The study room of the Lu Mansion was so quiet that it was almost suffocating. Lu Zuo sat on the chair behind the desk and began to cough uncontrollably. From mild to severe, his coughs were so loud that he almost coughed out his internal organs. Even the contents on the desk The gauze-shaded lamp also faded in and out, lighted and darkened in response to the sound of coughing.
Yin Ji's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly stepped forward to pat his master's back, and asked anxiously and with concern: "Master, are you okay? Do you want to call the doctor for you?"
Lu Zuo was coughing and speechless, and raised his hand to show no need. After a while, Lu Zuo finally stopped coughing, but his face turned red and his eyes seemed to be filled with tears. He whispered softly: "Go back to the house and rest! I want to be alone..." He coughed again, " Be quiet!"
At this moment, Yin Ji felt that his sins were serious. If he could not get forgiveness from his master today, he was ready to die, so he ran down the hall emotionally, followed by a "pop" sound, knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and mouthed He couldn't help but read: "Master...if you don't forgive me, I would rather commit suicide today."
Lu Zuo's face was pale, with no trace of blood at all. His expression was gloomy, and he seemed to be a little discouraged. After a long time, he said coldly: "There are three types of people in this world, one lives for others, one lives for oneself, and another It’s because I don’t know how to live. I originally didn’t know how to live until everything that happened last year made me completely change my mind. It turns out that I live for others and for hatred, so I especially envy those who live for themselves. Just like you. I always thought you were a free and easy-going person, a person who lived only for yourself. That night under the low wall in the alley of the capital, when I saw the true face of that boy for the first time At that time, I felt filled with joy. When I heard what he told me about his life experience, I felt even more love and pity. So I regarded that young man as my own brother. I cared for him, loved him, and taught him what I had learned throughout my life. I gave him all my money, and even told him my most secret treasure, hoping that he could inherit my mantle." At this point, Lu Zuo sighed and said sadly, "But..."
At this moment, Yin Ji was in tears, kneeling at Lu Zuo's feet, wiping away tears.
"You..." Lu Zuo held it in for a long time, watching Yin Ji crying heartbrokenly, but couldn't say the second half of the word "go".
Yin Ji quickly said: "Master, it is true that I am Marshal Zhou's spy, but I have never done anything to betray you, not at all! If what my disciple said is half-truth, I would rather be struck by lightning than die..." …”
Lu Zuo's heart was touched, and his frown relaxed a little, and he slowly said: "Why are you placed next to me? Who are you?"
"My disciple's original story is true. I was taken in by the master in the temple when I was two years old. He also taught me many skills. But later when I was fourteen, the master recommended me to Marshal Zhou. Yes, so I am too..." Yin Ji lowered his head and looked confused.
"So you are also a secret disciple of Marshal Zhou?" Lu Zuo asked in a low voice.
Yin Ji nodded dejectedly, "Xunmou was originally a closed disciple of Marshal Zhou. He didn't want to accept any more disciples. My master and him were old friends. Secondly, he saw that I was talented and wanted to train me to be a talented person one day. Help him, so he made an exception and accepted me, but no one else knew about this news except the old marshal and my old master, so this matter can be said to be kept secret. I have also been living next door to the marshal's residence. Usually, Marshal Zhou comes to teach me my skills in person." Yin Ji continued, "I know you showed up last year, Master! Marshal is very curious about your life background, and also curious about whether there is such a book as "Guigu Zongheng Lun" , so he thought of using me as an undercover agent to sneak into your side secretly. You will also know what happened later." When Yin Ji said this, he quickly denied it, "But master, my disciple really did not betray you. !Really do not have……"
Lu Zuo sneered sadly, "Including "Ghost Valley Wheel"?"
Yin Jixian blushed instantly and murmured: "This... I... I just... confirmed with the old marshal that there is this book, but I didn't tell him where the book is hidden!"
Lu Zuo raised his left hand, and his originally pale face turned red. He held it in for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: "You... let's go!"
"This..." Yin Ji burst into tears and knelt down in front of Lu Zuo, "Master... Master... I really have no other relatives in this world..."
"Let's go! The fate between you and me as master and apprentice is over." Lu Zuo's face was expressionless at this time. "With your current ability, even if you are alone... well, you... let's go!" Lu Zuo said Then he stood up slowly, shook off Yin Ji's hand with a flick of his sleeve, and walked out of the study door tremblingly.
In the study room, only the sad Yin Ji was left kneeling on the spot. At this time, he had mixed feelings, but he had nothing to vent. He had been studying under three masters, and the first master in the temple treated him like his own father. He raised him single-handedly, and his second master, Marshal Zhou, taught him many skills, but he understood that Marshal Zhou only regarded him as his tool, while the third master, he was both a teacher and a friend, and he really regarded himself as his own. His relatives told him everything without reservation. Although he did not betray his master in a real sense, it was a fact that he concealed his life experience.
It was extremely cold tonight, but Lu Zuo didn't notice it at this time. Maybe it was because his body was numb from the cold. The study was not far from his wing, but he felt as if he had walked all night, and the cloak on his body slipped off. On the porch, he didn't know it at all. Lu Zuo pushed himself back to the outside of the wing. There was still a bright light in the wing at this moment, and a beautiful figure walked towards the room. That person was Jing Jingruo.
Jing Jingruo saw that her husband's face was red but his face was very haggard. He quickly stepped forward to help him in twos and twos, and asked in surprise: "What happened? Why did you put yourself in this state? It's so cold and you don't wear a cloak?"
When Lu Zuo saw his wife, he felt as if he had seen a savior. He held Jing Jing Ruo's hand tightly and struggled to walk into the house. However, at this moment, his chest began to surge. He wanted to answer Jing Jing Ruo's words, but he was unable to do anything. He trembled as he walked. He coughed hard, and his eyes gradually turned red. Jing Jingruo's face turned pale with fright. She helped her husband forward with her left hand and patted his back with her right hand while expressing condolences about Lu Zuo's condition. When Lu Zuo finally reached the edge of the bed, he suddenly felt a surge in his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. A corner of the hemp-colored quilt on the bed was instantly removed. Jing Jingruo yelled "Ah" and was so frightened that her face turned pale. She thought her husband just caught the cold occasionally, but she didn't expect it to be so serious. She quickly helped him lean against the bed, rolled up the dirty quilt, and then let Lu Zuo Ping was lying on the bed. Just when An Jingruo was about to take the quilt and change it to another quilt, suddenly Lu Zuo yelled. When he looked back, he saw his husband's face was ferocious, his mouth was drooling, and then his limbs began to twitch. If Jing Jing is not good at shouting, then it is obvious that the old illness has recurred.
