The guest in Qingyi in the room has obvious wrinkles on his face.
But anyone who saw her could not deny that she must have been stunningly beautiful when she was young.
Her originally cold face suddenly showed some tenderness after meeting Xiahou Qingyi.
Xiahou Qingyi's eyes were slightly red, and he quickly stepped forward and knelt down, but was helped up by her.
"You are still as well-behaved and sensible as ever."
The extremely gentle murmur and the motherly smile that she only had for herself made Xiahou Qingyi feel warm in her heart.
This is a master who has given me the grace to rebuild myself!
The elder of the sword clan, the leader of the Bashu sword world, Jian Wuyan!
"Long time no see, I miss you so much. Let me see, master, have you lost weight?"
Xiahou Qingyi heard this and gently took off his mask.
The more Jian Wuyi looked at it, the more she fell in love with it. He couldn't help but pinch her pretty face.
"My precious disciple is getting more and more beautiful!"
Xiahou Qingyi smiled shyly and lowered his head.
Jian Wuyi suddenly asked: "Master, I just heard that there are others coming back with you?"
Xiahou Qingyi nodded and was about to go to the table to write when his hand was held by Jian Wuyi.
"You don't have to write, and you don't have to do anything for a while. You can just accompany me to pass the time." As he spoke, Jian Wuyi had already covered his face again.
Xiahou Qingyi did not dare to disobey orders, but put on his mask and followed Jian Wuyi.
Mu Qinxue, who was chatting with Xiahou Liuyuan for only a few words, found the door to the room upstairs opened again and quickly stood up.
"Out?"
After the master and apprentice went downstairs, Xiahou Qingyi just cast a gentle look at Mu Qinxue.
"The granddaughter of Mrs. Mu from Dingguo Houfu has met her senior!"
Mu Qinxue immediately cupped her fists and saluted.
"What a smart girl." Jian Wuyuan praised.
The rest of the people didn't understand what he meant, but Xiahou Qingyi understood it.
Mrs. Mu, the most legendary and strange woman in the Great Zhou Dynasty, can be said to be a monument.
Since Mrs. Mu, many "wonderful women" have taken her as a role model, especially the heroines in the world.
"I wonder what you call me, senior?"
"Just call me Elder Shenjian." Jian Wuyi said.
Mu Qinxue heard Jian Wuyi's cold tone and nodded silently, without digging into the details.
She could trust Xiahou Qingyi's character, and his master was probably an expert from the Sword Clan.
The Sword Clan is a hidden ethnic group with many capable people.
But she learned from her grandparents that the Sword Clan is not simple...
For example, the Gongsun family may be from the Sword Clan.
"Today, I reunite with my beloved disciple after a long separation. Master and disciple reminisce about the past. We need to be quiet. No one should disturb us."
Jian Wuyuan's words remained indifferent.
Xiahou Qingyi immediately bowed slightly to Mu Qinxue with apologetic eyes.
Mu Qinxue understood and said with a smile: "Junior and Liang Xiao are waiting for senior to visit Lanlinghou Mansion at any time."
Jian Wuyi had already learned about the relationship between Liang Xiao and Mu Qinxue from the newspaper, and just responded calmly: "Let's talk about it later."
Hearing this, Mu Qinxue just said goodbye with a smile and went back to inform Liang Xiao.
Liang Xiao said: "An expert has an expert's style of acting, so there is no need to force it. Anyone who can teach a hero like the girl in Tsing Yi must also be a hero of the generation."
Gongsun Yue on the side felt uneasy.
The person Jian Wuyi hated the most in his life was... Liang Xiao's biological father.
In the room, Xiahou Qingyi nestled quietly in Jian Wuyi's arms.
Master's arms were once the safest place in her heart.
Now, is one of the safest places.
When she was very young, Master liked to hold her like this and coax her to sleep. Sometimes she would see Master burst into tears.
The master had no heirs, so he naturally treated her as his own child and taught her what he had learned throughout his life.
It was a sunny winter afternoon.
The little mute's parents took her along with the motorcade and returned to their hometown in Lanling from Yanzhou.
Unfortunately, the convoy encountered a dozen Beihu cavalry who were attacking in a detour.
Everyone in the caravan fell to the butcher's knife of the Beihu people one after another.
"Let my child go, please!!"
Facing the butcher's knife held high, the little mute's parents kowtowed and begged.
The saber fell with the ferocious smile of the Beihu people, and two blood flowers floated in the air.
"Hey! Hey!"
The little mute tried his best to open his mouth, but could only make a short sound, and his eyes were blurred by tears.
The Beihu cavalry slowly approached the desperate little mute and gave out an even weirder grin, as if he saw a helpless little lamb.
At the critical moment, there was a sound of breaking through the sky in the distance.
Before the Beihu cavalrymen came to their senses, each of them had a blood hole on their neck and fell straight down.
"How dare the evil thief!!"
The little mute wiped his tears and saw clearly a beautiful figure in the distance. As the figure moved, the Beihu cavalry fell one by one.
At that time, Jian Wuyi was still a stunningly beautiful woman, covered with a veil, and annihilated the Beihu cavalry alone.
"Go there three miles, there is a small town, you can go there and report to the official."
Jian Wuyuan's eyes were indifferent. After retrieving flying swords from the corpse, he pointed to the east and looked at the little mute.
"Little girl, do you understand?"
The little mute nodded blankly, watching Jian Wuyi walk away, and then knelt down beside the corpses of his parents, crying silently, almost to the point of bleeding.
The next day, the sun rises.
Jian Wuyuan returned to the original battlefield to understand the situation. When he came to the scene, he looked around and was shocked.
In addition to the carriage and luggage, there were only graves in front of them, and the bodies were all gone.
Each grave has a long, slender stone that serves as a tombstone.
The little mute was kneeling in front of two tombstones close together, crying like rain.
Behind her was a burning fire, and there were wild dogs barking in the distance.
"You didn't report to the official?" Jian Wuyi asked in shock.
The little mute turned around and said, "Hey! Hey!"
Jian Wuyi counted the graves and frowned: "The number is wrong! Did you also bury those Beihu thieves?"
"Hey! Hey!"
Seeing her nodding, Jian Wuyi frowned even more tightly.
"It turned out to be a mute... Why did you even bury your enemy?"
"Hey! Hey!"
Seeing the little mute gesticulating hurriedly, Jian Wuyi held her down and listened thoughtfully to the barking of wild dogs in the distance.
"Do you think that no matter what they were like in life, they will be nothing more than corpses after death, and they will erect graves where they should?"
"Hey! Hey!"
Seeing her nodding, Jian Wuyi's heart trembled, and he said tremblingly: "Silly boy! You just stayed here all night, making graves for them one by one?"
"Hey! Hey!"
Seeing her nodding, Jian Wuyi's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but feel sad. His face was full of shame. He knelt down and stroked her little face, tears welling up in his eyes.
Three miles of land was really too far for such a five- or six-year-old child.
There is soft mud here, but how long does it take for a child to dig more than twenty graves with a shovel that can fit the body...
She lit a fire like this to scare the stray dogs that happened to come by, and dug their graves one by one...
This child, although obviously weak, is so brave and hardworking!
And myself...
"I didn't think well and was too indifferent. I should have taken you to report to the official and let others pick up the body. I'm sorry!"
"Hey! Hey!"
The little mute just tried his best to smile and wiped the tears from Jian Wuyi's face.
"Do you have any relatives?" Jian Wuyuan asked.
The little mute shook his head.
Jian Wuyi seemed to have made up his mind and said sincerely: "My name is Jian Wuyi. I will take you to report to the official, bury your parents properly, and then accept you as my disciple. From now on, you will be Jian Wuyi's Disciple. I will teach you the best swordsmanship in the world, and from now on we will punish evil and promote good together!"
"Hey! Hey!" The little mute nodded excitedly.
Jian Wuyi smiled happily and asked, "Have your parents not given you a name yet?"
Seeing the little mute shaking her head, Jian Wuyuan patted her shoulder gently, then opened her little hand and looked at it, exclaiming in surprise.
"No wonder you can dig so many graves...You have such a strong bones and strong strength!"
"My sworn sister is as kind-hearted as you. She used to be called Qingyi, but later her name was sealed because of a stinky man... From now on, you will be called Qingyi, with your own surname!"
"You are too kind. From now on, as a teacher, you are not allowed to be kind to evil people, because evil people do not deserve it!"
