One Sword Nine Ya

Wen Hui was in a coma for two days before finally waking up.

Holding his young master and howling for a long time, the witch is so hateful, and from the corner of the eye, he suddenly saw Xiaotao coming in with a bowl of porridge with a cold face.

Seeing that he finally calmed down, Chen Weichen asked, "So——what did she do, huh?"

The little servant had a delicate face: "How would I know..."

Chen Weichen pinched his chin: "Think."

"She brought me out of the South China Sea and flew all the way south." Wen Hui was very aggrieved. "At first, she just served her, but then it became a big deal. The witch wanted to strip my shirt and draw many symbols on my back——and later put me on my back." I was thrown into the lake, and there was a stone house in the lake. I was tied up with iron chains, and she came to torture me every day."

"Turn around," Mr. Chen said, "Take off your clothes."

There are only three of them in the room right now, although Xiaotao is a daughter, but since she was a child, she will probably get married in the future, there is nothing to avoid.

Wen Hui took off his shirt as he said, but the back was very clean and there was nothing on it.

Chen Weichen asked again: "How does she do it? How do you feel when she does it?"

The little servant thought about it sadly for a while, and replied: "She just sat on one side with her eyes closed, and there were countless things crawling around inside me. At first, it hurt a lot, but then she forgot the pain, and she saw a lot of things in a daze. ——After waking up, I can’t remember anything.”

Chen Weichen asked some more questions, but Wen Hui's memory was scattered and he didn't find anything useful.

After he finished asking, he pulled up the quilt and left Xiao Tao to take care of him, letting him rest for a few more days.

The rain gradually stopped, and I couldn't help but think of the scholar who lost his soul in the rain.

A group of arrogant attendants from the State Teacher's Mansion went to Situ's Mansion to "visit".The fat-headed Master Situ was tortured quite miserably, and he ordered his servants to ask for help from several families he had made friends with.He suddenly heard a sneer, turned his head and saw the master of the state who had coaxed the emperor into submission at the peach blossom banquet, leaning against the painting screen, and fainted from fright.

The Xingqiu generation of devil emperors are used to seeing the obedient and obedient people in the devil world, and they are quite displeased with the mess in the world. Moreover, this person is really not flattering in appearance, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to him, so he throws a sinister magic cultivation technique , Shi Shi ran out.

Although the blood debt can be paid, the dead cannot be resurrected.

The scholar rejected their offer to help with the cooking, picked up the little lady's body, and walked step by step into the boundless rain.

Chen Weichen could only send his servants to watch from a distance.

When he returned to the study, he saw Ye Jiuya was writing something with a pen, laying it out vertically and horizontally between the pens, his momentum almost bursting out of the paper.

This person is not idle on weekdays, he has to guard Tianhe all the time when he is on the mountain, after going down the mountain, besides practicing sword, he also has to sort out his daily insights in detail for the disciples in the sect to practice.

What I'm writing now is related to sword intent - you know, one of the praises of Immortal Dao to Master Ye Jian is "collecting the mastery of sword moves and developing the style of sword intent". It is conceivable that after the book is completed, it must be A legendary exercise that is famous and everyone wants to get it.

Chen Weichen leaned aside, looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand and waved Ye Jiuya in front of his eyes: "Take a break, this kind of job is too depressing - I'm going to get dizzy just looking at it."

Ye Jiuya put down his pen for a while, Chen Weichen saw that he was free, and ordered his servants to take away the papers and bind them, and leaned over with a smile, leaning on Ye Jiuya's shoulder.

A small, deep purple bird fluttered over, about the size of a fist, calling "bald donkey" and "bald donkey" one after another.

——It was brought by Xingqiu before. It is a rare parrot bird. It looks like a phoenix but not a phoenix, but it can learn tongues. The master of the state teacher followed him out for a walk, but accidentally dropped the phoenix here.

Chen Weichen stretched out his hand to tease it, and saw that "bald donkey" was really unpleasant, so he taught it to speak: "My dear Huang, my name is Ye Jun."

Huang Niao tilted her head, her bright black eyes were full of ignorance.

Chen Weichen called "Ye Jun" a few more times.

The phoenix bird opened its mouth, but failed to make a sound.

Chen Weichen saw that there was something going on, so he held Huang Niao in his palm, and taught him every sentence. After a long time, Huang Niao finally opened his mouth and called out "Ye Jun", which was still jerky.

Chen Weichen patted its crown feather to show his appreciation, then turned his head to look at Ye Jiuya with a smile.

Ye Jiuya had watched Chen Weichen teach Huangniao to speak quietly before, and heard him call "Ye Jun" warmly and attentively. At this moment, the man turned his head, and the spring water in his eyes suddenly burst into a subtle feeling in his heart. ripple.

It seems that these days of being together day and night, really gave birth to a connection that seems to be there.

When Chen Weichen turned his head, his cheek brushed against Ye Jiuya's drooping hair, and the most common movements on weekdays involved a lingering sentimentality, swaying like the white smoke curling from the incense burner.

At that moment, he was in a trance, feeling that there was only such a person left in the sky, he could see it when he turned his head, and he could touch it with his hand.

—— Then he really stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the jet-black hair.

It's just that he is greedy for tenderness and is too close to this person, which is a distance enough to entangle ambiguous thoughts that shouldn't be there.When he saw the face that haunted his dreams and the thin lips with light color, he was fascinated and almost forgot to breathe.So at this moment, his whole body was in disarray, his arms crossed Ye Jiuya's shoulders and neck, and there was a period of staring at each other, getting closer and closer.

Coincidentally, the sound of footsteps came from outside, and it was the servant who was waiting for the study saying, "Master, the book is ready!"

——I don't know whether to praise him for his quick movements, or to blame him for coming at an untimely time.

When Chen Weichen was called out like this, he came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream, let go, lowered his eyelashes, sat down properly, and took the book handed up by the servant.

Taking a peek at Ye Jiuya's expression again, seeing that the usual turmoil was still there, he felt a little bit lucky and a little bit sad.

He turned over this page, acting as if nothing had happened, and the room fell into an awkward silence.

Finally, it was Ye Jiuya who asked, "How is Wen Hui?"

He replied: "He doesn't know what he's doing, and he can't remember clearly. He only knows that Senior Chi should use him as the eye of the formation to perform some spells."

Ye Jiuya: "What's so special about him?"

Chen Weichen thought for a while, and replied: "One of us was born at noon, and the other was born at midnight, and our fates are mutually reinforcing. I didn't take it to heart——Heaven and earth make people, there is always one and then there are two, and I was born like this A man with a fierce body must have a lucky star to match him. But now it seems that either Ah Hui's fate is useful to Senior Chi, or he also has something special."

After explaining these, there is no more words.

Fortunately, Mr. Chen is not thin-skinned, and he has turned around in this moment of effort.

He picked up the half-packed book: "Ye Jun, let me annotate it for you, okay?"

Ye Jiuya nodded.

Most of the exercise booklets are divided into two copies, one original and one annotated.

Originally, it was the most essential, every word and every word, but it was also obscure.The annotation is based on the original sentence, and the small characters of the ink pen are commented on and explained in detail.

When students participate in research, they first understand the original, then read the annotations, and the last two correspond to each other to create their own path.

Chen Weichen dipped in the vermilion ink and began to annotate seriously.

Just in response to the sentence that the characters are like a person, his handwriting flowed from the end of his pen, flowing in the clouds and water, elegant and elegant, and Ye Jiuya's tall and straight characters on a piece of paper, which can be regarded as a perfect contrast.

As he wrote, he stopped from time to time to discuss with Ye Jiuya, and before he knew it, time passed by slowly.

It took them half a month to write this sword intent method. When it was completed, it was at night. After reading it, there was nothing wrong with it. Regardless of the handwriting, it seemed that the same person wrote it and annotated it by himself.

Chen Weichen was very happy to read it, and asked: "Ye Jun, this must be a book of exercises handed down from generation to generation, what name should I give it?"

Ye Jiuya said: "You can do whatever you want."

There is nothing particular about the name of the immortal way, because the chances of enlightenment are all kinds of strange things, and so is the source of the exercises.Jiange and Jiantai, "Flying Flower Sword Art", "Cang Hai Liu", "Combining Bi", "Putting Pearl" are still beautiful, but Taoism is more casual. If those "Crock Pot Sutra" and "Gourd Sutra" are placed in the world, It is very difficult to be elegant.

Chen Weichen pondered for a while, picked up a pen and wrote the three characters "Sauvignon Blanc" on it.

Ye Jiuya looked at the three characters: "Why?"

"Your sword intent is a ruthless sword intent," Chen Weichen said, "come with love, go with no love, lovesickness is worse than no lovesickness."

Ye Jiuya said: "Since you don't love each other, why do you mention long-term lovesickness?"

"They're not you, they don't have the talent to cultivate the ruthless way. To realize your sword intent, you need to take a dose of ruthless medicine," Chen Weichen said slowly, turning the pages of the book, "as long as there is a little mortal heart Or, when you see the name, you have to be distracted. At this time, when you open it, you see the words and sentences that teach people to be cold-hearted, and you pour a basin of ice water on it, and compare the two sides, so that you can see your uncut dusty thoughts and see clearly. There's a difference between heartless and heartless."

"But he must not be reconciled. He wants to turn backwards and enlightenment until the end."

Chen Weichen turned to the last blank page, took a pen and wrote down the sentence "Come with love, go without love, lovesickness is worse than no lovesickness", and his voice was lower: "I saw this sentence last, enlightened, enlightened."

"What's more," he looked into Ye Jiuya's eyes, "you still don't know your own dao? A genius like you hasn't been born in the immortal way for thousands of years. In my opinion, Lord Yan may not be as good as you—but why are you still here? Can't you make it to the peak of the Second Heaven?"

"Your way is based on his ruthless sword at the beginning, and he realized ruthlessness. But after all, it is placed on him, with a heart of love, to cultivate the way of ruthlessness, Ye Jiuya, tell me, are you right? Lovesickness, or long-term lovesickness?" At the end of the sentence, the voice became lower and lower, like a whisper: "I have read your mind these days, and I can fully understand the foundation of your enlightenment. I think he is hateful, and I feel sorry for you Distressed."

Every word he said fell into Ye Jiuya's heart.

Ye Jiuya looked at him, those old events that even he didn't quite understand, became clearer as this person analyzed them one by one, at the same time, he saw infinite sadness and grievance in Chen Weichen's always sentimental eyes.

He reached out to stroke the man's hair, so as to appease the sadness and grievance.

Chen Weichen smiled, turned his head to hide, and wrote his own name after the signature of "Jiange, Ye Jiuya", adding a few more words seriously.

"In the late spring of the Gengxu year, Wei Chen and Ye Jun co-authored it in Zhiqiu Bieyuan in Nandu.

The bright moon outside the window, the bright candle on the case, the world of mortals, a big dream. "