Chapter 1231 Master
Yan Qi looked older than Su Changan had imagined. According to Su Changan's understanding, he was only slightly older than his master.
But Yan Qi was extremely thin, his eyes were cloudy and dim, and there seemed to be a layer of gray covering his eyeballs.
But the old man was extremely stubborn. He stared with his eyes wide open, as if this would make him look more energetic. He refused to let anyone support him and walked step by step on his own.
But just by seeing it from a distance, Su Changan could clearly hear the old man's breathing, which seemed to be squeezed out from deep in his chest, and was extremely heavy.
Su Changan looked at Yan and cried.
Yan Qi was also looking at Su Changan.
The laurel flower was clinging to the top of the wall, peeking.
Under the wall, Su Changan, dressed in white, stood there with the corners of his clothes hanging down. When the wind passed by, his shadow brushed lightly against the wall, allowing him to peek at the osmanthus flowers.
At first, perhaps because he was far away, the old man didn't see clearly, but after he got closer and saw Su Changan clearly,
Yan Qi suddenly stopped and stared at the white clothes, watching the wind blowing up the ends of her hair and clothes.
That year, under the osmanthus tree, there was a graceful scholar, gentle as jade, who gently asked a naughty child, "Yanqi, run slower, be careful not to fall."
The old man's gray pupils suddenly showed a gleam of light, and he even began to tremble. He walked towards Su Changan with bigger and faster steps, and the excitement on his face gradually appeared.
He became more and more excited and his pace became faster.
At some point, the old man looked at the man in white, his eyes became moist, his lips trembled, and he seemed to be muttering the word "Master" over and over again.
The younger generations such as Cai Yunjian who followed behind wanted to catch up and help, but were stopped by Bai Danrong and several other elders.
The other elders stared at Su Changan in amazement and spoke subconsciously, "Palace Master."
The figure that I have never forgotten for decades appeared in my mind.
Their uncle or great-grandmaster, the Palace Master of Miaoyin Palace, was like this in the past. He stood there in a gentle manner, watching them from a distance when they loved to play in their childhood.
Exactly the same.
The appearance, the demeanor, and that refreshing feeling.
Yan Qi just looked at the white figure. His long-term illness made him just an empty shell with the title of Grand Master of the Ultimate Realm. So after running a few steps, he could feel his discomfort, but he still ran quickly towards the white figure.
Seeing the old man like this, Su Changan naturally went forward and hurriedly grabbed his hands to support him, "Uncle Master, please go slower."
The old man looked at the person in front of him with moist eyes.
"division"
As he got closer, he uttered a word.
But when he arrived in front of Su Changan, the old man just stared at him in a daze.
Very similar, very similar.
but.
Just like.
No, Master.
There was no loss in the old man's eyes, but tears were already flowing.
She is not the master, but the master’s granddaughter, now the queen of Daxia and the master’s descendant.
The old man seemed to wake up all of a sudden.
but.
The old man looked at the facial features of the person in front of him, at his equally messy and haphazard hair, and at his sparkling eyes.
The old man raised his dry hands, his lips trembling.
It was as if I saw the man who appeared in front of me in the past again.
Before the master left, he asked him, "Yan Qi, if I told you that I found a master's wife for you, would you be surprised?"
Yan Qi was young at the time and thought his master was joking, so he teased his master, "If this were to happen, I'm afraid many people in the martial arts world would cry, especially Uncle Liu, who would probably lose his temper, and Uncle Xianyang would even question you."
The master smiled gently, stood in the moonlight, and whispered, "If you all saw her, you wouldn't lose your temper. Your master's wife is a person whose smile warms your heart."
Yan Qi was stunned.
The master continued, "She is a peasant girl. She doesn't know any martial arts, but she wants to learn. However, she is too dumb to learn. She keeps telling me that if she sees you, she's worried that you will look down on her and that she will embarrass me."
Yan Qi saw that the master was serious and quickly asked, "Master, where is the master's wife? We should go and see her. And why should we look down on her? She is our master's wife. Instead, I am worried that we will scare her."
The master smiled gently. "Don't blame me for praising your master's wife. She would probably be very nervous when she saw you, but if she saw your injuries from training, she would come forward and ask if it hurt, why you were so careless, etc., and then she would hurriedly bandage you. She is the most gentle woman in the world in my heart."
Su Changan looked at the old man in front of him, and after hesitating to speak, he gently leaned his face against the palm of the old man's hand, his long black hair hanging down, "Uncle Master, I'll do it."
The old man felt the softness of the woman's face and her trembling lips. For some reason, he remembered what his master had said, and even more so, he remembered his master's wife whom he had never met.
Looking at the person in front of him, from the moment he received the news, the old man had accumulated a lot of words that he wanted to say to his master's granddaughter. On the way here, he had rehearsed in his mind countless times how to say, what to say, and what not to say.
But at the moment, he just looked at her, who looked so much like his master, squatting in front of him, looking at him with soft eyes, her eyes red, unable to utter a word. He just lowered his head slightly, looking at the child in front of him, his dry lips trembling uncontrollably, "How are you doing?"
It’s like we’ve never met before, but it’s like we’re meeting for the first time, and it’s what an elder who cares about the younger generation says.
Especially along the way, the old man heard all the experiences of the queen, the granddaughter of his master.
He really does.
I really want to ask this question in person.
Su Changan was stunned. He thought about what his first sentence should be to the old man, but he didn't expect the old man in front of him to say such words.
He squatted down, placed one hand on the back of the old man's hand, looked up at the old man, nodded slightly, and grinned: "Yeah, I'm fine."
It doesn't feel good.
It feels really bad.
It was just like when he first returned to the village and the old people in the village started crying as soon as they saw him.
That was the case at that time.
The same is true now.
Yan Qi got the answer, but looking at Su Changan, her face was full of heartache. How could it be okay? How could it be okay?
He had also experienced the death of his parents and brothers before his eyes, but he had his master by his side at that time. But what about this child?
When we first met, I had a lot of questions to ask, but when I saw this child, I just felt sorry for my master.
But looking at the child in front of him, he also wanted to cry.
Bai Danrong and others had already caught up at this time.
Caiyunjian saw that Master's eyes were moist and he looked at the Queen very gently. The Queen squatted down and put Master's hand on her face.
This scene made her feel uncomfortable.
My uncle-master has always been very strict and has never shown such an expression.
But Master said that Master Uncle usually had to be strict because Miaoyin Palace was on his shoulders. He had to be like this, and it was the only way.
Master also said that your uncle had never confided his grievances and suffering to anyone, and he couldn't confide in anyone. Perhaps he would cry out when he found Master in the future.
Su Changan looked at Yan Qi and said, "Master, let's go in first."
Yan Qi's eyes were always on Su Changan. When he heard this, he nodded and reluctantly withdrew his hand from Su Changan's face, but his hand was still holding Su Changan's hand.
like
I was very afraid that Su Changan would leave.
He would suddenly disappear from sight without saying goodbye, so he grabbed Su Changan and looked at Su Changan.
Su Changan did not resist the old man's actions. He supported the old man very gently. He could feel that the old man was really just an empty shell, and his willpower was almost gone.
If the mind in the body of an ordinary Grandmaster is like a river, and the injured person is a stream, then the body of the uncle master is like a dried-up stream, with only a few puddles.
Su Changan gently sent energy into the old man's body.
Yan Qi's mood has calmed down now.
After decades of searching, I finally got the result. I was nervous all the way, from the confused misunderstanding when I first saw him to now.
The old man had a strong mindset and could naturally adjust quickly. Otherwise, how could he have single-handedly taken control of the swaying Miaoyin Palace and brought it to this point?
Feeling the energy Su Changan was sending into his body, Yan Qi looked at Su Changan and said, "It's useless. Don't waste your energy."
Su Changan did not respond, but continued to send in his energy.
Seeing Su Changan like this, Yan Qi didn't say anything more, but just looked at Su Changan's gentle profile, which was as gentle as his master.
Thinking of this, the old man's eyes became moist again.
Kuyue and Maomao are in the yard.
Ku Yue and Yan Qi knew each other. When she saw Yan Qi, Ku Yue rarely said anything nonsense and just watched quietly.
Everyone was stunned to see the usually lawless Ku Yue like this, but they didn't think too much about it.
In the past, Yan Qi would have said something to Ku Yue, but today, Yan Qi said nothing. He only noticed the [Heartstring] placed in the hall in front of him: "That sword is Master's sword."
Su Changan nodded: "Yeah."
Yan Qi looked at Su Changan and finally asked, "Master, was he killed or died of old age?"
After Su Changan helped Yan Qi sit on the chair, he took a stool and sat next to Yan Qi. Then he said, "Uncle Master, I have also made some guesses from the various information I have learned."
Yan Qi nodded quickly.
The others also looked at Su Changan, as if they were afraid of missing a word.
Su Changan said: "After Grandpa passed the second level of the Heart Demon Bureau, he went to find the Grand Empress Dowager, that is, Senior Li Yunxian, and confirmed that he could not go on the path he was on. Although I don't know the truth, I guess he left because he was afraid of delaying you from following the same path as him, and also to find a way to break it, but he was defeated in the end. Before he died, he went to Mobei with injuries, saved many people, and killed many people from the Helian tribe. In addition to saving people, I learned from Mobei Aleya that he wanted to eliminate the troubles for Miaoyin Palace because the Helian tribe was not... He would not let Miaoyin Palace go, so he had to kill everyone in the Helian tribe, but he didn't kill them all and was seriously injured. After returning, he lived with his grandmother in Laohuai Village, Jizhou, farming and hunting for a living. Because he had already failed the three-level battle and was seriously injured, his health was getting worse day by day, and his martial arts skills were probably completely useless. In the end, he left behind his grandmother, father, and uncle. But I heard from the villagers that my grandfather's family was very happy, that he was always smiling, and that he and grandmother were very loving. Before leaving, he brought the villagers to build a school in the village.
Hearing the confirmed news from Master in the true sense.
For those present, what Su Changan said was the answer they had been searching for for decades, so the old people listened very carefully, as if they were afraid of missing a single word.
Just when I heard the last one.
Everyone lowered their heads, their eyes filled with confusion and doubt.
But no one spoke.
There are so many questions I want to ask.
Why did the master leave?
Since you are in Yan, why not contact them?
Why did you go to the Helian tribe and avoid them?
But no one asked.
Because it's important.
But at this point, does it really matter?
Everyone was thinking about this matter along the way, and even wondering what answer they would get, but when they heard what Su Changan said, they were left silent.
Because the master never hid from them, he was in Daxia, in Yandi. The old people present had followed Senior Brother Yan Qi in and out of Mobei several times, and passed by Jizhou every time.
The Master was there, but they couldn't find him.
Bai Danrong said softly, "Master Gai Xuetang once said that if he didn't learn martial arts, he would have been a teacher."
As he said this, he looked up at Su Changan and said, "My Lady, has the school been built in that village?"
Su Changan nodded. "Yes, the villagers loved Grandpa very much. After Grandpa passed away, the villagers rebuilt the school. Although the school was destroyed during the disaster in Mobei, the villagers rebuilt it when I visited this time. The elders in the village said that Grandpa kept talking about it before he left. So many people in the village owed him a lot of favors, and the school cannot be destroyed."
When he said this, Su Changan looked at everyone's expressions and said, "Grandpa changed his name to Su Zizai, so don't think too much, my dear uncles. Grandpa doesn't want you to find him."
"My mind is at ease. This is not the human world. There is no need to go back." An old woman laughed at herself.
Gongsun Chunv looked at her senior sister. Nine words, three sentences. These were the words written by her master, and everyone knew them.
Translated as 'free'.
Bai Danrong clenched his fists. He was not hiding on purpose. His master had told them his name a long time ago, but they had forgotten it.
Yan Qi looked at Su Changan and whispered, "When Master smiles, he looks a lot like you, Madam. Especially your eyes, they are very much like Master's, except that the corners of your eyes are not like his, they are softer. I think you should look like Master's wife, or your mother."
Su Changan looked at Yan Qi.
Yan Qi continued to speak to himself, "Master built a school at the foot of Miaoyin Palace with these nine characters written on it. When we were young, the war in Daxia had just ended, and there were many orphans who couldn't read. Master taught us, the disciples of Miaoyin Palace, to read and write there. Back then, an uncle once said that Master was better off holding a book than a sword. We didn't understand because we just thought a sword looked cooler and gave us a better sense of security."
"Later, when I grew up, Master would still teach new disciples to read and write in his spare time. Whenever I looked at him, I felt him there, like a sage's book forgotten overnight by time, its pages caressed by a spring breeze. Whenever he spoke to naughty children, he would squat down to talk, always with fruit, snacks, or candies in his palms. Occasionally, when we encountered scoundrels cursing in the outer towns, he would smile and go find a cup of cooling tea. He said that when arguing with someone, one shouldn't act impulsively, but rather communicate calmly. If communication is futile, there's no need to argue; just fight."
"When I was following my master through the streets, one rainy night, I was walking down an alleyway when a stray cat shivered. My master squatted down and held an umbrella for it until the rain stopped. He said, 'If I can help, why not? Besides, having a cat as a companion on a rainy night is wonderful, isn't it?'"
Yan Qi smiled softly, as if relieved. But at this point, he looked up at Bai Danrong and the others and said, "My fellow junior brothers and sisters, Master is just going to practice, not hiding from us. He doesn't dislike us for being useless, but we are just worrying for nothing. Isn't this good to know?"
Upon hearing this, everyone lowered their heads.
But when they looked at Yan Qi again, worry appeared on everyone's faces again.
Yan Qi's skinny fingers clung tightly to the armrest, and the blue veins twisted like earthworms under his sallow skin, as if he wanted to sit up straight.
Su Changan hurriedly supported her and wanted to continue to send Qi into Yan Qi, but Yan Qi refused, "I know my body."
As he said this, Yan Qi slowly turned his head, his eyes slowly looking towards the [Heartstring] in the sword box, and said to Su Changan, "Master's sword should belong to you."
Gongsun Chunu quickly brought the sword case to Yan Qi. Yan Qi looked at the repaired heartstrings and said, "Master said that being kind to others is like plucking the strings of a zither and creating beautiful music. That is the greatest kindness. We have disappointed him. None of us is worthy of this sword."
At this point, Yan Qi's face became even more exhausted, and his voice became much weaker: "My Lady, this sword is yours, Miaoyin Palace. Miaoyin Palace. Danrong, the Chu girl."
Bai Danrong stepped forward immediately.
Gongsun Chunv also looked at Yan Qi. A very bad feeling surged in everyone's heart, "Brother, stop talking. You need to rest now."
Yan Qi continued, "I watched you two quarreling back then, but I didn't intervene. I watched Danrong leave and found Miaoyin Palace, but I didn't say anything either, because I didn't know whether it was right or wrong. Chu Nu thinks Master's path is wrong, while Danrong thinks it is right. The disagreement lies with Master. My mindset is limited, and I can't see that far, nor am I qualified to answer you on Master's behalf. I could only watch you quarrel. But I believe Danrong has not forgotten Miaoyin Palace, so I didn't intervene. But today, Danrong and Chu Nu are right. Master doesn't want to see us, and he must know he's wrong and that we can't continue to follow his example, so he didn't come back."
Bai Danrong looked at Yan Qi and nodded: "Brother, please stop talking. I will talk to Junior Sister about our matter."
Yan Qi waved her hands and looked at Su Changan who was continuously sending Qi to her. "I was abrupt just now. Please don't take it as an offense, Your Majesty."
Su Changan shook his head: "You are the elder, why are you being so rude?"
As he spoke, Su Changan looked at Maomao.
Maomao stepped forward immediately.
Ku Yue seemed to know something and immediately turned around and left to find Zhang Wenjing.
Yan Qi said softly, "If it weren't for the search for Master, I would have passed away decades ago. My body would have collapsed long ago. Now that I know about him, it's enough. My Queen, you must take this sword. Miaoyin Palace and Miaoyin Square will be yours after today. I, Yan Qi, will not let Master bear the infamy of destroying Miaoyin Palace."
As he spoke, Yan Qi raised his hand tremblingly and grabbed Su Changan's hand, wanting Su Changan to grab the sword.
Su Changan noticed it and quickly reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword.
The sword hummed.
Like music.
When Yan Qi heard this, his eyes blurred, but he suddenly looked at the sword, at his heartstrings, and then at the person holding the sword, and smiled softly.
But the hand that was holding Su Changan gently grabbed Su Changan's sleeve.
He tilted his head, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at Su Changan.
The lips moved.
Master.
And small things that are destined to be ignored by no one pop up in my mind for no reason.
The war had just ended at that time, and many children had lost their parents.
Yan Qi's father is dead, but her mother is still her son.
When Dad was alive, my mother was very kind to him, but after Dad was killed by bandits while doing business, my mother started to drive him to the woodshed.
"Get lost! Didn't you see I brought guests here? Go hide in the woodshed!"
Yan Qi didn't understand what his mother did at that time. He only knew that she often brought men with her, and when she brought men with her, he would go to the woodshed.
"It's still being maintained. Business is good here."
"Look at what you said. If he doesn't keep it alive, can he sell it for money? Otherwise, who would want to see him? He looks exactly like his dead father."
"You are the one who turned him into a dead ghost, right?"
"Get lost, it's like you didn't do anything."
It was a cold day.
Yan Qi couldn't stand the cold anymore, so she wanted to go out and ask her mother if she could go into the house or get a quilt.
But when he wanted to open the door of the woodshed, he found it was locked.
The room was very lively, there seemed to be a lot of people and it was very noisy.
Yan Qi thought that her mother must be busy and was afraid of disturbing her, so she locked the door.
So he huddled in the woodshed.
It's snowing outside.
It's so cold.
Snow drifted in through the woodshed window.
Look at the beautiful snow outside.
When his father was alive, he often took him to make snowmen in the yard.
Dad, when will you come back?
I'm so cold.
It's so cold.
"Yan Qi."
It seems like someone is calling me.
Yan Qi slowly opened his eyes and saw the sword tassel and the white clothes.
"Yan Qi, Master is here, everything is fine."
Yan Qi came back to his senses and walked out of his memories. He saw the sword tassel again in his field of vision, the sword tassel that belonged only to his master.
"Master~~"
(End of this chapter)
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