The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

After dinner, Xiaojing watched the swordplay for a while, and waited until it was almost Xu time.

Cai embraced Duanqing with both arms, and swayed slowly towards the bamboo forest.

Seeing that Yue Wuchen hadn't arrived yet, he simply leaned on the bamboo and waited.

While waiting, he secretly thought about the sword move he saw just now.

After a while, the sound of subtle footsteps came from afar.

Xiao Jing hurriedly turned around, and sure enough, seeing Yue Wuchen coming, he hurriedly clasped his sword and cupped his hands and said, "Disciple pays homage to Master!"

"Well, how is your memorization going?"

Yue Wuchen asked casually, he knew that Xiao Jing was far less intelligent than Lin Jing.

I'm afraid that it would be impossible for Xiaojing to remember the contents of those three books.

I didn't want Xiaojing to reach the sky in one step, but I just wanted him to slowly start to enter the Tao.

If you devote yourself wholeheartedly to cultivation, you will no longer think about all kinds of mundane things.

The most important thing is not to let Xiaojing have time to think about Luo Suxuan.

"My disciple is dull, I only remember a little bit." Xiao Jing whispered shyly, "I still don't know many characters."

"You haven't read a book?"

"It seems that I have read it, but it seems that I haven't read it. The disciple can't remember clearly."

Yue Wuchen: "..."

He was a little surprised, those books, before he gave Xiaojing, also turned a few pages slightly.

I don't think it's difficult.

For Lin Jing back then, he could remember it in his heart in at most three days.

Now it seems that Xiaojing is indeed inferior to Lin Jing in terms of qualifications.

Yue Wuchen sighed secretly, and comforted in a low voice: "It's okay, just try your best, if you don't know the words, just jump over them first, and I will teach you later."

In this way, Xiaojing nodded in reassurance.

Yue Wuchen said again: "Bring the sword."

"Yes."

Xiao Jing hurriedly sent the sword of life with both hands, and saw Yue Wuchen waved his sleeves, and with a bang, the sword of life came out of its sheath, swam around in mid-air, and across the sky, the surroundings were instantly bright as day.

The whole body of the sword blade was shining brightly, and also exuded a cold light.

The reflection made the faces of the two of them half-bright in the night.

Yue Wuchen said: "As a teacher, I will first teach you the formula of Yujian."

The head of the small scenic spot should be, his eyes are rippling with the sword light, and he has not had time to react in the future.

The center of the eyebrows was poked by a cold and slender finger, as if a bucket of ice water was poured on his face in midsummer, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

And countless sword moves instantly appeared in his mind.

The dense sword moves appeared in front of his eyes like a fleeting glance, and Xiao Jing subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab them.

Until he heard Yue Wuchen whisper from the side: "So, is it easy to remember?"

Xiao Jing was slightly taken aback for a moment, and then he finally understood that in order to make it easier for him to memorize sword moves, Yue Wuchen simply saved him the trouble of reading books, and sent every move and style of swordsmanship directly to his eyes.

In this way, not only is it easy to remember, but it is directly engraved in his mind.

But in this way, Xiao Jing felt that he was getting something for nothing, so he took a shortcut and reached the sky in one step.

Before he could speak in the future, his body lightened suddenly, and his whole body was sent by Yue Wuchen to the blade suspended in mid-air.

As soon as his foot stepped on the sword of fate, Xiaojing felt a sense of familiarity spontaneously.

It seems that the former self also rides the wind with his sword.

But he couldn't remember exactly when it happened.

It should be time to dream.

"Master...Master! What should I do? This sword... is unstable!"

Xiao Jing stretched out his arms, trying to maintain his figure.

But his body was wobbly, as if he was stepping on moss, and he couldn't stand still.

He was a little afraid of heights and didn't dare to look down at all.

There is always an illusion that I will fall down soon, and I will be smashed to pieces.

"Don't be afraid, pinch the formula with your right hand, use your left arm to keep your body balanced, the sword will follow your heart, the heart moves and the sword moves, and the sword is one."

Taking a deep breath, Xiaojing followed Yue Wuchen's words, slowly raised two fingers of his right hand, stood in front of him, and tentatively stretched his left arm to the side clumsily.

With a thought, the life sword under his feet buzzed, and it really moved with his mind.

Like a wild goose flying high, it soared into the sky in an instant.

The sharp sword energy left several sword shadows in midair.

The evening wind made Xiaojing's clothes flutter, and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

I just feel as if I have merged with the sword of fate under my feet, and when I think of it, the sword of fate moves.

It fit so well.

But suddenly, sporadic images popped up in my mind.

In the picture, he seems to have fallen from mid-air, and the strong wind blows his robes to bulge.

Beneath him were hard and cold blue bricks.

The whole person fell down like a kite with a broken string.

The bones all over his body were in severe pain as if they were broken.

But in the next moment, a cold, emotionless "continue" came from the side.

That voice sounded like it should be more dust-free.

The former Yue Wuchen watched him fall from mid-air with indifference, and didn't reach out to catch him.

Instead, he unkindly ordered him to continue.

Xiao Jing suddenly opened his eyes, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

The pinching fingers kept trembling.

My whole body was aching.

It was Lin Jing's memory again.

It was Lin Jing's memory again.

Lin Jing's haunted spirit always popped up inadvertently.

It popped up again without warning, followed by the sour pain and the grievance that I had never spoken to anyone.

In an instant, it came to my mind again.

Xiaojing let out an "ah", and his feet lost weight, and he fell from midair.

The night wind blew up his robe, making it look bulging.

The heart jumped directly into the throat.

Xiaojing didn't know why he suddenly stumbled and fell.

I don't understand, what I am vaguely looking forward to.

Vaguely, he seemed to be expecting whether Master would catch him.

Or, he wanted to test whether the master would reach out to catch him, or let him fall heavily to the ground.

Then the next moment, I heard a buzzing sound.

The sword of life flew over from mid-air at high speed, making a gesture to catch Xiaojing.

But with a wave of Xiaojing's hand, he actually blocked the sword of life.

With a bang, the sword of life flew out backwards and landed heavily on the ground.

And the distance from him to the ground is only one breath!

Just when Xiaojing thought that this time he was going to be thrown miserably.

A pair of arms firmly embraced him.

The moment he threw himself into Yue Wuchen's arms, more pictures appeared in his mind.

Every frame and every picture is about being more dust-free.

However, after each frame of the picture emerged, what it brought to Xiaojing was endless sadness.

And the despair that even he can't tell.

Despair was like a wave, completely submerging him.

Instead, resentment, grievance, complaint, pain.

These things suddenly filled Xiao Jing, making him want to take revenge.

"Why was it so careless that it fell down?"

Yue Wuchen hugged him in his arms, stared down at Xiaojing's pale handsome face, and frowned slightly, but instead of reprimanding him, he comforted him softly, "The first time you use a sword, you will To be able to last that long in mid-air is pretty good."

"Master... Master?"

Xiaojing raised his head, looked at Yue Wuchen with bewildered eyes, and called out infatuatedly.

"Ok?"

"The more... dustless?"

"...It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, you have to call me Master."

Yue Wuchen was not angry at all, and said in a low voice with a good temper.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jing became more and more bold, and suddenly his arms wrapped around his waist.

He buried his head and face in his chest.

Yue Wuchen was taken aback for a moment, and then his first reaction was to knock him out.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly remembered that the young man in front of him was not the original Lin Jing.

Can't stand his palm.

With one palm down, Xiao Jing was gone.

Then he slowly put his hand back, Yue Wuchen didn't know what happened to Xiaojing suddenly.

Obviously, he was rejected thousands of miles away before.

Now he is acting like a child—no, to be precise, like a kitten or puppy who has been abandoned by someone.

These are things Lin Jing would never do.

Lin Jing never acted like a baby with his master.

It has never been so big, and I still want to be hugged by the master.

Lin Jing has never been like this.

Lin Jing never dared to do this.

Lin Jing once said that what he feared most in his life was his master.

Except for Master, Lin Jing has never been afraid of anything.

Even with severe punishments and ruined reputations, Lin Jing has never been afraid.

Maybe Xiaojing is still a child at heart after all, and he was frightened just now, so he showed such dependence on him.

No matter how hard-hearted Yue Wuchen is, his heart will be softened by Xiaojing's docile and well-behaved appearance.

Dang even said softly: "What's the matter? Are you scared? Don't be afraid, the teacher is here."

Xiaojing didn't say a word.

He never thought that one day, he would take the initiative to embrace Yue Wuchen.

He never thought that one day, he would have a feeling for Yue Wuchen that he didn't understand.

I just think that we should embrace the more clean, we should be no big or small, lawless, commit crimes above and below, and do whatever we want.

"Yue Wuchen, you have a very familiar smell on your body. I seem to have smelled it somewhere before. But I can't remember it."

Xiaojing shrugged his nose, stood on tiptoes, and sniffed at Yue Wuchen's neck, his warm breath made Yue Wuchen's neck itch.

After a while, Yue Wuchen's jade-like neck turned slightly red, and even his face felt a little hot.

Yue Wuchen subconsciously wants to push Xiaojing away, but he is nostalgic for the warmth of this moment.

His expression was a little flustered, and he was in a trance, not knowing what the world was.

The soul-cracking mark on his forehead began to burn|hot again, like a branding iron, which made his eye sockets a little hot.

Yue Wuchen's voice sounded a little hoarse, and he said, "Xiaojing, you have surpassed."

"I don't understand."

"What... what?"

Xiaojing opened a pair of clean and clear eyes, and said solemnly: "I don't know what transcendence is."

Yue Wuchen also knew that Xiaojing didn't have all six senses, so he probably didn't know that there should always be a distance between master and apprentice.

Like this, it is considered to be overstepped.

This is against the rules.

Even though both of them are men, Yue Wuchen has never had any affection for Xiaojing beyond the relationship between master and apprentice.

But it's not good to hug each other at night.

Yue Wuchen gritted his teeth, and pushed Xiaojing out of his arms cruelly.

Forced himself to be ruthless, and strictly demanded that Xiao Jing not let Xiao Jing follow the old path of Lin Jing.

Immediately his expression sank, Yue Wuchen said with a cold face: "You are too presumptuous now, big or small, lawless! This seat is your master, how can you... um, Xiaojing!"

In the next moment, Xiao Jing rushed over from behind like a calf.

The two arms wrapped around Yue Wuchen's waist again.

Regardless of Yue Wuchen's reprimand, Xiaojing closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of Yue Wuchen's body, and smelling the familiar breath.

The pictures in my mind are constantly emerging and pieced together.

After a while, it appeared in front of Xiaojing's eyes like a fleeting image.

They are all Lin Jing's memories before he was alive, and every frame is about Yue Wuchen.

Xiao Jing saw Lin Jing solemnly digging a hole under the crabapple tree in the yard, and buried a small wine jar under the tree.

And how to personally bury the mound of soil bit by bit.

The soft, slightly damp soil stained his white Taoist robe, but he didn't care at all.

Kneeling under the tree with folded hands, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Xiao Jing is not the kind of person who likes to spy on other people's memories, but he just wants to know everything about Lin Jing uncontrollably.

I want to know all the joys, sorrows and joys of Lin Jing, I want to know the life story of Lin Jing, and the cause of his death.

But just when he wanted to see exactly what Lin Jing buried, and what kind of wish he made.

Yue Wuchen unexpectedly pushed him away.

The picture in my mind was also like colored glass, cracked inch by inch, and soon disappeared.

"Presumptuous!" Yue Wuchen suddenly spoke harshly, and scolded coldly, "You are so bold and reckless now that you don't even listen to your teacher's order!"

Xiaojing was stunned for a moment before realizing what he had just done.

He just suddenly wanted to pry into Lin Jing's memory by getting close to Yue Wuchen.

Who would have thought that Yue Wuchen would be angry.

This was also the first time that Xiaojing was scolded so harshly by Yue Wuchen.

Immediately his legs softened, and he knelt down with a thud. Xiao Jing pressed his hands on the ground, raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and wanted to say something.

In the next moment, Yue Wuchen raised his palm to him, and Xiaojing also raised his hand to block it out of embarrassment.

But the expected slap did not fall.

After all, Yue Wuchen stopped his hand, flicked his sleeves, half annoyed, half pity said: "Xiao Jing, don't act like this anymore, I am your master now! A teacher for a day, a teacher for a lifetime!" Father, there shouldn't be such an intimate act between master and apprentice!"

Xiao Jing muttered to himself: "I don't understand, no one taught me, I really don't understand."

After a pause, he put down his hand, raised his face and said, "But, didn't Master start this first? Obviously Master started it first, but why didn't Master admit it?"

This is a pun, as if Xiao Jing asked Yue Wuchen why he started it first, but refused to admit it at the end.

It was more like Lin Jing blaming Yue Wuchen why the person who was the first to be emotional was obviously the master, but in the end, the master refused to admit it.

At the same time, Yue Wuchen also vaguely sees the figure of Lin Jing through Xiaojing.

This is like a torture from the depths of the soul, hitting the heart directly.

Like a heavy hammer, it hit Yue Wuchen's chest heavily.

Hammered his ribs hard, then crushed his heart.

"you you!"

Yue Wuchen's blood was surging, and a smell of saltiness surged up again. In order not to lose his composure in front of Xiaojing, he quickly held back.

Turning around, he refused to look at Xiaojing any more.

His heart was flustered, he had practiced the ruthless way for so many years, and finally he was defeated by Xiaojing!

His heart was in a mess!

For a moment, Yue Wuchen didn't know whether he was disturbed by Lin Jing, or because of this naive and ignorant little Jing in front of him!

"You go, go back and reflect on yourself!"

"But, yes, how do we reflect on it?" Xiao Jing's tone sounded a bit distressed, and his small face was wrinkled into a bitter gourd. He shook his head and said, "I don't understand why Master is suddenly angry."

Yue Wuchen also felt that he shouldn't be so angry.

Those who don't know are not to blame, and Xiaojing doesn't understand these things.

Tracing back to the source, the reason why Xiaojing became what he is now.

There is also the responsibility of being more clean.

But if he had a tougher attitude at the beginning, he would rather be an enemy of the entire cultivation world than forcibly protect his disciples.

Perhaps, all of this will not happen.

If the magic fetus in Lin Jing's womb had survived, the child would cry and laugh in seven years, and it might be a little Lin Jing again.

A beautiful, well-behaved, pink and jade-carved Xiao Linjing.

If Lin Jing's child was still alive, he should be wearing a Taoist robe now, obediently following Yue Wuchen, calling him Shigong.

Unfortunately, no more.

Yue Wuchen had asked himself countless times in private whether it was out of an attitude of venting his anger.

Did he have a special affection for Lin Jing, that's why he hit Lin Jing so hard.

Was it because he was jealous? He resented everything Lin Jing had encountered.

But countless times of questioning, in exchange for Yue Wuchen evading again and again.

Still can't break through the key points.

I still can't figure out my own heart.

It can also be said that Yue Wuchen never dared to face himself squarely, and dared not admit that he had feelings for Lin Jing that surpassed that of master and apprentice.

"Forget it, we will come here first tonight, you can go back and rest."

After Yue Wuchen said this, he turned around and was about to leave.

But in the next moment, Xiaojing suddenly stood up from the ground, took a few quick steps forward, and grabbed Yue Wuchen, the windbreaker sleeve.

"Master, I suddenly have a place I must go to, and a thing I must do!"

"What's the matter?" Yue Wuchen turned around and said in a low voice, "As long as you don't violate the door rules, you can just do what you want."

Xiao Jing said: "It is because it will violate the school rules, so the disciple wants the master to accompany the disciple to go!"

Yue Wuchen: "..."

Could it be that he was violating the rules of the house if he was messing around with Xiaojing?

But looking at Xiaojing's eyes that resembled Lin Jing, he really couldn't bear to refuse any request from Xiaojing.

It's rare to hear Xiaojing say that there is something he must do.

Xiaojing was afraid that Yue Wuchen would run away, so he clung to his sleeves all the way, his fingertips turned white because he pulled so tightly.

Yue Wuchen couldn't help heaving a long sigh, and said softly: "Master won't run away, you don't have to be so nervous."

"But this disciple just wants to grab Master's sleeve!"

"..."

As a result, Yue Wuchen suddenly lost his temper.

He let Xiaojing grab his sleeve.

Take him to the yard where Lin Jing once lived.

Yue Wuchen stood outside the door, hesitated a little, and refused to go in.

Seeing this, Xiaojing dragged him in without any explanation.

I went all over the yard looking for tools at hand, but I couldn't find anything like a hoe.

It can only be drawn out.

Yue Wuchen asked in surprise, "What do you want to do?!"

"Master, there is something hidden under that crabapple tree!"

Xiao Jing said with certainty that the more dust-free it would be if he loosened it, he carried the sword and walked under the crabapple tree in the courtyard.

Now the season, the crabapple flowers have already bloomed.

This towering crabapple tree was transplanted from Lin Jian Villa by Lin Mobai.

At the beginning, seventeen or eight disciples were ordered to rush on day and night, mobilizing teachers and mobilizing people to bury the tree in Lin Jing's courtyard.

Lin Jing's preferences during his lifetime are basically obvious to all.

Lin Jing likes white, so Yue Wuchen made an exception and let him wear a white Taoist robe alone.

Lin Jing likes quietness and dislikes crowded places.

Yue Wuchen let him live alone in the clean room.

Lin Jing likes to eat emerald green vegetables, so the mountains prepare them for him all year round.

Lin Jing likes crabapple flowers. Every spring, no matter how busy he is, he will take time to visit Linjian Villa.

But later, after Lin Jing died, all the crabapple trees in Linjian Villa died overnight.

None of them survived.At that time Lin Mobai came to look for Yue Wuchen in despair, he said: "Lin Jing took away everything he liked."

Only this tree in the Lin Jingyuan was nourished by the aura of Taoism and protected by the remaining breath of Lin Jing's life, and has lived until now.

Yue Wuchen saw that Xiaojing was aggressive, as if he was about to cut down a tree, so he immediately frowned, and hurriedly stopped him: "Stop! Don't touch this tree!"

Unexpectedly, Xiaojing didn't listen, so he bent down and began to dig the soil with emotion.

Yue Wuchen: "..."

He never dreamed that one day, Duanqing would be reduced to a tool for digging.

"I don't cut down trees, Master, don't worry, I just want to dig out the things hidden under the tree."

Xiaojing is convinced that the things that Lin Jing buried under the tree must still be there!

He waved Duanqing more vigorously, and after a while, he heard a "clang", and he actually dug something.

Xiaojing was afraid that he would dig something up, so he quickly threw Duanqing away.

Kneeling on the ground, use both hands to dig.

Little by little the soil was pulled out, and a small wine jar was soon revealed.

Because it had been buried for too long, the wine jar was covered with mud, and the original color could no longer be seen clearly.

Yue Wuchen saw that Xiaojing really dug up something, and took a closer look, but it was a small wine jar.

Immediately, he frowned and thought, when did Lin Jing learn to drink?

He even secretly buried the wine jar under the crabapple tree.

If Xiaojing hadn't suddenly remembered some of the things that happened back then, I'm afraid the wine jar would be buried in the ground forever, and the sky would be dark.

"Great, dug it out."

Xiaojing carefully pulled the wine jar out of the soil like a carrot.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Picking up the wine jar and shaking it, there was no sound of sloshing water inside, just a muffled sound.

It can be seen that there is something in it, but it is not wine.

After hearing this, Yue Wuchen became suspicious, since the wine jar was not filled with wine, what could it be?

Why did Lin Jing bury a wine jar under the crabapple tree? Could it be that there is some ulterior secret hidden in it?

Seeing that Xiaojing was going to uncork the wine, Yue Wuchen subconsciously stopped him.

But it was still a step too late, Xiaojing moved too fast, after uncorking the wine.

His hands are slender and small, just enough to be stuffed into a wine jar.

Xiaojing fumbled and pulled out the contents of the wine jar.

A thick stack of paper.

The edges of the paper are yellowed.

But it can still be seen that there is something drawn on it, and with just a few strokes, it outlines the profile of a man.

Xiaojing took the portrait and compared it with Yue Wuchen, and said in surprise: "The profile of this profile looks like Master!"

It's not like, it's clear that the painting is more dust-free.

Lin Jing originally knew how to paint, but his painting skills were average, and he didn't often paint. Occasionally, he painted something, mostly flowers and plants, mountains and rivers.

Therefore, Yue Wuchen never knew that Lin Jing could draw people.

What's more, Lin Jing secretly drew so many small portraits of him.

Xiaojing flipped through them one by one, and each one had only a few strokes, but the paintings were very vivid.

There is Yue Wuchen practicing sword and drinking tea.The appearance of holding a book in his hand, and even the appearance of performing ceremonies, are all vividly outlined.

It can be seen that these portraits were not painted in one year.

Because at the end of the painting, the more you paint, the more vivid you are, and the more you paint, the more lifelike you are.It seems that Yue Wuchen's appearance has been engraved in his heart.

While flipping through the pages, Xiaojing thought silently, this is Master, this is also Master, all of them are Master.

There is a thick stack, all of which are paintings of masters.

It's like saying, there is no one else in sight, and you are everywhere.

With trembling hands, Yue Wuchen took the portrait in Xiaojing's hand, exaggerating the bones of his hand.

For a moment, I was confused and didn't know how to face everything that happened in front of me.

"Huh? There are words on it!"

Xiaojing suddenly held a piece of rice paper, looked at the elegant and smooth handwriting on it, and said in a low voice, "It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I meet you again when the flowers fall."

--that was nice scenery at Jiang Nan, met you again in autumn.

This was the original intention of Yue Wuchen to name his little apprentice.

But later, he gradually put the original intention behind.

It turned out that Lin Jing had that kind of thought for him back then!

It turned out that Yue Wuchen was not the only one who was disturbed at the beginning!

It turns out... It turns out that Lin Jing also has that kind of affection for him.

However, seven years later, Yue Wuchen learned of Lin Jing's original intentions.

As senior brother Xuanzhen said, everything is right, but the time is wrong.

It's true that Xiao Jing and Lin Jing are the same person.

But Xiaojing is just Lin Jing's remnant soul, a sustenance in the world.

It's just a phantom of Lin Jing in the world.

Not a complete forest view.

That is to say, Yue Wuchen tried his best, at all costs, even if it was soul-shattering and bone-shattering, he would not be able to return to the original Lin Jing.

Lin Jing could never really come back, never came back again.

Yue Wuchen suddenly felt sad, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Crystal clear tears slowly trickled down from his usually indifferent, even somewhat mean eyes.

Portrait of splashed wet hands.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Jing tilted his head, raised his hand to dip the tears that fell from the corners of Yue Wuchen's eyes, held them in his mouth, and suddenly laughed, "It turns out that Master will shed tears too. I thought that people like Master , I will never be moved by anyone's life or death."

The author has something to say:

It was originally a two-way secret love, but because the master refused to admit it, refused to face up to his own heart, and deliberately suppressed himself, resulting in inner demons, not to mention ruining his sweetheart, and even killing his unborn child.

In seven years, the child was as tall as his waist.

But the master didn't even make a grave for his own child, and he didn't overdo it for the child, leaving the child wandering outside like a ghost.