Embers

Some people are destined to bear something from birth.

I can't complain about the injustice of fate, because everything has already been written, and the natural things that others have are as extravagant as the stars in the sky in front of them.

You have to face certain choices, and whichever one you choose, you have to pay a painful price.

By the time Ember understood this truth, he was already deeply involved and could no longer stay out of it.

If given another chance, how would he choose?

He looked at his own reflection in the lake, as if he saw his little self, watching his relatives die tragically in the sky filled with flames, his eldest brother was tortured, and he curled up on the ground, furious with hatred but still powerless.

There is simply no choice.

Because he is not strong enough.

Only the strong have the capital to subvert fate, while the weak can only be manipulated in the palm of their hands.This world itself is unfair.

He drew out his sword and looked at the "Cuohuaxinjing" spread out on the ground, with a look of determination in his eyes.

If he could only choose between being forced to choose and being a powerful sinner, he would rather choose the latter!

As everyone knows, the choice at this time was to push his life onto another road, a road less traveled by. At that time, no one knew what he would face in the future.

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Ye Bozhou was sitting by the window, resting his chin in a daze.

Autumn is here, and the leaves on the trees are slowly turning yellow. A gust of wind blows and drifts with the wind.

His little apprentice went out most often and didn't know where he went, but because he always came back on time, he didn't ask too much.

When the child grows up, there should be no more control.

Maybe, he finally wants to see the outside world?

Ye Bozhou suddenly thought of the question that Ember had asked him before.

"If one day I have to leave Xiaxianmen, Master, will you be willing to follow me?"

can you?

Ye Bozhou asked himself, and then fell into deep thinking.

Xiaxianmen is his home, raised him so much, gave him a good life, taught him martial arts, gave him the capital for revenge, and made up for the misery of his broken family.

Would he really disregard the entire Xiaxian Gate for a little apprentice?

No, it won't.

However, no matter where his little apprentice wants to go or what kind of scenery he wants to see, he will not restrain him.

After all, he is still young, and he is already old.

He will only light a lamp every night, leave a door for him, and wait for a long time.

Wherever I am, is your home.No matter what you have experienced outside, I will wait for you here, because this is your home.

Some fallen leaves floated into the window with the wind and fell on his spotless white clothes.

He smiled slightly, a trace of inexplicable melancholy appeared in his eyes.

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Su Changjiu pushed open the door, and the luxurious young man in purple was planted on the couch, playing with a teapot in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Yan'er, let's go."

Fu Yan tilted his head slightly when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"So fast?"

Su Jiujiu nodded: "It's already at the door."

Fu Yan sat up from the couch and went down to the ground.

Su Jiujiu stood beside him silently watching him, watching him groping towards the door with a cane.

He raised his hand to help him, but thought of the child's stubbornness and didn't like other people's help at all, so he sighed quietly.

Fu Yan walked all the way to the door, then stopped suddenly, and turned to Su Changjiu's direction.

Against the light, Su Changjiu couldn't see his expression clearly, only he seemed to smile slightly.

"Thank you Master for taking care of me for so many years, see you again by fate, Master."

Su Changjiu was taken aback for a moment, all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, so he could only smile, "Take care."

Fu Yan nodded and left step by step.

Su Changjiu looked at his back and smiled wryly.

He should have the most handsome face, but his eyes were gouged out by life, and he should have the best talent, but he was sealed with hostility. Now, he has to go back to that devil's lair, how should he take care of himself?

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Li Mei was bending over the desk and painting.

His master is Su Jiujiu, a person who only knows swordsmanship and knows nothing about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, naturally don't expect him to teach any talents.

Li Mei struggled to hold the pen, the people on the paper didn't look like people, ghosts didn't look like ghosts, and it was impossible to tell what was drawn.

He put down his pen in frustration, looked at the messy lines on the paper, bit his lip and threw the paper aside.

Standing up, he took out a handkerchief from under the pillow, held it carefully, and looked at it carefully, as if he could see the expressionless handsome face of that person through the pure white.

After hesitating for a moment, he closed his eyes lightly, moved his lips closer, and kissed the veil.

His hands were shaking.

"Hey, Junior Brother, what are you doing hiding in the room! Come out to practice swords!"

The voices of the senior brothers came in from outside the door, he hurriedly stuffed the handkerchief under the pillow, picked up the sword and ran out.

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Tan Suyu is sitting in Zheng's mansion and studying female reds hard.

"That's not right, Young Madam, that's right." The servant girl helplessly showed her how to thread the needle, "Look, when the thread is messy, you have to smooth it out, align it with the eye of the needle, and it will go in as soon as it is threaded. "

Tan Suyu frowned and took the end of the thread to poke at the buttock of the needle. After a long time, she still couldn't get it in. She pinched the needle to pieces with a bit of resentment.

"..."

The servant girl was dumbfounded, and after a long while, she tremblingly said: "How about, Young Madam, you should stop threading the needle and just be in charge of embroidery, I'll put it on for you..."

Tan Suyu could only nod her head.

After the maid threaded the needle, she handed her the needle, thread and cloth. She tilted her head and thought for a while, and embroidered a bastard crookedly on the cloth.

"..."

The servant girl wanted to cry, but just as she was about to speak, a hand snatched the handkerchief from behind.

Raising his head, the handsome face of his second young master appeared in front of his eyes.

"Young master..."

Zheng Yijun held the fabric and looked at it for a while, then smiled and admired: "What a spirited bastard, I really like it to death."

After finishing speaking, he bent down and kissed Tan Suyu on the face, and whispered in her ear: "Madam, can I make a sachet for my husband with this piece of cloth?"

Tan Suyu's face turned red, and she said stiffly, "The sachet I made is too ugly."

Zheng Yijun raised his eyebrows and smiled: "How could it be that the things Madam made for her husband are hard to come by money, and it's too late for me to like them, so how can I find them ugly?"

Tan Suyu said hesitantly: "Then your friend will laugh at you."

Zheng Yijun smiled disdainfully: "Jin? Cut, he's only jealous that I have such a beautiful wife!"

"..."

The little maid retreated silently, thinking that being the second youngest's wife is really a blessing, she has never seen a husband doting on his wife so much.

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Lu Yuzhi is sitting and playing chess with Hua Buyu.

"Junior brother, you lost again."

He took a sip of his tea lightly and smiled.

Hua Buyu remained expressionless: "Senior brother is diligent in martial arts every day, but he is not as calculating as senior brother."

Lu Yuzhi put down the teacup and sighed: "One or two are like this, and the entire Xiaxian Gate can't find anyone who can play chess with me."

Hua Buyu said indifferently: "Aren't Fifth Junior Brothers very good at chess?"

Lu Yuzhi was helpless: "He is with his apprentice all day long, how can he come to me when he has time?"

Speaking of Ye Bozhou, Lu Yuzhi couldn't help but contact Ember again.

"His little apprentice, if he stays at the Xiaxian Gate wholeheartedly, he will definitely be better than Bo Zhou in the future!"

Hua Buyu frowned: "You doubt him?"

Lu Yuzhi smiled: "I sent someone to check it earlier, but it's just a child of an ordinary family. The parents were killed by the devil, and they became beggars."

"Then you still..."

"I'm just a little uneasy."

Lu Yuzhi smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's my illusion. After all, the child has been in Xiaxianmen for eight years. As an uncle like me, I always suspect that he is not good."

Flowers do not meet silence.

"But speaking of it, that child's talent is top-notch. I have practiced martial arts for many years, and I have never seen such a genius. He is like an unedged sword. Once the edge is sharpened, it will surely break through the sky! "

Hua Buyu didn't care about this issue, she lowered her head and picked up the chess pieces.

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The sky began to rain again.

Nie Budu was sitting in the pavilion enjoying the rain and drinking tea when his hand suddenly trembled violently, the teacup fell to the ground in an instant and shattered.

Mo Yuan strode up to him, looked at him worriedly: "Master, how are you?"

Nie Budu gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "It's not a problem, it's just that the pain has started again."

But it was obviously not as easy as he said, his whole face became pale and bloodless, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, Nie Budu curled up on the stool, the colic from his internal organs made his consciousness a little bit Vague.

Mo Yuan was extremely anxious but there was nothing he could do, so he could only scold Ember: "If it wasn't for that little bastard's incompetence, how could you have suffered for so many years!"

Nie Budu endured the pain and waved his hands: "You go back first."

Mo Yuan was anxious and angry: "It's so cold outside, the more you stay, the more it hurts, you better go back to the house with me!"

Nie Budu laughed softly twice.

"If he really can't get the full book, then it's useless to kill him. It's unknown whether I can live through these two years. The beauty is naturally one more day if I can read it."

His body gradually fell down, Mo Yuan stepped forward to catch him, only heard his last sentence, as soft as a whisper.

"What if I can't open my eyes tomorrow..."

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At this time, no one could have predicted that their fate would be completely overturned because of Ember's choice.