[Lu Xiaofeng] Sword God's Steward

Ximen Chuuxue eats and sleeps regularly like a puppet wound up like clockwork every day. The rest of the time he sits in the study and thinks. Fortunately, people still have survival instincts, and Mo Mengke is taking care of him, so he can survive well. I have to become a fairy.

His consciousness has always been a vast white chaos, he walked alone in it, kept walking, this chaos is endless, he can only keep walking, but suddenly there is a voice in the chaos, that The voice whispered a word in his ear, and he woke up.

"Axue, I'm leaving."

Except during martial arts competitions, Ximen Chuuxue is usually a person with a very low sense of presence. There is not much difference between having him and not having him in this villa.Chinese New Year is coming soon, Doctor Ying, as the village head, must go back to the snow mountain, so he left after the winter solstice.Therefore, it was supposed to be a joyous day when the new year was about to come, but after Mo Mengke left the villa, it became completely deserted.

The hidden guards in charge of staying behind are not allowed to leave the villa without special circumstances, so Han Mu can only ask Li Qiu and Bai Lu Duoduo who are following him to take care of Mr. Gu, to work harder and be more considerate and attentive than usual.

The villa was founded by Mo Mengke, and at this time, his advantages have come to the fore. The answer to the modern question "if the parents divorce, who will the children go with" is still obvious in Wanmei Villa.

When Mo Mengke traveled far, the servants of the villa heard some gossip from the secret guard, knowing that the young master was wronged by the owner of the villa, so they went out heartbroken (?) to relax, so they changed their ways, Help Mo Mengke "bully" Ximen Chuuxue.

On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, Xiaoxue and Mo Mengke left the villa for the first day.

Ximen Chuuxue sat alone in the hall, staring at the snowflakes in a daze, in a real sense of daze, except for the years when he was wandering in the rivers and lakes, this was the first time he and Mo Mengke were separated in such days.

He is a person who is afraid of noise, but now that Mo Mengke's nagging voice is gone, he suddenly feels that such a dining table is too quiet, as if he is in another world.

Biwa Zhuyan presented today's breakfast expressionlessly, which turned out to be dumplings and Laba porridge left over from the winter solstice a while ago. In the past few days, if you are awake, I will present it to you. The winter solstice dumplings and Laba porridge are the most unmissable things in a year, and you should eat them yourself."

After Biwa Zhuyan finished speaking, he put away the food and went down. He didn't stay aside to wait on him like usual. Of course, Ximen Chuuxue didn't care. He suddenly remembered that last year, that person was sitting next to him, smiling and stroking He said in his ear, "Axue, if you don't eat dumplings during the winter solstice, your ears will freeze off during the winter."

Ximen Chuuxue scooped up the Laba porridge with a blank expression and took a bite. He also missed the Laba Festival. I don't know if it was the same as he is now, drinking the cold porridge alone, and his left chest suddenly felt a sharp pain.

On New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, the fifth day after Mo Mengke left, Mr. Tianying came back this day, chatted with Ximen Chuuxue for a long time, and then left, coming and going in a hurry.

On New Year's Eve in previous years, red lanterns were always hung high in Wanmei Villa, but this year there was nothing, the aunt came up to the mountain in the evening to arrange the New Year's Eve dinner, she babbled a lot of things to Ximen Chuuxue, and finally sighed gone.

The children quarreled, and she didn't want to be biased, so she could only ask Ximen to write a letter earlier after the New Year, so that Meng Ke could come back.Ximen Chuuxue nodded in agreement, but was thinking about the conversation with Mr. Ying in the morning.

Back to basics, Mr. Ying, is that what Mr. Ying meant?

"Axue, let me ask you, how many layers does the sword have?" Mr. Ying asked.

"Third floor." Ximen Chuuxue replied flatly.

"Well, tell me." Mr. Ying poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and put it down after it turned out to be cold. Butler Hanmu brought the teapot over and poured Mr. Ying a new cup.

"First, the human sword is one, the sword is the human, the human is the sword, the blade of grass in the hand is also a sharp weapon; second, there is no sword in the hand, the sword is in the heart, with bare hands, and with sword energy, you can kill the enemy a hundred steps away; Three, there is no sword in your hand, and there is no sword in your heart, and you can tolerate everything with a big heart." Ximen Chuuxue expressed his feelings for a while.

"That's right, you are now in this third level of realm. Throughout the ages, people who have really achieved this level only exist in rumors. But, sir, I want to tell you, the fourth level of the sword." Mr. Ying Nodding in satisfaction, he knew before that this kid was indeed a good prospect.

"Fourth floor?" Ximen Chuuxue asked suspiciously.

"Yes, the fourth floor. That is, there is a sword in your hand and a sword in your heart. Go and experience it yourself." Mr. Ying came here tirelessly just for this sentence.

Ximen Chuuxue was silent and didn't speak. It sounded like this realm could be reached by the lowest level of swordsman, but he knew that Mr. Ying was not a person who said it casually, so there must be a deep meaning.

"Also, Mengke is gone for a while, are you thinking about it?" Mr. Ying walked a few steps, but still couldn't help turning around and asking.

"Don't worry, sir." Ximen Chuuxue nodded, he is still a human being, he has not really become a god, and he does not want to become a god now.

These days Ximen Chuuxue's life is not easy, usually his food is always served after Mo Mengke goes to the kitchen to take care of it every day, so there will be no food he hates.

Now the servants secretly changed the menu because their hearts were towards Mo Mengke, and took turns to serve Ximen Chuuxue some food that he didn't like every day.

Occasionally, Ximen Chuuxue sat in the study and finished practicing calligraphy. He was thirsty and wanted to pour a cup of tea. There was no water in the teapot. Of course, no one would come to ask for more, just like the cup that Mr. Ying accidentally drank today. Tea.He even loves cleanliness, and he can solve the hot water for washing every day by himself, but in the end, he doesn't even have a change of clothes.

All of this is because the servants want to tell Ximen Chuuxue that he is so blessed that he doesn't know the blessing.And Ximen Chuuxue was a little helpless, but not annoyed, he was even a little grateful to them.

The reason why he is still staying in the villa now is to see what he has missed and how much that person has paid for him. He wants to let himself remember the mood at this moment, just like masochistic.

But one day when he suddenly went back to his room and saw the old lantern on the table, he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore. This kind of pain was worse than heartbreak or heartbreak. "I only hope that Ah Xue will live in peace and well-being in this life, and will never be lonely, and accompany you with a white head." This is the vision lamp he wrote on the fifteenth day of that year, and he still remembers his warm eyebrows and eyes under the lamp.

On the second night of the Lunar New Year, it is sunny and the moon is bright and clear, so it is advisable to travel.

Ximen Chuuxue embarked on a journey of searching for "dreams" with the expectations of the people and hidden guards in Wanmei Villa.

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I think the greatest punishment of love is to let the lost party only endure the pain of longing and remorse, tossing and turning for countless days and nights without sleep!Well, who let Sword God hurt Mengke's heart so much!