My sister is born again

Taoist Wang handed her over to me, and I stretched out my hand to catch her.

Seeing this, Master turned around and asked in confusion, "Why?"

"You disciple, since you left yesterday, you have not eaten or drank. Master Jing'an entrusted it to me again early in the morning, saying that the fate of this little girl is uncertain, and she may not be able to support her. In addition, she has been thinking about the two words of senior sister." Words, I think I can't do without you, such an experienced Taoist has no choice but to chase all the way." Wang Laodao replied.

The master's brows and eyes were full of annoyance, and his gaze towards Shan Nian became more and more impatient.

On the contrary, Taoist Wang looked calm, stroked his beard and looked to the side and said: "I see the fate of these two girls. If there is any chaos in the martial arts in the future, only the two of them can solve it. It's better for Qingfeng to cultivate them well." For good."

"how do I say this?"

Only then did the master turn his head to look this way, and asked with a scrutiny.

Although Taoist Wang glanced lightly, for some reason, I just felt that Taoist Wang's eyes seemed to see me through.

"God's will is hard to side, and the old Taoist can't say too much,"

"Let's see, the relationship between your two disciples is very different. It's better to keep them together. Remember that the one who can solve the chaos in Wulin in the future should be one of these two." Old Taoist Wang said vaguely .

I looked down at the little person with red eyes, and lightly touched her cold face with my fingertips, and she held my fingertips tightly in her palm.

The master on one side seemed to be hesitating, and nodded in response: "Thank you."

She blinked her eyes lightly, looked at Master nervously with one hand, and dared not even speak.

I protected her with one hand, and rode the horse with the rein in the other, guessing that since the master in front of me could agree, then she should be able to stay.

After driving for a long time, she tugged on her sleeve and whispered, "Nian'er will not leave... Senior Sister."

Hearing this, I responded dully: "If you don't leave, Senior Sister will always take Nian'er with you wherever you go."

Her eyebrows are bent, and her obedient and obedient appearance is the most distressing.

In the Heroes Conference in Knife City, almost half of the remnants of the Demon Cult were wiped out, except for a young man Wen Xie who disappeared with the Dementor Demon Clan.

From then on, Master became famous and soon ended his travels.Soon, I was recalled back to the Qingfeng Sword Sect to become the master, and because of my hard work, I became the master's closed disciple.

And because she was not suitable for practicing martial arts, the master placed her in the backyard, so we rarely saw each other.

Time passed by slowly, and at the age of 17, my martial arts reputation is getting bigger and bigger among the younger generation.

Comparing with Master, I am satisfied, but I feel more and more at a loss.

One night, I was walking alone on Fengling Mountain when I met her.

She is small, and the ill-fitting clothes make her look like a child of eight or nine years old, but now she is obviously 12 years old.

Sitting under the red maple leaves, she looked into her palm and whispered, "One piece, two pieces...well, four pieces."

The breeze gently blew her hair that fell behind her, and her face, which was not much blood, was very pale.

I can't remember how long ago it was the last time I spoke, and I was a little hesitant to bother her.

Just seeing her serious appearance, she couldn't help but stepped forward and called, "Xiao... Nian'er."

Realizing that she is no longer a child, she called out again: "Nian'er."

She looked sideways, her bright eyes reflected her already blurred face.

"Sister!"

As if nothing had changed, even if all the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect called themselves Senior Sister, she couldn't change it, and still called Senior Sister as affectionately as she did when she was a child.

For some reason, he suddenly broke away from the previous dazed restlessness.

I looked down at her and saw that she was holding four cakes in her palm, so I knew she was just counting how many cakes were left.

I don't want her to hold a piece of pastry, hand it to her mouth and say: "Cake... sweet."

Not wanting to take away her kindness, I opened my mouth to bite. The pastry was too sweet and greasy, and the taste was not to my liking.

"Well, it's delicious." But looking at her eyes full of expectation, I still couldn't bear to let her bright eyes be piled up with disappointment as always.

Sure enough, after hearing this, she ate another piece of pastry in satisfaction, not knowing that the corners of her mouth were stained with pastry crumbs.

Stretching out her hand to wipe it for her, she let the flow take its course and remained still, obediently as before.

He smoothly adjusted the collar for her, fastened the belt tightly, and was startled when he touched her warm arm.

"It's cold outside, Nian'er go back quickly." I withdrew my hand and said as softly as possible.

She nodded, turned around and walked, watching her small body walk away slowly.

Just when she was about to turn around, she ran over again and stuffed the two pastries wrapped in oiled paper into her hands.

"Give it to Senior Sister." She only said these words clumsily, and then trotted away.

I stopped where I was, stared blankly at the wrinkled oil paper in my palm, and whispered, "Silly."

My heart, which had been piled up in a daze, was slightly brighter. I looked at the disappearing figure and turned back to the yard, thinking, since she loves cakes, the disciple who asked me to go down the mountain should bring her some cakes.

Thinking like this, when I handed the pastry to her, her eyes never left the pastry for a moment.

He's really easy to please.

At that time, I never thought that everything would change after only a few months, and she, who was happily eating pastry in front of me, would be dragged into the whirlpool of martial arts.

And what the old Taoist Wang said back then really came true one by one.

It was summer at that time, and I was ordered by my master to take some of my disciples down the mountain to practice for only three months.

Before going down the mountain, I went to see her specially, knowing that she had a toothache recently, but repeatedly told her not to steal pastries at night.

She nodded obediently and said, "En, Nian'er remembered."

"If you are obedient, senior sister will bring some new pastries to Nian'er."

I thought it was just an ordinary farewell, so I didn't talk to her much, and went down the mountain after a while.

When she left Fengling Mountain on horseback, she sat blankly outside the pavilion on the side, and happened to be able to see the road down the mountain.

She likes to do this on weekdays, I turned my head to look, and sure enough she was sitting, just like when she couldn't speak back then, she was very obedient.

Because of outsiders, I couldn't peek at her anymore, so I left straight away.

There are many complicated things at the foot of the mountain. It is extremely tiring to act chivalrously and deal with various factions in the rivers and lakes.

When the three months were about to pass, I went to the pastry shop to have a look.

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Young lady looks familiar, I come to buy this pastry every time."

I didn't say much, just looking at the complicated cakes, I was a little uncertain, thinking that she likes sweets, and the taste is probably similar to that of children, so I asked: "Shopkeeper, which ones do children like to eat more?"

"The three items over there are newly released, and the taste is most suitable for children's tastes. I don't think the girl is the wife." The shopkeeper obviously thought too much.

"No, she is my... junior sister."

The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed, he still had a smile on his face, but he didn't speak anymore.

I chose those three, and bought haw jelly as well, thinking that she likes to eat sweet, but she likes sour ones.

On the day of returning, I suddenly received a letter from my master, which mentioned that Nanwu Island in Hualin Kingdom was destroyed overnight, and the Wulin might not be at peace for a while.

The second is about the marriage contract. Wang Jin was the marriage contract that Master made when I was 15 years old.

It's just an acquaintance of interests, Master's words don't have any emotion, and I don't care, even if the Wang family is gone, Master will find someone else.

In the past few years of traveling in the rivers and lakes, I have seen too many human relationships, the fairy couples in the playbooks, and the love stories.

When I came back to my senses, when my eyes stopped to worry about my life, there was no wave in my eyes. I calmly burned the letter and ordered all the disciples to return to Fengling Mountain tomorrow.

When his eyes touched the pastry placed on the side, he touched the outside of the oil paper with his hand, and remembered what the shopkeeper said, if the pastry is eaten warm, the taste will be even better.

When it was delivered to her tomorrow, it would probably be completely cold, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

I just thought of her expectant eyes, and then thought of her usual expression when she saw the pastry, how could she dislike it.

Such a well-behaved person, I'm afraid he will be very happy.

Before I knew it, my mood improved a lot, and I was vaguely looking forward to returning tomorrow.

It was just that it rained heavily at dawn the next day, and the journey was delayed. I was worried that the pastries would get wet and ruined, so I didn't force my way and let the disciples take shelter from the rain.

It took two days to return to Fengling Mountain, but she was nowhere to be seen while riding up the mountain.

I was so panicked that when I entered the main hall, the master frowned slightly and said, "Half a month ago, some bad guys trespassed on Fengling Mountain, causing several casualties, and the good thoughts disappeared."

It was only after I heard the words that I regained my composure and looked at the master sitting on top of the main hall. His expression was never worried, as if he was talking about the death or injury of an ordinary disciple.

At that moment, I could only hear the beating of my heart clearly, and I forgot even what Master mentioned about the marriage contract later.

After walking steadily, I walked out of the hall, unexpectedly feeling the cold permeating from my bones on this sunny day.

I asked my disciples that night for details, but I found that no one could see who it was?

He didn't even know the martial arts methods of Hemen and Hepai, but he only knew that this group of people had unknown origins.

That night I stood under the tree all night, and when the disciples came to look for him at dawn the next day, I was relieved.

"Big sister, master, and the elders have important matters to discuss in the main hall."

"Well, I see, you step back."

Taking a deep breath, but my body still couldn't relax, I turned and left without looking at the pastry wrapped in oiled paper that was placed under the tree beside me.

Nian'er, where have you been taken?

Returning to the main hall, the master and the elders seem to have forgotten about the matter of kindness, and they are discussing the matter of the examination of the inner disciples next month.

I looked at these people strangely, turned my head to look at the open door, and my heart was chilled by the scorching sun.

Suddenly I remembered what that old Taoist Wang said back then, she must be alive somewhere in this world, I don't know why I was so sure in my heart.

Since then, I have often gone down the mountain and traveled for many years.As long as I inquire about any news related to her, I will never give up.

As if to answer her sentence back then, if I go, I will take her with me.

But now I can't keep her.

As time passed, these things became my habit. Another year passed and I was about to turn [-]. The date of my engagement was getting closer and closer. I was absent several times. This time, my master forcibly called me back to Fengling Mountain.

During the banquet, Wang Jin looked this way several times, but I just drank and didn't speak.

The master didn't ask, but at the end of the banquet, he announced that he would be married in May of the next year and invited all the heroes from all over the world.

I never spoke or showed a smile, but I left the banquet early.

I pretended not to be aware of Wang Jin following behind me, and walked under the maple tree again without realizing it.

"Xue'er, you seem unwilling?" Wang Jin asked impatiently.

I turned my head to look at him, and responded according to what I wanted in my heart: "Wang Jin... I don't know what a husband and wife are, let alone love. You should find another lover?"

Wang Jin, the always prudent and modest gentleman, had hurt eyes and said in disbelief, "You...do you have a sweetheart?"

"Nothing." I shook my head, looked back at the maple tree.

Wang Jin's tone seemed to be softened and said: "Since this is the case, if it is a matter of affection, we can cultivate it slowly."

I didn't say a word, just smiled suddenly, shook my head and looked to one side, as if I said to myself: "Emotions? It's just a mediocre thing, don't worry about it."

Wang Jin, who was behind him, was breathing more heavily, and stepped back and said, "Aren't you too tired? I know you have been busy looking for your little junior sister in recent years. I can wait for you."

After speaking, Wang Jin left in a panic.

Is this self-deception?

I turned around and looked under the empty tree, as if the girl who had been obediently guarding under the tree had disappeared like the wind, and I could no longer hear her calling senior sister affectionately.

Warm tears fell suddenly, and I felt that there was no place in the world to miss, so I whispered: "Nian'er, are you still alive..."

In a daze, I saw a familiar figure not far away, and it turned out to be her whom I hadn't seen in three years!

The author has something to say: Sister’s feelings are actually very slow _(:з"∠)_, well, the double update is over, everyone should rest early*^_^*.