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"Although I married her, I couldn't let her live a good life. Instead, she suffered along with me." Thinking of Liu Xi, who used to be rich and beautiful, now has to do some low-level sewing work to make a living, and poked her hands. With scars all over, Ye Wei couldn't help closing his eyes and clenched his fists.

"The third owner is a responsible person. I don't need to say what to do." Jing Shu looked far away. "I will come here often in the future. The third owner can rest assured to do what he should do."

If they are always forced by life, how can Ye Wei free up his mind to think about ways to restore martial skills?If he can't find all his martial arts, how can he muster the courage to return to Hidden Sword Villa?

After Jingshu returned to the villa, she found that Ye Ying was not sitting in the corridor, and the door of the study room was open. She leaned over to take a look, and saw that he seemed to be drawing something inside.

"Come in."

Seeing being discovered, Jing Shu walked in obediently, and only then did she see what he drew clearly, "Dagger?"

"sword."

"It's a little short." It's a little shorter than ordinary daggers.

"That piece of cold iron can only make such a long sword." Once tempered and polished, there is not much left, and the thousand-year-old cold iron is precious, so he didn't want to mix it with other ores.

Jing Shu was a little annoyed, "I should go around more, maybe there are other things."

Ye Ying didn't care, "It's good that you can find this piece."

Afterwards, Ye Hui was shocked when he learned that Jing Shu went south and brought back a piece of thousand-year-old cold iron. Thanks to him, he persuaded his elder brother to send him out, otherwise this cold iron would have to continue to be a broken rock in Qiongzhou Throw away.

"In the future, if there is a boat going south, I will go to the sea to fish it for you." Jing Shu didn't give up. If there is one piece of this cold iron, there must be a second piece. Since it was brought out of the sea, she would turn over the entire South China Sea. Come and find it.

Seeing her swearing appearance, Ye Ying slightly pursed the corners of her mouth, bowed her head and continued to modify the pattern.

There is not much cold iron itself, excluding the consumption during the casting process, every part of the material has to be carefully calculated, it is not enough to be long and wide, and the thickness must be moderate.It took Ye Ying a long time to finalize the sample draft, and she had to wait for the details to be read after the cold iron smelting was completed.For the first month, he went to the Sword Hut every day to carefully observe the cold iron in the furnace. After the situation stabilized, he was relieved.

The winter wind rolled up the last dead leaf on the branch, and Jing Shu went to visit Liu Xi as usual, but Ye Wei was often absent in the past few times, and it was said that he went to the mountains.

"I heard that Master Ye held his sword to watch flowers when he was young, and learned the way of swordsmanship. Now my husband is also practicing in the mountains every day. The Ye family's swordsmanship seems to be closely related to this natural scene." Liu Xi and Jing Shu sat face to face They are sewing small things with needles and threads in their hands.

Liu Xi is the eldest daughter of the Liu family, she loved to wield knives and swords since she was a child, and she never touched a female worker. Since she and Ye Wei fell into trouble, she has been doing sewing work day and night, even if she doesn't know how, she has developed a three-point image.

Jing Shu learned it from Gu Xinlan, and she is much more familiar with it than Liu Xi, "The Ye family's four seasons swordsmanship is taken from every scene and object in the West Lake, and the way of swordsmanship is integrated into this landscape."

"Our Liu family doesn't use swords, but we also know that the essence of swordsmanship and swordsmanship is as hard to find. You Master Ye Dazhuang has been practicing hard in the sword mound for six years. I don't know how long it will take for my husband to experience this." Liu Xi sighed slightly. Although she persuaded Ye Wei to regain his confidence and recover his martial arts, it is not easy for a person like him who has lost his meridians to regain his martial arts.

The finger of the needle paused slightly, and the sword mound... the black eyes suddenly trembled. When I go back for a few days, I can always see Ye Ying standing in the corridor, looking at one direction and meditating, which is the direction of the sword mound.

"He's going again."

"Ah?" Liu Xi heard an inexplicable sentence popped out of her suddenly, raised her head, and saw that beautiful and quiet face showing a dazed look.

The sword realm stagnated, he wanted to go to the sword mound for retreat, this was the way he thought of.

Jing Shu pursed her lips tightly, clenched her fingers tightly, and almost poked the embroidery needle into her flesh. At the beginning, it was just a sentence in front of Shen Rou to let her back out of difficulties, but now it has become a reality.Liu Xi next to her seemed to be saying something, but her mind was buzzing and she couldn't hear it clearly.

"Jing Shu? Jing Shu?"

Liu Xi called her several times before regaining her senses, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "It's okay, we'll just wait, we'll be back anyway."

"That's right." Liu Xi made up her mind that she would always come back.

A few days later, it was raining, and Jing Shu saw Ye Ying standing in the corridor again. The sound of the rain falling on the dead branches was a bit depressing. She walked over slowly holding an umbrella, "Master."

"Ah."

Jingshu put away the umbrella and went up the corridor, the raindrops slid down the umbrella surface like beads, and smelled a trace of charcoal fire on the tip of her nose, "You just came back from the sword house?"

Nodding lightly, Ye Ying stared at the smoke in the distant mountains, and added lightly, "The initial casting results are not bad."

Jing Shu knew nothing about casting swords, "How long will it take to make it?"

"It takes a very long time to smelt cold iron, ranging from three years to as long... It depends on how it is smelted."

With a half-comprehension, Jing Shu looked at the water drops falling from the umbrella tip, and couldn't think of what to say for a moment.

"Thanks to you this time." Ye Ying turned around and looked at the woman with drooping eyebrows beside her, as if she was distracted somewhere else, "Repay the favor, you gave me a piece of thousand-year-old cold iron, but I can't think of giving it away. What are you doing?"

"Jingshu doesn't ask for anything in return." The gaze on the top of her head seemed to be gentle, she opened her mouth, changed the shape of her mouth, and finally uttered a sentence, "But I want to make a small request, is it okay?" ?”

"can."

Carefully raised her dark eyes to look into his eyes, "Can you stand still for a while?"

What is this weird request?

Although Ye Ying was puzzled, she still agreed, "Okay."

Jing Shu bit her lip and added: "No matter what happens, don't move."

There was a slight ripple in his heart, he looked at the pretty person standing in front of him, and nodded.

"Then don't move."

Seeing that he was really standing still, Jing Shu was stunned, suddenly dropped the umbrella, and stretched out her arms to wrap her arms around the bright yellow clothes.

The cold eyes suddenly spread away, revealing the waves in his eyes, just as he was about to step back subconsciously, and raised his hand, he heard a very soft and small voice in his arms read: "It's agreed, don't move!" .”

Ye Ying stopped abruptly, his eyes were lowered, his black hair was hanging in front of his body, and the heartbeat that was close to him was extremely violent, she...

Jing Shu was already trying very hard to control her heartbeat, her face buried in his chest was burning red to the tips of her ears, she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip lightly, humming again: "Don't push me away."

"……it is good."

The voice above her head was low, as if there was an invisible magic power, calming her trembling mood.She clenched the clothes on Ye Ying's back tightly, leaning against him and not daring to move.The rain outside the eaves blew away the heat from her face along with the wind, she moved her lips, and whispered: "The owner, the third owner, he went to the mountains to realize the sword."

Ye Ying looked down at the woman in her arms and didn't answer, but she could hear her chattering on her own.

"It takes a long time to cast a sword from cold iron, right?"

"The Erzhuang manager has been in charge for almost two years, and I think he is very powerful."

"Although Miss Jingyi is not in good health, she will be fine with Mr. Sheng around."

"Everyone in Zhuangzi will be fine, you...do you have anything to worry about?"

There was a long silence overhead.

"If it's gone, don't worry about going to the Sword Tomb, go early... come back early, I'll be here, waiting for you to come back obediently." After finishing speaking, his heart felt as if a boulder was crushing him. It took six years to go to Jianzhong once, how long will it take this time?

"Jingshu." The hand hanging in the air moved, and finally landed on the top of the familiar head, stroking her soft hair, Ye Ying sighed softly, only feeling that the position of her chest was getting softer little by little. Go on, "You always think of me like this."

"I..." She raised her dark eyes, and met the gentle watery gaze, she just felt that the thin light inside made her unable to move her eyes away. She had followed this light for so many years, and it would still not change in the future, her lips trembled violently , "Master, I..."

She wanted to say that she liked him.

The reddish eye sockets locked the affectionate nostalgia that surged to the pupils, but the invisible wave still swept into Ye Ying's heart from the air, causing all kinds of complications, her Adam's apple slid up and down, her thin lips were pursed tightly, and her eyes moved to elsewhere.

His avoidance made her vision fog up suddenly, Jing Shu bit her lower lip hard, "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for your return, whether it is ten years or twenty years, I will wait for my whole life."

The warmth in front of her was suddenly replaced by the cool wind blowing from the eaves, and the coldness penetrated into her limbs and bones. Her words made Ye Ying's heart tremble slightly, and her gloomy side face was glanced at from the corner of her eye. She couldn't think of what to say for a while, He couldn't respond to her thoughts.

There was a long silence in the corridor, and the rainy draft slapped the two people standing under the eaves. In the end, Jing Shu said lightly, "When does the owner plan to leave?"

The nonchalant voice made her mood more complicated, Ye Ying closed her eyes, "After fifteen."

Counting the days in her heart, Jing Shu's eyes drooped, and there were only a few days left.

The next day, Ye Ying told Ye Hui about going to Jianzhong for retreat, and the latter's surprise was also expected, "Brother, how long will it take you to go?"

"I don't know." In the early years, he devoted himself to comprehending the sword in the sword mound and had no intention of going out. It was his father who suddenly called him back.

Ye Hui frowned, "Brother, this..."

"In the past few years, you have taken care of all the affairs in the villa, and you have never made a mistake. I am very relieved to have you in the villa." Ye Ying said lightly, if the swordsmanship is excluded, Ye Hui is actually more suitable to be the owner of the villa than him.

Inside the Xixin Hall, the two brothers were sitting facing each other, but only the patter of rain could be heard outside.

After a while, Ye Hui's solemn voice sounded in the room, "Okay, big brother, don't worry, I will take care of Zhuangzi and wait for you to come back."

As if yesterday, there was a soft voice buried in his arms, carefully saying "I'll be here obediently waiting for you to come back" into his heart, his cold eyes were a little complicated, "with you here, I can naturally Leave at ease, but there is only one person, and the second brother needs to worry a lot."

"But Jingshu?" Ye Hui guessed right away.

"Her body is becoming more and more different from ordinary people. When the Taoist priest engraved two strokes of cinnabar on Jing Shu's hand during the trip to Yangzhou, I don't know how long it can keep her safe." Ye Ying pondered for a while, "If the cinnabar fades away At that time, I hadn't left the customs yet, so I need to trouble my second brother to send her to Jianzhong."

There is the Spirit Valley of Four Seasons in Jianzhong, far away from the outside world, if Jingshu can't control the spiritual energy overflowing in her body, it will be safer to hide there than to stay in front of the world.

Jingshu's physique, Ye Hui, and other people who often deal with people can see a thing or two. Thinking of the old Taoist gods and gods I met in Yangzhou that year, saying that he wanted to hide people, it is estimated that this will not be discovered by others. Well, this matter is still hidden from Ye Mengqiu, because he is afraid that the other party will do something if he finds out.

"Brother, if you are worried, why don't you take Jingshu with you? That girl has been with you for more than ten years, and I can see that she likes Jing like you in her temperament. Brother, you can learn the sword by yourself. There should be nothing wrong with her staying silently by the side."

The palms were slightly closed, and the beautiful and soft face floated in front of my eyes, and the bottom of my heart also rippled, "If she is here, I... will not be calm."

The author has something to say: the chaos in Maple Valley, let Zhuang Hua go to retreat in advance

If you write according to the original timeline, you can’t write these two annoying little goblins until the old man and the old lady haven’t worn out their heads orz

When I finished coding the first half, I suddenly thought that Jing Shu and Liu Xi should be sister-in-law, this kind of man who sits face to face and sews, and then can’t make up his mind... The scene really plays out in a second [laughing wildly]