Chapter 85 World 4 (12)
When Xie Wenying pulled her hand away, the precious fan whimpered softly, and her furrowed brows showed her uneasiness.
Xie Wenying leaned over and removed the embroidered shoes from Baoshan's ankles. He held her delicate, delicate feet in his palms, feeling the exceptional softness, his eyes paused. The snow-white stockings at Baoshan's ankles gently fell as Xie Wenying moved, revealing dazzling skin.
Seeing this, Xie Wenying turned her head slightly, trying to avoid the fair jade-like skin, but the faint purple marks on the soft feet made Xie Wenying look dazed.
Because he was only caught in the cold wind, Baoshan soon woke up under the influence of the charcoal in the house.
When Baoshan saw Xie Wenying's well-defined profile, he still remembered his anger just now. He remained silent and did not dare to speak.
Xie Wenying saw her wake up, his dark eyes swept over her soft hair without hairpins or rings, and said in a deep voice: "Don't act silly anymore in the future."
Bao Shan responded softly, her two watery eyes trembling slightly, and she spoke hesitantly: "I begged Senior Sister Ye to do this, and she was soft-hearted and reluctantly agreed."
Xie Wenying raised an eyebrow at her. Baoshan was already feeling uneasy because of the lie, so she didn't dare look Xie Wenying in the eye and quickly lowered her head. Xie Wenying chuckled inwardly: Baoshan was weak and had to take good care of herself, so she certainly wouldn't be able to come up with the idea of dancing with a sword in the cold winter.
Although I don’t know why Ye Muya came up with this idea, it would definitely not be Baoshan who spoke first.
Bao Shan suffered because of this, but he still insisted on taking on the task of sword dancing. It seemed that he was afraid that this matter would implicate Ye Muya.
Xie Wenying was surprised to hear Baoshan mention Ye Muya's "soft heart". She felt that everything in the world, in Baoshan's eyes, was probably good. Everyone in the world is good, and everyone has a kind heart.
The burning charcoal in the room made a crackling sound, and Xie Wenying felt that her body was also warmed up a lot.
He saw some black hair hanging down from Baoshan's temples, and subconsciously reached out to tie it up for her. But just as he extended his hand, he felt something was wrong and retracted it.
Xie Wenying responded in a deep voice, not pursuing the sword dance anymore. She only asked, "Did you not like the jade hairpin from last time?"
Upon hearing this, Bao Shan immediately shook his head and said softly, "No, I like it very much."
"Then why not wear it?"
Bao Shan's slender eyebrows knitted slightly, as if she had remembered something unpleasant. She clutched the quilt in front of her tightly and whispered, "I was afraid it would break, so I put the jade hairpin away."
Xie Wenying said nothing, and she didn't dare raise her head. She lied. She actually wanted to wear it every day, but she was worried that Qu Linglong would see it and snatch it away again.
She was weak and could stop Qu Linglong once, but not every time.
"Does your ankle still hurt?"
Bao Shan was still immersed in the thought of deceiving Xie Wenying. Upon hearing this, she casually replied, "It doesn't hurt. I've taken Sister Ye's medicine and I'm almost healed."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Baoshan realized what he had said.
She had been hiding her ankle injury from Xie Wenying, but Xie Wenying found out about it at some point.
Bao Shan kept her mouth shut tightly, feeling anxious. Since her injury was already known, how could she conceal the whole story?
Xie Wenying did not continue to ask, but just looked at Baoshan with her dark and deep eyes, as if it didn't matter whether Baoshan said it or not.
If Baoshan didn't tell her, Xie Wenying could naturally ask Ye Muya and she would always be able to find out the truth.
Bao Shan could only tell the truth. She secretly glanced at Xie Wenying's face, which was even colder than before.
Xie Wenying seemed to have a ball of unrelieved anger in his chest, which made him feel extremely depressed.
Xie Wenying felt extremely unfamiliar with this emotion, which was the only thing he valued in his life.
He only studies martial arts, and would only be distressed and annoyed because he cannot make progress in martial arts. But now he is very upset because his treasured fan is damaged.
Xie Wenying didn't know whether she was upset because the treasure fan was injured, or because she was upset because she kept the matter to herself and didn't rely on herself.
The smooth and slightly cool delicate hand touched Xie Wenying's palm.
Xie Wenying raised her head and saw moist black eyes. Baoshan's gentle voice rang out, "It doesn't hurt anymore... Senior Brother Wenying is thinking of me, I'm very happy."
It was like a gentle breeze blowing, instantly soothing all of Xie Wenying's restlessness.
Xie Wenying finally reached out and tucked the strand of black hair behind Baoshan's ear. He looked deep in his eyes and said in a clear voice, "As long as you are happy, no one will snatch the jade hairpin away."
Bao Shan felt a little relieved and leaned towards Xie Wenying, waiting for Xie Wenying's body to tense up.
When he thought she was about to fall into his arms, she suddenly stopped and said softly, "I believe in Senior Brother Wenying."
——I believe that Senior Brother Wenying will not let me suffer any injustice.
Xie Wenying had already left. Baoshan was lying on the couch. She took out a white peach and mutton-fat jade hairpin from the rosewood cabinet behind her. Her fingers gently fiddled with the silver bell, her eyes cold.
The so-called filing a complaint can be divided into high, medium and low levels. The lowest level is the one who sheds tears like a nagging woman, shouting at the top of his lungs for justice.
Although the goal can be achieved, it is too damaging to one's reputation and will leave a bad impression on others. Whenever one thinks of it, one can only remember a flushed and roaring face, without any beauty at all.
The best way is to keep silent, act appropriately, and wait for others to feel indignant and then seek justice on their own initiative.
Bao Shan soon got "justice" - Qu Linglong looked reluctant.
In front of everyone, Qu Linglong lowered her posture, apologized to Baoshan, and returned the scarlet fruit that had fallen to the ground that day.
Bao Shan's clear gaze flicked gently over Bai Jiqing, who stood beside her. She knew full well that Qu Linglong hadn't picked the scarlet fruit herself, but had someone else do it for her. As for that "someone else," it was most likely Bai Jiqing.
On Yunning Peak, Qu Linglong has always been pampered and grew up under the admiration and care of many disciples.
She was Yun Ningfeng's junior sister, and had never suffered such injustice as today.
In front of all the disciples, she bowed to Bao Shan, a stranger, and spoke softly. Qu Linglong thought to herself: If it weren't for the sake of the eldest brother, she would definitely, definitely walk away and not suffer such an injustice.
Bao Shan didn't care about Qu Linglong's reluctant apology. Seeing the humiliated expression on her face, Bao Shan knew that too much was as bad as too little, so she softly said, "It's okay."
Qu Linglong glared at the treasure fan angrily. When she met Xie Wenying's cold gaze, her heart was filled with grievance. As soon as everyone dispersed, Qu Linglong covered her face and left.
The top of Yunning Peak is where Xie Wenying usually practices martial arts.
In the past, Xie Wenying was the only one who practiced swordsmanship regardless of rain or shine.
Now there is a beautiful and delicate little girl behind him, following him closely.
Xie Wenying's eyes were full of helplessness. He had already advised Baoshan that practicing swordsmanship would take several hours.
In the eyes of a little girl like her, it was probably extremely boring.
Baoshan's eyes were soft but firm. She wanted to stay by Xie Wenying's side and didn't want to stay in the secluded courtyard every day, alone from sunrise to sunset.
Xie Wenying didn't understand, because Senior Sister Ye and Baiwei would obviously visit Baoshan.
Moreover, all the disciples of Yun Ning Peak seemed quite curious about the treasured fan. If the treasured fan took the initiative to talk to them, the disciples would probably be very willing.
But Baoshan just raised his frosty face, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and said softly: "Senior Sister Ye is gentle and thoughtful, and all the disciples treat me kindly, but there is only one thing——"
Xie Wenying listened attentively.
"They are not Senior Brother Wenying."
The sound of his heart beating violently in his chest made Xie Wenying slightly nervous. He finally agreed, but warned Baoshan: "If you find it boring, leave the mountaintop first."
Baoshan didn't respond, but just looked at him with curved eyebrows. Xie Wenying's figure was reflected in her clear eyes.
As soon as Xie Wenying lifted his longsword, he seemed to forget everything around him, his eyes and heart focused only on his sword. Amidst the snow, he was alone. He raised his sword and gently swung it in a flash. The thin blade trembled with the sharp force, stirring up waves.
The long sword picked up the snow on the ground and gently lifted it up, and large snowflakes fell in his hair and on his robe.
Xie Wenying's obsession with martial arts has penetrated deep into his bones, growing into his flesh and blood, and cannot be erased or forgotten.
Other disciples would feel tired and exhausted when practicing sword skills, but Xie Wenying would not. His momentum would only become more powerful.
If it weren't for the limit of physical strength, Xie Wenying didn't know how long she would have to practice.
Xie Wenying when practicing sword is different from Xie Wenying in normal times.
He treated the treasured fan and interacted with his disciples with a touch of worldly humanity, though it was much thinner than that of ordinary people. But Xie Wenying, absorbed in his swordsmanship, had an icy coldness in his eyes, devoid of any warmth.
Xie Wenying was ruthless at this moment, and no one could arouse his emotions.
Qu Linglong didn't like to accompany Xie Wenying in sword practice, not only because sword techniques were too boring, but also because Xie Wenying's entire mind was focused on the long sword.
Even after Qu Linglong left, he never stopped practicing swordsmanship.
When Xie Wenying and Baoshan reached the top of Yunning Peak, the full sun was still hanging in the sky.
When Xie Wenying sheathed his sword, the sky had spread out like thick ink, and everything around him was silent.
Xie Wenying's eyes regained clarity and he looked towards the place where Baoshan was standing, but found that the place was empty.
It seems he has already left. I don't know when he left. Did he leave when he was just practicing with the sword, or did he leave just now?
This was the first time Xie Wenying had such doubts. He shook his head gently, dispelling all the chaotic thoughts that popped up in his mind. A gentle voice came from his side.
"Senior Brother Wenying!"
Xie Wenying looked in the direction of the voice and saw Baoshan, with slightly red cheeks, looking up at him.
It turns out you haven't left yet.
Bao Shan walked to Xie Wenying's side, his eyes twinkling with admiration: "What a powerful sword technique, only Senior Brother Wenying can perform it."
Xie Wenying clenched the long sword in his hand and thought to himself: It's just a sword technique, any disciple of Yunning Peak can perform it.
Bao Shan and Xie Wenying walked side by side down the mountaintop, and happened to meet the disciples practicing swordsmanship with each other. Bai Jiqing had just taught one person swordsmanship, and saw two figures, one tall and one petite, walking down the mountaintop leaning against each other.
Bai Jiqing patted the shoulder of the disciple he had just instructed and urged him, "You practice first."
"Yes, brother."
Bai Jiqing walked towards the two of them and learned that Xie Wenying had gone to the top of the mountain to practice swordsmanship, while Baoshan was watching from the side with a serious look in his eyes.
The young disciple is not very good at a few sword techniques, so he comes to Xie Wenying for some pointers.
Bai Jiqing looked at Xie Wenying's fierce sword-wielding momentum and suddenly said, "Big Brother's swordsmanship is truly exquisite. But—"
He changed the subject.
"Everyone says that the eldest brother's swordsmanship is amazing, but in my opinion, the eldest brother and the sword in his hand are one. He doesn't look like a martial artist, but more like a tool."
Looking at Baoshan's pale face, Bai Jiqing was quite satisfied and said word by word: "——It's only a tool for killing people. What do you think, Baoshan?"
When Baoshan heard Bai Jiqing calling her name, she felt that he paused intentionally, savoring the two words between his lips and teeth, and then slowly uttered them.
The white peach and mutton-fat jade hairpins inserted diagonally in her hair swayed gently, and the bells collided with each other, making a pleasant sound.
Bao Shan didn't look at him. Instead, she stared at Xie Wenying in the distance and said softly, "Brother Bai's imagination is quite novel, but I don't agree with it."
Bai Jiqing became interested and wanted to continue asking questions, but Baoshan had already run towards the tall figure not far away.
One of them frowned and lowered his head, while the other one had a slightly raised face.
A deep gaze met with a pair of soft eyes, their clothes intertwined, and the figures of the two people on the ground approached each other and overlapped.
They look like a perfect couple.
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