For example, the duel between Ximen Chuixue and Dugu Yihe.

The most difficult one was Sun Xiuqing.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see the affection between her and Ximen Chuixue. Unfortunately, fate was playing a trick on them.

She asked Ximen Chuixue, "Can you not go?

I'm afraid that you'll hurt my master, and I'm also afraid that my master will hurt you! "

Ximen Chuixue replied, "No."

She asked her master Dugu Yihe, "Master, please don't go. If something happens to you, what will happen to Xiuqing?

What will happen to Emei? "

Dugu Yihe patted his disciple's shoulder, "Xiuqing is already a big girl. If I … leave Emei to you, I'll be relieved.

There's only one thing you need to pass down, don't look for Xi Men Chui Xue for revenge, I was willing to compete with him. "

Even Sun Xiuqing couldn't persuade the two of them, let alone other people. The martial arts competition began as scheduled.

Shangguan Xueer stood on tiptoe beside Yang Muzhi, but she couldn't see anything. She asked, "What are they doing?

Neither of them is moving. "

Yang Muzhi replied, "They're dueling with swords."

The little girl pulled his sleeve, "It's boring to duel with swords.

I heard from my little cousin, oh, Lu Xiaofeng, that it was my sister, Shangguan Feiyan, who killed Princess Danfeng. Is he telling the truth? "

Golden Roc died early, Shangguan Mu, who used the alias of Hosho, committed suicide, Shangguan Danfeng was killed, and Shangguan Feiyan committed suicide.

In the end, only Shangguan Xueer was left in the Shangguan family, which made people reluctant to answer.

"It's true. Where are you going in the future?

What should we do? "Yang Muzhi rubbed her hair and asked.

The little girl, who had always been mischievous, lowered her head, "Can I worship you as my master?

I want to study medicine. "

Unexpectedly, Yang Muzhi shook his head. "I promised someone that I would only accept one disciple in my lifetime."

Shangguan Xueer said in a muffled voice, "Then your disciple must be very lucky. You should know that I don't need you. At worst, I'll just go under Emei's wing. They've always been kind to orphans."

Yang Muzhi couldn't bear to see the little girl sad. He tapped her nose and said, "Orphan girl?

An orphan girl with wealth comparable to a nation? "

It turned out that Huo Tianqing kept his word and returned the wealth that his master, Yan Tieshan, owed to Shangguan Xueer, the only descendant of the Shangguan family.

Since then, Huo Tianqing no longer existed in Jianghu.

Hua Manlou, who was standing beside Yang Muzhi, was looking at the two top-notch swordsmen who were having a duel. However, his ears were listening to the person beside him. When he heard Yang Muzhi say, "I promised someone that I would only accept one disciple in my life," he felt a little sour in his heart.

Even though he knew that Hua Manlou preferred men, that Xiaoyan was still an obstacle in his heart.

While he was in a daze, the result of the fight was out.

Ximen Chuixue won, and Dugu Yihe was stabbed in the chest.

The scene was chaotic. Sun Xiuqing rushed up and shouted, "Mr. Yang!

Mr. Yang, come quickly!

Help! "

Yang Muzhi heard her call and hurried forward. However, the angle of the sword was too tricky, and there was no way to save him.

Dugu Yihe was very calm. He gave the Emei Token, which represented his identity as the head of the sect, to Sun Xiuqing and told her, "There is a time to live and a time to die.

I can finally see the late king and master. Isn't it a relief?

Xiuqing, don't be too sad, okay? "

Sun Xiuqing held the Emei Token in her hand and was already crying. She was an orphan girl who was adopted by her master and brought to Mount Emei to learn martial arts.

Her master was her father, her faith, and a big tree that sheltered her.

How could she not be sad?

Yang Muzhi retreated from the crowd. The scene was too sad for him to bear, but he didn't expect that the person he was looking for was right next to him.

Hua Manlou put his arm around his waist and gently covered his eyes. "Don't look."

The grief in his heart seemed to be soothed. Yang Muzhi nodded and obediently let himself be hugged.

The scene froze.

A mundane thing happened.

Not to mention the missing Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou and Yang Muzhi could finally return to Hundred Flowers Tower to live their peaceful days.

The happiest person was Hua Ping. They hadn't seen each other for half a month, so he was very excited and ran up and down to pour tea.

Hua Manlou smiled and pushed away the tea brought by Hua Ping. He personally poured tea for Yang Muzhi and handed it over.

"Aiya, Hua Manlou.

I'm used to drinking tea poured by you, so I can't drink other people's tea. What if you're not here in the future? "

Yang Muzhi realized that Hua Manlou had already penetrated every bit of his life since he was enlightened.

For example, he didn't know when, as long as he was with him, he would never drink tea poured by others. He really didn't know if he was overbearing or affectionate.

Hua Manlou, who was tasting tea, smiled and put the elegant teacup on the table in front of him. "Muzhi, you worry too much. How can I not be here?"

After staring at him for a while, Yang Muzhi smiled.

This person was really a wonderful person. Before he said it, he called him "Brother Yang", but after he said it, he immediately changed it to "Muzhi".

It was really likable.

Hua Manlou waved his fan and smiled lightly. "Muzhi, you're looking at me again."

Yang Muzhi said righteously, "I like to look."

After saying that, he put down the teacup and ran up to the third floor. He kept the poison-resistant flower that Shangguan Xueer gave him on the third floor. He studied it for a few days but didn't find anything different.

He was getting more and more curious and would look at it for a while every day.

Hua Manlou didn't know what to feel, but he made a "tsk" sound and followed him upstairs. As expected, that person was looking at the flower. "Speaking of which, Muzhi still doesn't know the species of this flower. Why don't we give it a name?"

"Give it a name?

That sounds fun. "

After saying that, he seemed to think of something interesting and faced Hua Manlou. "I think Hua Manlou's name is very fun."

"Muzhi, what do you think?"

"What's the name of the eldest son of the Hua family?"

"Hua Man Xuan."

"What about the second son?"

"Flowery Pavilion."

… …

After asking for the names of Hua Manlou's six brothers, he clapped his hands. "Don't the last two words add up to Xuan Xielang Fang and Pavilion Building?

Just from the name alone, I know that the Hua family must occupy a large area. "

Yang Muzhi said proudly. Hua Manlou smiled. "I didn't know when Muzhi paid so much attention to me and my brothers."

With a low laugh, Yang Muzhi turned around. "Hua Manlou, there are many things you don't know.

It's getting late. I'll leave first. "

For some reason, he was about to leave. Hua Manlou stopped him halfway. "Where are you going?

Let's go together. "

Who knew that Yang Muzhi would dodge. "I'm going back to the shop. I'll be back soon."

Come back? He said it as if Baihua Tower was his home.

Hua Manlou generously stepped aside and made a "do as you please" gesture.

Hua Ping, who was sweeping on the first floor, couldn't help but come upstairs and ask, "Young master, do you still need me to prepare lunch for Sir?"

No one answered him. After half a cup of tea's time, Hua Ping retreated.

No answer meant yes. It seemed that there was no need to ask such questions in the future. He just needed to prepare it well.

When Yang Muzhi returned to the shop, there weren't many customers. The waiter, who was helping to look after the shop, rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Eh?

Sir?

Sir, you're back? "

The waiter was a slow person, but he could keep his composure. Yang Muzhi liked people like him. He asked him, "Did anything happen in the shop while I was away?"

He fumbled around and took out a letter from the account book. The waiter respectfully handed it over.

There was nothing written on the envelope, but at first glance, one could tell that it was extraordinary.

It was top-grade Fuyang paper, made with the oldest and most traditional papermaking process. The paper was thin, as tough as silk, and it was of high quality.

After opening it, there was a gilded raft with even better texture, with a faint peach blossom fragrance. There were a few lines of beautiful regular script on it.

Yang Muzhi smiled. He didn't know that he would receive a letter from Ouyang Qian. He immediately picked up the brush and wrote a letter back to her.

He didn't have the patience to deal with the shop's accounts, so he went back to his room and put down the guqin bag on his back. He took out the guqin and sword inside and carefully wiped them.

At that time, the guqin and sword that his master gave him were not the same set. They were the Ying Que Guqin and the Green Jade Flowing Sword.

At that time, his master said, "If you treat people, don't use the sword. If you treat people, don't use the guqin."

It felt like a lifetime ago, but it had already been a lifetime ago.

With a sigh, Yang Muzhi wrapped the cleaned guqin and sword back into the guqin bag.

Maybe one day, he would be willing to tell Hua Manlou about their origins, but not now.

In Hundred Flowers Tower, Hua Manlou, who was about to have lunch, asked Hua Ping, who was about to leave, "How many pairs of bowls and chopsticks are there?"

"Young master, there are two pairs."

But only one pair was used. Yang Muzhi didn't come back.

He came back at night to help Hua Manlou with acupuncture.

Hua Manlou smelled the faint peach blossom fragrance on his body and frowned. "Did Muzhi use rouge?

Why is there a girl's peach blossom fragrance on his body? "

Yang Muzhi skillfully inserted the silver needles in his hand. He didn't care much. "Of course I don't use that stuff. I got it when I was reading a letter today."

"A girl's letter?"

"Yes."

The candlelight in the room swayed and was blown out by the wind mixed with water vapor. It was raining outside.

Yang Muzhi put down the silver needles in his hand and was about to light the candles when he touched warm skin.

It was Hua Manlou's hand.

"Since it's raining outside, Muzhi, why don't you stay in the small building? Hua Ping sweeps your room every day."

Perhaps he was bewitched, Yang Muzhi didn't withdraw his hand for a while. It took him a while to speak with this awkward movement.

"Okay."

There was a flash of thunder outside. It was drizzling just now, but now it was pouring. Yang Muzhi threw away the needles in his hand and threw himself into Hua Manlou's arms.

Fortunately, Hua Manlou was only sitting and inserting the needles on his back. Otherwise, this throw would have caused an accident.

He hugged the person in his arms and comforted him. "Muzhi, are you afraid of thunder?"

Yang Muzhi shrank in his arms and nodded softly.

Then he got a tighter hug. Hua Manlou seemed to be telling him with his actions, "It's okay. I'm here. Don't be afraid."

What he didn't know was that Yang Muzhi wasn't born afraid of thunder.

It was when he was five years old. It was also a thunderous day.

When he was hidden in the cupboard by the old housekeeper, he thought it was just a game of hide-and-seek.

But the old housekeeper didn't come to him for a long time. He waited and waited until he finally lost his patience and secretly climbed out of the cupboard.

It was hell on earth.

Overnight, he was the only one left in the Yang family of 123 people.

The bright red blood mixed with the pouring rain. His eyes were full of red.

Later, his master came on a fast horse and helped him collect the coffins of his old friends and took him to the Longsong Gate.

He asked his master why his family was in such a disaster.

His master didn't say anything.

But Yang Muzhi couldn't forget. He couldn't forget the tragic death of his parents. He couldn't forget the red eyes and the rumbling thunder.