[Traveling] Stepfather Clearance Plan

I think the master should be from Chu State.Because the words written on the brocade silk with clear water are all in the words of Chu State.

"Master, are you from the state of Chu? Then why did you come to the state of Yan so far away?" I asked while watching him write.

The master smiled slightly, dipped in some water again, and continued to write.

Seeing that he didn't answer, I continued on my own: "It must be because the war between Qin and Chu destroyed your home..."

The master was noncommittal, but said plainly: "King Qin Ying Zhengxiong has a great plan. If he launches a trouble, the six eastern countries may not be able to survive."

"How could this happen? What about the six eastern countries?" I was a little anxious, "If Ying Zheng destroys Yan, then I will kill Ying Zheng and avenge Yan!"

His writing hand stopped, then simply put down the pen, and looked at me carefully.

"Jun Yanchun used despicable means to frame your father, is he your enemy?"

I thought about it and nodded.

"The king of Yan listened to slander and killed his loyal ministers. Is he your enemy?"

I nodded again.

"Then, if the King of Qin really destroyed the country of Yan, didn't he avenge you? Why do you treat him as an enemy? The feudal lords have fought for supremacy for hundreds of years. Wouldn't it be good if there was no war once and for all?"

"This...it's different. In short, they are all enemies." I was at a loss for words for a moment, and I forced my words a little bit unconvinced, and then my forehead was hit hard by Master.

"You little brain, how can you hold so many enemies?"

I said aggrievedly: "Why can't you pretend?"

Master watched my face soften and patted my shoulder.

"Silly boy... If your heart is filled with hatred, isn't there no place to let the person you care about, let yourself go?"

I seemed to understand but half understood, and after a long while, I slowly nodded.

"Then... Master has no time to hate King Qin because his heart is full of caring people?"

Master had finished writing and was arranging the table case. When he heard my question, he pursed his lips and thought about it seriously for a while.

"It should be... that's what you said..." The voice he said in that sentence was not like the usual nonsense, but there was some mortal melancholy.

That day, there was a question that I didn't ask in the end.

Is it because my heart is full of people who miss me, so I have no place for myself, so I gave up my hometown, the past, and I don’t even want to mention my name?

Who is that person that my mentor cherishes with his entire life...

The man named Jing Xiao really knelt outside the door for three days and three nights.I couldn't help but go out to see him every time, and seeing that he hadn't left, I came back and told Master.When the master heard this, he always frowned and showed a troubled expression.

On the night of the third day, the cloudy clouds that had accumulated for several days finally turned into heavy rain.

The master sighed, "Let him in."

Jing Xiao has been in a coma for two days, but fortunately her legs are fine.

The master left him to recuperate for a few more days, and seeing that he was unwilling to give up no matter what, finally agreed.

"Help me find that bead, and I'll pass you the score."

He hurriedly knelt down again and bowed three times.

Jing Xiao went for a whole year.When he came back, it was the midsummer of the second year, and it had been raining heavily for five consecutive days.

At that time, he could no longer see, but his expression was such a peace and joy that I had never seen before.

When the master saw him coming back, his face was full of astonishment and disappointment, and he murmured: "You really went...you really went..."

He took out the moon-white bead the size of a pigeon egg from his bosom, and held it to Master with both hands.When Master picked it up, his whole body shivered uncontrollably as if afraid of the cold.

"What price did he ask you for?"

Jing Xiao actually smiled, "It's just these eyes, and the remaining ten years of my life."

The master's expression was in a trance, and he said quietly after a while: "You can't see it anymore, so what's the point of getting this music score?"

Jing Xiao knelt down in front of Master again.

"If you can't see, you can convince you that I have no malice in asking for the music score. Even if I stab your eyes in front of you, I will have no complaints!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Master raised his hand as if to hit him, but his hand just stopped in mid-air for a while, and then slowly put it down.

He turned around, turned his back to Jing Xiao, and closed his eyes.

"Xiao Gao... let's grind the ink."

That was the only time I saw Master really write with ink.

He wrote the music score on the worn-out piece of paper that he always cherished, and when it was done, he asked me to show it to Jing Xiao.

"You tell him that I don't want to see him again, and tell him not to come to me again for the rest of his life."

When I conveyed the original words, Jing Xiao was not surprised, but smiled wryly: "I also think that this will be the result..."

After seeing Jing Xiao off, when she came back, she saw the door of the room that had been locked all the time opened.

It was a big room, and there was nothing in it, except for a picture scroll hanging on the wall in the south.The picture scroll is exquisitely framed, but the picture is blank.

The master knelt in front of the blank picture scroll, held the bead in his hand and pressed it to his heart, bowed his head deeply, and could not stop crying.

I didn't dare to disturb, so I just stood guard at the door.

Watched all night.

When the master came out of that room again, he said to me: "Xiao Gao, after the death of the teacher, you accompany Na Jingxiao for three years, and you will repay him for being the teacher."

Jing Xiao left, as if taking seven points of Master's soul with her.He no longer wrote those Qingshui calligraphy and paintings, and he seldom talked to me. Except for the daily routine of sword fighting, he was hardly seen.

After a lot of work, I finally found him by the cold pool in the back mountain.I discovered that place with my master a few years ago. The stream was blocked by huge rocks to form a small pond with a square meter. The bottom of the pond was clear and surrounded by pines. Even at noon, there were only a few rays of sunlight shining through the branches and leaves. Come down and leave some fine spots on the ground.Master smiled and said, "It's the most suitable place to enjoy the cool air in summer."

But now he just sits on the boulder by the pool, looking at the water, and drinks all day long.I stood in the distance, looking at the silent sadness in his eyes, I only felt a chill down my spine.

After standing there watching him for a few days, I finally felt heartache unbearable and dared not go again.

My swordsmanship is getting better and better. This year, I have been able to perform more than [-] moves with my master.

Master's body was getting worse day by day.Although the sword moves are still clear and sharp, their strength is not as good as before.After each swordfight, the hair on his forehead was drenched with sweat, and it took a long time for his disordered breathing to be calmed down.

I even have a feeling that this sword competition is consuming what little life he has left, so I beg him not to compete again.He froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay."

However, after winter, he became more and more ill, and it was difficult to even get up from the couch.

I was so anxious that I went down the mountain to ask the doctor to see it.The doctor felt his pulse and sighed again and again, but only prescribed a few relief prescriptions.

According to the prescription, he fried the medicine and brought it to the master. The master frowned, but drank it anyway.But still suppressed his voice and coughed until dawn every night.

During that time, I searched everywhere for nourishing and digestible ingredients, and cooked them in different ways for Master.Master doesn't eat five grains, but he doesn't refuse the food I cook, but his physical strength is too weak, and he can't eat any more every time he eats a little.

I always beg him to eat more.

He shook his head, stroked my hair with his hand, and called my name softly.

"Xiao Gao."

Xiao Gao.

I suddenly remembered the words of my master: After the death of the teacher, you will accompany Na Jingxiao for three years, and you will repay him for being the teacher.

It turned out that from that moment on, Master knew that his time was numbered.

The weather turned warmer in the spring of the following year, and Master's illness improved somewhat, and he was finally able to get up and walk in the courtyard.

I was overjoyed and put more thought into my diet.

He still only ate a little, and then said in a flattering way: "Xiao Gao, drink with me."

I replied righteously: "No, drinking alcohol is harmful to your health, and you can't drink it if I don't drink it."

The night before the Awakening of Insects, I stewed tonic soup as usual and served it to Master.At that time, Master actually put on the dark red richly decorated brocade robe when I first saw him. When he saw the soup in my hand, he just waved his hand to let me put it down.

"Xiao Gao, go down the mountain and stop following me."

I was stunned, "Master, what did I do wrong?"

He stroked my hair again, "Didn't you always want to go down the mountain? I will give you all the beads that Fuyao and Jingxiao found for my teacher. If you feel lonely, take them out and have a look, so you can have a thought." think."

"I don't want it!" I took a step back suddenly, avoiding his hand.

"Since the teacher said to give them to you, these things are yours." He said lightly, but I never heard some irritation from his voice, "Whether you lose them or throw them away , they will all come back to you."

……

Why, you are always like this, saying things that I can't understand.

I bit my lip silently.

"But... I haven't defeated you yet."

He raised his eyebrows, "I made this condition, but it's just a trick for my own entertainment. Now I'm tired of it, and I don't want to continue. Do you really think that, with you, one day you can defeat me?"

I stared at him blankly, my eyes were a little sour, and I almost shed tears. "...Then why not, let's compete again now."

"Okay," the master agreed, "I will use the wooden sword this time, and you will use the water sword."

That was the last time I competed swords with Master, and I only passed four moves in total.

I've lost since the first move.

The fourth move, the master's sword rested on my throat, and I didn't even dare to move a single finger because of fear.

His expression was still as usual, but his sword aura was as cold as ice.

That sword energy seemed to say: If I continue to pester him, he will definitely kill me if he doesn't consider the relationship between master and apprentice.

There was a stalemate like this for a while.

When he retracted the sword, I just felt that all the strength in my body was drained, and I collapsed to my knees.

"Obviously, there is not much time..."

He looked up at the moon, which was already in the west, and then at me.

"Good boy, I finally learned to admit defeat. Put the Shuihan Sword away. It belongs to you. It has been occupied by me for several years. It's time to return it to its original owner." He turned back to the room, paused, and then Said to me: "Xiao Gao, if you really want to stay, stay here."

I just looked at his back blankly and disappeared behind the door.