The second story of the ancient sword II

"Back to... Jingshui Lake?" Wenren's heart trembled suddenly. It turned out that after so long, he still missed that person, and couldn't stop the teacher-student relationship.

"I... went to the tomb of the goddess in Wushan... I always feel that Chu Qi, without Master, would still..." Wuyi didn't continue talking, and there seemed to be a strong voice in his heart telling him to go back and have a look.Although I found some clues to explain something, I was still afraid that the greater the hope, the more disappointment.

"Wuyi..." In an instant, Wenren immediately understood why Wuyi suffered so much.What worries her even more is that when she goes back, thinking about people when she sees things, and people go to the empty buildings, maybe it will only add to the sentimentality.But if he refused, he would probably be even more sad, so he said instead: "Go if you want, I still have time to stay with you during the wedding."

"Really?!" Wuyi turned around and shook Wenren's hand gratefully.

Three days later, the proper wedding etiquette and customs were almost completed, and the young couple embarked on a journey to Jingshui Lake.In early summer, the vegetation is lush and lush, and the heat slowly rises under the dazzling sun.Wenren, who had changed into a light skirt, always felt that something was wrong, his arms were not arms, and his legs were not legs, no matter how he looked at it, he felt uncomfortable.Grabbing Wuyi's sleeve step by step, looking down at Feng on his feet, he cautiously left the gate of Yuefu and walked straight to the main road leading to the outskirts of Chang'an.After several times of awkwardness, he took the Kunpeng soaring away in a hidden place in the suburbs.

As the evening approached, they hovered over the Jingshui Lake. There were slight ripples on the calm lake surface, and the orange sunset reflected most of the lake water.A small wind blows by, the reeds on the opposite bank rustle, and the green bamboos sway.Looking around, the surface of the water is dense, and you can't see clearly, and you can't really see what is in front of you.Wen Ren tightened his hands, which were almost as cold as ever, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"There's nothing, the lake is empty..." Wuyi murmured, staring ahead, something was hidden in his eyes, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.

"Greedy chicken, try to fly as low as possible, and get closer to the center of the lake." Wuyi let go of Wenren's hand, pulled out the saber at his waist, and walked a few steps forward: "I will use the Han light to cut open the barrier! "

"I can't see anything, is it because someone set up an enchantment on the lake?" Wenren immediately understood.

"The enchantment is powerful, be careful not to hurt yourself, stand farther away." It was like pushing Wenren back with all his strength.

A silver light flashed, and a dazzling crack appeared in the mist.The cracks gradually opened, and the brilliance radiated in all directions. Thousands of light fragments streaked across the sky like meteors.The light spots like rain are fleeting, the water mist gradually dissipates, the image of the green bamboo hut on the lake gradually becomes clear, and the ring-shaped weather detector on the roof slowly rotates.The greedy chicken immediately turned into a big kun and carried them to the center of the lake.

Arriving on the shore, the verandah of the green bamboo hut is still lush with flowers and plants, but the surroundings are surprisingly quiet.It's like holding your breath and concentrating, taking every step carefully, listening carefully to the sounds around you.Inside and outside the hut, the furnishings are as old as before, clean and tidy, and the unique bamboo fragrance is faintly scattered. I searched around but there was no sign of anyone.

"It doesn't look like no one has lived in this house for a long time. Go outside and have a look." Wu Yi wiped the table with his fingers, and it was spotless.

The wooden door leading to the backyard was slowly pushed open, the moisture was luxuriant, the hinges were jerky, and the sound of the door shaft turning was dull and long.Like opening a precious object, it is no different to open the door very carefully, expecting a miracle to appear.The door was slowly opened halfway, and the wind blew in, and what I saw was a piece of elegant plain white clothes, and my heart seemed to stop beating.

"No difference, no difference." Wenren shook his body, seeing that he didn't respond, he helped him push the half-opened door and continued to open it.

As the angle widened, the plain white figure gradually became more complete. It was a back view, with a straight back and neatly tied black hair hanging down the back of the head.

"Thank you..." Before Wuyi could utter the next word, he saw the man slowly turned around and smiled at him, calm and untainted.

"Thanks, thank you senior...you're still alive..." Wenren looked sideways at Wuyi who had been stunned.

"Thanks Uncle, is it really you?" Wuyi walked quickly, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and the corners of her mouth trembling.

"Miss Wenren, Le..." Xie Yi hesitated for a moment, and suddenly he didn't know how to address him: "Le, Mr. Le." With the sound of Mr. Le, the distance between the two of them was pulled far away in an instant.In an instant, the smile of surprise suddenly turned into stiffness of surprise.

"He..." The same eyes fell on the man in the wheelchair next to Xie Yi. The man seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, with his head tilted slightly. He was dressed in a simple blue and white shirt, without the complicated decorations of the past.The slightly pale face was serene and serene.Originally a head of black and slightly curly long hair, there are faint silver threads.

"The humble house is simple, Miss Wenren and Mr. Le will find a place to rest for a while, and Xie will entertain the master after he settles down." Xie Yi still smiled gently, bent over and carefully covered the blanket on Shen Ye's lap , and then pushed him into the house.

"You... no, master... calling me Wuyi..." Wuyi's voice was a little choked up, his eyes were always on Xie Yi's back, and the joy just now turned into sorrow in an instant.He fantasized about reunion countless times, imagined goodbye countless times, those good things seemed to turn into bitterness in this instant.Yes, Xie Yi couldn't locate his relationship with Wuyi; Wuyi also recalled that both Uncle Xie and the assassin named Chu Qi were just strangers to him.However, it is not known when.

His life, his laughter, sorrow, tossing and pursuit, have all been integrated with them...

"No difference." Wenren shook his body.

"Huh?" Wuyi came back to his senses, and gently talked about Wenren's forehead hair, with a solemn expression, and slowly said: "He, Shen Ye...is still alive, can you..." Wuyi's words are still Before he could say anything, Wenren's fingers were on her lips, and she smiled slightly in front of him.

"It's no different, I... know what you're thinking. I understand what you want to say. He has gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers to still be alive. Although I hate him, if it weren't for him, Master wouldn't... But speaking of it, he didn't do it for his own selfish desires. I..." Wenren hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued: "...I...you don't have to think about it, don't worry about it..."

"...Wenren..." Wuyi took Wenren's hand and held it tightly in his palm, and the surging heart made him unable to calm down for a long time.

The sky was getting dark, and the wind on the lake was a little bit colder, and it was like walking towards the house with Wen Ren.As soon as he entered the door, Xie Yi with an apron around his waist was about to step out of the threshold.

"The house is almost cleaned up, you two want to eat something, Xie went to the kitchen to prepare some, ahem..." Xie Yi covered his mouth and coughed slightly.

"Master!" Wuyi stepped forward quickly, held Xie Yi's shoulders, and reached out to wipe off the fine beads of sweat left on his forehead due to his busy work: "I, I'll do it!"

"Mr. Le and Miss Wenren are long-distance visitors. It is a great fortune to be able to visit the humble house. How can..."

"No, it's not like that... Do you know how hard it was for me to find you? I almost searched the entire tomb of the goddess, and I knew that you would not die so easily... In my heart, you will always be my master …Whether it’s Xie Yiyanjia, the Xie Yi described in the Xie Yi scroll a hundred years ago, or the Chu Qi who later forced his life against each other and exchanged his life for his life...they are all the same. If it’s not you, the world will No more joy, no difference, master call me no difference..."

"No... different..." Xie Yi was stunned. For a hundred years, he had no relatives and no friends, was alone, and the prosperity was over. In a certain corner of the world, there was still a person still thinking about him.And that person was indirectly his apprentice and his enemy.

"Master..." Wuyi hugged Xie Yi tightly, almost sobbing, and the people beside him couldn't hide their excitement.

"Hey, don't, don't, don't... Silly disciple, take it easy... Teacher's waist has been bad recently..." Xie Yi patted the slightly sore waist on the left side with his hands: "I'm old... and Chen I have been injured for a long time, and I have to carry your Grand Master around every day... My waist is so tired... Haha..."

"Then, why didn't master do some helping Yanjia?" Wuyi hurriedly asked.

"Your great master can't do without people even one step. Even the tomb of the goddess is hastily built. I have no time to be my teacher. Besides, those old Yanjias were damp when I was not at home. All of them are out of order, thinking that when he gets better, I will get them one by one.”

"I, I'll help you!"

"...Who is... so noisy! Xie Yi, who are you talking to?" Shen Ye's stern voice came from inside.

"Oh... Master, it's your disciple who came..."

"Disciple? Where is the disciple? A joke!"

"Don't bother with him...he is already suffering from injuries and illnesses, his magic skills have almost dissipated, and most of the time his mind is not clear. But my efforts are not in vain, and his body has finally improved. Miss Wenren..." Xie Yi paused: "...Can you let go of those old grievances? If you still have hatred in your heart, then wait a hundred years from Master and ask Xie to get it back. I will definitely not complain."

"Thanks, thank you senior...I..." Wenren cast his eyes on Wuyi.

"Hey, Wenren is my daughter-in-law now, she has long since let go. She listens to me, Uncle Xie, don't worry, why would we care about a sick and weak person?"

"Ignorant child, what is a sick and weak person?! Ah?!" Shen Ye's thunderous voice came from the inner room.