Nine thoughts of a gentleman in comprehensive martial arts

Ye Ying remembers that the first year of Zhou Shenlong in AD 705 was the year when Cangjian Villa was established, the year when a generation of empress Wu Zetian died, and also the year when Ye Ying cried at Chuxiao.

Ye Ying's father, Ye Mengqiu, was originally a scholar, full of talent and learning and the ambition to serve the country faithfully, but unexpectedly lost his reputation because he did not bribe the examiners.He is straightforward and proud, and he doesn't bother to be a servile person, so he abandons the court and joins the rivers and lakes, becoming a Jiangnan knight, unique in the world with his sword casting skills and four seasons swordsmanship.Afterwards, Ye Mengqiu founded the Tibetan Sword Villa and competed with Badao Villa everywhere. The "God" sword is famous all over the world.

Ye Ying admired his father very much. He felt that his father was strong and knowledgeable, like mountains and oceans, as if he would never collapse or fail.

Ye Ying's childhood was originally very happy. He had a majestic but powerful father, and a gentle, kind and kind mother.When Hidden Sword Villa was first established, Ye Mengqiu toiled day and night, painstakingly wanted to build a foundation, and often went out to compete with others, so Ye Ying spent most of her time with her gentle and kind mother.Ye Ying is the only child in the family, with an introverted and quiet personality. After spending a long time with his mother, his temper is inevitably a little soft, which is quite different from the indifferent but strict personality later.

Ye Ying still remembered her mother, she was an orthodox Jiangnan lady, a well-known woman from a scholarly family, the wife that Ye Ying's grandfather had set for Ye Mengqiu before Ye Mengqiu entered the world, she knew no martial arts, She has a gentle temperament and is a standard woman who regards her husband as the sky. She is Ye Mengqiu's chaff, accompanied Ye Mengqiu through the most difficult years, and gave birth to two sons for Ye Mengqiu, Ye Ying and Ye Wei.

It was an afternoon after a year of rain, and the sky was washed blue and green by the continuous drizzle, like a piece of cloth dyed with water, and blue water would flow out when it was twisted lightly.

Ye Yingcai was three years old, and he was still pampered by others. At the age of Chenghuan, he was sitting on his mother's bed, wearing a golden dress, his long black hair was carefully tied up by his mother, and his short legs were crossed. , with a face sculpted in pink and jade, flipping a small Jiugong lock, and the bundled pony tail is shaking with his movements, so cute that it can make people's hearts melt into water.

Hearing a soft sound of "Kala", Ye Ying looked up and saw a woman in a blue skirt embroidered with lotus leaves and embroidered patterns walking towards him in style, demure and elegant, as if It is as elegant as a green lotus near the water.She is the most beautiful woman Ye Ying has ever seen who can dress in blue and blue. She is dignified and elegant, and she has the gentleness and tranquility that the girls in the Jianghu don't have, because she is a scholarly woman who was raised in a boudoir since she was a child.

"Ying'er." The woman softly called his nickname, stretched out her hand and hugged him into her arms. At this moment, her voice, which was always gentle as water, was full of indescribable sadness and choking, and the sweetness of Wu Nong's soft words melted away. The sorrow and melancholy of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, "Ying'er, your father is going to marry a flat wife."

At that time, Ye Ying was a little ignorant. He didn't know what a flat wife was, but he knew that this kind of thing made his mother very sad.Because the gentle and virtuous woman, after walking out of the eyes of outsiders, returned to the room and faced her son, she took off her dignified and generous mask, and let the tears roll down like a string of pearls.

Ye Ying didn't know how to comfort her mother. He was hugged by her mother, wringing his fingers hesitantly, then raised his head and rubbed his mother's face with his own cheek.Seeing that his mother stopped crying and looked at him, he pursed his lips shyly and showed a shy smile.

Then he saw that his mother's face full of sorrow couldn't help showing a smile. His mother hugged him and called his name in a voice that was so precious and important, as if she was calling for his unique love. treasure.Ye Ying was in a daze for a while, then stretched out her hand, patted her mother's back clumsily, and buried her face in her mother's neck with attachment, with a calm and reassuring expression.

Ye Ying remembered that her father had three wives in his life.The original wife was Ye Ying's mother, and Ping's wife was a chivalrous woman whom Ye Mengqiu met when he was wandering the rivers and lakes. Later, he also had two sons for him, the second brother Ye Hui and the fourth brother Ye Meng.That woman is not bad, she has a bright personality, a bright and heroic appearance, and a nine-section whip in one hand is perfect.

Ye Ying still remembers the chivalrous woman's reaction when she saw him. She was so angry that she could hardly hold the whip.But it's not angry with him, but angry with his father for not hiding the fact that he is married and has such a big child, making her a villain in vain.She had a big fight with her father, she turned her back to Ye Ying, but the red dress was so dazzlingly fierce, after a long time of discussion, she finally became Ye Mengqiu's equal wife, Ye Ying remembered that One day, she scratched her head and put a piece of candy in his palm uneasily.

The candy is very sweet, Ye Ying doesn't hate her, but thinking of her mother's tears, the water drops are heavy, as if they are about to smash into his heart.

Why should the father make the mother sad?Ye Ying stood under the sycamore tree with candy in her mouth, lowering her eyebrows and thinking secretly, a couple for life, that is a sentence her mother often chanted.He still remembers the cold night and deep winter, when his mother sat at the table holding him, holding his hand and writing this sentence stroke by stroke, then murmured repeatedly, hugging him, with a peaceful and happy smile on her lips.

Mother often put on clothes, waiting for his father who did not know when to return, sometimes hugging him, humming the tenderness of Jiangnan, teaching him how to behave like the wind, telling him to learn from his father, to be a A responsible and responsible man only loves one wife in his life.

He kept his mother's teachings in mind, but in the end this belief, or his mother's obsession, was broken by his father himself.

Who can complain about a loneliness?As a foreword, it is always light.

The later days were like a fleeting dream. My father's Ping Wife gave birth to Ye Mengqiu's second son, Ye Hui, for one year after starting his career. , One day, after looking at him for a long time, he sighed lowly and said "That's all".Ye Ying didn't know what it meant, but that woman treated him very well, better than her own son Ye Hui.She seemed to want to make up for something, Ye Ying once saw her stroking the head of the second brother, and told him softly, to listen to the elder brother and help him well.

A few years later, Ye Ying's mother also gave Ye Ying a younger brother named Ye Wei.Compared with the honesty and honesty of the second brother, the third brother is almost a mischievous and troublesome man with a rebellious nature. However, even though Ye Wei hated cats and dogs in childhood, Ye Ying still likes him very much and likes "brother "Two words.

But the good times didn't last long, and the happiness was too short-lived. The mother was already weak and weak, and she was bedridden after giving birth to Ye Wei, and died within a few years.

That day was the darkest day in Ye Ying's life.He held Ye Hui and Ye Wei's hands, and heard Ye Wei's wailing, tears rolled in his eyes, but he tried his best not to let the tears fall.He looked at his mother, who was already too thin to look like a man, holding his father's hand, and a gentle smile appeared on her pale but still beautiful face, but it was full of happiness.

"Ying'er." His mother called him, stroking his cheek with slender and cold fingers, full of love and reluctance, "Be a good brother."

Those were the last words his mother left him.

Ye Ying woke up from the dream, opened her eyes and saw the exquisite carvings on Ba Bu's bed and the curtain pouring down like water.He was in a daze, unable to understand why he would suddenly recall such a distant past. What happened more than 20 years ago is still vivid in his mind, as if he could still feel the blankness in his brain at the moment when his mother passed away. And desolately cold.

Shaking her head, not wanting to recall the sad past, Ye Ying got up, put on her clothes, and held her sword in her arms to watch the flowers as usual, comprehending the way of the sword.

No, maybe, a little differently.

"Brother, did you go to the West Lake again today?" Ye Hui met Ye Ying at the gate of the villa with a few books in his arms. Ye Hui was also puzzled by his elder brother's strange behavior these days.He didn't understand why his elder brother, who was often unable to retreat at that time, always went to the West Lake in the afternoon these few days, standing from the setting sun until the evening to the star river hanging high.He didn't know what was the reason for Ye Ying's strangeness, and his taciturn elder brother who kept all his worries in his heart would not talk to him. He just went to the bank of West Lake day after day, looking at the sparkling lake in the distance, like It was waiting for someone who even Ye Ying herself didn't know if she would appear or not.

Ye Ying was slightly taken aback by the question, a rare trace of confusion flashed across those warm brown eyes as deep as amber, and he thought for a while, unable to figure out what he was waiting for.After a while, he responded to Ye Hui's question with a faint whisper: "No, I won't go, maybe... I missed it."

As soon as these words fell, Ye Ying clenched her hands unconsciously, as if a piece of her heart had been gouged out, something left him, it might not be the whole of his life, but it was very important to him.

It was so important that with his heart, he couldn't say "I'm lucky if I get it, but my life is lost".

Ye Ying bid farewell to Ye Hui, and walked back to Tianze Tower all the way, all the young disciples from different sects greeted him along the way, and he responded lightly, but for some reason, these warm greetings that he used to feel warm came to him now. It's a bit distant and strange, like a memory that has gradually faded in the long years. It's beautiful, but it's out of his reach.

He still held his sword in his arms to watch the flowers, and practiced his sword in retreat. However, in the past, he felt a dull and fulfilling life, but now he felt a bit lonely. He seemed to be walking alone, alone.

Ye Ying felt that the days might go on like this, until one afternoon, he walked out of the house with a sword in his hand, and came to the edge of the promenade of Tianze Tower, but what he saw was no longer the beautiful and lonely scenery in the past .There are layers of flowers and trees, and falling flowers are flying all over the sky. The unique scenery of changing seasons has always calmed Ye Ying's mood.

However, at this time, among the falling flowers all over the sky, there was a person wearing flowers and blowing willows, holding a plain gardenia.

It was an extremely beautiful woman, with a plain and picturesque appearance, but as clear as a beautiful flower.A pair of eyes are gentle and warm, but very bright, as if all the stars in the sky are sinking into her eyes.The extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes are a bit coquettish, but her temperament is elegant, graceful, like the breeze and bright moon, the flowers are as elegant and elegant as the moon and the moon, like the white snow in Yingying, the autumn moon and the cold river, she shows a [-]% gentleman Elegant and elegant like the wind.

Ye Ying looked at her, but she was a little inexplicable. The woman was wearing a costume with a hidden sword, but Ye Ying had never seen her before. Even if he didn't care about her appearance, he still had an impression of such an outstanding appearance.

Ye Ying wanted to ask who she belonged to, and why she appeared in Tianzelou?But when the woman walked in front of him, he suddenly didn't want to ask any more questions, and just looked at her quietly, his warm brown eyes were as clear as water, clean and clear, but he was so concentrated that he couldn't tell the thoughts and emotions in it. .Stared at by these eyes, there is almost an illusion that the soul has been seen through.

But the woman didn't seem to notice it, looked into his eyes, and suddenly smiled, showing the beauty of ten miles of peach blossoms in full bloom, and smiling as bright as the rising sun.

The whole world seemed to come alive because of this smile.

"Master, the gardenias by the stream are all in bloom, aren't they beautiful?" The woman held the gardenias in her hands, carefully smoothed the petals with her eyes lowered, and her expression was so gentle that it was almost lingering, "Master's window The roses are already on the side, how about looking for a celadon flask to hold them in full bloom? The celadon is heavy in color, elegant and not exaggerated, but it can bring out a bit of the beauty of "the color is suspicious of Qiongshu leaning on it, and the fragrance is like Yujing." Master , do you like it?"

Her tone of voice was natural and intimate, like Ye Jingyi's mood of a spoiled little daughter when she faced Ye Ying.

Ye Ying remained silent. He has many disciples under the Zhengyang sect. Although it is only a nominal name, he remembers them all in his heart.The Tibetan sword disciples have always been in awe and love for him, but it is because of this respect that it is inevitable to bring out a little alienation.But this woman's respect carried a very natural sense of intimacy, she seemed to be someone very close to him.

His silence didn't make the woman feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, she seemed to be used to talking to herself, and also seemed to be used to Ye Ying's indifference and boredom.It may be unbearable indifference and rigidity to others, but she seemed to be able to discover the softness and warmth hidden in Ye Ying's heart, knocking on Ye Ying's heart little by little, but she stood outside the door, bringing the beautiful bouquet and Bright mood is given to him as a gift.

Ye Ying quietly listened to the woman's whispering, the plainness and warmth in the words made him feel very comfortable, and he didn't feel that the woman was noisy.In fact, that woman was too familiar with him. When he was standing under the flower tree with his sword in his arms, she ended the conversation smoothly and cleanly, walked into his room with a light smile, and laid out the gardenia which was as white as snow. Put the flower into a vase, fill it with water and put it on the bedside table.

Ye Ying originally thought that she would turn around and leave after all this was done, but unexpectedly the woman paced back, found a place beside him, sat down cross-legged and began to meditate, her movements naturally made Ye Ying stunned.

Ye Ying couldn't help turning her head to look at the woman. Under the soft sky, her sulijing and beautiful face had a kind of warmth that made people palpitate. Ye Ying had to admit that this was a woman with a bright and beautiful heart.Just like his mother, she may not be the most beautiful in the world, but she is the one that makes people think of home the most.It's just that compared with the mother's complete snuggle and softness, the woman hides a fortitude and tenacity under the same gentle appearance.

Twisting the fingers softly, refining the steel a hundred times, such two contradictory temperaments actually appeared in the same person at the same time.

Ye Ying stood for the whole afternoon, and the woman sat with him for the whole afternoon, but the moment the woman opened her eyes, there was a peaceful smile on her face.Only then did Ye Ying confirm that the woman did not approach him with any other purpose. When he felt lonely, she told him beautiful things with words, but when he needed to be quiet, she could also be silent and accompany him so naturally. side.

At such a distance, she was always wandering outside, adhering to a certain commandment, not daring to take one more step towards him.

When the woman poured Ye Ying a cup of tea and was about to get up and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner, Ye Ying suddenly stopped her.

The woman turned her head suspiciously, and met Ye Ying's pair of amber-like deep and quiet eyes. The question she wanted to ask was suddenly blocked in her heart, as if her soul was seen through by those clear eyes.The two looked at each other quietly, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, they seemed like a match made in heaven, so well-matched.

The woman waited quietly for a while before she heard Ye Ying say indifferently: "You, or Hidden Sword Villa, which one is the real one?"

The author has something to say: I made up the past of the male god, how many wives does Ye Mengqiu have, the author doesn't know...

Criticism party, please don't tear it up with me..._(:зゝ∠)_

This chapter and the next chapter are the home of the male god, so it's hard to write... I don't know if everyone can't understand this chapter.

The secret will be revealed in the next chapter~~ Guess who this girl who looks exactly like Xiao Jiuer is hehehe~~~

Not a female supporting role... _(:зゝ∠)_Don't worry about this...

There are surprises in the next chapter, big surprises, everyone must pay attention~~~

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The daily life of the male god and Xiaojiuer is written like warm rice grains, I hope you like it, I love you~~