HBWnovel Chapter 22 Cold Jade
Chapter 22 Cold Jade
Shang Qing had a good time these days.
Ever since he uttered a ruthlessness in the medical class last time, no one dared to trouble him again.Even Ruan Yu, who has always been known for being "gentle and kind", didn't take the initiative to talk to her again.
As for the kendo class, last time he shattered Chifeng Zhenren's light sword one by one, but Chifeng Zhenren was not angry, but asked him the reason curiously.
Shang Qing could only make up a reason: "My meridians are disordered, and the remaining sword energy in my body can't be controlled when I hold the sword. I'm really sorry that I damaged Mr.'s things in vain."
"Oh, it's okay, the things are worthless." Chifeng Daoist waved his hands, but didn't pursue further, "In that case, what should you do with this class?"
Shang Qing: "Sir, you can teach normally, and you don't need to take care of me. I will still go to class as usual. If there is a place where I need to use a sword, I hope you will allow me to use other weapons instead."
Master Chifeng nodded in agreement with Shang Qing's request.
Shang Qing can't use a sword for the time being, but he has developed a habit in his previous life, and now he doesn't forget to take notes in class.
The last time Yan Qi said that Master Chifeng focused on the way of refining weapons, and his understanding of swords might be different from that of ordinary sword cultivators. Shang Qing felt that he should write down some important things and ask Yan Qi for his opinion.
Although he has never seen Yan Qi perform sword moves, but because he can use Yan Linhan's sword, he knows that Yan Qi has some experience in the way of swords.
Shang Qing's notes were beautifully done, and the disciple sitting near him glanced at them by chance, and saw the key points, and some parts were also marked with his experience, so that he could understand it by himself.
It was the first time for these disciples to see such a masterful style in Xianmen, and they immediately felt a little respect.
Then the disciples remembered that last time Shang Qing broke the seven swords with bare hands, which left a deep impression on them.
Therefore, they all felt that Shang Qing was a serious and powerful swordsman.
Later, I didn't know who was the first to start. After class, I ran to ask Shang Qing, if I didn't understand some content in class, could I borrow his notes to take a look.
With the thinking of modern students of Shang and Qing Dynasties, borrowing notes is a very common thing, so I agreed easily.
But for other people, this kind of notes written with a lot of experience is almost equivalent to cheat books.If you don't have a very good relationship in private, you generally don't pass it on to others casually.
Although Shang Qing didn't take it to heart, the person who came to borrow the notes thanked him very much for it.
After coming and going, more people came to borrow notes, and they would also ask him some questions that he didn't understand.
Shang Qing tried to help explain clearly what he could answer, and wrote down what he couldn't answer for a while, and admitted generously: "I didn't think about it. God will tell you."
The disciples felt that although he didn't take the initiative to speak, he never refused other people's questions, and he was very patient and detailed in explaining the problems, so they liked him a lot.
Moreover, he was really good-looking, and sometimes he lowered his eyes to halfway through the explanation, and suddenly raised his eyes and asked if he understood?Those eyes were like rippling autumn water, slightly flooding.
Against the backdrop of the peach blossom-like lip color, it is inevitable that people will be dazzled for a while.
So the disciples couldn't help but sigh with each other in private: "After practicing swords for a long time, even looking at the face has become a bit dull. Back then, I only remembered that Brother Shang broke the sword with his bare hands, but I didn't notice that he looks better than the senior sisters on the peak."
In just a few days, Shang Qing became the most popular existence in the kendo class.
During the two days when there was no class, Shang Qing also made a special trip to Anlefang to invite craftsmen, and expanded the medicine field behind the sword cottage according to Qin Che's instructions.
Originally, there was only one medicine field, but after expansion, it became six sides.
Qin Che said that planting spiritual grass is a matter of chewing too much, and quality is the most important thing. They have few people now, so there is no need to pursue quantity too much.
The last time I went to Hongtai Trading Company to sell spirit herbs, Shang Qing saw that one hundred top-grade spirit herbs can be worth the price of one thousand medium-grade spirit herbs, so he agreed with Qin Che's words very much.
Shang Qing collected all the spiritual herbs that had grown before, and then Qin Che took him and Yan Zhifan to take care of the new medicine field.
After tidying up all the medicine fields from the six directions and planting the spiritual grass seeds, Shang Qing followed Qin Che to practice the "Su Wen Jing", and Yan Zhifan was also taken by Qin Che, and found many Yunyan sword masters from the sword hut. I can't wait to go back and study the kendo experience left behind.
Shang Qing had extracurricular tutoring from an expert like Qin Che, and quickly completed the basic content of the first volume of Su Wen Jing, which was much ahead of the progress of the medical course.
At the same time, he has never forgotten to condense his spiritual breath and temper his body.
Although due to damage to his meridians, his speed of condensing spiritual energy was much slower than before, but it was not completely useless.
Especially after practicing the Su Wen Jing, Shang Qing seemed to feel a little more relaxed when he could feel his spiritual energy condensed.
Everything is slowly getting better, and Shang Qing feels that her efforts are rewarding.
On the fifth night, just as the moon was showing its tip, Yan Qi came back.
He went to the Green Sparrow Garden first, and found that the lights in the main house were not on, and there was no aura floating around, so he knew that Shang Qing was not there.So I turned around and went back to Jinfeng Garden.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the garden, I looked up and saw the shadows of two people reflected on the window.
One of them bowed his head at his desk, while the other leaned slightly and put one hand on the table, as if he was looking at something for him.
Yan Qi gently pushed the door open and went in, seeing Shang Qing lowering his head, explaining to Yan Zhifan the homework left by his master in today's kendo class.
Hearing the movement, Shang Qing turned around and looked back.
The light flickered slightly, and his star-like eyes shone brightly, like a spring breeze, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
He hasn't spoken yet, but his expression is more vivid than his words.
Yan Qi's heart throbbed suddenly, and he wanted to give him a hug.
"Ah, Yan Qi, you're back, why have you been home these few days?" Yan Zhifan also put down his pen and looked up at Yan Qi.
"Go back and get some things." Yan Qi took out two storage bags and put one of them in front of Yan Zhifan, "Your mother asked me to bring them here, she loves you, and asked the cook at home to make a lot of snacks and snacks , I’m afraid it’s enough for you to eat for half a year.”
Yan Zhifan cheered and opened the storage bag happily.
Yan Qi turned sideways again, and put another storage bag into Shang Qing's hand: "It's for you, I asked them to make an extra copy. The cooking skills of the cooks at home are learned from the palace in a serious manner, and they are more expensive than Tianwailou. More authentic, you should like it."
Shang Qing's face became slightly hot, and he whispered thank you.
Thinking of her usual habit of craving sweets, Yan Qi always remembered it clearly, and even made a special trip to bring something for herself from home.
Yan Qi saw a layer of light pink floating on his snow-white cheeks, like snow falling on flowers and branches, it was really pretty.
"Come with me, I have something for you." Yan Qi leaned in front of Shang Qing and whispered to him.
He deliberately lowered his tone of voice, and unintentionally made a quiet and provocative voice between his words.
After speaking, he naturally grabbed Shang Qing's wrist and led him towards the outside of the house.
At this moment, night falls, the moonlight is bright and clear, like water and sky.
There was no one else walking around in the entire Sword Hut, only the buzzing of insects and the rustling of grass and trees in the ears.
Shang Qing was led by Yan Qi, crossed the trail under the pine, walked past the green walls and green tiles.
Shang Qing didn't know where Yan Qi was going to take him, but he could only feel his body temperature coming from his wrist, as cold as the moonlight.
Turning another corner, Yan Qi stopped, and Shang Qing was suddenly attracted by the scene in front of him.
Among the green pines and green cypresses, under the cold moonlight, there are several bright weeping green peaches planted in the backyard.
The peach branches are lightly swinging, and the peach blossoms are trembling slightly, like a beautiful woman with a light and agile figure. In the cool and quiet atmosphere, it is a spring of its own.
Shang Qing didn't often go to the backyard, so he didn't know there was such a place in Longyuan Peak.
He was fascinated by it for a while, and suddenly had an inexplicable idea, wanting to sit on the soft branches surrounded by moonlight and flowers.
Shang Qing has always been very confident in his lightness kung fu, if he goes up, he will definitely be able to step on the highest branch.
He turned his face sideways, his eyes sparkled, and he said excitedly to the people beside him: "Yan Qi, do you want to...?"
Before he finished speaking, Yan Qi had already seen his thoughts, and the smile on his lips revealed a bit of helplessness and indulgence: "Come on, hold my hand firmly."
"Huh?" Before Shang Qing had time to speak, he felt his feet lighten, and his whole body floated up like a flying bird.
Yan Qi raised his hand to wrap around Shang Qing's waist, and with a light movement, he made a soft arc in mid-air, and landed on the top of the peach tree together with him in the blink of an eye.
The soft peach branches are only slightly pressed down, as if there are not two young people on them, but a pair of light birds.
"Chengfeng Curse? You are so powerful." Shang Qing exclaimed, "I wanted to bring you up just now, but it seems that I don't need it."
Surprised, Shang Qing was a little bit regretful, he originally wanted to show Yan Qi his lightness kung fu, but he didn't expect Yan Qi to even learn the Wind Riding Curse.
The Riding Wind Curse is the same as the Yujian Jue. It is a difficult technique, and most people have to wait until they have formed a golden core to learn it.
Yan Qi heard this, and suddenly asked seriously: "Then let's go down, you come again?"
"Pfft." Shang Qing couldn't help laughing, and felt that Yan Qi's serious look was a little cute, "That's not necessary, I will show you my lightness kung fu when I have a chance next time."
Two people sit side by side on the peach blossom branch, the moonlight is cold and the breeze is blowing.
As the night breeze blew gently, pieces of pink petals were brought up and fell on the sleeves and shoulders of the two of them, like a rain of flowers. It was so beautiful that there was a soft light in front of them, hazy.
"Just now I was under the tree and thought, it must be beautiful to sit here and look at the moon." Shang Qing was blessed with the blessing of the Wind Riding Mantra, and at this moment, he was shaking his feet unconsciously on the flower branch.
Yan Qi saw under the moonlight, among the flowers, the hem of the man's clothes was swaying slightly, and his long hair was slightly lifted by the wind.
Jumping and agile, like an elf who has strayed into the mortal world in the empty mountains and valleys.
Just like back then, the first meeting under the peach blossom tree before they got to know each other.
Yan Qi took out a rectangular jade box from his sleeve, with the silver sword pattern of Yan's Tianjian Lake engraved on the side, and he handed the jade box to Shang Qing: "Want to see it now?"
All in all, this was his first official forging of a weapon. Although he put all his heart into it, he didn't know if he could make it clear.
Yan Qi wanted to laugh at himself, but when things came to an end, he became nervous like a young man who was just getting into the world.
Shang Qing held the jade box in his hand, his fingertips trembled a little when he opened it.
There is a flute quietly placed in the box. The body of the flute seems to be carved from ice and snow. After careful inspection, it is found that it is made of a whole section of well-proportioned bamboo joints.
The bamboo joints are polished very carefully, and the touch is moist and slightly cool, without a trace of stagnation.
After being forged by other treasures of heaven, material and earth, the aura is overflowing, and a layer of faint white light floats on the flute, which is extremely radiant.
Holding the flute in his hand, Shang Qing was really flattered, with mixed feelings for a moment, he didn't know how to thank Yan Qi.
Did Yan Qi prepare this flute for himself these few days after he left?Just because of the chat that night, I inadvertently mentioned that I like white flutes, how much effort did it take to find all the materials, and forge such a flute as ice and jade?
Shang Qing raised his head, his eyes were wet and glowing: "You are so kind to me, how can I repay your kindness?"
Seeing his eyes reflecting water, Yan Qi became a little flustered.
When he saw Shang Qing cry before, he only saw that once, and felt that his heart was pierced by many sharp knives, and never wanted to see him shed a single tear.
"My kindness to you is not to make you pay me back." Yan Qi coaxed him softly, "I want to make you happy, if it makes you cry, it will backfire."
Hearing what he said, Shang Qing realized that there were tears in her eyes, blinked quickly, suppressed the mist in her eyes, and broke through her tears into a smile: "I didn't cry, I was just too happy."
"That's good." Yan Qi breathed a sigh of relief.
"I like this flute very much." Shang Qing lowered his eyes and stroked the flute in his hand carefully, "Since you gave it to me, then you can give it a name."
Seeing Shang Qing lowering his eyebrows and stroking the flute gently, Yan Qi felt a slight fever in his heart.
He said, "Han Yu."
"Is it cold jade? It's really nice." Shang Qing read these two words and looked at the flute in his hand.
Yan Qi's eyes were soft, as if the frost had melted slightly.
In the two words that seem to fit the appearance of the flute itself, there is actually a little selfishness hidden in him.
May the cold jade be like a thousand-year-old bamboo.
Peace and peace, long and long.
May people be like this, things like this, and love like this.