refuse to be a teacher

In fact, Yan Jue didn't have any substantial experience before raising his apprentice.

He has a meticulous heart, but he has never been a nurse for others.

After the battle in Xixin Valley that year, he was only 17 years old.A youth like a flower, with white hair, has become a monster in the eyes of the world since he stepped into the Lishui Bamboo Forest.

In the bamboo forest, there are beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the eyes are peaceful, but there are actually no people living there.Some of them are elderly uncles and aunts who live a leisurely life in the depths of the bamboo forest day and night.

At this time, a young man suddenly appeared, alone, with no background, let alone popularity.

Therefore, one more item was added to the daily chatting topics of the uncles and aunts——guessing the true origin of this young man.

Someone said: "This kid looks young, so maybe he made some mistake and was beaten in all at once?"

Someone said: "Who said that? Look at him, his hair is all white, how can he be young?"

Someone said: "Could it be a monster, the kind that has lived for 800 years and never dies."

All of a sudden, there were divergent opinions and rumors.

However, at this moment, Yan Jue was sitting alone in the small room in the bamboo forest in Lishui, facing Xue Lan's weak soul that had not yet formed, and stood silently in a daze at the door with his elbows propped on his elbows.

Under the coercive effect brought by the soul-sending curse, the resurrected person will not get the same complete memory as before.

Even like his master Qin Huan, he evolved directly from amnesia to dementia, sometimes sober and sometimes crazy.

However, Xue Lanyin is not like this.He is a living sword clansman with strong bones and blood, so the speed of resurrection is often different from ordinary people.Every day and every night, he is rapidly forming a new body/body with a change visible to the naked eye, gradually transforming from an incomplete soul into a human form that can be touched by hand.

When he completely recovered for the first time, Yan Jue also knew that he no longer had those happy or painful memories of the past.

The handsome young man in front of him actually lived to be more than a hundred years old, but he doesn't remember anything, so he is no different from that newborn baby.

Yan Jue looked at him and was silent for a long, long time.

Then he walked over slowly, stood beside Xue Lanyin, and said word by word: "...You can call me Master."

In fact, Yan Jue stood on tiptoe, just enough to be level with him. The 17-year-old little master, facing a hundred-year-old apprentice, most of the emotions changed from a kind of sadness of losing and regaining to a kind of loneliness of gaining and losing again.

What was gained was his people, what was lost was the old memories that should have been.

He doesn't remember, which is probably a good thing for him.But for Yan Jue, it meant that he had completely forgotten everything about them in Xixin Valley.

Sometimes Xue Lan is as annoying as before because of her enthusiasm.Chirping, like a little sparrow, chasing him endlessly and asking: "Master, Master, why do I call you Master?"

"Master, master, why are you my master?"

"Master, master, where did I come from, and how did you pick me up?"

Poor Yan Jue was born with few words, so he was not good at coping with such constant cross-examinations.So he simply lied: "I picked you up from outside. At that time, you were so big and small that you couldn't even speak."

Then, with a wave of his sleeves, he turned around and locked himself in a small black room on the grounds of seclusion, to avoid Xue Lanyin's overwhelming questioning.

Speaking of it, Yan bullying and raising his apprentice is actually no different from raising his son.

Yan Hao in his early years was the young master of a wealthy family.The lazy life of stretching out his hands for clothes and opening his mouth for food is the wealthy life he is used to.

But there is only one thing, he never married a wife and had children.I can't go to the living room, let alone the kitchen, so raising Xue Lanyin is like killing him.

He doesn't know anything, so he has to learn everything.

The first point is that he has to learn to buy vegetables and cook.

The white-haired thousand-year-old demon in everyone's mouth, snow-white thin shirt, long hair tied up, wearing jade boots, and then holding a vegetable basket in his hand, with a cold and handsome face, facing a group of neighbors who are looking at each other. Aunt, a little helpless, asked: "... how to buy food?"

Then after a while, he came out again, and asked in a naive way: "The stove... how do you use it?"

After a while, with a dark face, he asked, "Chai... how to split it?"

So since then, the millennium-old demon who lives in the Liashui Bamboo Forest has another description that everyone is talking about—single with a baby, seriously unable to take care of herself.

But other than that, there is not much difference between this thousand-year-old demon and the father and mother of ordinary people.

Everyone knows that Yan Jue raised an apprentice who went to Jiewa in the house, and once that apprentice jumped up, he was taller than him.

Everyone also knows that Yan Jue practiced spells and kung fu in the past, and the enchantment propped up by one hand is enough to cover the entire expanse of water-collecting bamboo forest.

In this way, most of the time, the frequent theft and accidents outside the town were reduced.

The uncles and aunts were very happy, sitting in the small courtyard lined with trees in the bamboo forest circle every day, kneading melon seeds, chatting, and occasionally seeing Yan Yao passing by, they could even wave and say hello to him.

"Yan Lang, who raised his apprentice at home, fried the vegetables again..."

"That's right, I saw him wearing white clothes and going up the mountain to chop firewood today, what a silk and satin suit, it's useless!"

"Don't tell me, the clothes are quite clean after being washed one by one, and I don't know how long they have been rubbed by the river."

The demon surnamed Yan, who used to be domineering and domineering in the past, is now hiding in the bamboo forest in Liashui with his apprentice.

It's just that occasionally when cooking in the kitchen, I still can't tell the difference between salt and sugar.

Yan deceived himself that he couldn't tell the difference between salt and sugar, so it didn't matter.At most, add some water afterwards and put it in the pot, stir-fry it to remove the smell, and then eat it by yourself.

Xue Lanyin was different. He couldn't eat the sugar in the dish, so he lay down on the edge of the table, stretched out his hands to pick at the wood shavings turned up at the corner of the table, and asked him: "...Master, what do you burn? Why do chickens always put sugar?"

Most of the time Yan Jue was in a daze, stretched out his chopsticks to taste, and sure enough, he misplaced it again.Glancing at him stupidly, he picked up the whole plate of roast chicken, turned and walked out the door.

Xue Lan asked again: "Why are you going, master?"

Yan bullied: "...Throw it away."

Xue Lanyin: "Oh...then next time, remember not to add sugar." After finishing the work, she still looked at him with a smile and said, "My master is so stupid."

It's pretty silly.

When Yan Jue went out to clean up the plate of greasy roast chicken, he also knew that the Xue Lanyin who laughed and ate his rotten food in one go was gone.

Not anymore.

— But, it's not his fault at all.What Yan Jue knew was that for a person who couldn't remember anything, it was difficult to uncover the dusty things in the past layer by layer and recall those long-buried memories deep in his mind.

When they were in Xixin Valley, Yan Jue taught Xue Lanyin a lot of things, but Xue Lanyin didn't have much memory.Sometimes facing the book, I may read a sentence or two dryly.Yan Jue had nothing to do with him, so he had to spread out the poems and songs that he had taught before on the table over and over again, and re-teach him.

He taught from the age of 17 to the age of 33. For sixteen years, he sat under that faint yellow candle, hoping every day that the two of them, the master and the apprentice, would be the same as before.

But the fact is like this, the memories that accompanied me day and night in Xixin Valley in the past will never come back.

A person like Yan Jue is always very lazy. He thinks he can't get back what he once had when he loses it, so he won't try his best to make up for it.

He covered up all the hopes with his own hands, and it was only in exchange for a short and ridiculously short period of peace in his heart.

In fact, most of the time, the continuous uneasiness and pain are still far beyond the bottom line that he can bury.

Because Xue Lan knew that Yan Jue was called Yan Jue, she once held a pen in one hand and carefully wrote down his name stroke by stroke on a piece of paper.But he didn't know Yan Ju's name was Yuyu, and he didn't have the guts to call him by his first name. When he met him in the Liashui Bamboo Forest on weekdays, he respectfully called him "Master".

Intimate but not over the line, gentle and respectful.

So Yan Jue didn't have much expectation, and hoped that Xue Lanyin would still lie on his lap with a smile like before, tease him, tease him, and call him: "Daughter-in-law."

He couldn't be Xue Lanyin's daughter-in-law, and the token that was used as a token of love was also completely crushed into powder in the battle of Xixin Valley.

"The sky is full of smoke and stars, and the setting sun is green and suddenly turns into haze."

That was Qin's new name for him.Since then, he no longer has to bind his soul to the gold-plated square ring exclusive to the living sword, and suffers from the pain of imprisonment and bondage day and night.

Causal rebirth, come to the world again.

It doesn't matter if he forgets everything, the broken, unbearable, and bloody memories of the past will no longer spread in front of him, wantonly abuse/torture his young and powerful life.

Yan Jue thought so at first, until one day he took Xue Lanyin to the valley to hunt.

The gorgeous and blue sky is like the endless mountains and rivers that can be seen from the bottom of the valley.

In the sea of ​​shady trees and rolling green leaves, Xue Lanyin jumped down from the top of the intertwined branches, and put a string of exquisite garlands on top of Yan Yao's head.

"Does it look good?" Xue Lan smiled and looked at him with those peach blossom eyes full of water, "Master was born to be good-looking, and a wreath... would be the most suitable."

Yan Jue was stunned.For a long, long time, I couldn't say a word.

Seeing that he was silent, Xue Lan smiled slightly, touched his face, and asked again: "... Do you like it?"

Yan Jue stared fixedly into his eyes, and for some reason, the fundus of his eyes also became moist.

Under the brilliant sunlight, there was an unusually young, but thin and haggard beautiful face.Ruxue's long hair, lined with the spotless and thin robe, is more and more shining in the faint light.

Then he slowly, mechanically and with difficulty, squatted down.For the first time, in front of Xue Lanyin, without warning, he lowered his usual arrogant and indifferent figure.

Xue Lan was at a loss, so she squatted down together and stared blankly at him: "What's the matter, Master, is there something uncomfortable?"

Yan Jue didn't speak, but tried his best to bury his face in his knees.

Something warm flowed out of the eyes, dripping uncontrollably all the way.

Finally, a drop happened to land on the mouth, it was salty.

He cried.