[Comprehensive martial arts] I am not a coquettish bitch

It's the Ching Ming Festival again, it seems that there will always be a little rain every Ching Ming Festival.This year's Ching Ming Festival is no exception.

Sun Xiuqing was dressed neatly as a chivalrous man, holding a white and tender little bean in his hand.The young child has exquisite facial features, big and dark eyes, and already looks a little bit like Ximen Chuuxue.

Mount Emei is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, and in this humid April world, the mist that wraps around the mountainside is even thicker.

It's like a fairyland in the legend.

This was the first time that Sun Xiuqing brought her son here to worship Dugu Yihe. She took a deep breath and looked at the clouds floating in the mountains.The feelings facing Ximen Chuixue in my heart are like light clouds, and there is nothing left when the wind blows.

This is the sixth year that she and Ximen Chuuxue have been separated, and their son is already six years old this year.

But Ximen Chuuxue is still pursuing his own way of swordsmanship, he is now a well-known sword god in the world.

But this man never came to see their mother and son, as if the love and affection of those years were just an unreal dream.

The current head of the Emei Sect is Ye Xiuzhu from her world, and the three heroes and four talents who were famous in the Jianghu back then are also dead and broken.They can't go back to the days when they went down the mountain together to roam the rivers and lakes, fearing nothing, fearing nothing, drawing their swords to help each other when the road was uneven, and living a wanton life.

The corners of Sun Xiuqing's eyes were moist, and she held a bamboo basket in her hand.It contained some yellow paper money, but it seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties. It contained her guilt and remorse over the years, and she never put it down for a day.

As Dugu Yihe was the former head of the Emei Sect, the cemetery was naturally built in a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

When Sun Xiuqing brought her son here, she saw a person standing in front of Dugu Yihe's tombstone.That person was wearing a blue Taoist robe-like clothes, but he couldn't hide his graceful figure, it turned out to be a woman.

Ye Xiuzhu turned her head when she heard the sound, and she was not surprised to see Sun Xiuqing's arrival, she said flatly, "You came so early this year."

Her eyes slid over the child, and she seemed to wrinkle her slender eyebrows with some displeasure: "You actually brought his child too."

As if she had expected this kind of questioning, Sun Xiuqing just smiled lightly: "Senior sister, this is my son. It has nothing to do with him." She turned around and looked at her son softly: "Xiao Le, Call Master."

Sun Xiaole blinked her big bright eyes, and called out shyly as uncle.

Sun Xiuqing patted her son's head, and explained softly: "This child follows my surname Sun, and I named him Sun Xiaole, just to hope that he can grow up happily and safely."

Sun Xiaole looked up at Sun Xiuqing, and called out a little happily, "Mother."

Sun Xiuqing stopped talking to Ye Xiuzhu, but took Sun Xiaole's hand to Dugu Yihe's tombstone.There are also fresh melon and fruit candles and a bouquet of wild flowers still stained with fresh dew in front of the stele.

She took out the paper money from the basket, pulled Sun Xiaole to kneel down, and lit the paper money with the candle that was still burning.Then he burned the paper money without saying a word.The humble figure of the thin back made people feel sad.

Just burn the paper money silently.

Sun Xiuqing bowed deeply, deeply.Pressing his forehead against the still damp soil: "Master, Xiuqing has come to see you."

It was a heavy kneeling.It's like feeling remorse for all the impulsive things you did all those years ago.

As if a long time had passed, Sun Xiuqing finally raised her head.Her eyes had long been filled with tears, and her voice was choked with sobs: "Xiao Le, kowtow to your uncle. Without the kindness of nurturing by your uncle, there would be no mother today."

The little child is still a little naive and ignorant, and doesn't understand what the heavy and inextricable emotions on his mother's body represent.

But he still bowed his head obediently, a little brown dirt stained his white and tender forehead.

"Good boy." Sun Xiuqing reached out and gently brushed the dirt off his forehead, pulling Sun Xiaole to stand up and leave.

Ye Xiuzhu looked at the leaving figure and finally couldn't help it anymore, she said tremblingly: "Xiuqing, come back. Emei is still your home."

Sun Xiuqing's leaving figure paused.After a while, I heard her trembling voice, but she refused: "No, Senior Sister."

She turned her head and pulled out an ugly smile: "I can't go back."

On the way down the mountain.Sun Xiuqing finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes.Big tears rolled down from the eyes.She remembered every detail of getting along with Dugu Yihe in those years.Reminds me of those years when my senior sisters and younger brothers practiced martial arts together.

So how come all those beautiful pasts can't be worth a man in the end.

She betrayed her teacher, her relatives and friends for Ximen Chuuxue.He pursued the love he yearned for without hesitation, but in the end he was injured all over his body, and his heart was full of pain.

The taste of love is too bitter and too heavy for her.An invisible burden had already been laid on her shoulders.She can no longer return to the Emei School that should be her home without any grievances, and she can never go back to those young days.

A young man stood on the narrow path below the mountain.He was dressed in white clothes, with a tall and straight figure and an extraordinary appearance.

At this moment, he was pacing back and forth anxiously, looking up from time to time to see if anyone came down from the mountain.

His eyes lit up when he saw Sun Xiuqing and Sun Xiaole coming down from the mountain.The corners of her mouth curled up, and she took a few big strides over: "You...you're back. Are you hungry? I'll take you and the child to eat first."

Sun Xiuqing looked at Ye Guhong but smiled faintly.

When we first met, this man's temperament and behavior similar to Ximen Chuuxue had already faded in my heart.How could this person be the same type of person as Ximen Chuuxue?Obviously he has such a fiery heart, which is something Ximen Fuxue would never have anyway.

"Okay." Sun Xiuqing heard her own voice say so.

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