Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 225 Secret Love
"Yue, the Yue family's... patriarch token?"

Shi Xuanling's heart trembled, and she slowly picked up the heavy iron plate, with a myriad of complex emotions flashing in her eyes. The conversation she had with Feng Shuxing today really overturned too many things that she had believed in the past. She really could not tell what was true and what was false at this moment.

Feng Shuxing obviously saw what she was thinking. He just sighed and spread the scroll in the box on the table, saying slowly:

"Take another look at this painting. You have seen a replica of it before, but the original painting was actually created by Feng Jiyue and has been kept in Feng Tower."

Shi Xuanling's breathing moved slightly, and she shifted her gaze from the Yue family's Patriarch's token to the painting spread out on the table. However, after just one glance, her expression changed, and she exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't this the painting of the four friends celebrating together?"

Yes, the painting spread out on the table was exactly the picture of four friends celebrating together that Pei Shixi had shown her in the secret room. However, compared with the exquisite craftsmanship of that painting, the one on the table now was much rougher, as if it was painted casually with a crooked brush. There was even a smudge in the center of the painting, which completely destroyed the already few beautiful features.

"This, this is actually the original painting?"

Shi Xuanling's face was full of disbelief, but Feng Shuxing said calmly: "Yes, this is the original painting. The one you have collected in Qingli Mountain is actually a copy by someone else, and that copyist is none other than the founding monarch of Dongmu, Kuang Heng."

At the Muhua Festival hundreds of years ago, the Feng brothers and sisters had just performed the separation technique. With the comfort and persuasion of Zhongli Fu, Feng Qiyun finally suppressed his inner demons and agreed to his sister Feng Jiuyue's request to accompany her to participate in the Muhua Festival in Yeyun City.

Of course, Kuang Heng, Yue Zhiqing and Zhongli Fu also went with them. The four brothers who had been through life and death together walked again on the long streets of Yuncheng. Kuang Heng took the initiative to extend his hand to Feng Qiyun with an earnest look and a desire for peace. Under the persuasion of the others, Feng Qiyun finally high-fived Kuang Heng and softened his attitude a little.

The four brothers also went up to the roof together to watch the fireworks. In fact, during the Muhua Festival, there was actually a fifth person on the roof under the clear breeze and bright moon that night.

And the fifth person was Feng Jiyue.

This was the first time in her life that she attended the Muhua Festival with her own independent body, not connected to her brother, not sitting on a gorgeous float, and not attending as a high priest. Instead, she was like any other ordinary girl on Yunzhou Island, wearing her favorite dress, walking under the dazzling fireworks of Yuncheng, blending into the crowd. It was the first time that she participated in the Muhua Festival so freely and unrestrainedly.

It is impossible to describe the joy in her heart that night. She put on a mask and a cloak. No one knew who she was, and no one could even tell that she was missing an arm. They just thought she was an ordinary girl at the Muhua Festival, a girl who was traveling with her lover.

She held Kuang Heng's hand and walked on the crowded street, letting the night breeze brush her long hair. She felt that the world was so big and she had nothing to worry about anymore.

Her lover was by her side, as was her closest brother, and her two best friends, Zhongli Fu and Yue Zhiqing. This night of Muhua Festival would be forever engraved in the deepest part of her memory.

When the five of them stood on the rooftop, facing the wind and enjoying the moon, singing happily, Feng Jiyue's eyes were filled with tears and she was filled with emotion. She later painted this scene, and also wrote down the names of Feng, Kuang, Yue, and Zhongli, but only hid her own name. At the end of the painting, she also wrote a poem with an excited mood:

"Use war to end wars, bring peace to the universe, clear rivers and seas, and pray for a prosperous age."

This was her greatest expectation and longing for the future. She was full of hope at that time, but she did not know that fate was unpredictable and never went as one wished. This beautiful night was as short as fireworks and fleeting. The relationship between Feng Qiyun and Kuang Heng had just eased a little, but the subsequent struggle for the throne made them oppose each other again and they were incompatible.

And perhaps God also had a hint at that time, because when Feng Jiyue wanted to frame the painting, she accidentally spilled the tea, and the original painting was contaminated. Fortunately, Kuang Heng had excellent painting skills, and he copied a new one based on her painting. Not only was the content of the painting exactly the same, it was even more lifelike and moving.

Because Feng Jiyue only had one left hand, she was not used to it yet and could not use it freely, so her strokes were inevitably crooked and the picture was rough. Kuang Heng came from a famous family and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The picture of four friends celebrating together that he copied was simply perfect. This is also the drawing that has been handed down in the Qingli Mountains.

In addition, Kuang Heng also painted this picture on the wall of the underground palace according to Feng Jiyue's wishes, creating a grand and magnificent mural.

"Underground palace murals?"

When Shi Xuanling heard this, he couldn't help but have some thoughts. He remembered that on New Year's Eve, on the pagoda, Yue Wujiu mentioned this mural when he questioned Lan Yubai's identity. He discovered it accidentally in an underground palace on Yunzhou Island. He thought that this was the underground palace mural painted by Kuang Heng himself.

"Yes, there was another person who participated in the painting of the murals at that time. He was the ancestor of the Yue family, Yue Zhiqing." To be precise, he found all kinds of precious color materials for the murals, including the ancient Yintan ink that Yue Wujiu later recognized.

This is an extremely precious and rare color material, which is made by grinding ancient Yin sandalwood stone. The fragrance is long-lasting and will not dissipate for thousands of years, but the ancient Yin sandalwood ink will slowly turn into purple after hundreds of years.

It was because Yue Wujiu recognized this pigment that he deduced that the mural was created hundreds of years ago. However, he probably never imagined that this special pigment was collected by his ancestors.

"Why did Yue Zhiqing go through so much trouble to find these pigments for Feng Jiyue?"

Shi Xuanling suddenly caught something. She knew Feng Shuxing would not mention these things for no reason. There must be a deep meaning behind them: "Could it be that..."

"Because Feng Jiyue had done him a favor, Yue Zhiqing's swordsmanship was outstanding and unrivaled in the world. However, the Yue family's swordsmanship had a fatal weakness, which was that it was too strong and overbearing. The learner would easily have blood boiling and go astray. Yue Zhiqing had lost control twice on Yunzhou Island, and Feng Jiyue saved him both times."

The Feng family is well versed in music, and all of them are good at singing and dancing. Feng Jiuyue has special abilities. He can use the sound of the flute to touch people's hearts, help them get rid of distracting thoughts, drive away inner demons, and help them calm down.

At that time, she discovered that the Yue family's sword skills could easily lead people to go astray. Worried about Yue Zhiqing's safety, she composed a song specifically for him and played it by his side every day to help him clear his meridians and suppress the chaotic internal Qi.

Under the soothing influence of the pure and heart-clearing flute music, Yue Zhiqing was gradually able to control the sword in his hand, and his internal energy no longer ran wild and he was no longer possessed.

But the Yue family swordsmanship was ultimately too sharp and overbearing to control. In order to prevent the Yue family's descendants from suffering the backlash of the swordsmanship, Yue Zhiqing made a major decision. He destroyed the complete Yue family swordsmanship manual and only left the upper half. Although this greatly reduced the power of the Yue family swordsmanship, it avoided the risk of going astray and ensured the safety of the Yue family's descendants.

Although Yue Zhiqing made this choice, he still felt regretful. However, he did not expect that there was someone in this world who could see through his cold face and see the regret in his heart.

That person was Feng Jiyue.

When she played the Qingxin flute for him, she had seen him dancing with swords every day, and she had also read the complete Yue Family Sword Manual. She had an extraordinary memory and remembered it in her heart. After he destroyed the second half of the Yue Family Sword Manual, she quietly repainted another one and gave it to him personally in front of the underground palace mural on his birthday.

"Brother Yue, you are the best swordsman in the world. It is cruel to let a swordsman destroy the ancestral sword manual with his own hands. I know you feel regretful, so I give you this birthday gift. We can temporarily hide the second half of the Yue Family Sword Manual in the interlayer of this mural. Who knows, one day you can find a way to resolve it. At that time, the second half of the Yue Family Sword Manual can see the light of day again and continue to be passed down from generation to generation in the hands of the Yue family's descendants. Isn't that wonderful?"

Yue Wujiu probably never dreamed that the lower half of the Yue Family Sword Manual that he found in the interlayer of the mural that day was written by Feng Jiuyue!

He was puzzled at that time, thinking that the person who drew the sword manual was not a good painter, and his strokes were extremely crude, even a little funny. But in fact, it was because Feng Jiyue only had one left hand, so she naturally could not use it freely and draw so exquisitely.

"So, the second half of the Yue family's sword manual is hidden in the mezzanine of the murals in the underground palace? I, I seem to understand something..." Shi Xuanling's heart was moved when he heard this, and he muttered to himself.

No wonder A Yue often went astray later on, he must have discovered the second half of the Yue Family Sword Manual in the mural, and was influenced by the domineering sword moves!
Thinking of this, Shi Xuanling suddenly looked at Feng Shuxing and asked earnestly, "Master Fenglou, has the Qingxin flute music composed by Senior Feng Jiyue been passed down? Is it recorded in Fenglou? If you know it, can you teach it to me?"

Feng Shuxing raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had guessed Shi Xuanling's intention. He didn't say much, but just smiled calmly: "Okay."

After Yue Zhiqing and Feng Jiyue hid the sword manual together, Yue Zhiqing gave his family head token to Feng Jiyue and promised to go through fire and water for her and do his best to do something for her.

"So it was to repay a favor. I thought, I thought Yue Zhiqing was to Senior Feng Jiyue..."

When Shi Xuanling was laughing and shaking her head, Feng Shuxing locked her eyes with him. His expression suddenly became serious, and he spoke meaningfully:

"Miss Shi, it is difficult to judge the affairs of the world. Love is deep and lasting. What you think... maybe it is not just what you think, because later, Yue Zhiqing really fulfilled his promise and did something earth-shattering for Feng Jiyue that no one could have imagined."