One Sword Nine Ya

When Chen Weichen was walking back, thinking about what Lu Hongyan said just now, he finally understood where Ye Jiuya's indifferent attitude towards him came from.

Probably because I feel that I have a wisp of the soul of an old friend in me.

For a moment he felt very mean.

"Ah Hui, if one day Xiaotao disappears, and the soul is broken into eight or ninety yuan—" Before the young master finished speaking, the young servant jumped up as if he had burned the hem of his clothes: "Young master, it's so good, why do you want to let it go?" Xiaotao's soul is broken!"

"This is how you can understand," the young master said with a smile, "Those souls are hard to find—but you met a girl who is not at all the same as Xiaotao, not only is she different in appearance, but also far away in temperament , I don’t beat you, I don’t scold you, I call you Wen Lang every day, Wen Lang..."

Wen Hui waved his hands again and again: "I don't want it. I have Xiaotao in my heart. I don't want her even if she calls me husband."

"Listen to me," the young master said with morning mist in his eyes, "but this girl still remembers everything Xiaotao remembers, like a big part of her soul has entered her soul, do you want it?"

"Ah?" Wen Hui said with a bitter face, "Isn't that her?"

"What are you going to do with her?"

"I..." Wen Hui thought for a while in distress, "I'll take care of her first."

"and then?"

"It's really nothing, make do...you can get by with make do." Wen Hui said this with a lack of confidence, "But if she screams her husband every day, I will feel really uncomfortable hearing it, and I really don't know whether I should or not. "

"But you two have finally lived most of your life. The girl confessed that she doesn't actually have Xiaotao's soul. She lied to you on purpose so that you would be willing to raise her and make do with her. What are you going to do?"

The boy's eyes widened, and he couldn't face this complicated situation. It was very painful to think about it, so he choked out a sentence for a long time: "My lord, are you kidding me?"

"Who would have guessed that tomorrow will be turbulent, how many days will it be?" The young master's back is floating forward in the morning wind: "I used to illuminate the moon with my heart——"

The boy scratched his head, feeling that his young master had gone crazy in recent days.

He took out the pink handkerchief that he carried with him, looked at the peach blossoms embroidered on it, and thought of the unruly girl who grew up with him. He smiled idiotically and put it back into his arms: "A good soul, how can it be said that it is broken? It's broken—Young Master Cheng Rijing likes to talk nonsense."

The carriage added the magic of the Xian family, and galloped all the way, the place it passed was full of wilderness, and finally saw a large-scale city.

Only at this time, Wen Hui felt that his young master was of some use - after all, the young master knew a lot of things in the world.

"At that time, several strong and powerful vassal states in northern Xinjiang united to flatten the old capital. The first emperor fled south in a hurry, the trees fell and the monkeys scattered, and most of the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty disappeared. Among them, General Yan rebelled, led his troops and horses to stand on his own, and occupied the land to become the king. It is the so-called "Yan party rebellion bandit" by the people of the Southern Dynasties. The barbarians in the northern Xinjiang were not good at governing the country. They made a great river and mountain a mess in decades. Divide up several large pieces, and completely cut off Longting's desire to be emperor." The young master said to them, "But the Yan Party has gradually flourished in recent years, although they are also full of soldiers and bandits. Looting, after all, he has the background of plotting the world for the royal family in the past, and he is barely decent—look at the city flag, this is the city of the Yan Party."

There are soldiers guarding the city, and the armor is quite bright, but the livelihood here is very sluggish, the inns and shops are empty, and most of the streets are closed.

It can be seen that the head of the Yan Party regards military strength as the greatest reliance in the current troubled times, and has not worked hard to manage people's livelihood.

After traveling all the way, this is considered to be living in a serious inn.

After taking a bath, Mr. Chen walked into the room with wet hair on his shoulders: "Master Ye Jian, hair."

Ye Jiuya didn't move.

Chen Weichen kept looking at him: "Hair."

The man finally raised his eyelashes slightly, and said in a cold voice, "I know you very well?"

"Of course we are very familiar." Chen Weichen blinked his eyes: "Master Ye Jian is very clear."

This young man is probably grabbing Ye Jiuya's great weakness, and he is sure that he will not be hurt. He can only be "raised first" as Wen Hui said, so he just sat down by the bed, and there is a lot of love. There is a posture of not leaving here.

Ye Jiuya finally stretched out his hand, and passed it through his wet hair, his breath flowed slowly, and after a while, the moisture disappeared, and the traces of worries slipped from his fingertips, with a faint fragrance of saponins.

Chen Weichen smiled and said, "Thank you, Sword Master Ye."

He got his wish and dawdled in the room for a while before leaving and going back to sleep in his own room.

Before leaving, his eyes were full of resentment and nostalgia, as if he had been kicked out of the house after being wronged.

Ye Jiuya folded her arms and stared at him coldly.

Chen Weichen scratched the door frame and looked back.

It was Wen Hui who thought his young master was worthless and dragged him back.

The candle flame burned to the end, the flame jumped a few times, and after a small "chick", the last flame was also extinguished in the hot and transparent wax oil.

The moonlight passed through the half-open window in the silent city and fell on the body of the fairy in the room.

People who practiced martial arts and swords since childhood, how to stand and sit has become a habit engraved in the bones of the body, it is stretched and straight, there is no fault to be found, even the silhouette under the moonlight is slender and straight.

His fingers slid across the black hilt of the Nine Ya Sword, the famous sword has a spirit, and let out a short clear cry.

"You were once connected with his soul," he said to the long sword, "why didn't you cry?"

The long sword blew again, this time it was a little weaker.

"You don't recognize it either."

As the night wind passed through the window, he slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The room was silent.

In the early morning of the second day, after purchasing some items in the city, the group set out on the road again.

Passing through the village on the way, I saw a farmhouse and went to ask for water.On the field ridge covered with weeds stood a young lady in coarse clothes, calluses had been worn out on the hand holding the hoe, and the other hand was wiping tears.

"Ma'am," Wen Hui stepped forward, "We are passing here, is there any water?"

The little lady sized him up hesitantly, seeing if he looked like a villain, she nodded: "Yes."

The house is a thatched house, very low and simple, occasionally the coughing of the old man can be heard.

The little lady poured water for them, filled the water bag again, and whispered softly: "My lord, I heard from people in the village that the mountains and rivers further south are dangerous, and you won't see anyone for a few days."

"It's okay," Chen Weichen knew it was a kind dissuasion, and said to her, "We have a solution."

Then I heard the old woman's weeping voice: "Son, my son..."

The little lady hurried over to comfort her, but the old woman cried hoarsely again: "Ah Qing, you... you haven't left yet... find a good family, leave me alone..."

"Mother, you're confused," the little lady's voice was crying, "Where are there any men in the village?"

When she came out, her eyes were still red, and she smiled apologetically at the visitor, "It's my in-laws, not sober."

Needless to say, it is known that her husband-in-law was conscripted into the army and there is no news about it, nor did she leave a son and a half daughter as thoughts, only the sick and confused old woman and young lady are left to manage their livelihood and manage the barren wasteland .

Thinking back to the prosperous days of the past, there was a rule that there was no collection for newlyweds and no collection for funerals, but now it has all disappeared, from young boys to old people, no one is spared.

Lu Hongyan tapped her toes and went out, dressed in red, hunting around, shattering Kunlun's sword energy, and using the supernatural powers. To work hard for several days.

Knowing the identity of this pedestrian, the little lady whimpered, not knowing whether it was reverence or awe, her voice trembling: "Immortal Elder..."

Leaving here, on the carriage, Wen Hui asked cautiously: "My lord, why don't you give her some money? You used to give her in Yuecheng..."

"Where can she spend it?" The young master sighed, "There are only old and weak women and children left in the village, and it is not enough to support themselves. The market has long been closed, and there is nowhere to go even if you want to buy food. What's more, in a few days Even when the autumn tax is collected, if the soldiers who come to rummage through the chests and cabinets find oil and water, the next time it will only be doubled—only what Miss Lu can do can really help this little lady."

Lu Hongyan held her sword and looked at the crows in the wilderness outside: "I was also a person in troubled times."

Xie Lang looked thoughtful: "You can't save the world, you have to get out of the world. The world has fallen to such a point. I can understand why Shen Shuhou abandoned Confucianism and entered Taoism."

He frowned: "It's strange, it's really strange, luck in the world, why is it here?"