Blossoms

1.

Above the floating life, the mountain flowers are blooming.

The master of Qingfeng Hall in Qingfeng Hall is sitting on a rocking chair in the yard, holding a jug of wine in his hand, pointing to the several young boys who are carrying small medicine boxes in front of him and going down the mountain: "I will not follow you guys this time, Master." Go, be careful yourself."

"Yes!" The young boy in the lead replied excitedly. When he turned around and saw the white-clothed boy beside him, he couldn't help but say, "I said, Senior Brother Chu Rui, is it really okay for you to come to our free clinic like this?"

Chu Rui was dressed in plain clothes, with her long hairband fluttering in the wind: "Why not?"

"You look so...beautiful." The young boy in charge couldn't help but said, "What if you get caught by the bad guys."

Chu Rui gave him an incomprehensible expression.

Definitely won't be caught by the bad guys.

Hall Master Qingfeng let out a sigh: "He is doing well today."

The leading young boy snorted: "Then... let's go."

A group of teenagers ran out of the floating life mightily.

Chu Rui ran down the mountain with his senior brothers, a group of teenagers played along the way, and finally played with his senior brother by the stream, Chu Rui squatted by the stream and washed the fruits and gave them to everyone, when he heard a cry for help from the forest.

"It can't be... there is a ghost." One of the young boys opened his mouth: "I'm afraid..."

"No, it's broad daylight." Chu Rui reprimanded him and lifted the medicine box.

Eldest brother saw his appearance: "Shall I accompany you to take a look?"

Chu Rui nodded.

The two walked towards the place where they called for help in the woods. Chu Rui and the elder brother walked one after the other. When they got closer, they heard clearly that the cry for help was like a child's voice.

Both of them were taken aback for a moment, and hastened to walk over. The scene in front of them was shocking.

A boy less than five years old was lying on the ground, with a dagger stabbed into his back, bleeding continuously.

He shouted: "Mother...help me."

Chu Rui was stunned by the scene in front of him, and the two hurried over to help the boy up, and the senior brother checked the wound on the boy's body: "It's too serious, I'll go back and inform the juniors, Chu Rui, you take him to use light work quickly Hurry back to Qingfengtang!"

Holding the weak child in front of him, Chu Rui put him on his back and rushed back as fast as he could.

The boy slightly opened his eyes, only seeing Chu Rui's back.

The master of Qingfengtang quickly cured the boy. When he came out, he saw Chu Rui's frightened face, and hurriedly said, "Are you tired too, go back and rest for a while?"

Chu Rui shook his head: "Master... I heard what he said..."

The person in front of him raised his eyes.

In the house, the boy's mind kept flashing the scary images in the woods, and he murmured: "Mother... don't hit me, I will eat well in the future... and stay in the house... I won't run out again I... I..."

Chu Rui touched his head, and he stopped talking in his sleep.

The people on the side sighed: "I only know that Tianyin Sect is in a mess recently. Judging by his clothes, he looks like a child from Jueming Ridge. Maybe the whole family has been killed."

Or, it was his mother who personally killed him.

The boy finally woke up after being in a coma for many days. When he opened his eyes, he saw dozens of children watching him, and shrank back into the blanket in fright. Seeing this, Chu Rui quickly said, "You guys scared him."

After speaking, he reached out to the boy and smiled slightly: "Hi, my name is Chu Rui, what's your name?"

Seeing his smile, the boy couldn't help but blush, and got back under the quilt.

"Hahaha!" The junior brother on the side couldn't help teasing: "He's afraid of you too!"

Chu Rui had no choice but to withdraw his hand when he heard the words, and heard the boy's extremely small voice: "My name is Xiao Mo..."

Little Mo.

Chu Rui nodded and reached out to touch his head.

"Where's my name?" Chu Rui pointed to himself.

Xiao Mo stared at him blankly, and opened his mouth: "Chu Ruirui..."

"It's Chu Rui."

Chu Rui looked at him nodding and smiled softly.

"It's so pitiful, his parents didn't even give him a name...Xiao Mo, it's an alias." Hall Master Qingfeng was chatting with Hall Master Qingfeng, Chu Rui stood beside Master for a long time, hearing his The uncle said: "But he belongs to Tianyin... let's hand it over to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect."

Hall Master Qingfeng raised his eyebrows: "It's not impossible..."

"Master." Chu Rui waited until the hall master went away before finally holding his master's hand: "Xiao Mo...do you have to send it to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect?"

Hall Master Qingfeng smiled: "Why, that child is too cute, can't bear it?"

"No, I just think..."

"Okay." Hall Master Qingfeng patted Chu Rui's forehead with one finger: "Sending him to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect is the best arrangement for him."

Xiao Mo stared blankly at the man in front of him.

The man touched his head and stretched out his hand: "Your name is Xiao Mo, right? I am the master from Wangjun Mountain, and I will be your master in the future. Please give me your advice!"

With tears in the corners of Xiao Mo's eyes, he shrank into the quilt.

"Hey, you scared him, he's only four or five years old." Hall Master Qingfeng couldn't help teasing: "By the way, what happened to the Piaomiao sword you made yourself?"

The man waved his hand: "The trick to deal with Tianyin, how about I teach you?"

Raising his eyebrows, Hall Master Qingfeng snorted: "I'll wait."

The man nodded in satisfaction: "It's a deal."

In the end, Xiao Mo was taken to Wangjun Mountain. Before leaving, he grabbed Chu Rui and asked him, "Chu Ruirui, do you want me?"

"No." Chu Rui patted his head: "When you get better, you can still come back..."

Can he still come back.

"It's time, let's go." The man took Xiao Mo's hand: "It's too late, it will be dark."

Xiao Mo stood there blankly, his eyes still staring at Chu Rui, and his cute little fingers grabbed Chu Rui's hand: "When is that? When can I come back?"

Chu Rui pointed to the white mountain flowers all over the mountain, and smiled at him: "Maybe...the next time the flowers bloom."

……

Xiao Mo stood in front of the elegant main hall of Wangjun Mountain, and the man led him in, "Brother, I have an apprentice!"

"What's the name?" His senior took a book and studied it carefully: "The children in this generation have already reached the word 'zi', just like my big apprentice 'zihe'."

The man holding his hand bowed his head and thought for a while: "Let me think about it... how about calling it Xi? The Xi of Chenxi."

The senior brother in front of him raised his eyes and glanced over with scrutiny.

The man couldn't help shrinking back: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Xi of Chenxi, isn't Xihe of Xi?" The elder brother closed the scroll with a snap: "You are simply stubborn."

"Zixi, isn't it great?" The man yelled at his senior brother, "His original name was Xiao Mo, but his real name is Mo Zixi!"

"It's unreasonable..." The senior brother looked at him with gloomy eyes: "I don't want to care about you anymore."

"Master..." Xiao Mo tugged on the man's sleeve.

The man smiled and touched his rosy cheek: "Haha, it's okay, you will be called Mo Zixi from now on."

Mo Zixi.

The Xiaoyao Sword School is a master apprentice of Wangjun Mountain, and his teacher is Piaomiaojian Liu Changle.

Mo Zixi remembered that one day the master teased her own name: "What Changle, it's not Changle at all."

"Master, why did you name me... Zixi?"

The master smiled, and his eyes gradually lost the smile: "Zixi, Zixi, brother is right, I am stubborn."

That's the end of the matter of the name.

Later, Mo Zixi had an additional junior brother. The master took the scroll and picked out the words one by one: "Xiao Qin, let me call you Qin Zihuan."

The pink and pink boy ran over bouncingly, Mo Zixi thought of himself when he was a child, couldn't help but patted his head and smiled at him.

The little boy has two dimples on his face, which is really cute.

At the coming-of-age ceremony, the master took out the two swords of Patriarch Wangjunshan, and gave the sword named Shanming to the younger brother, and the one named Shuixiu to him.

"Master entrusted this sword to me because he valued me... Zixi, you are quite famous outside, so please bring your junior brother to make some contributions to Xiaoyao in the future."

"Yes." He replied, "Thank you, Master."

The little junior brother ran over excitedly: "Senior brother, everything depends on you!"

"What are you talking about, haven't I always been reliable." Mo Zixi swept his hair: "You wait to see the reputation of Junshan's twin swords shock the world."

"Beautiful." Qin Zihuan said.

But Mo Zixi didn't joke, he took Qin Zihuan to get rid of some notorious villains on Xiaoyao Wangjunshan Villain List, and Wangjunshan's twin swords are really famous all over the world.

They even traveled to every corner of the rivers and lakes, they are happy in the rivers and lakes, so unrestrained, the world knows, Wang Junshan with two swords, famous in the rivers and lakes, Mo Zixi, a disciple of Wangjun Mountain, is romantic all over the world.

Men all over the world yearn for it; women all over the world are moved by it.

He doesn't know whether other people's heart is moved or not, but he is always moved for one person.

That, the boy who saved him.

Mo Zixi still remembered the agreement he made with Chu Rui, but he thought that he was not good enough, so he never went back to the floating life, and he practiced Piao Miao swordsmanship desperately.

Until, the master suddenly collapsed one day.

After receiving the notification, Mo Zixi and Qin Zihuan hurried back to Wangjun Mountain. The master was always in good health and had never suffered from any minor illness or pain. Now he suddenly fell ill, and a group of people were busy.

The doctor of Xiaoyao Sword Sect suggested sending him to Fushengsheng to recuperate for some time. When the master came back and saw his worried mood, he took out a bag of money from his pocket: "You go and give these to Qingfengtang... Expressed as a teacher thanks."

Mo Zixi stared blankly at the bag of silver in his hand and smiled.

In the early morning, he couldn't wait to rush to Fusheng. He had imagined countless times of their goodbye, and also imagined how many times Chu Rui's reaction when he saw him again. superior.

The sea breeze blew gently, and he looked at the rising sun in the distance, and at a glance he saw the figure who opened the window under the eaves of the Qingfeng Hall. The figure saw him and hurried out.

Mo Zixi's feet loosened, and they landed firmly in front of his eyes.

Waiting for him to speak, Mo Zixi grabbed her trembling arm and gave him a smile.

"Xiaoyao Sword Sect? I am Chu Rui, the master of Qingfeng Hall, may I ask you..." Chu Rui said.

"It turned out to be a disciple of Fushen's genius doctor. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, "I'm Wang Junshan Mo Zixi of the Xiaoyao Sword School... I have admired Fushen's name for a long time!" Mo Zixi didn't know how many times he had recited this sentence silently. He was finally relieved to be able to speak out.

Chu Rui doesn't remember him.

That's right, after so many years... It's normal not to remember... How many patients he has saved in his life, it is impossible to remember every one of them.

It's okay, I'll just remember.

Mo Zixi took out the purse: "My teacher was taken care of by you a few days ago, this is a little kindness from my teacher."

Every frown and smile of this person, he will always remember it in the future.

hope so.

small theater:

[Chu Rui: Brother, there is a cry for help in the woods, I'll go see who it is...]

[Author: That's your wife haha. 】

[Unnamed Senior Brother: Author, have you considered my feelings?Why did the two of them go together so much that they fell in love with him! 】

[Author: You are too dark, he only sees Chu Rui with the shining halo of the protagonist on his head. 】

When naming:

[Liu Changle: (nonsensical nonsense) The name Mo Zixi was chosen a long time ago, the author is incapable of naming it, brother, don't stop me! 】