Chapter 84 World Four (Eleven)
The corners of Bai Jiqing's mouth rose slightly, his arms around his legs tightened, and his steps were steady and powerful, showing no sign that he had almost dropped the person in his arms to the ground.
Bao Shan no longer dared to let go of Bai Jiqing's neck rashly. Her two slender arms were loosely wrapped around Bai Jiqing. Her dependent look was enough to make any man feel a strong desire to protect her.
But before Bai Jiqing could fully feel the warmth and softness in his hands, he bumped into Ye Muya head-on. Her eyes were slightly cold as she looked at the three people in the yard quietly.
——Qu Linglong's face flashed with panic but forced calmness, as well as Bai Jiqing and Bao Shan who shouldn't be together, and the scarlet fruits scattered on the ground, which was covered with mud.
Qu Linglong was anxious and quickly explained, "Nothing."
Ye Muya didn't look at her, but turned to look at Bai Jiqing, her eyes full of inquiry. Bai Jiqing twitched his lips slightly, looking helpless: "It's just a quarrel between girls, it's not a big deal."
Ye Muya: "Really?"
She looked at the neat cloak wrinkled and the snow-white fur stained in Bai Jiqing's arms, her eyes full of disbelief. Ye Muya asked, "Baoshan, did someone bully you?"
The palm at the bend of her knee felt incredibly hot, and it tightened suddenly, causing Bao Shan to almost cry out. She shook her head softly, and whispered, "No."
Ye Muya's eyes wandered back and forth between the three people. After a long while, he said, "Since everything is fine, Junior Brother Bai, please let go. After all, holding someone in your arms is quite stressful."
Bai Jiqing: "For a martial artist, being able to carry heavy objects is the most basic thing."
The precious fan nestled in his arms was unwilling to cooperate, and uttered a voice faint enough for everyone to hear: "As long as Senior Sister Ye is here, I'll be fine."
Bai Jiqing's eyes paused slightly, he stopped arguing, loosened his arms and placed the treasure fan on the ground.
Bao Shan had just twisted his ankle. As soon as his feet touched the ground, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his body staggered a little.
Bai Jiqing, who was closest to her, seemed like a bystander and had no intention of helping her.
Ye Muya walked forward and took Baoshan's slender arm.
Bai Jiqing's eyes darkened, and the smile on his lips deepened. He called Qu Linglong, who looked distracted, and left the courtyard.
Ye Muya helped Bao Shan to the soft couch, lifted the hem of her skirt, and found that her fair ankles had turned purple, which looked horrifying.
Because he practiced martial arts for many years, Ye Muya carried a porcelain bottle with him for treating bruises, which came in handy at this moment.
She poured the medicine from the porcelain bottle into the palm of her hand, rubbed it until it was warm, and then applied it to Baoshan's injured ankle, massaging it carefully.
The purple color soon faded, and Baoshan felt the pain in his feet gradually eased.
Ye Muya stood up straight, put the porcelain bottle into Baoshan's hand, and said in a slightly cold voice: "But the little junior sister bullied you."
Although it was a question, his tone was extremely firm, as if Ye Muya did not believe a single word of what he had just asked in the yard.
Bao Shan lowered her head, appearing obedient. She thought to herself, "She's a stranger to begin with." Even if Qu Linglong had deliberately caused trouble and bullied her, if Bao Shan felt wronged and complained to others, she might gain temporary sympathy, but it would inevitably be viewed with skepticism.
The disciples of Yunning Peak grew up with Qu Linglong.
Even if their relationship wasn't particularly close, they at least had a relationship that spanned over a decade. Compared to Bao Shan, an "outsider," he would appear fair, but inwardly he was biased.
Rather than just getting a momentary gratification, it's better to make a big deal out of a small matter, or a small matter out of nothing. Otherwise, everyone at Yun Ning Peak would feel like they owed her something.
Baoshan can still tell which is more worthwhile, temporary permanent compensation or long-term compensation and sympathy.
So, Baoshan just shook his head lightly and said softly, "No. Senior Sister Ye, no one bullies me."
She raised her watery eyes, her soft black hair falling into her hood, and the animal fur stained with dirty water did not look disheveled.
Instead, it makes her complexion look even whiter and more charming.
Seeing her so cowardly, Ye Muya was quite angry at her for not fighting back.
If Ye Muya met such a soft-hearted person in the secular world, he would definitely turn away and let that person fend for himself.
But when it came to Baoshan, looking at her frail and pitiful appearance, and her overly thin body, Ye Muya remembered what the other disciples had said, that Baoshan had an old illness.
Having been cared for since birth, he suddenly understood a little more: with such a temper, he has probably never suffered such bullying as today.
Ye Muya's voice was slightly cold, and she turned to leave: "In that case, just take care of yourself."
Bao Shan suddenly called out to Ye Muya and said softly, "Thank you, Senior Sister Ye, for saving me from this embarrassing situation today and for massaging my ankles... Senior Sister Ye, you are truly a very gentle person."
Baoshan raised her pretty face, her eyes seemed to sparkle with pearls, and she looked at Ye Muya with admiration and respect. Her voice was soft, like refreshing dew, flowing into people's hearts.
Ye Muya's face, which was always as cold as ice and snow, flashed with a trace of confusion, and her cheeks felt inexplicably hot. She turned around, avoiding Bao Shan's admiring gaze, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense."
After spending so many years at Yunning Peak, this was the first time Ye Muya had heard someone praise her for being "gentle." Even as she ate dinner that evening, those gentle words still lingered in her mind.
Ye Muya looked at the dark night and thought of Baoshan, who was hurting her foot. In the end, she asked Baiwei for a meal and sent it to Baoshan Courtyard.
Ye Muya had a cold face as she watched Bao Shan eat a few mouthfuls of food. Then she put down her chopsticks and finished a small bowl of thick rice porridge. Ye Muya said coldly, "It's like a bird pecking at food. No wonder she's so fragile."
She was sharp-tongued, which once caused Qu Linglong to be extremely afraid of her.
As soon as Ye Muya said this, she felt regretful, but she didn't know how to make amends, so she could only keep silent and let the cold atmosphere spread between the two of them.
Bao Shan didn't care, her eyebrows curved, her voice as soft as cotton: "Fortunately, Senior Sister Ye is here. I was just worrying about how to go to dinner since I can't walk."
Ye Muya's hardened heart was like being touched by a warm spring. Upon hearing this, she replied, "It's just a small matter."
After that, Ye Muya came to visit Baoshan from time to time. In the past, she felt that everyone was the same in her eyes.
But now I find that there are such precious fans in the world. There is no need to bother talking to them. Just sitting beside them, I can feel at peace.
Cong Baoshan asked Xie Wenying's whereabouts hesitantly, his brows tightly furrowed, never relaxed.
Even someone as slow-witted as Ye Muya could see through Bao Shan's thoughts.
She probably likes Senior Brother Xinyue.
Although Ye Muya and Qu Linglong had a cold relationship, he also knew that the eldest brother and the younger sister had a close relationship on Yunning Peak.
No one has ever exposed this intimate relationship, but perhaps the two will eventually become a couple.
Ye Muya wanted to persuade Bao Shan to change her mind and stop wasting her energy on Xie Wenying, as it was useless.
But every time Ye Muya wanted to persuade her, he saw Bao Shan's fair and almost transparent skin, clear and bright eyes, and extremely slender body, and he couldn't say any words of advice.
Ye Muya had once witnessed Bao Shan suffering from a heart attack. There was no trace of blood on his already fair face, and his willow-like body was shaky and precarious, which made people feel distressed.
Such a delicate person was born to be cared for and cherished, how could she withstand the wind and waves?
If Ye Muya told the truth, Bao Shan's heart would be broken and her already weak body would not be able to bear it.
But Ye Muya thought of other ways. If Baoshan could recover, he would not be so concerned about Xie Wenying.
When Ye Muya proposed practicing martial arts, Bao Shan was slightly startled and said hesitantly: "...Can I?"
Ye Muya said firmly: "Of course."
It was only when he put this proposal into practice that Ye Muya realized the difficulty. Bao Shan was born weak, and Yun Ningfeng's usual method of training his disciples was of no use.
Ye Muya thought about it and suggested that Bao Shan practice sword skills, as ordinary swords looked light.
But the treasure fan weighed a hundred pounds and she couldn't lift it, so Ye Muya asked someone to make a wooden sword for her.
The wooden sword and wooden scabbard make it look quite decent.
Ye Muya found the most self-cultivating sword technique on Yunning Peak and practiced it for Baoshan.
The long sword in Ye Muya's hand seemed to have a soul, and there was a fierce momentum when it swept and chopped.
Bao Shan was wrapped in a thick cotton coat and cheered softly for Ye Muya.
When it was the treasure fan's turn, she imitated the way Ye Muya had just swung it, following the moves she remembered and waving it in the same way.
The same sword moves, in Bao Shan's hands, became sword dances, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, graceful and with a unique charm.
Bao Shan put the sword back into the sheath, her cheeks already flushed. When she ran to Ye Muya's side, her breathing was still unstable.
"Sister Ye, how was my dance?"
She asked cautiously, her eyes like dazzling stars.
Ye Muya said against her will: "Very good."
It was wonderful, but it didn't feel like swordsmanship.
Bao Shan's gaze passed Ye Muya and fell on Xie Wenying in the distance. She said softly, "Brother Wenying, I can dance with the sword now. In the future..."
Xie Wenying's face, however, was as cold as water, unusually icy. Baoshan had never seen him like this before. In her memory, Xie Wenying was gentle and reserved, but he never lost his temper. He was not like this, with an icy aura.
Baoshan fell silent, and the blush on her cheeks spread all around, turning her fair face into a red glow.
Xie Wenying put his arm around her slender waist, draped his cloak over her shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Nonsense."
Bao Shan nestled in Xie Wenying's embrace, whispering softly, "...I can now dance with a sword...In the future, I'll be able to accompany Senior Brother Wenying...I won't have to stay in the house anymore..."
Upon hearing this, Xie Wenying's amber eyes flashed with relief. He held Baoshan's shoulders tightly and took her back.
Ye Muya picked up the wooden sword that Baoshan dropped on the ground, feeling extremely anxious. She was too impatient. Even beginners had to learn the basic moves before practicing swordsmanship, but she wanted to force the pace, forgetting that Baoshan was weak and how could he wield a wooden sword in thin clothes in the snow.
If anything happens to Baoshan's health because of this, it would be worth it for her to do whatever she can to remedy the situation.
Xie Wenying placed the precious fan on the soft couch, and her slender hand still held his palm tightly, refusing to let go.
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