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East of the city, inn.

The moon was bright in the sky, and the cold moonlight poured down, covering the entire earth with a layer of silver gauze.

Yi Huawei sat alone on the roof of the inn, holding a bamboo flute in his hand. He raised his head slightly, looked at the bright moon, and slowly put the flute to his lips. The melodious sound of the flute rose and echoed in the silent night sky.

The sound of the flute is sometimes low and gentle, like a gurgling stream; sometimes high and passionate, like galloping horses.

Ren Yingying was resting in the room, but the long flute sound seemed to have an invisible magic that attracted her. She gently opened the window and looked out. Under the moonlight, Yi Huawei's figure was clearly visible. With a thought in her mind, she took a deep breath and jumped onto the roof like a wisp of green smoke.

He stood still, looked at Yi Huawei under the moon, and said, "Sir, why don't you rest?"

The flute sound stopped suddenly.

Yi Huawei turned to look at Ren Yingying, then put away his flute, with a gentle smile on his face, and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Yingying, did I disturb you? I'll go down now. You haven't recovered yet, so you need to rest well."

Ren Yingying gently shook her head and smiled back, her beautiful eyes moving as she said, "Nothing, I can't sleep either. What's the name of the tune you just played? I've never heard it before. Doesn't it sound like a Central Plains tune?"

Yi Huawei lowered his head slightly, thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "The title of the song is not called Xia. I heard an old man from the Western Regions play it before. I remembered it by chance tonight. I was in a rush and disturbed the girl."

"I haven't thanked you for saving my life yet. You're still so polite to me. Just call me Yingying."

Ren Yingying nodded slightly, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, and said, "This tune is very special. It sounds full of heroic spirit and a bit free and easy. I wonder who that old man is?"

Yi Huawei smiled and said, "I met that old man during one of my travels. I was passing by a small village at the time and heard the sound of the flute. I thought it was somewhat novel and pleasant, so I went to look for him. The old man lived alone in a run-down hut. I talked to him and he played this tune for me."

Ren Yingying nodded and said, "So that's how it is. I guess that old man must also be a man with a story."

Yi Huawei smiled and said, "Who knows, but this song is really nice, so I wrote down the tune."

The two of them fell into silence for a while, with only the breeze blowing gently, ruffling their clothes. Ren Yingying looked into the distance, as if thinking about something.

Yi Huawei looked at Ren Yingying's profile, his heart moved slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Miss Yingying, there is something I am confused about. I have been inconvenienced before, but now I have a rare opportunity. I wonder if you can tell me something?"

Looking into Yi Huawei's eyes, Ren Yingying's body stiffened slightly, and the smile on her face disappeared. After a moment of silence, a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes, and finally she sighed softly, turned her head to look at Yi Huawei, and said, "What do you want to ask, sir?"

"You knew Ping Yizhi before?"

Without waiting for Ren Yingying to speak, Yi Huawei sighed and looked at her straightly: "You called Zhu Weng Lu Zhu your nephew, and told me it was because you are older than him... But his attitude towards you is not like treating a younger elder, but more like... your subordinate. You said that you offended the Demon Cult because of your father, so you were forced to take the Three Corpses Brain Pill. But..."

"I am the Saint of the Sun and Moon Sect, Ren Yingying."

Listening to Yi Huawei's words, Ren Yingying bit her lower lip tightly and suddenly interrupted him: "The former dean of the school, Xing, is my father... As for the Three Corpses Brain Pill, it is a way for Dongfang Bubai to control me..."

After a pause, Ren Yingying looked at Yi Huawei, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes: "Now you know, do you want to eliminate the devil and defend the way? You saved Yingying's life, you can take it away if you want!"

After saying that, Ren Yingying closed her eyes tightly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and for a long time, there was no movement.

Ren Yingying became increasingly nervous, not knowing how Yi Huawei would react. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand touching her cheek, and her body stiffened, and she subconsciously opened her eyes.

When Yi Huawei's affectionate eyes came into view, Ren Yingying was slightly startled, with a complex emotion welling up in her heart.

"you……"

Ren Yingying was about to say something when she was interrupted by Yi Huawei.

Yi Huawei shook his head gently, looked at Ren Yingying tenderly, and said, "Yingying, I have never thought of exorcising demons and defending the Way, let alone taking your life. In my eyes, you are just Ren Yingying who needs my care and protection. Your identity has nothing to do with it."

A trace of surprise flashed across Ren Yingying's eyes. She didn't expect Yi Huawei to say such a thing. A warm current surged in her heart, and her eyes were slightly red. "Young Master, why... do you treat me like this? I am the Saint of the Sun and Moon Sect, and everyone in the world is afraid of me, but you..."

Yi Huawei gently held Ren Yingying's hand and said, "Yingying, I have known you for these days and know you well. You are kind-hearted and upright. Although you are from the Sun Moon Sect, you are completely different from the people in the Demon Sect. How could I be prejudiced against you because of your identity?"

Ren Yingying's eyelashes trembled, casting a fine shadow under her eyes. The warmth of Yi Huawei's palm came through her skin, and she could feel her ears getting hot, and her heartbeat was so fast that it almost burst out of her chest.

The sound of clappers from a canal boat came from afar. It was already three o'clock in the morning.

"I am not a pedantic person."

Yi Huawei's voice was very soft, but every word was clear: "The difference between good and evil does not lie in one's origin."

His fingers gently brushed across Ren Yingying's cheek, wiping away every tear that had yet to fall.

Ren Yingying's body trembled slightly as she met Yi Huawei's deep gaze. The moonlight leaked through the gaps in the bamboo strips on the cabin roof, casting mottled light and shadows on his face.

"you do not mind?"

Ren Yingying's voice was trembling slightly. Her right hand unconsciously grasped the corner of her clothes. Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the cloud pattern of the jade pendant at her waist, and her knuckles turned white.

Looking up, I saw Yi Huawei's Adam's apple rolling several times, and finally he spoke: "Yingying, can I tell you a story?"

"Ok!"

Ren Yingying nodded gently, leaned against the bluestone and sat down, tucking her hair behind her ears with her bare hands. The silver bracelet on her wrist shone coldly under the moonlight. When she raised her eyes, the fragmented moonlight reflected in her eyes, like a pool of galaxies.

"That happened more than seventy years ago. It's not really a story to talk about."

Yi Huawei smiled and said slowly: "It is said that the seven disciples of Wudang founder Zhang Zhenren are called the "Seven Heroes of Wudang", namely Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Dayan, Zhang Songxi, Zhang Cuishan, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu... These seven names together look like a landscape painting, and their names can be combined to form a complete poem: "The distant bridge is shallow and the lotus boat floats, and Dayan can't stop the stream. Cuishan looks far away and Liting stands, and there is still sound in the empty valley."

"I think I've gone off topic. The story I want to tell you today is about Zhang Cuishan, the fifth disciple of Master Zhang. Zhang Cuishan was only 21 or 22 years old at that time. He had a handsome face and a thin but strong body..."

Ren Yingying's beautiful eyes curved into crescent shapes as she looked at Yi Huawei under the moonlight. She thought to herself, I wonder if Zhang Cuishan is as handsome as him. Thinking of this, a smile overflowed from her eyes. Her heart softened a little. She held her chin with one hand and looked at the person in front of her quietly.

"...It is said in the martial arts world that whoever obtains the Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword can become the supreme master of the martial arts world, commanding the world and no one dares to disobey. Suddenly, a storm arose, triggering a fight for the Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword. Zhang Cuishan met and fell in love with Yin Susu, the daughter of the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, because of the Dragon Slaying Sword..." Ren Yingying suddenly clenched the silk silk on her knees, her fingertips sinking deep into the silk texture. Thinking of the clouds that had lingered on the Black Wood Cliff for years, and the shouts of "Long Live the Saint Aunt" by the followers when they knelt down in worship, bitterness rose in her throat: "Just like us..."

"Later, I was stranded on a deserted island with the Golden Lion King... and spent ten years together on the Island of Ice and Fire."

Yi Huawei's voice suddenly became cheerful, as if to dispel the haze in her eyes: "Zhang Cuishan used pine branches as pens to teach children to read on the rocks... Yin Susu always liked to cover his shoulders with a newly hunted sable fur coat, saying that the wind and snow in the far north were the most damaging..."

"Until Zhang Wuji was ten years old..., in front of the Wudang Zhenwu Hall..."

Zhang Lehui's speech slowed down: "Masters from the eight major sects gathered... Zhang Wuxia leaned his long sword on the ground, his back straight as a pine tree. Yin Susu's red dress was as red as fire, her ten fingers tightly clasped her husband's arm, her nails almost digging into the flesh..."

Ren Yingying stood up suddenly, the silver bells on her waist rang. She turned her back, her wide sleeves fluttering like butterflies: "Why bother saying all this! You know... you know that the elders in my sect all say that good and evil cannot coexist. The other day, Master Kongwen from Shaolin even sent a message..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Yi Huawei put his arms around her trembling shoulders from behind and rested his chin lightly on the top of her head.

Ren Yingying smelled the scent of agarwood mixed with pine smoke and ink on his clothes, and heard his heartbeat penetrating through layers of fabric, gradually syncing with her own heartbeat. A blush rose to her neck and spread across her slightly pale cheeks, adding a bit of crimson. Ren Yingying's mind went blank, and she even forgot how to breathe.

"Later, on the day when Zhang Wuji learned the Nine Yang Magic Skill..."

Yi Huawei's breath brushed past her ears: "He fought against the six major sects on the top of Guangmingding, but he never hurt anyone's life. Do you think that the world is really black and white?"

The mountain wind suddenly rose, and the bamboo sea surged like waves.

When Ren Yingying turned around, the jade hairpin in her hair accidentally fell off, and her black hair fell like a waterfall. Yi Huawei raised his hand to catch the jade hairpin, and the moment his fingertips brushed her earlobe, both of them trembled.

"do you know……"

Ren Yingying's voice was a little choked, but she still raised her chin stubbornly: "That day you were playing "Thinking" in Green Bamboo Alley, and I hid behind the curtain and watched..."

Her voice was lost in the sudden closeness of his body temperature.

Yi Huawei pressed her cold hand against his heart. Ren Yingying could feel his heartbeat through the clothes. She turned her head away, not daring to look into Yi Huawei's deep eyes.

The sound of drums came from afar, startling the night crows. Ren Yingying suddenly felt something warm stuffed into her palm. She lowered her head and saw that it was half a yin-yang fish jade pendant. The silver chain around Yi Huawei's neck swayed the other half of the jade pendant, which shone brightly in the moonlight.

"This is what my mother left for me."

Yi Huawei's fingertips gently stroked the broken end of the jade pendant: "My mother said that if you meet someone who is willing to trust you with your life and death..."

Before he finished speaking, Ren Yingying suddenly smiled, her smile was like the melting snow in early spring, making the teardrop mole at the corner of her eyes look lively. She pressed the jade pendant tightly against her chest, grabbed the belt around his waist with her other hand, tapped her toes lightly, and jumped onto the bamboo shoot.

"Go somewhere with me."

Ren Yingying's laughter was clear and sweet, like the sound of a silver bell: "My mother said that when the sun rises, you must have someone to watch it with you so that you won't let it down."

The two figures passed through the bamboo sea under the moon, their sleeves intertwined, like an inky lotus blossoming. From the depths of the mountain stream, the sound of a newly composed zither music could be heard faintly, startling the fireflies all over the mountain.

Finally, when it was light, they arrived at a cliff. Ren Yingying brought Yi Huawei to a great viewing point, and the two of them quietly waited for the sunrise.

The sun gradually rises.

A red sun rises from the eastern horizon, shining brightly.

...............

In Luoyang, Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying walked side by side. This thousand-year-old capital, under the sunshine, exudes a simple yet prosperous atmosphere. Shops lined the streets, pedestrians bustling, hawking, talking and laughing.

The two spent two days in Luoyang, visiting all the historical sites and scenic spots in the city.

That afternoon, the two sat down in a small teahouse on the street, sipping tea and watching the people coming and going on the street. Ren Yingying looked at Yi Huawei with a smile in her eyes: "These two days in Luoyang have made me forget a lot of my troubles."

Yi Huawei gently held Ren Yingying's hand and said, "As long as I can make you happy, I'm glad. But we can't stay here forever. Next, let's go to Blackwood Cliff."

Ren Yingying nodded slightly and said, "Well, I also want to return to Blackwood Cliff as soon as possible to see the current situation of the sect."

He paused, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "But Dongfang Bubai...his martial arts are unfathomable. Do you really have the confidence to deal with him?"

Yi Huawei smiled and said, "At the very least, we can fight him to a draw. Don't worry, I will definitely help you find out the whereabouts of your father, believe me!"

"Ok!"

Looking at Yi Huawei's confident expression, Ren Yingying bit her teeth lightly and nodded slightly.

But he thought to himself: At worst, I can die with Yue Lang. If I pray to Dongfang Bubai, we should be able to be buried together.

Yi Huawei had no idea what Ren Yingying was thinking. After paying for the tea, the two of them left the teahouse and headed out of the city.

The two men rode their horses along the official road.

At dusk on the second day, they arrived at the foot of Songshan Mountain. The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth, covering everything with a layer of light golden color.

Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying walked side by side on a winding path, surrounded by silent mountain forests, with the occasional chirping of returning birds.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps echoed in the silent atmosphere, and seven or eight people came running from the west. They were all dressed in tight clothes, with weapons hanging around their waists. They walked hurriedly, looked extremely anxious, and raised a little dust with every step they took.

When these men ran to Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying, they just glanced at them and walked past them without hesitation, continuing to run forward. One of them said anxiously while running: "If that guy escapes, it will be terrible."

There was obvious anxiety and tension in their voices. In the blink of an eye, they ran a long way on the path, their figures gradually became smaller, and finally disappeared at the end of the road.

(End of this chapter)