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

Feixian Island.

Baiyun City.

Sea breeze, blue waves, sandy beach.

This is the most beautiful and quiet place on Feixian Island.

It belongs to the private domain of the city owner, and only the owner of Feixian Island is eligible to step on this beach and enjoy the natural scenery of the sea and sky.

Today, this beautiful beach has a rare guest.

Two men in white clothes walked side by side on the beach.

One of them is naturally the owner of this beach.

His surname is Ye, and he has been in a high position for a long time, so that his brows are full of arrogance and dignity without anger, his back is straight, his eyes are bright, his face is very young, but there are many gray hairs mixed in the blue hair.

He said: "I never thought that you would come so fast."

Another replied: "Naturally, the sooner the better."

This person is dressed in white snow, with a fairy demeanor, a face full of indifference, but a pair of pure and caring eyes.

If you don't look carefully, ordinary people will never be able to discern this concern.

But how could the owner of Baiyun City be an ordinary person?

Not only is he not an ordinary person, he is also good at observing, especially good at observing a person's character and ability.

Such a seemingly indifferent swordsman would travel across half of the Central Plains for a word from someone he met by chance, just to return him a broken piano. This is really an incredible thing.

But in the Jianghu, don't incredible things happen all the time?

The lord of Baiyun City knew that such a person would only have one name.

That is the hero.

There are many knight-errants in this world, who will make themselves run around for a request or a difficulty of others, and all their efforts are only to obtain a satisfactory result for others, and give themselves a satisfactory explanation by the way.

A large part of them are young people, full of vigor, benevolence and righteousness, and willingness to help others... This is a virtue common to many young people, and it is also the most precious quality in a person's life.Maybe they are full of pride, maybe they are gentle and refined, maybe they have friends all over the world...

But the white-clothed swordsman in front of him, at first sight, really doesn't look like a hero who is willing to help others.

He really isn't.

When Bai Jin came to see Baiyun City Lord, he came as a swordsman.

He wants to compete swords with the Lord of Baiyun City.

While pondering, the swordsman in white beside him pointed out coldly: "Your time is numbered."

This sentence can be regarded as an answer to the question that the Lord of Baiyun asked him why he came so quickly.

Not bad.

Because Baiyun City Lord's time is running out, Bai Jin changed from a swordsman to a knight - he failed in the sword competition, but traveled half of the Central Plains for the opponent, and finally found a piano that he could no longer play.

City Lord Baiyun nodded and said, "I know. That's why Ye is very happy to see you today."

A person who is running out of time, of course likes a person who acts vigorously and resolutely, because his time is really running out.

Bai Jin answered casually: "Before I came, I went to Saibei to pick up my apprentice. If it wasn't for that, I could have come here faster."

City Lord Baiyun smiled, "So I actually underestimated you."

He liked this sharp and straightforward friend very much, he couldn't help but relax, and the majesty between his brows seemed to be less intense.

He even smiled slightly: "This trip to the Central Plains, Ye Mou didn't have high expectations. It was a surprise to get the help of the Taoist elders to find the relics of his wife."

Bai Jin said: "That Qin is not a common thing, it's not hard to find. It took several days of effort and it's just a journey. If you have enough time, you can probably find it."

City Lord Baiyun sighed: "It's a pity that what Ye Mou lacks the most is time."

Bai Jin understood this.

The lord of a city naturally has responsibilities that he must shoulder, and this friend of his knows that his life is not long. If he wants the next lord to complete the handover smoothly, the old lord must spend a lot of effort and busy things It's just too much.

City Lord Baiyun said again: "I shouldn't have gone to the Central Plains, but I went anyway. This is probably the most willful and correct thing Ye has done in the past 20 years."

In the eyes of many people in Baiyun City, such behavior is undoubtedly willful and absurd.

But City Lord Baiyun felt it was worth it.

Just because he really is dying.

After all, it is justifiable for a person who will not live long to throw down the hat of the city lord and do such a thing as never to return.

Bai Jin said sincerely: "Your Madam Quanxia knows, and she will be very pleased."

"Congratulations..." City Lord Baiyun shook his head, and actually smiled: "I owe her a lot, and she is not worthy of her comfort."

This smile is neither a bitter smile nor a self-deprecating laugh, it is just a pure action.

City Lord Baiyun suddenly coughed violently, Bai Jin stopped in his tracks, frowned, and patiently waited for him to finish coughing.

He looks young and handsome, and Bai Jin really feels sorry for him.

City Lord Baiyun said: "I owe you a favor."

The swordsman shook his head and said: "There is no need to pay it back, because I only want to compete with you, and you can no longer compete with me now, and I don't want anything else from you."

"...I really envy your temperament. Ye also wants to be as free and easy as you, but there are many things in the world that people often cannot help themselves."

"I see."

City Lord Baiyun smiled, "You understand?"

Bai Jin said frankly: "I can't empathize with you, but many of my friends are like you, each has their own involuntary feelings."

"how about you?"

"I don't have one." He said, "But I have one thing that I must do. I can compromise most of the things for this one thing."

"Oh?"

On the beach, two men in white seemed to be having a good time talking.

But in the city lord's mansion, there were two children, each holding a sword indifferently, looking at each other speechlessly.

Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng.

Silence spread in the air.

After a long time, Ye Gucheng was the first to break the silence.

"My name is Ye Gucheng."

He is a half-grown boy, fifteen or sixteen years old, compared to Ximen Chuuxue who is barely ten years old, he is already an adult.

Ximen Chuuxue said: "Ximen Chuuxue."

In fact, they didn't need to exchange names, because the two adults had already introduced each other in front of them just now, and they were as talented as they were, so they naturally remembered them.

Ye Gucheng said: "You also learn swords."

"Yes." Ximen Chuuxue hugged the wooden sword and said, "When I pass my tenth birthday, I will have a real sword."

After saying this, he stopped talking.

Ye Gucheng didn't speak either.

They were not talkative people at first, and they didn't have many friends of the same age, so there was really nothing to talk about for a while. Fortunately, Ye Gucheng had the consciousness of being an "adult" and knew that Ximen Chuuxue's master had helped his father a lot. It was rare for him to put on a hospitable gesture, and said, "Ximen Chuuxue, let me show you around."

"Ah."

It was the first time that someone called you by name, Ximen Chuuxue felt a little strange, but he didn't show any abnormality, just pursed his lips quietly, and walked out with Ye Gucheng.

A half-grown boy with a barely ten-year-old child can't actually go anywhere, and it's just going around in the city lord's mansion.

Ye Gucheng felt that the City Lord's Mansion was nothing to see. He lived here every day, so he was accustomed to it. Whether it was flowers or the sea, it was not very novel in his eyes. After walking around, he took the ten-year-old Ximen Chuuxue went to his room.

In the room, there is a quaint piano and a portrait.

The qin is exactly the one sent by Bai Jin.

Ye Gucheng didn't expect this piano to be delivered to his room, he was taken aback for a moment, and then went up to unfold the portrait beside the piano.

Ximen Chuuxue was still a child, so he didn't shy away from it.

But this unfolding, Ye Gucheng was stunned instead.

Ximen Chuuxue looked up, and asked puzzledly, "Who is this?"

Ye Gucheng said: "...it's my mother."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded half-understanding, not understanding why Ye Gucheng showed such an expression.

"Mother has passed away, this is what my father drew for her."

Ye Gucheng frowned, but his tone was very light: "Father said that my mother has gone far away, and it will take a long time to come back...but I know that she is actually gone."

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly thought of his father.

His father is the portrait hanging in the newly opened study room, which was drawn by the master for him.

The master also told him that his father had gone on a long trip and it would take a long, long time before he could come back.

"I don't blame him for lying to me, just because I know that he actually misses my mother more than I do."

Ximen Chuuxue fell silent.

Holding the sword, he looked a little sad and a little angry.

He thought of Chun and Jingming's secrecy, and thought of Butler Luo's avoidance of talking about it. Everyone in Wanmei Villa refused to mention his father in front of him.

Only the master would look at him with loving and pityful eyes, and tell him that his father had gone on a long trip, and it would take a long, long time before he could come back.

At first he didn't understand the meaning of that look, but as he grew up day by day, he gradually understood.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ye Gucheng showed an expression of deep thought, and stopped talking to him.He calmly put away the portrait of his mother, put the piano in a more suitable place, and then sat on the chair, quietly waiting for the end of the conversation with his father.

Half an hour later, the two swordsmen in white finally came back.

Ximen Chuuxue stood up, walked up to his master, raised his head and said, "Master."

"Ok?"

Ximen Chuuxue pursed his lips, revealing a solemn expression like a little adult: "...The mourning will change."

Bai Jin blinked slowly.

……what's the situation?

The author has something to say: Ximen Chuuxue: The same reason can be proved, my father is gone.

Dabai: ...

Jade Rakshasa: ...

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