Brother, don't make trouble if you lose your memory

Chapter 39

Fushejiang and Shahe slept in the same room.The wooden lattice windows are half open, only the blue-white moonlight leaks in.Fushejiang leaned on the railing and raised her arms. The moonlight coated her hands with a layer of jade-like glaze.It is light green.The round moon is so small, as small as a round, red-yellow tear.Or she can tear off a piece of moonlight at will, send it to the light wind and cloud, and show that person the moon in front of her window.

Shahe was already fast asleep, her peaceful sleeping face looked pure and beautiful, like a vase of porcelain, making one want to smash her to pieces.

"Cold, lonely, listen..."

Fushejiang chewed the name carefully between his lips and teeth, smiled, turned around and rolled onto the bed, dragged his black hair to the floor without paying attention to it.

Cui Shizhen said with a sad face that she was still unable to jump out of the fireworks, but she finally got rid of it and married the most honorable man in Daqi from now on.

Fushejiang bit a strand of her hair, and whispered to herself: "...It may not be that I will be like this for the rest of my life."

She made up her mind, loosened her hair, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, she proposed to leave to the owner of Homecoming Garden.

"Are you really going? Do you still think that this small temple of ours can't accommodate a Bodhisattva like you?" The owner of the Homecoming Garden is named Yu Qilin, a woman with a mysterious identity.At the beginning, she was the one who redeemed Fushejiang from the teaching workshop, and took it with her to raise and teach her.

Facing her questioning, Fushejiang said calmly, "No, I just want to find the path that suits me best."

Yu Qilin's fingers were slender and painted with bright Kodan. She touched Fushejiang's smooth face and smiled, "Oh? What do you think of your path?"

"At least, that's not the case." Fushejiang turned away with a slight smile, showing veins in the hand holding the emerald jade pipa.

The room was silent for a long time, only the smell of incense in the air.Yu Qilin looked at Fushejiang's young side face, and finally said: "I agree. But there is one requirement, to come back at least three times a year."

When I left the Garden of Thinking, it was raining heavily outside.

Fushejiang hurriedly packed up some clothes and jewelry, carried a pipa on her back, and walked into the rain with an umbrella.

Shahe hurriedly chased her out, ignoring that she was getting wet all over, and just pulled her, looking like she was about to cry.

"I'm leaving, you have to be well alone." Fushejiang said to her with a smile.

"Where are you going...why are you leaving?" Shahe's pale gray eyes were filled with tears, and against the reddish circles around her eyes, she looked pitiful.

Fushejiang didn't answer, but just pulled her hand away, his eyes stayed on the enamel Huasheng in her hair, and sighed: "Goodbye."

After speaking, she turned and left firmly.

What kept coming to her mind was the taciturn boy with a little cinnabar on his forehead, standing with a sword in his hand, his clothes fluttering like wings.

Torrential rain.

Fushejiang walked all the way to Dianlefang.

Dian Le Fang is one of the most famous organizations in the martial arts world. It specially recruits women who understand music theory, and grants martial arts related to music theory. Everyone in the workshop uses musical instruments as weapons.Fushejiang knelt outside the gate of Dianlefang for three days and three nights before he got the chance to enter the workshop.

However, after listening to her finish playing a song, the owner of the workshop said calmly: "Seeing off the guests."

"Why? Am I not playing well enough!" Fushejiang stared angrily at the woman with a leisurely face in the hall.

The owner of the workshop glanced at her, shook his head, and said, "My heart is too open, and I have nowhere to go."

Fushejiang's hand holding the pipa was weak for a moment, she knelt down in the hall, tears rolled down her eyes unconsciously.She wiped away her tears, picked up the pipa and left.

Since then, although Fushejiang has been in various music workshops, she has never been able to get a chance to get started.She also refused to go back to the Garden of Thinking, and only performed there three times a year, because this short-lived performance has accumulated a lot of popularity and became the most famous singer in the Garden of Thinking.

But when she went back, she didn't see Shahe.

Yu Qilin raised her fingertips, painted Kodan for herself, and looked at her with pity: "Shahe was redeemed by the owner of Dianle Fang, you can go there to find her."

This was a bolt from the blue for Fushejiang.

It was also raining heavily that day, and she frantically ran towards Dianlefang, her black hair was disheveled, dragged in the muddy water, drenched and embarrassed.

Just when Shahe was about to enter the Dianlefang, someone grabbed her suddenly, and the umbrella fell to the ground.

The rain splashed on the two of them, making them cold and painful.

Fushejiang grabbed her hand more and more tightly, and Shahe's snow-white wrist began to bruise, but she didn't cry out for pain, but looked at Fushejiang with a distorted expression in fear and joy.

"Shejiang... Ah!" Before Shahe could finish her sentence, she was slapped severely, and she fell into the muddy water.She covered her face and raised her head, looking at Fushejiang who was about to cry, she couldn't help but grabbed the corner of her wet skirt.

"what are you doing?"

Fushejiang turned his head to look, and saw Leng Duting holding an umbrella, looking at her indifferently.

Fushejiang smiled slightly, and stepped on Shahe's hand.

"You, this, scum, person." She said word by word in the sound of torrential rain, her voice was charming and deep, but it fell into Shahe's ears as cold as a poisonous snake vomits a letter.

Leng Duting stepped forward a few steps, pushed Fushejiang away, and helped Shahe up.

He took one last look at Fushejiang, with disgust in his eyes: "You'd better stay away from her."

She remembered this look for many years.

That night, Fushejiang hugged the wine jar and passed out drunk in the tavern alone.She was crying in a false dream, but Sha He and Leng Duting didn't walk over, stretching out even a hand to her.

Maybe she was really destined to be this way.

When he woke up, Fushejiang only saw a faint candle on the table, and the woman beside the bed who was holding her emerald pipa, who was dressed in snow-white and shrouded in cold air.

"You have a grudge," she said.

Fushejiang propped himself up from the bed, looked at the woman's charming eyebrows in the firelight, and said with a sneer, "So much hatred, what can I do?"

The woman plucked the strings lightly, with a stroke of energy, and hit the bed behind Fushejiang, showing deep scratches.She put the pipa back in Fushejiang's arms, rolled up a strand of her black hair, and whispered in her ear: "I can let you know that hatred is the most powerful weapon."

"My name is Jiushixue, and I wear the jade chapter Jiushixue."

Jiu Shixue's eyes looked like obsidian under the candlelight, she continued: "Entering my Flower Burial Palace, this hatred will be used to overthrow the world."

"Funeral Flower Palace..."

Fushejiang lowered her eyes, and recalled the scene of Leng Duting and Sha He cuddling together under the rain curtain. She gritted her teeth and grabbed the quilt tightly.

After a long time, she whispered, "Okay."

In the room with carved beams and painted columns, the fragrance is lingering, the pearl curtain is hanging, and the candle is lit in the unique flower-shaped lamp.

On the golden terrace in the middle, there is a jade pendant black hat in the color of snail blue, and a male robe of the same color is pressed under it.

Fushejiang rolled up her hair with both hands, held the black hat, and handed it to her body. Her complexion was pale after removing makeup, and her facial features were elegant.

Jiu Shixue also changed into men's clothes at this time, she was still dressed in snow white, wearing a white jade pendant and black hat, and surrounded by white fox fur.

"From now on, you belong to the Love Burial Palace of the Flower Burial Palace." Jiu Shixue put the black hat on Fushejiang's head and said coldly.

Fushejiang kowtowed as she said, the cold brick floor was as hard as her heart.

At the same time, in the lobby of Dian Lefang, Sha He also knelt on the ground. Her blond hair had grown long, and she was wearing a simple bun, still wearing the enamel Huasheng.

"From now on, you will inherit the position of Yuyin from Dianlefang, and you will be named Poluoqinya."

Shahe kowtowed upon hearing this.

After that, the names of the Twelve Profound Sounds in the martial arts world began to gradually spread in the rivers and lakes of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

The top five are the top five tones in Dianlefang this year - Gongyin, Shangyin, Jiaoyin, Huiyin, and Yuyin.

The rest are all qin players from other sects.

Lan Zeyuan traveled to Fushe River, and appeared as a person from the Flower Burial Palace, ranking seventh among the twelve mysterious sounds.

Strange murder cases also began to appear in the rivers and lakes. The deceased usually burst into blood vessels and died of blood.Therefore, the spearhead basically pointed to the Twelve Xuanyin in the martial arts world.

Mu Ruhang was lying on the railing of the pavilion, holding Jianghu Daily and said, "Ah Leng, this murder case by the sound of the piano is very weird, will Shahe be involved?"

Frowning tightly, Leng Duting was also a little worried: "Even if they didn't do it, if they followed suit, the public opinion would make it difficult for them."

A prophecy.

Finally, Shahe was identified by the survivors of Qinyin's murder case after a performance in the Homeland, and she couldn't argue with it.

"That's the woman! She killed people with the sound of the piano!" The disabled boy who survived pointed at her and yelled madly, instantly pushing her into hell.

However, as more and more survivors escaped, they all agreed that Shahe was the murderer.

Dian Le Fang immediately removed her name, and she faced a situation that was criticized by thousands of people.

"Poluo Qinya of the Twelve Xuanyin is so cruel, she should be killed to avoid future troubles!" Someone suggested this, so Shahe was forced to escape from the glazed city and died in exile.

At that time, Leng Duting had already been named the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the martial arts world.

He finally found Shahe on Mayfly Mountain in Xiangfu and broke her left arm.

That day, Shahe covered her bloody wound, and shouted at him with red eyes: "Listen Lengdu! How could you treat me like this! How could you treat me like this! You said you would never treat me like this! I'm facing swords, liar! You lied to me! Besides, I didn't kill people at all! I didn't kill them! No!"

Leng Duting's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he just turned around and put the sword back into its sheath.

Sha He looked at his back and half-kneeled on the snow.

"I, Poluoqinya, have never lied to you." She said coldly.

The two have since broken up.

Mu Ruhang knew very well that even if the truth of the matter was obscure, with a cold and lonely temperament, he would do such a thing, probably to protect her.

But what he didn't expect was that after that, Leng Duting actually spoke out at the sword world grand meeting, admitting that those who were brutally killed were done by Sha He, in order to keep the name of the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Bie Chufu knew what was going on, and when he heard about it, he was furious and drove Leng Duting out of the mansion.

"From now on, you are no longer my sword ghost's apprentice, get lost!"

One sword breaks grace and righteousness.

Leng Duting knelt in the heavy rain for more than a dozen days and nights, but Mu Ruhang finally couldn't stand it anymore, walked over holding back his anger, and slapped him hard.

He didn't respond, Junxiu's face was flushed, his hair was messy, and his body was muddy.

"Leng Duting, is it worth it for you to do this for her?" Mu Ruhang asked.

He didn't answer.

Seeing Leng Duting still kneeling in the heavy rain like this, Mu Ruhang's heart was about to break.

A month later, he left without a sound.

This was the last time the two met.

After a long time, Mu Ruhang received a letter from Leng Duting.It said that at the Thousand Lantern Festival on August [-]th, he would have a life and death fight with the unknown junior Ren Yichen.

He rushed to Wangjing like crazy, but only had time to see that familiar figure jumping off the cliff of Mayfly Mountain and disappearing into the abyss.

That day, Shahe also went to Mayfly Mountain. When she saw cranes flying by and a thousand red stone lotus lanterns lit up one after another, she was also silent for this wonder that seemed to be made in heaven.

She watched Leng Duting fall off the cliff with her own eyes.

When she boarded Mayfly Mountain, only the indifferent scabbard and a lotus jade pendant with mottled marks were left on the snow.

She took off the lotus jade pendant from the scabbard and held it in her hand like a heavy sigh.

Since then, "The Floating World is Not a Dream" has become a sad piano piece.

The junior who defeated Leng Duting also became the pinnacle of the new generation of swordsmanship - Xueyou Qiandeng Ren Yichen.

After Bie Chufu heard the news of Leng Duting's death, he only sighed.

As for Mu Ruhang, his hair turned white overnight.

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