Vallée Sauvage de Green Mountain (Transmigrée à la dynastie Song)

Chapitre 48

Go away! Stop yelling! Let me... let me get some sleep...

I shifted my body in a daze and gripped the corner of the mink coat tightly.

Little one, lazybones, the sun is shining right on your nose...

I don't care about the sun or the moon... I just want to sleep...

"Hahaha, wake up, wake up! You're not allowed to sleep anymore!" The laughter suddenly became clearer in my ears, and a hand pinched my nose a few times, waking me from my drowsy state.

"Young Master Shang! You're so annoying! It's only early morning, and you can't even let me get some sleep!" I said, rubbing my sleepy eyes as I slapped Young Master Shang next to me.

Shang Shaozhang looked at me with a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "You really slept so soundly in this cold, dark cave?"

I stuck my tongue out at him and stretched nonchalantly. Surprisingly, I felt a surge of energy throughout my body. The chill of last night seemed to have vanished, replaced by a feeling of warmth all over. I clasped my hands together; my fingers, usually icy even in summer, were now warm. I looked at Shang Shaochang with delight and exclaimed, "Hey—it's not cold anymore! I really don't feel cold at all!"

Shang Shaochang smiled gently: "It's early morning now, so of course you won't feel cold."

I stood at the cave entrance, gazing into the distance. Sunlight was rising from behind the distant mountains, golden rays streaming from the snow-capped peaks, turning almost the entire mountain range a pale gold. The unique fragrance of the morning air, mingled with the cool scent of snow, invigorated my spirit. I laughed, "The scenery here is truly beautiful. How come we didn't notice it yesterday when we came up—Young Master Shang, why are you so pale?!"

As I spoke, I casually glanced at Young Master Shang—

Shang Shaochang looked at me with a smile, his cheeks turning as pale as the snow that had been in the mountains for thousands of years overnight.

Shang Shaochang chuckled and patted my head, winking mischievously, "Perhaps it's because you were holding a beauty last night and were nervous and excited all night, that's why you look like this when you wake up."

I lightly spat at him, but my face unconsciously flushed slightly. I said with a gentle reproach, "Nine and a half out of ten of your sentences are not serious."

Shang Shaozhang walked over and put his arm around my shoulder, pointing to a small corner in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "In half an hour, when the sunlight shines in that direction, a small cave will appear. Passing through the cave leads to the Jade Dust Cave, where Master Feng, one of the Three Wonders of Plum Valley, resides. After half an hour, the sunlight will shift, and the cave will disappear into this vast snow. Even a deity would have a hard time finding it. And if we don't reach the cave within half an hour, a slight misstep could..." Looking at my wide eyes, Shang Shaozhang smiled and asked, "Aren't you scared?"

I shook my head slightly and smiled, "I'm not afraid!"

Shang Shaozhang gently patted my cheek and said softly, "Good child..." Then he took my hand and led me to the cave entrance, looking into the distance.

The sunlight gradually shifted, and finally a ray of sunlight, like a golden thread, pierced through, illuminating a tiny black dot in the distance.

With a clear whistle, Shang Shaozhang wrapped his arm around my waist, and like a large bird, carried me out of the cave—

Su Sanshou is three people, but Meigu Sanju is one person.

His swordsmanship was unparalleled, his formations were unparalleled, and his lightness skill was unparalleled.

Shang Shaozhang had seen his sword before.

I asked, "Have you ever compared the quality of your knife to his sword?"

Shang Shaozhang's answer was quite clever: "Do you think black is better, or white?"

I was slightly taken aback: "This...this seems to be incomparable."

Shang Shaochang laughed and said, "That's right, my knife and his sword are incomparable."

My eyes widened, my face filled with surprise—

I've seen Shang Shao's sword more than once; its flash of light, like autumn water, is like the freshest silhouette in the autumn wind.

According to Shang Shaochang, when Feng Dasheng unleashed his sword, it was as if a pure white snowflake suddenly appeared in the vast sky.

Their knives and swords have all been elevated to the realm of "Tao".

It is no longer a weapon of killing, but has become an art of pursuing perfection. It has transformed from a skill into an art.

Countless people long to witness Master Feng's three wonders, and are even willing to risk their lives for it.

But Master Feng disliked swords, formations, and light-body skills.

But he must know it, because in the martial arts world, any one of these three skills can help him protect himself.

On quiet days, he prefers to play the piano, drink wine, and read books.

Therefore, Mr. Feng himself said that his three greatest talents were playing the zither, drinking wine, and writing calligraphy.

Legend has it that the plum blossom wine made by Master Feng, one of the three great masters of Meigu, has an aroma so strong that it could attract the gods from heaven when the jar is opened, and the music he plays on the zither will be unforgettable for anyone who hears it.

As for the girls who had met Master Feng, they forgot all three of his special skills after seeing him in person.

But all I remember is his face.

That was a face that a girl in the throes of first love could never forget.

Even the most beautiful people will gradually lose their beauty and youth as time quietly passes by.

Mr. Feng is also a human being, just like any other person.

But fate seemed to favor him exceptionally.

Su Sanshou once said, "We met Master Feng once twenty years ago. He was thirty-nine years old at the time. When he smiled at Ren Yan, the former number one beauty in the Central Plains, almost all the women present were captivated by his casual smile!"

It was a smile that captivated both men and women.

Almost no one can resist that devilish laugh.

I said, "Now that Mr. Feng is almost sixty years old, he's finally an old man of sixty, so his smile won't be as good as it used to be."

Su San smiled and shook her head: "We saw him last year and asked him for a jar of plum blossom wine. This 60-year-old 'old man' still has such a captivating smile. If a young girl saw his smile, she would probably shed tears for him again."

And the master who taught me martial arts, whom Shang Shaozhang asked me to teach, was this legendary man.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a secret sense of anticipation.