partridge answered.

"But the one in Zuimenglou?" Xu Jinhuan asked.

"Yes."

"What is your relationship with her?"

"She promised to be my wife."

After hearing these words, Xu Jinhuan lost the last bit of energy.

The heavy rain concealed his painful expression, and Snow Partridge did not notice it. Otherwise, if such a peerless master were to confront each other, the situation would have changed drastically if he was not careful.

Xu Jinhuan finally dropped his sword, a sword that was completely blood red.

The sword lay alone on the ground, soaked in the rain.

"Let's go." Xu Jinhuan said.

Snow Partridge looked at the sword on the ground and was stunned.

"You won't kill me?"

"No."

"Why?"

Xu Jinhuan was silent and turned around , threw down a purple flower and said: "Take this."

The snow partridge's eyes glowed with intense light, "Nuwa thistle!"

He did not pick it up. , but looked at the back of Xu Jinhuan walking away with a look of struggle on his face.

After Xu Jinhuan disappeared from his sight, he knelt down and saluted Xu Jinhuan.

After the ceremony, he picked up the "Nuwa Thistle" and stood up.

When he looked at the blood-red sword, his expression of struggle became even stronger.

As a swordsman, he certainly understands what kind of state of mind would make a swordsman abandon his sword?

He sighed and picked up the sword, already making a decision in his heart.

Hurrying to Anyang City with the "Nuwa Thistle", Snow Partridge went straight to Zuimeng Tower.

Regardless of the wounds on his body, he took out the Nuwa thistle, took care of Hua Xiner and drank it.

At night, Hua Xiner had a nightmare.

She sat up in horror, closed her eyes and waved her hands wildly, as if to drive away the bad guys, while shouting: "Mother! No, no..."

The snow partridge that had been guarding Hua Xiner's bed grabbed Hua Xiner's waving hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Hua Xiner opened her eyes. , and then it became quiet.

Three days later, Hua Xiner's poison was cured and her body became healthy, but Xue Partridge's heart died.

Snow Partridge took out Xu Jinhuan's sword in front of Hua Xiner and asked, "Do you recognize this sword?"

Hua Xiner didn't say anything, but Snow Partridge didn't. Keep asking, because there are some things that you don’t need to ask, he already knows.

"I'm leaving."

"Do you really want to leave?"

"I have to leave."

"Definitely ?"

"Definitely."

"I only have you.

"

"I failed. ”

“So what if we lose?” "

"I am not the one who presented you with the antidote. "

Hua Xiner was speechless, she knew that she could not keep him.

After the snow partridge left, Hua Xiner collapsed on the couch and cried bitterly.

However, Snow Partridge did not leave immediately. He knew that once he left, it would be impossible to come back.

He strolled in the courtyard of Zuimeng Tower. Here, he thought of a lot.

He thought of the way Hua Xin looked when he first met her, of the battle with Xu Jinhuan a few days ago, of the "Nvwa Ji" that Xu Jinhuan gave up to, and of Nuwa. Wa Ji thought of Hua Xiner again, and he squatted down holding his head in pain.

Gong Ziqin rarely went out on weekdays. Occasionally when she got tired from practicing the piano, she would be in the yard. Turn around.

She saw a ragged man squatting on the ground from a distance, and suddenly felt a little strange. She walked towards him, and she was surprised to find that the man was Snow Partridge.

Snow Partridge was still wearing the clothes he wore when he fought with Xu Jinhuan. He had noticed someone approaching, so he stood up and found that the appearance of the person was no less than that of Hua Xiner.

He already knew who she was, and saluted: "I guess the girl is..."

Before he finished speaking, Gong Ziqin asked in a trembling voice: "You..." ...You killed him? "

Gong Ziqin stared at the blood-red sword in Xue Partridge's arms, feeling that all her strength had been drained. She thought that if Xu Jinhuan died, it would be her fault.

"Who? "Xue Partridge asked.

"Xu Jinhuan. "Gong Ziqin pinched her index finger with her thumb nail and said the name.

"No. "Xue Partridge shook his head.

Gong Ziqin's anxious heart finally dropped, and her expression returned to normal.

"Actually, I lost that battle. "Xue Partridge said to himself.

"Then why is his sword here with you. "

"He put down his sword and Hua Xiner. "Xue Partridge looked down at Qinxue Sword and said, "I'm not as good as him. ”

It is difficult for a man to admit that he is inferior to another man, but Snow Partridge did it.

However, Gong Ziqin did not care about Snow Partridge’s future. In one sentence, what she cared about was the previous sentence.

"He put down Hua Xiner? "Gong Ziqin asked herself in her heart, and suddenly some joy came to her heart.

Gong Ziqin said: "Can you give me this sword? "

"What is your relationship with him? "Snow Partridge asked the same question as when he fought with Xu Jinhuan.

"I..."

Gong Ziqin lowered her head shyly.

Snow Partridge has already understood that the shyness of women in this world is better than a long dialogue.

"Take it. "

Gong Ziqin took the sword excitedly, looked at it carefully, and found that the sword was already rusty.

"This..." she asked: “Why is it rusty? "

"I don't know. The Snow Partridge sighed: "The sword has a spirit. Maybe it already knows that its owner doesn't want it anymore." ”

Gong Ziqin seemed to understand, but he still couldn’t hide his joy at getting this sword.

With this sword, he will definitely come back to me

But she was wrong after all.