Sealing Sword Chapter 69: Snow in the snow

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Er Niang is a quiet woman.

She was dressed in white, with loose long hair, pale complexion, and faint look. Only the corners of her eyes and lips were scarlet, which made her look coquettish. At first glance, she looked like a grudge.

She was taciturn, and Ye Fusheng would naturally not be bored. After simply asking a few questions, the two of them walked the road peacefully, passing through the plum blossom forest that had not yet bloomed, and came to the courtyard gate.

Ye Fusheng looked at this small courtyard, and it looked a lot newer than the Liufeng Residence next to it, and it should have been built later.

Liufengju was where Shen Wuduan lived back then. There shouldn't be any Fuxueyuan at that time. Why did he want to set up another courtyard next to his residence?

I heard Erniang say that Qin Liurong stayed with Shen Wuyou in Liufengju after entering the Hundred Ghosts, and later moved to Qingxu Xiaozhu. Therefore, although Fuxueyuan is very close to Liufengju, it is not a yard where the main house resides, but a place to entertain people who are very close.

This is even more weird.

Ye Fusheng remained silent, watching Erniang open the big bronze lock on the door, and then handed the lock and the key in his hands, saying: "My son, please come in. The old master has ordered this place earlier. Those who allow us to go in can only be sent here. The prince can get in first, and I will call a few servants over to wait on them. If there is something missing, just tell them."

She made it clear, obviously she really didn't intend to accompany him in. Ye Fusheng didn't feel embarrassed. He smiled and gave a gift, and then pushed the door in.

As soon as he entered, Ye Fusheng first smelled a faint fragrance. It was almost winter, and there were still orchids blooming in the yard. He took a closer look and saw that there was an unopened tree in the yard. Plum blossom trees are surrounded by all kinds of orchids. There are various varieties that open in spring, summer, autumn and winter. No wonder it hasn't been revealed until now.

I heard that Fuxueyuan was built by Shen Wuyou, and he also arranged it himself, which is very deliberate.

Ye Fusheng sighed for a moment, and walked into the house on the bluestone path, from the front hall to the wing, the furnishings are all exquisite, although there is no jewel, it is pure and elegant.

There is a screen in the bedroom, with silk as the base, hand-embroidered scenes of flying birds out of the clouds, and feathers, clouds and silks are vivid. Ye Fusheng stared at it for a long while, then looked at the other furnishings in the house. It should have been a long time since no one has lived in the display, but because it was cleaned properly, it was neat and clean, and there was no dust.

He finally entered the study, and as soon as his feet crossed the threshold, he saw three people sitting in the study!

A man and two women were sitting around a small square table in sandalwood. The table was filled with tea and snacks, and the top position was empty.

Ye Fusheng didn't say "Excuse me" yet, his eyes swept across the three of them, and their bodies were struck by lightning.

The woman on the right has a goose yellow dress with a high bun and a white veil on her face. Only a pair of willow eyebrows and a pair of autumn water scissor pupils are exposed. She is holding a teapot and seems to be pouring tea for someone.

The man at the lower end is facing Ye Fusheng with his back. He should be quite tall. His long hair with splashed ink is half tied by an ebony hairpin, and he is wearing a black and white Taoist gown.

The woman on the left is sitting cross-legged with a carefree grin. She is wearing a magenta dress. Her hair is tied into a ponytail with peach blossom hairpins, revealing a smooth forehead and neck. She rests her cheek and looks at the man next to her. The half of the face is not very bright, but the eyebrows can be seen delicately.

How is it possible?

How is it possible!

Ye Fusheng saw her profile, his feet were soft and could not stand firmly, and he knelt on the ground firmly, but instead of getting up in a hurry, he walked to the table with his knees and stared at the man and woman. After a long while, I finally discovered that this was not a living person, but a doll carefully made by a skilled craftsman. Even the hair and nails were as detailed as they were, but it didn't have the breath of a living person.

Shocked and overjoyed, Ye Fusheng suddenly leaned over and knocked his head three times.

"Master, Master!"

His forehead was knocked to pieces, but he dared not get up for a long time. He was always hanging around, the sky fell and the man who was covered by the quilt, tears streaming down his face and crying.

He has already passed this year. Thirteen years have passed. He has replaced the years of a frivolous boy with the calmness that is now only the appearance, but there are many things that he will never forget.

Gu Xiao always remembers the not-wide back that she leaned on when she was young, and remembers the light and solemn advice.

Ye Fusheng also remembered the hot blood flowing down the handle of the knife thirteen years ago to his hands, remembering that when the thin Daochang picked up the woman and staggered away, his head was covered with blue silk.

Peerless beauties become withered bones, and a generation of heroes whiteheads.

This is a sin he will never forget in his life.

"You really are shocked."

Shen Wuyuan's voice came from the door. He lifted his foot into the door and looked at Ye Fusheng who was kneeling on the ground. His expression was faint and he saw no joy or anger.

He sat in that vacant seat, took the teapot from the yellow-clothed woman's hand, and filled each cup with an eight-point full of cold tea. Then he said to Ye Fusheng: "Man, stand up and talk."

Ye Fu rose to his feet, barely suppressing the tumbling emotion in his chest, his voice was a little hoarse: "Senior Shen, have a relationship with my master?"

"Your master and I are good brothers who don’t know each other. Hey, if she is still there, you must hit me if you hear this." Shen Wu Duan smiled, "As for Duanqing, he is this Xueyuan The original owner, unfortunately, after the meeting ended here thirty years ago, he never met again, and the place has been vacant for thirty years."

Ye Fusheng was startled: "Why?"

"Duanqing said that he was in trouble, and Baiguimen was inconvenient to intervene; Gu Qifang said that he had picked up a little apprentice, and he would be busy taking the children to talk to me in the future." Shen Wuyou raised his eyes to look at him, "listen Said that the child was named Gu Xiao with her last name. It was you."

Ye Fusheng shook his hands and said in a low voice: "Yes."

Shen Wucai took a sip of tea: "It's good. They both said that they were afraid that I would take the wrong child, and they refused to bring me to see. Today, I saw it."

Ye Fusheng pursed his mouth. He never knew about the teacher’s past and smashed it off unexpectedly. Although he was not dizzy, he was still confused. It was rare to show a little helpless: "I, I didn’t listen. Master mentioned having friendship with Baiguimen."

Shen Wuyou smiled and said: "This is not friendship with Baiguimen, but with me."

Ye Fusheng raised his head: "How did the senior guess it?"

"I played hundreds of times with Gu Qifang back then, and I couldn't be more familiar with Jinghong's martial arts." Shen Wudu sneered, "You have a chance to become more dexterous than her. A little less comfortable than her, what's holding your heart?"

Ye Fusheng replied: "Did you go to Feiyun Peak 13 years ago?"

"Have been there, but when I arrived, the mountain had been burned by fire, and there was no grass left. I took people to dig through every piece of earth and stone but couldn't find them, and finally only found them under the ruins of the house. This is the'blood-drinking dagger' I gave to Duanqing in the early years." Shen Wuyou's fingers tapped on the table, and a palpable murderous flash flashed between his eyebrows, "What happened back then? Duanqing and Gu Qifang... Is it really dead?"

Ye Fusheng clenched his fist tightly, and his eyelashes trembled: "The teacher has passed away for 13 years."

Even if he was prepared, Shen Wuyuan's mind was blank for an instant.

The teacup in his hand was broken, but he didn't seem to feel it. He still held it tightly, and the broken porcelain pierced the palm of his hand.

When the smell of blood permeated, he came back to his senses and pulled out the tiles with his handkerchief, but his eyes were still looking at Ye Fusheng, and he asked: "Where is Duanqing?"

Ye Fusheng solved the small silver pot that had been emptied around his waist, put it on the table, and whispered: "Still in the world."

Shen Wuyou stared at the small silver pot with the palm of the hand. For a long time, he asked: "What happened back then? Gu Qifang, how did he die?"