Chunfengcuo

Mrs. Su's hair has turned as white as snow, and her body has not been as good as before a few years ago. However, with the careful support of her son, she walked into the ancestral hall sincerely, knelt down on the futon, and faced the altar. A line of ancestral tablets on the table muttered a prayer: "Please bless the ancestors of the Su family, so that my daughter-in-law can give birth to a big and fat son smoothly this time, so that my Su family can flourish."

The man who knelt down with her had a pale appearance, and his temples were slightly frosted. He was the owner of Broken Sword Xiaozhu, Su Tingxuan. He also offered three pillars of fragrant incense and begged the ancestors to protect his beloved wife for a smooth delivery.

Broken Sword Xiaozhu is unique in the south of the Yangtze River, but its population has always been small, and it has been passed down to Su Tingxuan's generation for several generations, and it is still over forty years old.Two years ago, Su Tingxuan's beloved wife, Mrs. Tan, managed to get pregnant. As a result, she accidentally fell while accompanying the old lady to Puguang Temple to pray for blessings, and the fetus was miscarried before term.Su Tingxuan was extremely depressed, and the old lady also blamed herself for not helping Mrs. Tan in time, and blamed herself a lot.

Years ago, Mrs. Tan hugged again.All the handmaids around her served with trepidation and care, and finally the journey was uneventful.This morning, Mrs. Tan gave birth, and it has been several hours since the birth, but the baby still hasn't shown up.Mrs. Su, mother and son could no longer sit still outside the delivery room, and could only look to the ancestors of the Su family.

The mother and son were worshiping devoutly, when suddenly there was a commotion outside, and an old voice shouted joyfully: "Old lady, sect master, madam, she gave birth to a young master!"

Su Tingxuan was overjoyed, jumped up and excitedly walked out of the ancestral hall, suddenly heard Mrs. Su's "Aiyo" behind him, and was silent.He turned around in surprise, and saw the old lady collapsed on the futon, her hands clutching her heart and her clothes, her face full of pain.

Mother's situation clearly caused heart disease due to being too pleasantly surprised.Su Tingxuan hastily supported the old lady, put his palms close to the old lady's vest and sent some genuine energy over, but there was no improvement.The old lady's face and lips turned purple, her eyes turned white, she seemed to be dying.

Su Tingxuan was in a panic, stomped his feet, and rushed out of the ancestral hall with the old lady, while ordering the servants who came to announce the good news to quickly invite Dr. Cui, the doctor of Xiaozhu.

Everyone panicked.It was originally a big happy event, but for a while, extreme joy turned into sadness.

After hearing the news, Dr. Cui rushed to Madam Su's room in a hurry, asked the old lady deeply, and poured several kinds of heart-saving medicines to the old lady.

"Sect master, I'm afraid the old lady is... alas" Dr. Cui was helpless and shook his head again and again.

Su Tingxuan lost his father when he was young, and was brought up by his widowed mother. He was always filial to his mother. Hearing this, his complexion suddenly changed, and he sat down beside his mother's couch. When he heard the sound of the baby's crying approaching, he raised his red eyes.

The nurse held the newborn baby boy and came to show him.

It's all this little evil that made the old lady fall ill when she was born!Su Tingxuan hated it for a moment, and didn't even want to look at it, so he roared fiercely: "Take this nemesis away! Hurry up and take this nemesis away!"

"Yes, yes!" The nanny was terrified and hurriedly retreated.

Su Tingxuan was holding his head, and was in great grief, when the childish crying of the baby outside the house, suddenly there was another child crying.

"Master! Madam has added a young master for you!" At this time, only Uncle Jiu, the oldest servant in Broken Sword Xiaozhu, dared to talk to the angry Su Tingxuan again.

Granny Wen hugged the second child, stood at the door and congratulated Su Tingxuan with a smile on her face: "Master Su, you two young masters are white and fat, and they must be rich and powerful in the future! Congratulations, Master Su! "

Coincidentally, Mrs. Su was already breathing in more air than exhaling, at this moment she suddenly coughed a few times, and came back tremblingly, "Where's my grandson? Quick, let me see... see !"

"Mother, are you alright?" Su Tingxuan was ecstatic, and hurriedly asked Dr. Cui to check the old lady's pulse again, and ordered Mrs. Wen to carry the child to the bed.

Mrs. Su tried her best to prop up her upper body and teased the baby boy. Lao Huai was relieved, and gradually regained her strength to speak.While Su Tingxuan and everyone in the room were overjoyed, they were full of amazement, saying that the second young master is really a lucky star in the old lady's life.

The nanny was still standing outside the house, seeing this scene, she shook her head, and said to the crying baby boy, "You! You were born at the wrong time! You will suffer in the future, alas..."

The baby boy seemed to understand what she said, and cried louder with a "wow".

Su Tingxuan's swordsmanship is excellent, but in many cases, a person's mind has little to do with his skill, especially when this person is still a rare dutiful son.

After going through such a shocking change for Mrs. Su, the first thing Su Tingxuan did after calming down was to ask someone to send his eldest son to a tenant farmer's family in the countryside for foster care, lest the child fall into the old lady who was just recovering from illness.

Afterwards, the fortune teller invited, after correcting the birth dates of several members of the Su family, pinched his fingers and counted for a long time, and determined that the fate of Su Tingxuan's eldest son and Mrs. Su were incompatible.

The old lady's face was cloudy and uncertain, she was silent and did not make a sound, she only slowly counted the agarwood beads in her hand.

Su Tingxuan's determination has also become firmer—he will not let this child enter the house until the old lady dies.

Sometimes he even has the illusion that there should be only one child born to his beloved wife.This child was afraid that it was a fetus that was not born alive before, and because of unwillingness, he insisted on coming to the world with a sense of resentment, wanting to take revenge on the Su family.

The shadow of disgust and indescribable panic hovered and accumulated in his heart day and night, until it took root.He almost didn't want to admit the existence of that child, kept his mouth shut about the child, and didn't want to name the child. When his beloved wife pressed him repeatedly, Su Tingxuan reluctantly said, "Just call it Weiming."

I never thought about giving the child a good name, and even did not record the child in the family tree.When people around unintentionally asked about the child's whereabouts, all they got was Su Tingxuan's short and indifferent sentence: "He died early."

Gradually, that child faded from the memory of everyone in Broken Sword Xiaozhu, and even disappeared.The new servant servant only knows that the young master Su Muzhe is the only heir of the sect master.

After all, Tan is the child's biological mother, and every time she hugs Su Muzhe, she will think of her other Lin'er who was born in October.But no matter how much she missed her, she didn't dare to mention it in front of Su Tingxuan and the old lady, so she could only cry secretly behind them.

Women are always frowning and depressed.When Su Muzhe was seven years old, Mrs. Tan finally fell ill and begged her husband before the sick bed to let her see the child.

Su Tingxuan squeezed his beloved wife's bony hands, unable to refuse any request from Mrs. Tan, sobbing and nodding.

That day when the sky was clear in autumn, Su Weiming was put on new clothes by the old servant Jiushu sent by his father to pick him up, and hugged him in his arms, avoiding everyone's eyes and ears, and secretly sent him to Tan's bedroom.

The child was abandoned by his relatives since he was born and has been fostered in the countryside.The farm family who adopted him won the money from the master, so of course they would not speak ill of him, but they would not love him as they would their own children.Therefore, although Su Weiming is only seven years old, he is already very sensible.

He lowered his head under his father's disgusting gaze, and didn't say a word, until he heard Tan's call of grief and joy, then Su Weiming ran to his mother's bed and called mother with tears in his eyes.

Su Muzhe was also by the bed, looking at this beautiful boy who looked exactly like him in surprise, he knew that this was the twin brother his mother had mentioned to him in private.He really wanted to go up to talk to his brother, but seeing his father's face, Su Mu frowned and suppressed the impulse.

Since he was a child, he has been strictly raised by Su Tingxuan. At a young age, he has learned not to show his emotions and anger, and only smiles in his heart.The future is long, and the two brothers will always have a chance to talk.

Tan failed to say a few words to Su Weiming, and fell asleep due to being too excited and tired.Su Tingxuan naturally blamed Su Weiming for the accident, gave him a displeased look, and told Uncle Jiu to take the child out quickly. "Send him back to the countryside, or Madam's illness will get worse."

Uncle Jiu secretly complained for the young master, but he didn't dare to argue with the sect master, he obediently agreed, and went downstairs holding Su Weiming who was about to cry.

Passing by the small flower garden, he saw that it was almost noon, so he couldn't let the child go back to the countryside immediately hungry.Knowing that the sect master didn't like people seeing the existence of this child, he put Su Weiming down and said, "Master, I'll go to the kitchen and ask someone to cook some delicious meals for you. You just wait here, don't run around. "

Su Weiming nodded and watched the old man go away. He hugged his knees and sat by the pond in a daze.What flickered repeatedly in front of his eyes was his father's loathing and accusing eyes.

Is he that annoying?Su Weiming's nose was sour, and moisture welled up in the reddish eye sockets.He was fostered in the countryside since he was a child, and was often ridiculed by urchins of the same age in the village that he had no parents. Showing weakness in front of others, he quickly reached out his hand and wiped his eyes vigorously to prevent himself from crying.

In the pond, the residual load is uneven.A group of mandarin ducks wandered among them, paddling in the water and chasing after them, very leisurely.

Su Weiming lived in the countryside and didn't know mandarin ducks. Seeing that these "ducks" were not like what he was used to seeing, he was a child after all. Curiously, he lay down on the bank and watched for a while, and found that the ducks were in pairs. Swim together.Looking back at being alone and ignored, I couldn't help but feel sad again.

"Duck, duck, come here!" He splashed water on the closest mandarin duck with bright feathers, trying to tease it to approach, but the mandarin duck turned around and swam quickly with its partner to the other end of the pond.

Even ducks bully him!Su Weiming pouted, and couldn't wait for Uncle Jiu. He was extremely bored, so he dug some mud from the pond and played with it. After a while, he pinched a mandarin duck according to the pond. very similar.

He didn't know that the brightly colored ducks were male birds, but felt that the colorful ducks looked much better than their gray companions, so he pulled a lot of grass and flowers on the bank and stuck them on the mud mandarin ducks as feathers.Looking left and right at the finished flower "Duck", he was extremely proud, and said to himself: "You will never be like them and ignore me, right? If you don't play with me obediently, I will Throw you into the water."

"Master, why did you get your clothes dirty?" Uncle Jiu picked up a food box full of meals and cakes and approached, busy cleaning up the mud on Su Weiming's clothes, secretly thinking that if the head of the door passed by, he would definitely see him He was even more dissatisfied with Su Weiming, so he picked him up and left in a hurry.

"Ah! My duck fell!" Su Weiming lost his grip on the mud mandarin duck and fell into the grass. He was anxious to let Uncle Jiu put him down.The old man saw a few nursing homes passing by not far away looking at this side. He was afraid of causing trouble and making the door owner unhappy, so he walked faster instead, and coaxed in a low voice: "If you drop it, you will drop it. When you are free, I will give it to you." Master, buy something more interesting than this."

With the old man's promise, Su Weiming smiled, and obediently lay on the old man's shoulder and stopped making noise.

One old and one young left the flower garden, and the pond returned to calm, but a pair of unstained brocade boots slowly stepped across the grass and stopped beside the smashed mud mandarin duck.Wherever the feet passed by, the green grass was still there, and it was not stepped down at all.

The wind blows, blowing the hem of the elegant purple robe of the owner of the brocade boots.A head of black and shiny long hair also flew into the wind, and occasionally a strand passed over the delicate and picturesque jaw.The black hair is better than ink, and the skin is like jade.

The corner of the man's ruddy and gorgeous mouth held a faint smile.

From the name of the old servant, the boy just now should be the son of Duanjian Xiaozhu's master.Looking down at the muddy mandarin ducks at his feet, Shen Wumeng's clear and phoenix eyes didn't even feel a smile.

Unexpectedly, after trekking thousands of miles from Chang'an to seek revenge in the south of the Yangtze River, he accidentally ran into such a cute child.

Shen Wumeng herself is a rare beauty.Of course, no one in Tianyi Sect has ever dared to comment on him. Even the last leader of Tianyi Sect, his father did not dare to take a second look at his beloved son's peerless appearance when he was alive.Just because anyone who knows Shen Wumeng's temper knows that Shen Wumeng never gets angry easily, but once he is really irritated, the consequences are definitely not something anyone can afford.

His vision is also extremely high, very few people can be favored by him, but the boy from before broke into his sight by coincidence.

Shen Wumeng is only young this year, but he is in charge of the number one sect in the world, leading many rebellious congregants under him, and his heart has long been as cold as a stone.He didn't like children, but the boy in front of him was born to fit his eyes.

The boy is very handsome, and the expression on his little face is even more intelligent and vivid, with every frown, smile, anger and anger, which makes him look very interesting when he is hiding in the dark. Just laughed out loud.

If the boy's father died, the boy would be heartbroken, right? ... Shen Wumeng frowned slightly, and it stretched with just a snap of his fingers.

Sneaking into this place was originally out of resentment that Mo Wanlou, the protector of his right, was seduced by Guan Shanyu, a disciple of Duanjian Xiaozhu, to betray Tianyi Sect, and wanted to kill Guan Shanyu to vent his anger. If Xiaozhu's master tried to stop him, he would naturally join killed.But right now, Shen Wumeng suddenly changed his mind.

He didn't want to see the boy crying bitterly after losing his father.

Shen Wumeng has always acted according to his will.In his mind, there has never been anything that should be done or should not be done, only things that he wants to do or does not want to do.

He doesn't want to do anything now.

"Heh..." He turned around, flying over the high wall like a faint purple cloud that was almost indistinguishable.

Outside the courtyard, there is a patchwork of silent forests. Before the season of plum blossoms, only birds chirping can be heard in the forest.

A burly and majestic man was carrying two giant axes on his back, listening intently to the movement around him.Suddenly seeing Ziying approaching, he respectfully knelt down on one leg and called out to the leader.He secretly wondered why he hadn't heard the sound of fighting in Xiaozhu before.

"Master, did you not find Guan Shanyu?"

Shen Wumeng glanced at his subordinate, the guardian of the left, Gong Zang, was really good at martial arts, but unfortunately his violent personality was far inferior to that of the right ambassador, Mo Wanlou, who was good at dancing.Gong Zang is obviously aware of this, and has been fighting secretly with Mo Wanlou. After Mo Wanlou's apostasy, Gong Zang seemed to have seized a golden opportunity. building.

In that battle, Gong Zang's disciples were killed in Huangshan Mountain, and he himself returned after forging his feathers, but he still proudly declared that he had killed Mo Wanlou, his wife and children.When Shen Wumeng heard about this after leaving the customs, he sighed twice for Mo Wanlou, the only one he liked in Tianyi Sect, and resolutely decided to go to Duanjian Xiaozhu to settle accounts with Guan Shanyu.

But at this moment, he has no intention of seeking revenge.

"Without my order from now on, no one is allowed to trouble anyone in Broken Sword Xiaozhu." He ignored Gong Zang's astonished eyes, and walked forward with a flick of his sleeves.

Gong Zang couldn't figure it out for a while, he hurriedly chased after Shen Wumeng, and said dissatisfiedly: "Master, can we just let it go like this──"

His question suddenly seemed to be choked by someone, and there was no more to say, only because Shen Wumeng turned his head and cast a faint glance at him.

Those eyes, which were so beautiful that one dare not look directly at them, didn't show any fireworks, but they were also expressionless, but Gong Zang shuddered and knew that he should shut up.

He also gets annoyed with himself sometimes.The majestic Dharma protector Zuoshi, who has been calling the wind and rain in the world for more than ten years, would be afraid of this young leader who has not yet reached the crown. However, as long as he recalls how the little devil in front of him led the people to wash the head of the sect three years ago and threw his father down. The position of the leader was replaced, and he felt that only obeying orders was the only way to survive in front of this leader who was far deeper and more terrifying than his peers.

Gong Zang bowed his head and said yes, put away all the unwillingness and confusion in his heart, quickened his pace, and followed the figure of Shen Wumeng who was already far ahead.

Exquisitely carved wooden horses, paper pinwheels, simple and honest clay dolls of different sizes... Su Weiming took stock of the new toys brought by Uncle Jiu, and happily grabbed the old man's arm, jumping for joy.

This kind old man did not lie to him.Since I sent him back to the country two days ago, I promised to buy some good things and come to visit him again.Sure enough, I brought a lot of gadgets to the door today.

"Master, there are more!" Uncle Jiu touched the top of Su Weiming's head with a smile, took out a few booklets from the package and stuffed them into Su Weiming's hands, and said solemnly in a low voice: "This is Xiao Muzhe. The practice tips and sword manual copied by the young master himself, I told you to give it to you. You must hide it well, young master, and don’t let others find it.”

Did his brother give it to him?Su Weiming opened the booklet, the ink was still fragrant, densely packed sword moves were drawn on it, and formulas and mental methods were written on the side.Su Muzhe knew that his elder brother must not be able to read much in the private school in the country, so he tried to write the formula for interrogating Qu Qinya as easy as possible. : "Tell Muzhe, I know. Uncle Jiu, when can I go home again? I haven't had time to talk to my brother that day!"

"This—" The old man's smile suddenly became far-fetched, but seeing Su Weiming's face full of anticipation, Uncle Jiu sighed and comforted him: "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely take you back when Madam recovers. A family reunion."

Su Weiming believed it and smiled happily.

The old man was full of guilt for cheating this innocent child.He couldn't bear to tell Su Weiming that Mrs. Su's condition worsened after that day, and the door owner and the old lady complained about Su Weiming behind their backs, and they might not be willing to let Su Weiming visit the door again for a year or so.

Half a cup of fine wine that was as colored as jasper was leisurely delivered to the beautiful lips by a delicate, slender and extremely powerful palm.

The spring scenery in the courtyard is beautiful like a brocade, and the flying flowers are like fluff, swirling past the eyes of the purple-clothed man, falling into the small lake, and creating circles of ripples.

Shen Wumeng lay lazily on a big rock by the lake, sipping wine slowly, watching couples of mandarin ducks swimming in the lake with a smile, feeling at ease.

These mandarin ducks were bought by him after Broken Sword Xiaozhu returned to the main altar years ago.Whenever he has nothing to do, he will go to the lake to have a drink.

His close servants sometimes pass by, and occasionally they hear the leader laughing alone.Although it was strange, no one thought life was too long, so no one knew that what Shen Wumeng was laughing at was actually a clay mandarin duck he was playing with that could hardly distinguish its original shape.

This little clay puppet was broken that day, but before Shen Wumeng left, he still brought it back.Half a year later, the flowers and plants sticking to Yuanyang's body had long since withered and rotted, but every time he looked at it, he couldn't help laughing when he thought of the boy's lively and changeable expression that day.

I don't know what that little guy is doing now?Are you still foolishly mistaking a mandarin duck for a duck? ...

He took another sip of the fine wine, and half-closed his eyelids in the warm spring breeze.He heard the voices of two teenagers arguing quietly outside the courtyard, but he was still lying high.

Those two were the two disciples he had accepted on a whim recently.Although people are clever and cunning, but apart from practicing kung fu all day long, they only know how to quarrel, and they are not as cute as he originally imagined.

Hmph, children really are annoying, only that little guy Broken Sword Xiaozhu has a taste for him.

The smile on the corner of Shen Wumeng's mouth deepened, he drank the rest of the wine in the cup abruptly, and stood up.

As soon as the longing started, it was like ripples on the surface of a lake, layer by layer, fluctuating endlessly in his heart, which made him impulsively decide to go to Broken Sword Xiaozhu to take a look at the boy.