Chapter 12 Qianyuan (2) (This chapter is free)

Ye Zi said: "Sister Nianxin said she did well in the exam. Her parents took her back to Tianjing with her grandparents and left a few days ago."

Yu Yan felt bitter in his heart: Tianjing? She just left, but she went. This world may really have God's will.

Ye Zi continued: "Sister Nianxin left all her textbooks and said that if you continue to study, it will be helpful to you."

It was like a spring leaf, gently sliding down in autumn, with a little unspeakable sadness. A faint smile appeared on the corner of Yu Yan's mouth, touched his sister's hair, nodded, and went out.

Seeing the familiar wooden house from afar, Yu Yan could no longer feel happy in his heart. His body floated up like a catkin, and he reached the door in the blink of an eye. Yu Yan pushed the door and shouted excitedly: "Master——"

The old man sat on the chair, his face that had experienced vicissitudes showed a kind smile. He looked at Yu Yan and nodded with a smile and said, "It's good to be back." Yu Yan was like a child who had suffered a lot of grievances. He rushed to the old man and burst into tears. The old man didn't stop him and let him vent his heart. When Yu Yan stopped crying, he spoke, "Xiao Yan, stand up."

Yu Yan stood up long and stood in front of his master. The old man looked at his disciples. After three years of military career, he could not see any roughness. He was tall and elegant, with a handsome and elegant face, a jade plate-like face, and a pure and transparent face, and his eyes were as clear as a sky pool. His whole person was like a pine tree on the green mountain, friendly and natural, and integrated into the world. The faint and evil smile hidden at the corner of his mouth added a mysterious charm to him. The two temperaments of righteousness and evil were displayed at the same time on his disciples. Although the old man was puzzled, he was very comforted to see his disciples so outstanding.

When Yu Yan saw the deep wrinkles and old face on the master's forehead, he felt sad. Thinking about the orphan, if he hadn't met his master at the age of five, he wouldn't know where he was wandering, and his gratitude to the master was beyond words.

The old man smiled and said, "Xiaoyan, I'm very happy that you have achieved today." He stopped and said, "Do you know why I asked you to join the army?" Yu Yan shook his head.

The old man said: "As the saying goes, seeing you at the age of three. When you were five, you were still an orphan. You could not take care of yourself, but you could take in another orphan and care for her. This is a person's character. It is also my pride to accept you as your disciple. Before you were fifteen, I wanted you to become a knowledgeable talent, so let you learn the Four Books and Five Classics, learn the ways of Confucius and Mencius, learn poetry, etiquette, and learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. These are the foundation of self-cultivation. Although many of the cultural traditions of our nation for thousands of years seem to be dross in this era, most of them are the essence of our nation. If you discard it, it would be a pity."

Yu Yan nodded, gained some insights, and then listened to the old man, "I am very happy that you can study hard and learn the essence of our national culture."

The old man laughed again when he said this: "But this learning process can cultivate one's own character, but it can easily make people weak and lack courage in acting. So after you get into high school, I will let you take a break from school, let Tianyuan take you into the army to temper your character and will, and make you a person who can act and dares to act. I am nearly a hundred years old this year, and there are not many days left. In the past few years, Tianyuan has also mentioned some of your affairs to me, sending you to the rain of bullets, hoping that you will not blame the master."

Yu Yan suddenly burst into tears, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "Master, no, you won't die. Without a master, there would be no me who is today."

The old man smiled kindly and said, "You are already eighteen years old and have experienced a lot of separation from life and death. Why are you still crying? Don't be like a child again in the future." Yu Yan wiped away his tears and smiled embarrassedly.

The old man said again: "Remember to follow the will of heaven and follow the will of others, and do not force it." Yu Yan thought about it and said: "Master, if I force something but have a result, is it considered God's will?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed and said, "Good boy, there is indeed a trick. Then you will work hard for everything. If you can force it and get a result, it will be God's will."

The two of them talked. Yu Yan remembered that there was the most important thing that he did not tell the master, and quickly told him the experience of the stone cave one by one. The old man became more and more surprised. Later, he heard that there was a preaching of the ancestor, so he quickly knelt down, took the silk from Yu Yan's hand, held it high above the top, placed it on the table in the house, and then bowed to the ground and shouted: "Bai Yichuan, a fourteenth generation disciple of Yunmen, and Yu Yan, a fifteenth generation disciple, listened to the preaching of the ancestor." Seeing the master's appearance, Yu Yan had to kneel three times and kowtow with the master, and finished the ceremony.

After reading the ancestor's teachings, Bai Yichuan burst into tears and shouted: "Bless by the ancestor, my Yunmen treasure is finally back!" He bowed to the ground again. Bai Yichuan had only heard of the green jade ink bamboo. At this moment, he saw that Yu Yan had cultivated the sixth level of the Tianxin Art, and laughed happily again.

Yu Yan told him about the Demon Sect. Bai Yichuan smiled and said, "One of the ways of demons lies in the hearts of people. As long as you act properly, what is the difference between gods and demons?" Not only did he not blame him for his worship of the Demon Lord Gai Tian as his master, he praised him for not being artificial and not being pedantic. There is no good way to deal with those Night Pearls now, and he can only use them when needed.

Yu Yan did not say the reason for his retirement, nor did the old man ask, but looked at him with a deep meaning and said, "Planning is for people, and success is for heaven. As long as you do your best in everything, you can be ashamed of your heart."

The master and apprentice had a conversation. Bai Yichuan saw the high-strength skills that Yu Yan showed, and immediately couldn't stop talking and shouted that he wanted to ask Lian Fu San Dabai. Yu Yan went home and asked Ye Zi to cook a few good dishes, and brought the Maotai he brought back from the army. The two old and young drank happily.

Bai Yichuan lived for more than a hundred years, and he was the happiest today. He couldn't help but drink a few more drinks and fell asleep on the chair. Seeing this, Yu Yan hurriedly helped him onto the bed and lie down.

Yu Yan tossed and turned on his bed and couldn't sleep. The figure of the girl appeared in front of him. He had to turn over and sit up, think for a while, jump down the stairs gently, and use his body skills, like a wisp of smoke, disappearing in the night.

It was still the familiar small building three years ago, the familiar window, the bright moonlight, but there was no girl sitting in front of the window listening to him playing the flute. Yu Yan felt that things changed.

He knew Xu Nianxin when he was twelve years old. At that time, she had just arrived here and lived in a hanging building at the foot of the mountain. When Yu Yan noticed her, she had just caught two beautiful butterflies on the mountain. Yu Yan told her a story about the flying butterflies flying together. The legendary butterflies were transformed by a couple who had not been able to unite in their previous life. Those who received their blessings will surely achieve their wishes and be happy for a lifetime.

Xu Nianxin's pious look of praying deeply imprinted the young Yu Yan's heart. In repaying Xu Nianxin's release of the two butterflies, he gave her the brightest red mountain red, picked the freshest water chestnuts in the lake for her, and taught her to pick the leaves and blew them into songs.

As they grew up, every moon-like night, Yu Yan would blow a flute under her attic to watch her listening shadows in her attic. After entering the army, the two kept in contact with each other, but as they grew older and were separated by two places, the hazy feeling seemed to fade away.

Eighteen-year-old Yu Yan deeply misses the days of fourteen or fifteen years old, his hazy age and hazy mood, just like a chaotic and sweet feeling added to black coffee.

Yu Yan revisited the old place, and felt like a dream. He was about to stroke the flute, but he remembered that the bamboo flute was still in the hands of the girl who was no longer knowing where she was. Yu Yan never thought about asking about her whereabouts. For the age of fourteen or five, perhaps reminiscing is the best memory.

"You look at the scenery on the bridge, and the people who look at the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your window, and you embellish others' dreams." Yu Yan finished reading it gently, stood in front of the window and smiled faintly. The moonlight shone on his crystal face. He was like a lonely shadow, chasing the lost youth dream alone.

Early the next morning, Yu Yan came to the master's bed and saw that the master was still sleeping. He felt very strange. After a closer look, the old man's face turned pale and his breathing was gone. He had already passed away. Yu Yan shouted "Master--" and rushed forward, forgetting the master's teachings. Tears fell down. The old man was a hundred years old and was extremely excited yesterday. He drank some wine and couldn't wake up. He Ranxian left.

The master's death had a great impact on Yu Yan. He sat in front of the old man's grave for two days and two nights, but he didn't say a word. Ye Zi felt distressed when he saw his brother's appearance, and he was with him and teased him. He even said the other treasure given to him by No. 9, but saw that he was still dazed and had no reaction at all.

Ye Zi slept until midnight and heard the melodious erhu sound from outside. When she got up, she saw the scene that she would never forget.

Yu Yan sat on the ground like a dead tree dependent on the earth. His eyes were sometimes cold and sometimes hot. The strings in his hands were either fast or slow. The slightly hoarse erhu sound was in this empty mountainous country, sometimes like *, sometimes like flowing water on a small bridge, sometimes high and sometimes turbulent, sometimes flat and moving.

Ye Zi remembered the situation when she was three years old when she was picking up leftovers in the garbage dump and was taken in by her brother. "From today on, you will be my sister." A simple sentence gave her lonely leaf a lifelong support.

It seemed that he felt the pain and loneliness of his brother. Ye Zi's heart was as painful as tearing, and he would never let his brother be sad. Ye Zi made a solemn promise to him. Looking at the graceful arc drawn by Yu Yan's slightly raised lips, Ye Zi felt as if he had been hollowed out. The shadow lingering in his dream coincided with the person in front of him. Ye Zi called out "Brother Yan" softly, and tears immediately fell like rain.

Losing a comrade in his army and forcing his retirement, dreaming was lost, and the master left. So many things happened in a short time, and each thing made it difficult for him to let go. Yu Yan was just an 18-year-old young man. He suddenly faced these many blows, although he matured faster, but also put too much pressure on him.
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