"There are three assessments required to become a teacher. After completing these three things, you can leave the palace and join the world." Lu Bin said calmly.
"Thank you, Master." Qiong Yi kowtowed and asked, "What three things are you doing?"
He replied: "First thing, in the afternoon, the disciples from the service office will send you a list. You follow the instructions on the list and go to the shops in the city to buy it."
Qiong also didn't know what kind of test this was, and looked puzzled. Lu Bin said: "Give the things you bought to Madam, and then call her Master Wife in person."
"Master." Qiong also frowned: "Why?"
Lu Bin did not explain, "If you want to become a monk, just do it."
Qiong Yi could only say: "Yes."
He continued: "Second thing, after seven days, I will select three opponents for you from my disciples, and they will compete in the martial arts field for three days. It is not a rule of winning two out of three rounds. If you lose in one battle, then the assessment will be over. .”
"yes."
"The third thing is that you have to go through the plank road on Baishi Cliff to the last floor." Lu Bin looked at her: "That's it. Do you have any objections?"
"I have objections. Will master change the assessment content?" Qiong Yi asked knowingly.
"Won't."
I knew it. Qiong Yi laughed angrily in her heart and thought secretly. The second and third tests were what she expected. Nowadays, no matter whether they are outer or inner disciples, there should be no opponent she can't defeat in a single fight. The mechanism plank road on Baishi Cliff is very famous. It is the pinnacle of the mechanism technique. There are seven or forty-nine levels in total, and each level is more difficult than the next. In the past, Qiong was also punished above and did not even pass the ninth floor. But now, if she is given enough time to try many times, it should not be difficult to pass.
What makes Qiong Yi most embarrassed is not the last two requests, but the first thing, which is to go to Yang Suyong and call her master's wife in person.
Since she became a disciple of Lu Bin and took the surname of Lu, she has never called the mistress of the house "Master's Wife", but only called her "Madam". It seems that there is a gap between "Madam" and "Master's Wife" , a barrier that is not recognized by Qiong Yi.
Qiong also didn't think she had anything to talk about with Yang Suyong. After she ordered the sick Uncle Chen to be sealed in the house and hastily cremated, she couldn't convince herself that she had such a master's wife.
*
In the afternoon, as expected, a disciple from the service office brought letter paper and money to Qiong Yi. Qiong Yi glanced at it casually. On the paper, it was written that the things Lu Bin asked her to buy were just ordinary scented tea, cakes and fruits, so she collected the money and went to the city to buy.
Taipa City is still as lively and peaceful as ever, with a constant flow of people. Qiong also likes to watch the streets with people coming and going, and listen to the voices of hawkers and buyers. She plays with her warm braids and thinks: Five ethnic groups The monks went to the border just to make this scene last forever.
It’s great that the world is peaceful.
The neighbors were both familiar and unfamiliar with her, and when they saw Qiong Yi, they were still a little bit hesitant to recognize her. Madam Zhao, who was weaving hairpins and ropes in the attic, had given birth to a fat boy, and Mrs. Jiang, who was selling knots, had a strong body. Amidst their greetings from Xiao Wu Niang and Qiong Yi's smiling reply, she also bought the things requested in the letter, returned to the house, and entered Yinyi Garden.
Qiong also asked the disciple on duty: "Is Madam here?"
"Senior Sister Hui Xiyan, Madam is admiring flowers in the garden pavilion."
"Well, thank you." After saying thank you, Qiong Yi walked straight to the flower pavilion in the center of the garden. It was late winter at this time, and only the red plum blossoms were blooming in the garden. Yang Suyong was sitting in the center of the pavilion holding a stove, obviously Waiting for someone.
Qiong also came to the side of the pavilion and looked at Yang Suyong. She took out the cakes one by one from the basket, without opening the oil paper, and placed them directly on the table. Even the tea bags were placed neatly. After bowing slightly, , called her: "Master's Wife."
After that, he considered the first thing done and turned around to leave.
Yang Suyong didn't expect her to be so perfunctory: "Xi Yan, sit down for a while."
"I dare not shirk Madam's kindness. Zeng Nai has something to do and I don't have the opportunity to enjoy the flowers with you."
Yang Suyong smiled. Wasn't this just because he didn't dare to shirk? I almost lost my temper. He beckoned the maid under the pavilion to get hot water to make tea, called Qiong Yi back, and just said: "Sit down."
Qiong Yi was pressed on the shoulder by her, and then she realized that as a wife, Yang Suyong was not weak in secret and had some martial arts skills. She didn't want to make the scene too ugly, so she sat down beside the support and said with a smile: "Then thank you madam."
Yang Suyong opened the oil paper wrapping the pastry and tasted a piece: "Wang Ji's fruit cake is still so delicious." He handed a piece to Qiong Yi: "Come on, Xi Yan, try it."
Qiong also took it: "Thank you, madam."
"Call Master."
Qiong also weighed the fruit cake and remained silent for a long time.
"You hate me? Why do you hate me?" Yang Suyong leaned against the beauty and raised her chin: "Is it because I accepted you into the sect and gave you the opportunity to read, read, practice Taoism and learn swordsmanship? Because I adopted you, didn't you? Are you keeping Zhu Yunluo from the outer door together? Or is it because of the last time I read your private message? "
Qiong Yi took a bite of the fruit cake, looked at her and smiled: "It turns out that you don't remember him anymore..."
Yang Suyong was suddenly stunned. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Chen Xun, that's the name."
Qiong Yi's body trembled.
"You hate me for not saving him?"
Qiong Yi swallowed the fruit cake stiffly, closed her eyes, and turned her head away: "Why are you still talking to me about what happened so many years ago today? Mrs. Yang, isn't it enough for me to call you 'Madam'?"
Yang Suyong shook his head dumbly: "So all this time, you thought it was me who killed him?"
Qiong didn't look at her either, just silent.
She said calmly: "That year, the epidemic brought disaster to the world. I discovered it too early. If I hadn't taken action, you and Zhu Yunluo would have contracted the disease and died."
"Are you talking about my uncle..." Qiong Yi's pupils shrank, and then her mind surged. She was only a child at that time, so how could she know whether it was the cold or the plague. She suddenly remembered the epidemic that broke out in the West, and time , just right.
Under the impact of the memories, Qiong Yi couldn't sit still. She couldn't let go that all these years were just hatred and misunderstandings, and she couldn't say a word.
She tried to justify her resentment: but even if the plague killed Uncle Chen, Yang Suyong, who ordered him to be locked in the house, could not escape the blame.
How many percent can it be blamed on her?
Qiong also didn't want to stay here any longer. Yang Suyong obviously hadn't finished what she wanted to say to her: "Lu Xiyan, do you know why I insisted on asking the sect master to accept you as a disciple at that time."
"...Disciple doesn't know."
How could she know that at that time she was just the person who was appointed to manipulate her? They guessed that they were interested in her cultivation skills, so they forced her to kneel down in the ancestral hall to worship her.
Yang Suyong looked sad: "You look very much like an old friend I once knew. If I didn't have any clues, I would really regard you as her child."
Qiong Yi was stunned and shook his head: "No way, my parents have passed away. There are too many people who look similar in the world, and there will always be unexpected similarities."
Yang Suyong secretly thought: If it is a coincidence, not only the temperament, but also the resemblance from head to toe, it would be considered a strange thing in the world.
She will never forget the appearance of an old friend.
Yang Suyong took out a wooden hairpin from her arms: "My old friend's name is Ye Yao. The leaves are swaying. The last time I saw her, it was twenty or thirty years ago. I also guessed that she had already passed away. She is no longer alive, otherwise, she would not have been heard from."
"In the past few years, you often asked people to find relatives and ask questions. I thought that because you were young and obsessed with cultivation, I didn't mention this to you. Now that you are about to leave the sect, I can tell you these things. Listen." She handed the wooden hairpin into Qiong Yi's hand, "Although I can't make a conclusion, your figure and appearance are exactly the same as Ah Yao's."
Qiong also took the wooden hairpin with an old pattern, and it could be vaguely seen that it was carved with spring flowers, and asked: "Madam, how did you meet this... Miss Ye? Do you know where she lives and what her temperament is?" Is your luck different from ordinary people?"
Yang Suyong looked into the distance. In the past, she escaped from the sedan chair wearing a phoenix crown and harem, and bumped into Ye Yao, an ordinary girl who was traveling around. She fell in love with her at first sight, exchanged hairpins and married Jinlan. The two walked together for a long time, but in the end, she was captured. He got into the sedan chair and was taken to the Lu family's house, where they parted ways with her.
"She escaped from the south of the Yangtze River. She came from a commoner family and was in a poor situation. It seems that her family had planned her marriage early, but in fact she was sold. She was unwilling to marry the man she had never met before, so she left home. ." After a pause, Yang Suyong continued: "She is indeed blessed with unique luck. She travels around the world without any martial arts. She has never encountered a robber or thief. She frequently meets righteous people and finds rare things. Your sword and string song are... She accidentally obtained a piece of strange mineral and gave it to me to refine this sword."
Qiong also lowered her breath and closed her eyes. The woman Yang Suyong mentioned looked very similar to her. She had extremely good luck and was consistent with her lucky "spiritual body". In addition, she had the experience of traveling around. , it seems that what happened next can be roughly guessed: she traveled around, went to the Western Desert, and met a Kunzhai man. The two fell in love with each other and gave birth to herself. However, something happened, both husband and wife passed away, and she also He became an orphan, went through many twists and turns, and was finally rescued and raised by Chen Xun.
The Xiange Sword was actually made from a strange mine that was given to a friend by her mother, but in the end it became her own sword.
This world is vast, but it has such a fate.
Slowly opening her eyes, Qiong also said: "Thank you madam for telling me, can I take this wooden hairpin away?"
"Take it." Yang Suyong stroked the tea bowl that had gone cold, "That's all I want to say today."
"Just keep hating me."
Qiong also stood up. The kindness of the Lu family was not unimportant to her. The grudges of the past could not be distinguished, and they only existed in her heart because of the unforgettable death of her relatives. After all, kindness and nurturing could not reach her. She held her hands flat and bowed in salute: "Master Wife. Thanks to the upbringing over the past ten years, I will never forget it in this life. Lu Xiyan, a disciple of the Lu family, would like to express my sincere thanks."
Yang Suyong nodded slightly, and to this day, she finally heard a sincere "Master's Wife" from this apprentice.
*
Seven days later, it was Qiong Yi's second test, martial arts.
Lu Bin chose three opponents for her, namely Lu Xu, Lu Yuhao, and a senior elder under his sect who was well-known.
Qiong Yi was not surprised when he selected his first senior brother and second senior brother. He was just surprised that the master would promote the candidates to the elder level. Elder Wen Yi's cultivation was extremely high, and he was one of the best in the entire inner sect.
Many disciples heard about Qiong Yi's entrance examination. On the day of the competition, countless people came to the martial arts field to watch the battle.
In the first match, she faced Lu Xu.
Lu Xu could no longer distinguish between his feelings for Qiong Yi, whether it was an obsession he couldn't let go of when he was young, or a regret that he couldn't fall in love. When he received this competition, he raised his sword at one end of the martial arts field and looked at Qiong Yi from a distance. Also, the emotions in my heart are too complicated and have mixed feelings.
He asked her: "Are you going to marry Sheng Xuanyuan after you become a teacher and enter the world?"
Qiong also replied: "Probably so."
"Why do you hate me so much and are so unfeeling towards me?"
Qiong Yi sighed and declined his advances over and over again, but he just couldn't understand people's words. When the rumors about her ruthlessness arose outside the family, he never came forward to explain to her. Talking more about this topic, he just said: "This is a martial arts field. Lu Xu, draw your sword."
When she was in Xijiang, she lost her mind and had a completely different view than usual because of Lu Xu's friendly attitude towards her. She knew that if Lu Xu treated her like this from the time she became a disciple, never sarcastic or bullying her with cold words, then she would really regard him as a good senior brother, respect and love him.
But there are no ifs or regrets in the world.
After the referee strikes the gong, the fight begins, and after half a cup of tea, the fight ends.
"Lu Xu, do you still remember the first time I held a sword, you laughed at me because I couldn't hold the sword very well?"
Qiong Yi floated in front of him with Qinggong and said calmly: "You may not remember, because the wooden sword that senior brother found for me was broken by you the day before. That day, I had to use the iron sword .”
"Picking up that sword was all I could do at that time."
"It's not my full strength to fight you today."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked away. Lu Xu turned his head and walked down the stage.
"The author has something to say: Ye Yao ran away from marriage and left his hometown, and Yang Suyong was unwilling to marry at that time. He ran away from marriage halfway before meeting her, so both of them admired each other's unruly soul...
Yang Suyong and Lu Bin are very typical of marrying first and falling in love later. Lu Bin didn't want to marry at first, so he took the attitude of marrying whoever he wanted. When he heard that the bride ran away, he was very happy, but Yang Suyong was later captured. , he also secretly teased people: He can’t run away, but he can still be caught, tsk.
Yang Suyong also disliked him very much. He was arrogant and scolded each other, but he still had to show off his skills.
Then there are some couples who seem to be in harmony but are inseparable from each other. They find that not only their personalities but also their actions are quite suitable, and they fall in love.
Um.
As for the fathers of Ye Yao and Qiong Yi, who have yet to hear anything, I can only say that they are quite impressive. "
