A few days later, in the northern courtyard of the Howling Sword Hall.
It was another spring morning. When the sun fell on the windowsill and the birds outside the house sang on the wall, the young lady of the Situ family woke up.
Today was no different from yesterday. Situ Yunmeng got out of bed and stepped lightly on the slightly cool ground. She placed her hands on her abdomen and slowly and elegantly walked toward the dressing table. Beauties had always liked white and light yellow. At this moment, she was wearing a white muslin on the outside, which faintly revealed her snow-like skin. Inside, she was wearing an apricot tube top, which tightly outlined the charming curves of her chest. Her flawless white skirt reached her ankles, and her beautiful hair was draped over her waist like a waterfall. Such attire fully revealed the wonderful beauty of her figure.
Yun Meng sat down in front of the dressing table and looked at the sunlight outside the window. Her tender eyes were filled with endless longing. Liu Yue's slender brows were filled with sadness. She gently stroked the string of blue jade beads on her right hand. Her delicate and fragrant hand was like a white orchid. She frowned and thought for a long time with a heavy heart. Then, she looked at the bronze mirror on the dressing table and saw a beautiful face in it. With a frown like a willow moon, jade-like eyes like autumn eyes, curly eyelashes that were loved by all living beings, cherry lips that were pitiful when one saw them, gentle expression that intoxicated one's heart, and a fragrant and wonderful body that mesmerized one's soul, which man would not be moved by them?
However, Yun Meng was already used to her worried look. She picked up a peach wood comb on the dressing table and brushed her long hair, which was as clear as spring water, to her chest. She combed her hair carefully in front of the mirror. As she combed her hair, fragrant tears fell on her hair. The person in the mirror was already misty with tears.
It had been eight years. Every time she combed her hair, looked up at the starry sky, and played the zither solo, tears would fall uncontrollably. No matter how many days her clothes were covered in tears, no matter how many nights her tears sparkled, this woman had never stopped waiting, never stopped missing.
The spring breeze brushed the orchids, the summer rain fell the lotuses, the autumn frost hit the chrysanthemums, and the winter snow reflected the plum blossoms. In the blink of an eye, eight years had passed. Who would remember the oath they had made back then?
Just as she was thinking about him, Yun Meng suddenly felt a familiar aura approaching her. She even thought that it was just an illusion. However, after a long time, that feeling didn't disappear. Yun Meng was overjoyed. There was a faint trace of joy and a faint trace of hatred on her beautiful face. Thus, she wiped away the bitter tears on her pretty face and began to carefully dress herself up.
On this bright spring day, Han Ye came to the Howling Sword Hall and went to pay his respects to his parents 'graves. However, he did not greet any of the Howling Sword Hall disciples. At this moment, he was already sitting on the roof of the main hall in the north garden, looking down at the sea of flowers in the courtyard. He suddenly felt a little tired, so he leaned his body against the roof tiles and took a sip of the Drunken Immortal Wine in the wine bag in his right hand. His lonely eyes were filled with a faint impulse.
Should he go down to see her without any scruples?
Or should he wait until he understood how she felt before appearing?
Just as Han Ye was hesitating, Yun Meng had already left the boudoir and walked into the flowers in the courtyard. Looking at her from afar, she was dressed in a pure white gauze dress that wrapped around her delicate body. The front of her dress revealed her apricot yellow tube top, and a light yellow ribbon was tied between her waist. Her skirt was also pale yellow in color, and it was five inches above her lotus feet. The beauty placed a pair of elegant hands on her abdomen. The transparent soft white ribbon on her delicate arms was like a warm fairy cloud. The black hair on her soft shoulders was like a waterfall from the nine heavens! Other than that, she was also wearing a pair of white earrings. Two locks of black hair followed the earrings and reached to her jade-like chest, moving slightly with the rise and fall of her jade-like chest.
Yun Meng walked elegantly in the flower path. When she was still, she was like a delicate flower shining on the water. When she moved, she was like a weak willow supporting the wind. Her jade eyes were filled with love, and her lotus steps were blooming. When she arrived at the pavilion in the middle of the flowers, she sat on a stone bench in the pavilion. There was a red xylophone on the stone table in front of the stone bench, which was the instrument that Yun Meng often played. Yun Meng rolled up her sleeves and used her white sleeves to wipe off the dust on the zither. Then, she began to play the zither with emotion. When the strings were strummed together, who knew who would sing?
"She…has probably forgotten about me?”Han Ye stared blankly at Situ Yunmeng, who was like a fairy from the nine heavens. Listening to her leisurely zither music, he suddenly felt that he, a person with such a poor life, was completely defiling Yunmeng.
Hmph, what playmate? What oath? The oath of Green Mountain was just a joke.
Han Ye drank a mouthful of immortal wine sadly. The wine was wrapped in the fragrance from Yun Meng's side, but it only brought him more sorrow and resentment. " Cut off the water with a knife, and the water will flow even more. Raise a glass to drown your sorrows, and you will be even more sorrowful." Han Ye listened to the melody of the zither. The sound was spiraling and made people feel sad. It made Han Ye feel his heart ache and made the man quietly close his clear eyes.
The music became more melancholic, and the person playing the zither was already in a mess. She closed her eyes and frowned, complaining in her heart,"Ye…you said that you would return one day. I have waited for this day, so why haven't you come down yet?”
However, Han Ye did not know. He really did not know. He had been through so much in the treacherous Jianghu that he did not even believe that any relationship could last so long. Otherwise, why would he sit on the roof and drink sadly?
The man in the dark blue chivalrous outfit looked at the beauty playing the zither in the pavilion in the sea of flowers with infatuation. He became more drunk. At this time, the words that Feng Yi and Mi Fei had said to him flashed through his mind, and his heart suddenly became much clearer. He thought to himself with 30% regret and 70% determination,""Yun Meng, if you want, can I…take you with me to the martial world?”Even if everything was just a fantasy, even if everything was just an illusion, Han Ye could no longer control the impulse in his heart as he looked at the woman he missed day and night. He stood up on the roof. No matter how bad the outcome was, he had to get the answer he had never sought before!
Yun Meng had noticed Han Ye's movements because he had been carrying the Bi Spirit Immortal Jade that she had given him. Yun Meng quietly played the zither and tugged at her heartstrings, waiting for the person on the roof to come down and meet him. Her fair cheeks flushed red, and her heart was filled with emotions that kept hitting her delicate soul. The music was already in a mess.
Just as Han Ye was about to jump off the roof, an untimely male voice came from the entrance of North Park.""Yun Meng, I'm here!"
Han Ye had no choice but to jump from the roof of the main hall to another roof to avoid the person's sight. The person who spoke went around the screen wall and appeared in front of Yun Meng.
This person was the son of the Howling Sword Hall's Vice Hall Master Ji, Ji Wenlong. He was tall and wore a crimson coat. He was well-dressed and had a fair complexion. He looked extraordinary and upright. In the eyes of the many disciples of the Howling Sword Hall, he was already the only candidate to be the next hall master.
Han Ye silently looked at Ji Wenlong from the roof. Seeing the decent young man walk towards Yun Meng with a smile, his inferiority complex rose again. Yes, both Ji Wenlong and he grew up with Situ Yunmeng. However, in terms of appearance, Ji Wenlong was handsome while he was delicate. In terms of power, Ji Wenlong was about to become the Hall Master, but he was just a disciple of the King of Hell who was despised by the martial arts world. Although Han Ye didn't have a good impression of Ji Wenlong, who always bullied him when he was young, he was disheartened when he thought that Yun Meng would at least have a good home.
Could it be that he really wanted Situ Yunmeng to follow him and suffer the pain of being surrounded by enemies?
Han Ye couldn't do it. He turned around and shook his head with a bitter smile. The spring wind seemed so bleak, blowing his long hair messily. He drank a mouthful of Drunken Immortal Drink and left this sad place sadly and heartbroken. After leaving the northern courtyard, Han Ye turned back to look at the red wall. Perhaps he should wish Yun Meng a good marriage, but he didn't want that to happen in his heart. He felt helpless and sad, but no one could understand his complicated feelings. The cold wind blew the man's hair, and the man who was drinking had disappeared into the wind.
Han Ye always thought that he would be the most heartbroken, but he did not know that the person in the red wall was even more infatuated than him.
"Night…" Yun Meng closed her eyes in disappointment when she saw Han Ye leave. She stopped playing the zither and her tears fell on the strings. In fact, she did not even look at Ji Wenlong. Her mind was filled with Han Ye's promise and smiling face. Unfortunately, she was reserved and did not ask Han Ye to stay.
Ji Wenlong walked up to Yun Meng and asked with a smile,""What's wrong? Is there something on your mind?"
Yun Meng didn't answer Ji Wenlong's question. She thought that she might be a little selfish. Since Han Ye hated this person, she didn't like him either. However, she looked sad and disappointed.
Ji Wenlong felt like he had been doused in cold water when Yun Meng ignored him despite his enthusiasm. His face turned pale, but he didn't show any anger on his face. He only smiled and said,""Yunmeng, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell me! We've played together since we were young!”
Yun Meng took back her sleeves and placed them in front of her chest. She said gently to Ji Wenlong,""Young master Ji, I've troubled you. I don't wish to speak too much of my worries to someone like you.”
Ji Wenlong was furious when he heard this. He had spent a lot of effort in order to get Yun Meng. On one hand, he had won over the disciples of the sect, and on the other hand, he had deceived Hall Master Situ and his father. At least half of the Howling Sword Hall was now in his hands. This delicate beauty actually dared to go against his will, which made him furious. He stepped forward angrily and grabbed Yun Mengrou's boneless hand. He raised his eyebrows and said,"Si, Tu, Yun, Meng! Let me tell you! Now, I'm the true head of the Howling Sword Hall. If I get angry, I can even exterminate the Howling Sword Hall! You'd better be obedient!"
Yun Meng's body was sensitive, so her face turned slightly red when Ji Wenlong grabbed her hand. However, she frowned and closed her eyes. A strong gust of wind blew out from her body. The wind didn't seem strong, but it was strong enough to fill the gazebo and push Ji Wenlong out. Then, Yun Meng opened her eyes and put her hand back into her arms."I don't want to hurt you, but please don't be so aggressive…Even if I don't have him in my heart, I won't agree to your rude request.”
"Damn it!" Ji Wenlong knew that he couldn't defeat Situ Yunmeng, who had a special technique, so he pointed at the door angrily and said,"You've been thinking about that trash, but he's not thinking about you at all! He had fallen. He used the name of the King of Hell to do bad things everywhere. He had already become another demon!”Then, he said to Yun Meng righteously,""Your father and my father are brothers, so we should be married!”
Yun Meng lowered her eyes and stared at the mahogany zither. Her right hand was still in front of her chest."Even if he has become a devil, I have no regrets…Forcing a marriage alliance with you will only cause trouble.”After saying that, Yun Meng brushed the strings with her sleeves and stood up. She placed her hands on her abdomen and said to Ji Wenlong,""Please go back. Yun Meng doesn't want to hurt anyone.”
"Good!" Ji Wenlong laughed angrily and nodded fiercely."One day, you will regret what you said today. Si. Tu. Yun. Meng!”Ji Wenlong knew that he couldn't get Yun Meng now, so he stormed out of the northern courtyard.
After Ji Wenlong left, Yun Meng finally heaved a sigh of relief. She gently caressed the blue jade bead on her wrist, her eyebrows raised and her eyes filled with sorrow."Ye, didn't you come here to see me because of the oath you made back then? Is it because you have someone else in your heart? If it's just because you don't want to stay here, then take me with you. As long as you're willing, you'll be willing to go through all kinds of dangers…"
Unfortunately, the two of them had fallen in love with each other, and Yun Meng could only walk towards her room quietly.
As for Ji Wenlong, although he had left the northern courtyard, he had not gone far. He looked at the red wall of the northern courtyard with hatred and clenched his fists angrily."Han Ye! You trash! As long as you're here, Yun Meng won't marry me! Therefore, you must die!" Thinking of this, he waved his hand. Soon, seven figures landed behind him.
"Hall Master, what can I do for you?" The seven elite disciples of the Howling Sword Hall knelt down and asked.
"Did that kid come by just now?”Ji Wenlong said coldly.
"Yes!" The leader of the seven disciples said,""You asked this subordinate to keep an eye on the north courtyard at all times, so this subordinate did not dare to relax. That kid has indeed been here.”
"Alright, disguise yourself and follow him. Find an opportunity…Ka!”As he spoke, Ji Wenlong made a beheading gesture at the seven disciples and said in a gloomy tone,""Also, you can't let anyone know that you're my people. If this matter gets out, you won't be able to keep your lives. Do you understand?”
The seven disciples looked at each other, then lowered their heads and said to Ji Wenlong,"Understood, Hall Master!"
"Let's go." Ji Wenlong waved his red sleeves, and the seven disciples turned into seven figures and scattered in all directions.
Then, Ji Wenlong stood by the red wall for a while more before he finally smiled sinisterly."Han Ye, you useless piece of trash, I must get rid of you this time! You're carrying the name of the King of Hell. Sooner or later, you'll die. Otherwise, you'd better die as soon as possible! Hmph hmph hmph!"
When Ji Wenlong thought of this, his expression finally became better. He imagined how he would humiliate Situ Yunmeng after marriage as he walked out of the Howling Sword Hall proudly…
As for Han Ye, he had been away from the Howling Sword Hall for several days. Because of Yun Meng, he had been depressed. Even with good wine in hand, it was difficult to dispel his worries.
After leaving the Howling Sword Hall, Han Ye felt as if he had lost his way, so he walked aimlessly outside. There was no wind today, and the sun hanging high in the sky made the weather slightly hot. Han Ye walked on the main road for a long time. Although he could still drink a little wine when he was thirsty, he felt a little tired both physically and mentally."Should I find a place to rest?”
As he thought about it, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He saw a tea stall on the right side of the main road not far ahead. Although he was not thirsty, he could still go in and have a cup of tea and rest for a while. Therefore, Han Ye quickened his pace and hurried into the tea stall.
The tea stall was built with wood and there were four sets of square tables and wooden chairs. Two of the tables were already occupied, and one of the tables was occupied by two middle-aged men dressed as merchants. Their large bags were placed beside the wooden chairs. It seemed that they were going elsewhere to do business. Sitting at the other table were three frivolous men dressed in the uniform of the Eight Trigrams School. They put their feet on the chairs and talked loudly about some boring Jianghu stories. They looked very sloppy. The tea-brewing place was located on the left side of the wooden shed. The owner of the tea-stall was an old woman in her sixties. At this moment, she was leisurely brewing tea there.
Han Ye was a little suspicious at first, so he found a remote table and sat down. He stared at the old woman at the tea stall and said,""Old man, bring me a pot of tea."
The old woman seemed to be old and had poor hearing, but she could hear some sounds. She tilted her head and asked,"Young man, what did you just say?"
When Han Ye heard this, he gradually relaxed his vigilance against the old man, so he said to her calmly and slightly loudly,""Please bring me a pot of tea."
"Good! Wait a moment, hehe." The old woman saw that the handsome young man was not bad, so she happily prepared tea.
When someone sat in, the merchants and young men would always take a few glances, but when they saw that it was not an acquaintance, they continued to talk about their own matters. The tea stall was quite lively, but Han Ye only felt lonely. He had been alone for so many years. When he went to see Yun Meng today, he couldn't bear to part with her. However, he could do nothing except to be sad and drink.
When the tea was served, Han Ye picked up the cup filled with tea and sniffed it. There was nothing unusual. He took out a silver needle from his pocket and put it into the cup at a speed that ordinary people could not detect. When he pulled it out, there was nothing unusual. Han Ye put away the silver needles and drank his tea. He smelled the warm and faint fragrance of the tea, but his clear eyes were looking at the forest on the other side of the road in a daze. No one knew what he was thinking about.
At this moment, a light and pleasant song came from the main road. It was a clear and slightly tender female voice. The pitch of the voice was gentle, like the chirping of orioles and swallows.
When the voice got closer, Han Ye saw a woman. She was petite and wore a blue dress. Her hair was tied into a ponytail with a blue ribbon. Her hair was soft and bright, her eyes were bright, her eyelashes were curved, and her red lips were small.
Han Ye looked at the girl and felt that she looked more and more familiar. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized," Wasn't she the cunning female cat burglar that he had met in Luoyang last time?
Indeed, even if she changed her clothes and put on her hair accessories, her pretty little face was very easy to recognize.
When Han Ye saw this, he couldn't help but smile and said,""Enemies really meet on a narrow road!"
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