Gold sparring [Comprehensive + Sword III]

There are many roads to choose from going north and south to Taiyuan.

The safest and safest way, of course, is to go north along the official road, pass through Yuzhou, then cross the East Road, and finally arrive at the cold and dry Jindi.

"But it's a waste of time to go this way." Ji Bingyan pointed to the map and analyzed it for her, "With your martial arts, there is no need to worry about the dangers on those mountain trails. The places I marked on the map have shorter paths. You If you want to get to Taiyuan earlier, you can go like this."

"How much time can it save?" Ye Weixing asked.

"At least five days, as many as half a month." He replied.

Ye Weixing heard the words, lowered his eyes and carefully put away the picture.

"I see," she said, "thanks."

The two have known each other for so long, and they always mock each other when they get along.

Most of the time, Ji Bingyan couldn't taunt her, and could only silently roll her eyes a few times after she finished speaking.

So at this time, she thanked him so solemnly, which made him not used to it for a moment.

Ji Bingyan turned his eyes away from looking at her, he turned his eyes to the horse outside which he personally selected for thousands of miles, and said: "Okay, you can go."

Ye Weixing hummed, and strode out of the building outside the building.

Before getting on the horse, she turned her head and waved to them, saying, "I will entrust you to take care of my villa first!"

Hu Tiehua patted his chest and assured her that there was no problem.

Chu Liuxiang seconded with a smile: "You can rest assured."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ye Weixing suddenly remembered the time when he was asked to teach Sikong Zhaixing Qinggong.

So she added another sentence before raising her foot: "The little monkey is also handed over to you."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and nodded: "Don't worry about that."

Ye Weixing was finally satisfied: "Then see you next year."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on his horse without hesitation and walked towards the city gate.

This time she was on the road alone, with no friends or younger brothers, and she was a little deserted, so that she was still a little uncomfortable in the two days when she first left the city to go to the official road.

But this incompatibility is nothing compared to the illness of the owner of Ximen.

In order to get to Taiyuan as quickly as possible, she didn't even stay in the inn a few times along the way.

It may be that this hard work has moved God, or it may be that Master Ximen's nostalgia for the world and his youngest son is deeper than she imagined. When he finally arrived at Wanmei Villa, this genius doctor who had saved countless lives still had a sliver of consciousness.

Ye Weixing was welcomed in by the old housekeeper, followed the direction he remembered and went straight to the courtyard where the owner of Ximen lived.

Before entering the courtyard, she could smell the smell of medicine inside that was strong enough to overwhelm the ice and snow and wintersweet.

The old butler lowered his eyes and opened the door for her, saying: "The owner and the young owner are both inside."

Ye Weixing thanked the sad old man in a low voice, then walked into the courtyard and knocked on the door in front of him.

After the first knock, the door was opened from the inside.

It was Ximen Chuuxue who had grown quite a bit taller.

He didn't seem to be surprised by her arrival at all, and when he saw her, his expression was calm, and he only said in a childish voice: "Father can't get out of bed."

No matter how mature and prudent a child of this age is, it is impossible for a child of this age to keep his emotions in check, not even Ximen Chuuxue.Especially at the next moment, the voice of owner Ximen sounded in the house: "Yes, is it Miss Ye...?"

The voice was so weak that Ye Weixing's heart choked.

She quickly stepped forward, walked to his bedside and stood still: "It's me."

The person lying on the bed was much thinner than she had imagined, and his originally gentle and handsome features were out of shape, and he even looked a little scary.

But Ye Weixing looked at him, and what came to mind was still the kind appearance of him digging out the wine he brewed and gifting the four of them generously.

She heard herself sigh.

The owner of Ximen on the bed also heard it, and he pulled the corner of his lower lip to her with some effort, and said, "Miss Ye, she really believes in people..."

After finishing speaking, his eyes turned to Ximen Chuuxue, who seemed to contain thousands of words.

Ye Weixing understood what he meant, so he took the initiative to say: "Don't worry, sir, I have never forgotten the agreement that day, and I will never forget it in the future."

It's a big promise.

Ye Weixing spoke seriously, and the father and son listened seriously.

But probably because he knew her seriousness, that night, the master of Ximen seemed to have put an end to the last concern, and closed his eyes without any regrets.

He went peacefully, but Ye Weixing, who was a bystander, couldn't be calm.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen death, but it wasn't good watching the passing of someone who had shown her kindness.

The owner of Ximen Village was used to living in secluded places during his lifetime, and he managed the huge Wanmei Villa entirely by himself. Apart from treating patients who came to visit him, he had almost no contact with the outside world.

So the funeral ended up being extremely simple.

Ye Weixing asked the old housekeeper of Wanmei Villa: "Did the old owner have any acquaintances or friends during his lifetime?"

The old housekeeper thought about it for a long time, and said that there was a family that was also a patient of the owner of the estate, who would send people to deliver gifts to the door every year and festival in the past two years.

Ye Weixing: "Why don't you let me know?"

The old butler looked at her, and then at Ximen Chuuxue, as if he was asking the master's wishes.

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said: "Father and the original owner are indeed good friends, you can go to Wuzheng Villa and say something."

Ye Weixing: "..."

Wuzheng Villa, the patient, won't be what she thinks, right?

The old butler got the master's order and hurriedly answered yes.

Ximen Chuuxue hummed and fell silent again.

The first month has not yet come out, Wanmei Villa is on the middle of the mountain, and the wind is much colder than other places.

At this time, the ordinary people in Taiyuan City are probably still happily reuniting, but what Ximen Chuuxue is facing is a farewell that will never see them again.

Ye Weixing was not very good at comforting people, he opened his mouth a few times and didn't know what to say, so he could only stay by his side in silence.

When noon was approaching, he went to the west of the city to inform the old housekeeper of Wuzheng Villa that he had returned.

He came back with a couple with a gentle temperament. They took a little boy who looked to be about the same age as Ximen Chuuxue, and their faces were full of grief.

The old butler: "The original owner, Mrs. Yuan, and Mr. Yuan have all arrived."

Ximen Chuuxue only raised his head and glanced at them, without speaking.

The other party probably knew that he had such a personality and was not unhappy.

But when his eyes moved to Ye Weixing, he paused unconsciously.

The next moment, the couple took the little boy one step forward, preparing to offer incense to the deceased.

After standing still in front of Ximen Zhuangzhu's coffin, the man dressed as a scholar bent down and pressed the little boy's shoulder, and said softly: "Suiyun, kowtow to benefactor."

His wife also said: "Yes, quickly kowtow to benefactor, if it wasn't for him, you would now..."

She didn't go on, but for this sake, Ye Weixing's conjecture was almost verified.

The patient that the old housekeeper spoke of was indeed Yuan Suiyun, the young master of Wuzheng Villa.

Looking at Yuan Suiyun who was pressed on the shoulder at this moment, although he looked like an ordinary person at first glance, his eyes were dull.

He obediently said hello, and immediately kowtowed three times to the owner of Ximen Village according to his parents' request.

Seeing this, the original owner was finally satisfied.

After Yuan Suiyun got up, he still didn't forget to teach: "Brother Ximen is your savior, not to mention three kowtows, even three hundred kowtows are also deserved."

Yuan Suiyun nodded without hesitation: "Father said yes."

When he said this, there was no problem regardless of his expression and tone, as if he really thought so.

But Ye Weixing noticed his fists clenched suddenly at this moment.

That strength is not worth mentioning to her, but for a child who is only six or seven years old, it is probably the ultimate.

Thinking of this, Ye Weixing suddenly felt a chill behind him.

No way, she thought, could it be that Yuan Suiyun has already turned black at such a young age?

With such doubts, during the second half of the funeral, she almost kept looking at the blind boy without any trace.

Then she found that her guess was probably right. Yuan Suiyun seemed to have great respect for the owner of Ximen Zhuang, but when his father Yuan Dongyuan tried to comfort Ximen Chuuxue, he turned his head and hooked the corners of his lips, smiling very ridicule.

Ye Weixing: "..."

It seems that he hasn't perfected his acting skills yet.

Although everything in this funeral was simple and there were few guests, under the management of the old housekeeper, it finally lasted for more than two days.

Yuan Dongyuan said that he wanted to see the owner of Ximen Village for the last time, but he did not leave after the condolences were over, but stayed in Wanmei Villa with his wife and children.

Ye Weixing believed that he was sincerely sorry for the owner Ximen who had been kind to his original family, and that reaction did not appear to be feigned.

When he was about to send the coffin to the ground on the last day, his eyes turned red.

After everything was over, he even told Ximen Chuuxue that if Ximen Chuuxue was willing, he would take him to Wuzheng Villa and take care of him on behalf of the owner of Ximen.

Ye Weixing: "..." Forget it, this is my apprentice.

She was still organizing her words, but Ximen Chuuxue refused first.

Ximen Chuixue said, "No need."

Yuan Dongyuan sighed: "But you alone——"

Ximen Chuuxue: "I am not alone."

Ye Weixing spoke in a timely manner: "Yes, he is not alone, he will follow me to Jiangnan."

Yuan Dongyuan endured for two days without inquiring about her identity. Now that she heard her voice, he could finally ask logically, "Who is the girl?"

Ye Weixing: "I am his master, my surname is Ye, and my name is Ye Weixing."

"Heaven, the number one swordsman in the world?!" Yuan Dongyuan said in shock.

"Whether he is number one in the world is still uncertain." She rarely said modestly, "But teaching him how to practice swords is definitely enough."

Yuan Dongyuan: "..."

Yuan Dongyuan said: "Since that's the case, then I can rest assured."

The funeral was over, and he was also concerned about the whereabouts of his friend's youngest son, so there was no need to stay in Wanmei Villa anymore, so he simply bid farewell to them and prepared to return to Wuzheng Villa.

Ye Weixing had a fairly good impression of their husband and wife, or she believed in the friendship level of the owner of Ximen, so she decided to remind Yuan Dongyuan.

But what was she going to say?

You can't just say that you pay attention to your son's mental health. I suspect that he is already planning revenge on society, right?

Before she could think of a suitable wording, Yuan Dongyuan's wife spoke first: "Miss Ye."

Ye Weixing: "?!"

Mrs. Yuan bit her lip, looked down at her son, and said softly, "I wonder if you have any plans to take another disciple?"

Ye Weixing: "..."

Wait, is this what the villain himself means by sending me to my door for education?