Chapter 12 Festival

Shen Jinyu lowered his head and stared straight at the kneeling futon.

The three masters of the three sects stood aside quietly. Zhao Zijing, the master of the Yunshan Sword Sect, listened to Duan Cang's speech and stretched out his hand to touch his beard. He felt impatient in his heart. He has to say the same thing every year. Are you annoyed? Hurry up and finish my sentence. The little lady who just passed by is still waiting.

Yuan Fei, the owner of the Xiufeng Knife, silently looked at Shen Jinyu's thin back and shook her head. She was also a woman. Seeing Shen Jinyu grow up without a father and a mother, she couldn't help but feel distressed. Duan Cang's words were perfect, But in the past seventeen years, he has taken good care of Shen Jinyu, and now Shen Jinyu will not be regarded as a disaster star and a thorn in the flesh by the people in Changlin. It's not like he doesn't know how Shen Jinyu got here in these years. Do you allow his disciples to humiliate him wantonly?

Zhou Yifeng, the leader of the Tianchao Sword Sect, has always been Duan Cang’s flatterer. The Tianchao Sect was just a small sect in a small town far in the south. If Duan Cang hadn’t promoted him, he wouldn’t have been able to become the leader of Changlin. As the master of the three gates, he always regarded Duan Cang's words as an imperative order.

The three sect masters each had their own concerns and were waiting for Duan Cang to complete the ceremony.

After he finally finished reciting, he knelt down and patted Shen Jinyu on the shoulder as if he were an elder, "Jinyu, your parents, Quanxia Youzhi, will definitely protect you. Practice your sword well, and follow Uncle Duan in whatever you want to do in the future." "Uncle Duan promises you that whether you serve as an official in the court, act as a chivalrous man, or travel around the mountains and rivers as a wandering crane, uncle Duan will support you."

Shen Jinyu did not answer, but still lowered his head. Several people were used to it, because Shen Jinyu was like this every year during the festival. She was in a bad mood and refused to speak.

After talking about this, several people went out one after another.

When Shen Jinyu was the only one left in the ancestral hall, he slowly raised his head that had been lowered. The confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, and was replaced by a haze that was too thick to dissolve.

The sun's shadow moved westward, the light in the ancestral hall was slowly taken away by the sun, and Shen Jinyu's back was gradually submerged in darkness.

When it was completely dark, Shen Jinyu, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly moved his hands. He picked up the lotus knife that had been put aside, and opened the scabbard with his long fingers. The bright light of the knife shone in the dark ancestral hall. Casting a light and shadow. Shen Jinyu put the knife in front of him, reached out and touched a loose spar on the scabbard. He pinched the spar, pressed it down and dragged it, and a small groove appeared. It was revealed that there was a circle of soft silk lying inside, only the size of two fingers.

Shen Jinyu reached out and took out the soft silk cloth, unfolded it, and saw densely written words on both sides of the silk cloth, which turned out to be a knife manual.

This sword manual was accidentally discovered when Shen Jin was thirteen years old. He originally thought it was some precious sword manual that his father had hidden in the scabbard, but it took him a year of practice to discover that this sword manual was Every move and style of Pu Pu restrains Duan Cang's Divination Yuan Sword Technique.

Duan Cang's Bu Yuan Dao combines the sword techniques of hundreds of schools and is unpredictable. Before he succeeded the village owner, he was Changlin's teacher, specializing in teaching Bu Yuan Dao. After becoming the owner of the village, Bu Yuan Dao was widely spread and became a The first sword under Chang Lin's sword.

Why did his father want to restrain the Bu Yuan Dao seventeen years or more ago? This is a mystery that Shen Jinyu has been unable to solve in the past few years. He faintly began to feel that the death of his parents might not be that simple. .

Qi Yue hasn't seen Shen Jinyu all day. Today is the memorial day of his parents. He must be in a bad mood to compare with him. In the evening, Qi Yue brought some food and waited on the way back to the dormitory from the ancestral hall. .

It was a cold night. Qi Yue sat on a rock and waited for who knows how long. When his hands and feet were so cold that he could no longer feel anything, a familiar sound of footsteps suddenly sounded behind him. Qi Yue turned around and saw Shen Jinyu standing behind.

Qi Yue finally waited for him and couldn't help but laugh, "You're back!"

She wanted to stand up, but because she had been sitting for too long and the weather was too cold, her legs were already so cold that they began to feel numb and weak. She could barely stand up but couldn't control her body and fell down. Seeing this, Shen Jinyu hurried over to help her. He stopped her, and as soon as his hand touched Qi Yue's hand, she was startled.

"Why are your hands so cold?" After saying that, he suddenly realized something and asked tentatively, "How long have you been waiting here?"

"Hey, my feet are numb," Qi Yue grabbed Shen Jinyu's arm and slowly sat back down, "I don't know how long it's been, I came here just after dinner,"

Shen Jinyu frowned, squatted down and sat next to Qi Yue, "Are you stupid? Why are you waiting here for me when it's so cold at night?"

"Now," Qi Yue beat his numb calf with one hand, and took out an oil paper bag from his arms with the other hand and handed it to Shen Jinyu, "You have been staying in the ancestral hall all day, and I can't disturb you. I can only wait for you on the only way back to your house,"

Shen Jinyu took the oil paper bag and opened it. Inside was a small portion of crispy pork. Because it was wrapped in oil paper and Qi Yue kept it in his arms, even after waiting for so long, the small crispy pork was It's always warm.

"You..." Shen Jinyu looked at the small piece of crispy meat in his hand, and something suddenly seemed to be choking in his throat. He spoke with some difficulty, "How do you know I like to eat?" He recalled that he had just met Qi. Yue's cold hands were so cold, but they didn't let the little crispy meat get cold.

Shen Jinyu has never been treated with such care.

Qi Yue replied with an expression of "Of course I know", "I eat with you every day. As long as there is this crispy pork in the dishes every day, you will definitely eat it. Can I not know? Eat it quickly, it will get cold in a while."

She could guess what he liked to eat.

Shen Jinyu reached out and picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. Although the warm crispy meat was not as crispy, it was still delicious. There seemed to be a little more sweetness in the aftertaste, and even he himself didn't realize it. , a faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When Shen Jinyu finished eating the small crispy pork, Qi Yue smiled with satisfaction, "You must be hungry,"

Shen Jinyu nodded, carefully folded the oil paper and held it in the palm of his hand, "Have you practiced sword practice today?"

"Practice, I practiced for a while while I was waiting for you." Qi Yue's legs were finally not so numb. She took back her hand and rubbed her cold fingers, "When I was young, my grandfather told me that after death, people will Fly into the sky and turn into stars to protect your family on the ground. When you miss them, raise your head and look at the night sky. The brightest star you see is the person you miss the most."

On late autumn nights, there is only a lonely moon in the night sky, and occasionally a few scattered stars give off a faint light.

Qi Yue looked at the night sky, the faint light of the stars fell in her eyes, feeling a little lonely.
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