Embers

On the way back, Ember finally couldn't help but ask, "Who was that person in purple clothes just now?"

Ye Bozhou put a stack of books into his arms, "Hold on. That is the little Yanzi I mentioned before, the great apprentice of your third uncle."

Ember was holding the book, and the man's luxurious purple dress, Little Swallow, couldn't help but pop into his mind, which was inexplicably appropriate.

"Who is he?"

Ye Bozhou's eyes were heavy: "You will know in the future."

After returning to the yard to put down the books, both of them felt their arms a little sore, but Ember's determination to practice martial arts never wavered, and she immediately tied up her sleeves and started.

Ye Bozhou was also idle when he was idle, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a piano from the corner of his eye, which Li Mei had hurriedly put aside after playing it last time.Going over to pick it up, I was quite surprised: "There is still a piano?"

Putting it on the case, with a flick of clothes and kneeling in front of the case, the posture is quite full.Raising the wrist, flying fingers——

"Boom!"

It was the sound of embers falling hard to the ground.He covered his ears in disbelief, looking horrified.

What did he hear?Was that the sound he was familiar with from the lyre?Can a lyre actually make such a sound?

Can it be described as ugly?It was simply earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods, and the sound of magic was in my ears!

This kind of magic sound can seriously injure most of the top figures in the arena, break the veins of middle-class experts, and directly torture ordinary people to death. It has unparalleled lethality!

But Ye Bozhou himself didn't realize this, he still played vigorously, sonorously and forcefully, completely immersed in the sound of the piano and couldn't extricate himself.

"..."

Suddenly, a cold little hand pressed his hand.Only then did he come to his senses, and in front of him was his little apprentice with a stiff face.

"I want to drink tea."

Ye Bozhou was puzzled, and pointed to the teapot on the table, "Pour."

Ember squeezed out a few more words from between her teeth: "I want to drink what you cooked."

Ye Bozhou was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

Ember thought, although the tea he made was not tasty, it was better than playing the piano!

Fast forward to another five months, although Ember has not really picked up the sword yet, but she has mastered the kung fu of self-defense with bare hands.

Ye Bozhou sparred with him from time to time, and repeatedly lamented his rapid progress.

The pear blossoms in the yard have all fallen, and the winter snow is on the way, and the branches are all bare.

The day before yesterday, Ye Bozhou visited Mr. Zheng again, chatted with him all over the world, and before leaving, he mentioned the progress of his little apprentice's martial arts, and Mr. Zheng was also amazed.

Zheng Yijun, who was sitting on the roof basking in the sun, heard this, so he moved from his own roof to the roof of Ye Bozhou's yard today.

Ember was still the same as the last time he saw him, sitting in the pavilion with a blank face, eyes half closed, long eyelashes fluttering up and down, casting a small shadow on the eyelids, she didn't know what she was thinking.

When Zheng Yijun came to his senses, he realized that he had been observing the embers for a long time, and couldn't help feeling embarrassed, so he rushed down and said loudly:

"Your Master Zheng is here, why don't you come over to greet him?"

Ember raised her eyelids, glanced over, and quickly withdrew her gaze.

This kind of neglect made Zheng Yijun extremely annoyed, he jumped down and stood in front of him with a condescending look: "I heard that you are practicing martial arts well now?"

Ember didn't even bother to give him a look.

Zheng Yijun was angry: "Boy, you are very arrogant!"

Ember simply got up and wanted to enter the house: "Master is in the lobby to discuss matters with the master uncle, you can come back later."

Zheng Yijun raised his hand and grabbed his collar by the back of his neck, Ember stopped his steps, but his movements were faster than lightning, he shrank his shoulders and grabbed him, and subdued him with a few moves.

And during this process, Ember didn't even change her expression, her eyes were still gloomy.

Zheng Yijun's easy capture made him feel very embarrassed, so he blamed all the responsibility on his lack of precautions, and said loudly: "I didn't come to find Uncle Ye!"

Only then did Ember's expression change slightly, he was the only one in the yard except Ye Bozhou.

Zheng Yijun was proud of himself, and suddenly realized that he was still being captured by Ember, struggling and angrily said: "Let me go!"

Ember let go as she said, and looked at him coldly.

Zheng Yijun straightened his clothes and hair crown to ensure that he was still handsome before he said, "I'm here to fight with you!"

"..."

Zheng Yijun was stared at a little nervously by him, and hurriedly added: "I know you haven't got a sword yet, so we won't bully you. You don't need a sword, just fight with bare hands, how about it?"

Ember remained calm: "Why?"

Zheng Yijun said presumptuously: "Because I don't like you, young master! What? You won't dare to—"

Before he finished speaking, Ember's fist was already in front of him. This fist was full of anger. If it hit the eye socket, would it be okay?

Zheng Yijun turned his head to avoid it, and was also very angry, thinking that you have no quality, why did you start fighting before the young master finished speaking!

However, Ember has always been a man of action, he is too lazy to talk nonsense and does not listen to nonsense, and he will talk about it after he has finished typing!

During the process of fighting, Zheng Yijun was shocked by the rapid progress of Ember's martial arts.

It was only five short months, and he was already on par with him! ... It's not because his master is Uncle Ye. If Uncle Ye taught me, I must have made faster progress than him!

Thinking of this, anger surged up again, and the moves of his subordinates became even more ruthless.

The two people's kung fu is on par, and coupled with the fact that they are both angry, they completely change their appearance.

At the beginning, the moves were not organized, and the skills taught by the master were all thrown out of the nine heavens. In the end, it turned into a complete fight between children. It was just for fun, and every punch seemed to vent.

In the end, both sides suffered a loss, with disheveled clothes, bruised nose and swollen face.

After the fight, both sides had no strength, so they separated, each sitting on the ground and gasping for breath.Strange to say, the anger that was full of belly disappeared without a trace after this beating, and both of them felt refreshed.

"Hey," Zheng Yijun turned his head to look at Ember, who looked up at the sky expressionlessly. "Do you know why I hate you?"

"Because Ye Bozhou is my master." This was the first time he called his master by his name, and when his lips touched, a strange feeling ran through his body.

"You still know!" Zheng Yijun was a little annoyed, "I don't know how I am inferior to you. I have known him for four years and he still doesn't accept me!"

Ember sneered, but didn't answer.

Zheng Yijun didn't care about it, and simply lay on his back on the ground with his head resting on his arms, "Oh—it must be very good to be his apprentice?"

Ember also lay down like him, not feeling the cold on the ground.After thinking about it, he said, "It's very good."

"How good is it?"

"It didn't make me feel bad."

Zheng Yijun couldn't help being envious when he heard it, and then asked without hesitation: "How does he usually treat you? Is he strict?"

strict?Ye Bozhou usually doesn't even see him injured, how can he be called strict?Speaking of which, when Ye Bozhou comes back later and sees his face covered in injuries, he probably will feel distressed again.

"Very good, not strict."

"Then what did he talk to you about?"

What to talk about?

——"Recently there has been movement between the Wangchen faction and the Qinghua faction. The two factions have always been incompatible, and they almost clashed because of a trivial matter. Fortunately, the brother in charge went to adjust it yesterday, otherwise the internal strife would be called The Demon Cult saw the joke." The situation in the Jianghu.

——"Second senior brother Yuan Yun was addicted to alcohol by nature. Once he drank too much and mistook fourth senior brother for a girl from a brothel. The fourth senior brother took him directly to the room of the head senior brother. At that time, the head senior brother was taking a bath and saw He raised his hand randomly and slapped him. This slap woke up the second senior brother. When he looked at the senior brother in front of him who was full of anger, and then looked at himself in disheveled clothes, he thought he was intimidating for a while. The sect master, he felt guilty right away, and knelt at the door of the sect master for three days and three nights." An anecdote about the sect.

——"Punching without training your legs is like a daredevil. If you practice kung fu without training your waist, you will not be good at it. Therefore, you must pay attention to these two points." Martial arts essentials.

And that day, the day before New Year's Eve, he casually talked about his life experience while playing with the jug.

"It has everything."

Zheng Yijun rolled his eyes: "Why do you talk like Bengdou, can you die if you say a few more words? Tell me, how is he usually doing?"

He always had a gentle smile on himself, even if he was never respectful when speaking to him, he never cared about it...

He will cook by himself, making his favorite food to replenish his body, and he has never felt sorry for the money he spent on it...

He has sewed clothes for himself, stitch by stitch, jerky but meticulous.The elders prepared a lot of clothes, but the disciples only had two identical sets of common clothes.

The other disciples did it by themselves, but he thought of his hard work in martial arts, so he took care of all the things he was not good at...

He tucked himself in the quilt, and on many nights, he would gently push the door and walk to the bed to see if he was sleeping well and if he had kicked the quilt. If he had a nightmare, he would light a soothing incense... …

Although he looks casual and uninhibited, he is an extremely meticulous person in his bones, and he will guide the direction calmly when he is confused.I will notice my depression in the first time, and give timely and considerate comfort...

Ember was silent for a long time, so long that Zheng Yijun could not wait to urge: "You are talking."

Only then did Ember speak slowly: "Everywhere is fine."

He himself doesn't understand, there are so many things to say, so why are they all stuck in his throat and unwilling to speak out?Those plain but gentle plots are even reluctant to share with others.

Zheng Yijun was a little discouraged, thinking that this is just an elm lump, there is no cure!

If you tell him something, he won't even bring it back. If you force him to say it, he may only reply with a few words. The refinement of the language is quite admirable.

The two chatted for a long time, but it was probably Zheng Yijun who was talking, and Ember was listening.Occasionally, when asked about something, Ember would reply concisely, but the reply was just right so that people could continue talking.

Zheng Yijun found that he hated Ember less and less, and on the contrary, he had a lot of affection for him because of this small talk.

He thinks that Ember, although he looks cold and gloomy, but if you are not afraid of the cold and get in touch with him, you will find that he is actually a very worthy person to make friends with.

So, Zheng Yijun said with some embarrassment: "Hello."

Ember stared at him.

"let's make friends?"

Ember slowly looked back.

But Zheng Yijun regarded him as acquiescing, and laughed away his grievances with him!