Daoist is robbing darts again today [Sword Three + Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Yu Luocha lost contact for nearly two years.

A year ago, there was a small disturbance in the Western Demonic Cult. It is said that it was quickly suppressed by the three friends of Suihan. Wanmei Villa has almost no first-hand information about the internal affairs of the Western Demonic Cult. Wait for this matter It was already a whole month later when it reached Saibei.

When Bai Jin received a letter from Yu Luocha again, on a thin piece of letter paper, he eloquently asked something about Ximen Chuuxue. The moment he unfolded the letter paper, he almost rushed to his face.

Bai Jin looked at it, and couldn't help but smile with the corners of his mouth raised.

He picked up a pen, but there were only two words in the reply.

"Congratulations."

A word of congratulations is enough.

After another half month, the belated birthday gift finally arrived at Wanmei Villa.

This time, it was even more special than previous years.

"blacksmith?"

Just as Bai Jin finished practicing the sword, Steward Luo, who had been waiting not far away for a long time, stepped forward and reported the incident.

In this "congratulatory gift", there is actually a living blacksmith.

It really fits Yu Luocha's style.

"Yes. What the lord wants is to ask the master to tailor a saber for the young master."

Bai Jin put the sword back into its sheath, and said speechlessly: "He is not as tall as my sword now, so what's the use of tailoring it? Or is this master swordsmith going to live in Wanmei Villa to make swords for Chuuxue?"

Housekeeper Luo dutifully relayed: "Yes, the Lord does have this plan. But in the end, it's up to you to decide whether to stay or not."

"Forget it, since you can catch his eyes, you must have some skills, so let's arrange that master in the villa at the foot of the mountain. For the time being, there are only these original people in Wanmei Villa. They would rather be short than indiscriminate. When Chuuxue grows up, he will take care of him." Decide whether to add staff."

"Yes." Housekeeper Luo agreed, and when he saw Bai Jin raised his legs, he ran after him bitterly, and asked as he walked, "My lord, the lord has sent a lot of materials for making swords this time, do you want to have a look at it?" ?”

"He's in a hurry." Bai Jin kept walking: "Let Chuuxue choose by himself when he grows up. The things will be locked in the warehouse for the time being. In the past few years, he can only touch the wooden sword."

Butler Luo couldn't help showing a smile on his face, "Master is looking forward to learning sword."

There was also a smile in Bai Jin's eyes, "I hope it's not a momentary enthusiasm."

Having said that, he still has great confidence in his apprentice.

"What else did Yu Luocha explain, you can say it together."

Butler Luo coughed a little guilty, feeling very helpless.The leader and the old man clearly communicated by letter from time to time, but these daily trivial matters had to be written in separate letters to him, leaving him alone to say all the annoying things, it was really embarrassing.

"The wine you buried in the main altar of the Raksha Sect three years ago is delicious. My lord asked me to ask you. The young master is about to start learning swords. Would you like to send it to celebrate?"

Bai Jin stopped in his tracks, and asked suspiciously: "How does he know that the wine tastes good?"

Butler Luo was also taken aback.

Bai Jin snorted coldly: "His son didn't take a sip, but he tasted the wine first."

Steward Luo knew very well that with his master's waywardness, it was very possible that he would just slap and drink it if he was in a good mood one day.But he still tried to restore the image of the Lord in the master's heart: "Maybe it's just a sniff."

"Let him keep it. If you haven't mastered even one move, you have to celebrate... we'll talk about it on the day Chuuxue becomes a teacher."

"Yes."

"anything else?"

"No more, really no more."

A few white cranes danced lightly by the cold pool, like a fairyland. Ximen Chuuxue stood in front of a white crane and raised his hand to touch it. The crane was also very docile, and a child would caress it again and again without touching it. Playing with your companions is very human.

Chunhe stood a little far away from them, enviously looking at the young master who got along well with the white cranes.

It's not that she didn't want to go forward, but that she was really frightened by the cranes. These little guys looked like fairy spirits, but in fact they were all very cruel, except for the two masters, one big and one small, and Except for the mother-in-law who was feeding, anyone who dared to take a step closer would pounce on them, and every pounce was accurate, until they were so frightened that they rolled and crawled away.

Who dares to scream at the gate of the master's courtyard?Who dares?

"Blowing snow."

As soon as Xiao Fuxue's eyes lit up, her attention was immediately diverted.He walked in front of Bai Jin, full of anticipation, but still tried his best to show a calm look, and said: "Master, today I will make a sword for me."

Bai Jin asked: "Have you finished writing today's words?"

"It's finished."

Ximen Chuuxue cast a glance at Chunhe who was at the side, and Chunhe immediately took two pieces of paper knowingly.Bai Jin took it as usual, unfolded it, and the crooked but still complete handwriting appeared in front of him.

Okay.

At least it is complete. Unlike before, there was either one missing or one missing, and one, two, three, four can also be written, which is good.

After folding the two pieces of paper, Bai Jin stretched out a hand to his apprentice: "Follow me in."

Xiao Fuxue immediately held her master's hand, and was led into Bai Jin's yard. Chunhe followed for a while, then stopped at the door consciously, and stopped going forward. Butler Luo also had to deal with other matters. Then he quietly left.

Xiao Fuxue looked at the trees in Baijin's yard, and suddenly asked: "Master, are there no white flowers?"

The trees in Baijin’s house bloom slower than other trees in the villa, and the trees wither later. In Ximen Chuuxue’s thoughts, the white flowers in Master’s yard have become the most “long-lived” flowers in the entire Wanmei Villa .

Bai Jin said lightly: "It has withered, and it will bloom again in the next year."

Ximen Xiao Fuxue thought for a while: "Are they sleeping?"

"No. Next year's flowers are new flowers, and the original flowers are gone."

Ximen Chuuxue was startled: "Then where did they go?"

Bai Jin said lightly: "Dead."

Ming Chunhe: "..."

Is it really okay to teach children like this!

Xiao Fuxue stopped in her tracks and asked puzzledly, "What is dead?"

Children of this age are at the time when their curiosity is strongest and they are also at the best time to absorb knowledge. Bai Jin feels that there is a long way to go, and he always knows all about Xiao Fuxue's questions.

"It is turning into clay and returning to the earth."

"Why do you want to return to the earth?"

"Everything in the world will return to the earth. Flowers, plants and trees, birds in the sky, fish in the water, and rare birds and people on the ground... will all return to ashes and dust to dust after a certain period of time."

In the world he was originally in, there was no real death in the true sense, and everything could be restarted from a certain point in time. Although it was different from the innate cognition in his mind, everyone in Datang was like this, so he I also take it for granted.It wasn't until he came to Daqing that he realized how deformed and unreasonable the world was.

In fact, the world of Daqing is more in line with the innate common sense in his mind.

A look of unease appeared on Xiao Fuxue's face.

"Will Master also turn into clay?"

In a child's world, whether or not the master will disappear is more important than the remote matter of his own death.

Bai Jin is the only relative in Ximen Chuuxue's cognition, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is completely dependent on her.

Bai Jin doesn't deny it, it's just...

"That was a long time ago."

Xiao Fuxue asked anxiously, "How long?"

Bai Jin thought for a while, and seeing the nervous look on the little apprentice's face, he hesitated and said, "...100 years."

I heard that 100 years is a long, long time for a child, so it should be fine.

Ximen Chuuxue fell silent.

He seemed to have suddenly fallen into thinking about life, and his mood, which was originally full of joy, calmed down unknowingly.

He still didn't know what death was, but he just felt very sad.

Bai Jin didn't realize it, he led his little apprentice to the study, and began to concentrate on cutting wood.

Xiao Fuxue skillfully climbed onto her chair and remained silent, Bai Jin didn't notice anything wrong for a moment.

Fubuki is actually very quiet.

It was supposed to be the most naughty age, but affected by the overall atmosphere of the villa, and facing a taciturn master every day, Chuuxue seemed very quiet compared to other children of the same age.

It is true that children will gradually approach adults as they grow up.

I like swords, I like white clothes, I like small animals, I don't like noise, I don't like crowds... Lian Chun and Jingming also feel that the young master really looks more and more like a white brocade as he grows up. She didn't have any expression either, she just held the picture album quietly and focused on it, that kind of expression was almost the same as Bai Jin's when she was reading.

Butler Luo was also secretly frightened.

What he predicted many years ago seems to be coming true.

——The young master of the Western Devil Cult may become the same swordsman as the white-clothed swordsman.

The young master has not yet grasped the hilt of the sword, but he has gradually acquired the posture of a swordsman. This should... be a good thing.

The wood is chipped.

Bai Jin gently blew on the sawdust, and said, "Chuixue, come and have a look."

Ximen Xiao Chuixue raised his eyes, and when he saw the small wooden sword, his eyes lit up, and the troubles in his mind also left him at once.

A five-year-old's head can't always hold too many things.

Ximen Chuuxue jumped off the chair, walked over to take the wooden sword from the master, and held the hilt cautiously and solemnly.

Bai Jin smiled and praised: "The posture is good, it looks like a swordsman."

Ximen Xiaochuuxue gave him a bright smile from the heart.