Embers

When Ye Bozhou came back, it was already evening, and Zheng Yijun had already been taken back by the servant who was looking for him. It turned out that he played truant from school, so he would probably be beaten up again by Mr. Zheng this time.

Before leaving, Zheng Yijun thought that he had already been beaten bruised and swollen by Ember, and if he went back and received another beating, he might die.Thinking about it, I felt unbearable for myself, and I sighed for a long time.

A black medicine bottle appeared in front of his eyes.Somewhat startled, he looked up, only to see his cold-faced buddy standing in front of him, frowning slightly, holding the medicine bottle in his hand.

"Apply a little on the wound, and it will be effective in a short time."

Zheng Yijun took it over, stared at Ember's face for a long time, blinked and smiled, "Thank you!"

Ember turned around and entered the house directly.

When Ye Bozhou returned to the yard, he didn't see his little apprentice, and he was surprised. He was usually practicing at this time.After thinking about it, he pushed open the door of Ember's room.

I saw the child standing in front of the basin and wiping his face awkwardly, his expression didn't change when he tapped, but there was a faint sound of gasping in his ears.

Taking a closer look, the child's fair skin was covered with scars, some places had scabs, and some places were black and blue, it looked so impenetrable!

Immediately, a burst of anger rushed to his scalp, Ye Bozhou strengthened his composure, and only stepped forward when his breathing became easier.The closer you get, the clearer you can see it, and the more shocking it will be.

"Who did it?"

Ember had just been immersed in the conversation during the day, and was startled when she suddenly heard Ye Bozhou's voice. Turning around, the person hovering in her mind was standing upright in front of her, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like pools of water , It's really beautiful.

Ye Bozhou looked at him in a rare daze, and thought he was being beaten into a daze, and suddenly became angry, so he asked again in a little haste:

"Jin'er, tell Master, who beat you like this?"

Only now did Ember see the anger on his face, and when he heard him ask this question, he shook his head helplessly, without making a sound.

He can't mention Zheng Yijun's name now, because Ye Bozhou probably went up to kill people with the Jieyou Sword before he heard what was going on.

But Ye Bozhou felt that the person who beat him was very powerful, so he didn't let him say it, and immediately went through all the people in the Xiaxianmen in his mind, and then eliminated them one by one, and he gradually calmed down in thinking.

Pressing Ember's shoulder to look at the injuries, although the description was tragic, but upon closer inspection, they were all skin traumas, bruises and abrasions.Those who can make such a move first exclude adults.

Secondly, there seems to be only one person outside the Xiaxian Gate who has a grudge against Ember and who can easily enter the Xiaxian Gate——

"Zheng Yijun?"

Ember was silent, as expected nothing could beat him, so he had no choice but to explain everything that happened during the day.

Ye Bozhou was distressed that his little apprentice was injured, and he was also a little angry that Zheng Er didn't care too much about what he did, but he couldn't interfere too much with the children's affairs, so he could only bitterly say:

"When he comes again during the Chinese New Year, there will be absolutely no red envelopes."

Ember handed the towel to Ye Bozhou with peace of mind.

Although Ye Bozhou's hands are very beautiful, they are indeed the hands of Jianghu people, with wide palms, rough skin, and calluses on the fingers that have been worn out with swords all year round.

With such hands holding a wet towel and gently wiping his body, unconsciously, he didn't feel the pain of the wound, but only felt the unusual warmth from the palm, which made his soul feel at ease.

"Master."

"Ok?"

Only then did he realize that Ye Bozhou's voice was deep and magnetic, and it was also pleasant to hear.

I don't know why, but suddenly I don't know what to say.

Ye Bozhou raised his eyebrows, but didn't ask any further questions.After a while, I heard another low "Master".

"what happened?"

Ember still did not speak.

He suddenly understood.

He just wanted to call him.

After Ember had almost learned it, Ye Bozhou began to think about teaching Ember simple sword skills.After more than half a year of training, Ember no longer suffers from the cold when practicing martial arts in the cold wind.

Ye Bozhou made him a wooden sword, interpreted the "Twelve Styles of Sword Manual" for him before going to bed, taught him the moves in it, asked him to practice with the wooden sword during the day, and gave him pointers from time to time. thing.

Zheng Yijun also came here from time to time, but not to look for Ye Bozhou, but to search for the shadow of Ember as soon as he entered the courtyard.As long as he comes, the two of them will probably have to compete.

Ember was quite happy to compete with him, because the two were of similar strength and age, and it was easier to find problems when they fought.

However, I didn’t feel this way when practicing against Ye Bozhou. Firstly, Ye Bozhou’s strength was obviously superior to him, so he just allowed him to attack less and defend more; It's just a discussion.

It was different when fighting Zheng Yijun, that kid used offense as defense, he was very aggressive, and I didn't have any worries about him, so I was able to attack him.But this style of play would always cause some injuries from time to time, which made Ye Bozhou feel distressed.

After going back and forth, the relationship between the two became better day by day.

Originally, the friendship between children was formed very simply, and because Ember stayed in a small courtyard all year round, isolated from the world, while Zheng Yijun lived in the busiest and bustling area of ​​the city. In the outside world, Ember treats him slightly differently from others.

The so-called difference is that although Ember still has a cold face in front of him, she is so cold that she no longer feels sharp.From time to time, I will talk to him a few more words, and I am more patient with him.

Every morning, he still went to the lobby to listen to Lu Yuzhi's meeting and talk about things in the Jianghu. When Yu Jin listened carefully, he knew that the power of the Demon Cult was getting stronger day by day.

Li Mei sat next to Ember as usual every day, watching him yawn expressionlessly with his chin propped on his hand, watching him drooping his eyes in thought, his knuckles lightly tapping on the armrest inadvertently.

The pear blossoms in the yard bloomed and fell. After a light rain, the door was opened, and the yard was full of residual flowers, with a faint fragrance floating.

It was the sixth day of the fifth month of the year again, and the embers grew taller again, and the handwriting became more beautiful, and the horizontal and vertical strokes had the flavor of Ye Bozhou.

That night, the moonlight was clear and the breeze was blowing. Ember was about to take off her clothes and go to sleep. Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the window, like the sound of a bird's beak pecking at the window paper.

Suspicious in his heart, he walked over and opened the window, and a dark gray pigeon was standing upright on the window sill.On its leg was tied a rolled-up note.

Ember is a little puzzled, the master lives next door to him, if it's Li Mei, why don't you just come here if you have anything to say?If it was Zheng Yijun, he would probably come directly to squat on the roof.

A possibility flashed in his heart, and he was shocked immediately, and his outstretched hand trembled slightly.

Untie the note, let the pigeons fly away, close the window, and then unfold the note, looking at the line of tiny words very quickly.

The blood all over his body faded away immediately, and the coolness crawled from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He took a deep breath, held the note to the top of the candle flame, and it burned without a trace in a blink of an eye, but his heart had already set off a turbulent sea.

On the second day, the seventh day of May, another year when Zangshu Pavilion was open, Ye Bozhou led Ember to Zangshu Pavilion to pick up books early in the morning.

On the way, Ye Bozhou saw that Yu Jian's complexion was not good, and his expression was in a trance, so he couldn't help worrying: "What's the matter? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Ember nodded perfunctorily, and said, "I had a nightmare, and I couldn't fall back asleep after waking up."

Ye Bozhou sighed and rubbed his head, "Why don't you come to see Master when you're having nightmares? As a teacher, you're not afraid of disturbing me."

Ember closed her eyes fiercely, and said in a low voice, "Next time."

The hand hidden in the sleeve had already clenched into a fist.

The Zangshu Pavilion is still the same, full of people and bustling.

The two were still standing there in line, and after queuing for a while, Ember's complexion suddenly turned pale, and her lips were drawn into a straight line.

Ye Bozhou noticed his strangeness, touched his hand, and found that it was cold, "What's going on?"

Ember frowned slightly: "Sudden abdominal pain, I want to go to the bathroom."

Ye Bozhou was a little anxious, could it be diarrhea?But when he recalled the breakfast, he also ate porridge steamed stuffed buns, and there was nothing wrong with it.But there is no time to think too much, the most urgent thing is to find the nearest toilet.

The Zangshu Pavilion is built on the top of the mountain, and there are no buildings around it. If you are in a hurry, only the toilet inside the Zangshu Pavilion is the closest.However, it has always been used only by bookkeepers and managers, and outsiders are not allowed to enter the library at will.

Ye Bozhou couldn't care about that much, he couldn't ask his little apprentice to endure it until he went back, his yard was far away from the library, and when he got there, he would probably be tortured almost.After making up his mind, he dragged Ember straight to the door.

The door was still the same, there were four people standing, Lu Yuzhi, Old Man Huo, Tsing Yi Scholar and Purple Clothes Man.

Ye Bozhou stepped forward and respectfully said to the old man Huo: "Uncle Huo, Bozhou has a merciless request."

Old man Huo was still kind-hearted: "But it doesn't matter."

Ye Bozhou: "My apprentice, Jin'er, suddenly suffered from unbearable abdominal pain just now, most likely due to diarrhea, but there is no latrine nearby, so I begged Uncle Huo to borrow the latrine."

Hearing this, Lu Yuzhi frowned, and looked at Ember with more scrutiny.

The man in purple still turned his face towards Ember, and the corners of his mouth curled up calmly, a half-smile.

Old man Huo was quite surprised when he heard this. It was the first time someone had such a request in many years. He glanced at the pale embers on his small face behind him, and nodded for a long time.

"Yan'er, you can go with me."

The man in purple nodded lightly, and Ember followed.

Just now the old man's eyes were really sharp, like a needle hidden in cotton, which made him secretly startled.

The interior of Zangshu Pavilion is very spacious, with many bookshelves and winding stairs.The terrain is quite complicated. If there is no one to guide you, you will probably get lost in the tall bookshelves.

The man in purple walked extremely slowly in front, as if he was not worried about a person who was eager to go to the toilet following behind him, walking gracefully and dignifiedly step by step.

Ember was secretly amazed, this man's eyes were clearly blindfolded, but he was able to walk freely in such a complicated stairwell.

At the same time, looking around, there are so many books and materials here that it is dazzling.

"Don't look, it's here."

The man in purple spoke suddenly, and Ember suddenly stiffened.

How did he know he was "watching"?