Just as he stood still and looked back, a young man in black came out from the village far away and headed towards the carriage.
The young swordsman was about to look away when he saw Luo Yin suddenly. His figure seemed to be frozen for a moment, and the hand holding the sword that was so stable when facing the enemy suddenly trembled uncontrollably.
He watched the young man in black walking to the carriage, talking to the people inside, and then seemed to glance at him, but his eyes never stopped, and he still got into the carriage, thinking he wanted to continue on his way.
The young man rushed over suddenly, blocking the way of the carriage. The young man in black who was driving didn't say anything, watching the young man lift the curtain with trembling hands, he didn't stop him either.
What caught the boy's eyes was the same gentle and smiling face as it was five years ago. He blinked blankly, as if he wanted to confirm that the person in front of him really existed, instead of disappearing in an instant like in a dream.
Ye Ziyun sighed with a smile: "You have grown up."
The boy's eyes slowly turned red, his breathing was short of breath, his chest heaved, his face was mottled with tears unconsciously, he was choked up and couldn't speak a complete sentence.
"name,"
He held onto Ye Ziyun's clothes tightly and refused to let go, the emotion in his chest was surging, but it was difficult to express it in words.
"Master..."
Regardless of whether the person agreed or not, he still shouted, fulfilling his wish for many years. He was afraid that if he let go of his hand, it would be a long time to leave, and the mountains and rivers would be far away. At least let him know who the mentor who saved him from danger and taught him martial arts in the past is, even if he only leaves a name.
Don't have too deep fetters with the world anymore... Zhang Daoren's words are still in my ears, even if I don't care about the theory of fate, but when it involves others, I have to be cautious, because I didn't think about it.
Ye Ziyun sighed and stroked the top of his hair gently.
Passing by this village five or six years ago, it was the time Ye Ziyun was injured in northern Hebei. Luo Yin went to find the medicine needed to detoxify, but he stayed in this small mountain village, and rescued the boy by chance.
After Luo Yin came back with the antidote, he met this boy once, but his appearance and body changed greatly after he grew up. If Ye Ziyun hadn't heard what he said, he might not have recognized him when he bumped into him on the road. But Luo Yin's appearance didn't change, and the boy recognized at a glance that this stern young man in black was the one who accompanied his master when he left.
It was getting late, and they wanted to stay overnight in the village, but the young man thought they were about to go on a long journey, and he couldn't control himself for a while, so he lost his composure. After his emotions calmed down, he felt a little embarrassed, and returned to his usual mature and prudent appearance , leading the two to their own home.
When I met him for the first time, this boy was only about ten years old. In this small mountain village, he lived with his mother and was also bullied by the villains passing by. After Ye Ziyun rescued the young man, he saw that he was kind-hearted and proud, so he stayed and taught him martial arts for seven days.
This young man is very talented, after several years of hard training, he has achieved success in martial arts, and ordinary people in the rivers and lakes are no longer his opponents. He is not afraid of wolves, tigers and leopards in this mountain to make a living.
It's not that Ye Ziyun never thought of taking him back to Yishuimeng, but his mother didn't want her only son to set foot in the rivers and lakes. The young man served his mother very filially, and his mother had no intention of leaving the village, so he wanted to stay and serve him forever.
Three years ago, his mother fell ill due to a cold. After sending his mother away, the boy still stayed here, guarding the tomb, practicing swords, and hunting for a living.
What he sincerely expects is that the teacher who taught him martial arts back then can pass by the village again, so that he can have the opportunity to thank his teacher in this life.
Life in the village is poor. Although you can go hunting in the mountains on weekdays and occasionally pick some herbs, you can live comfortably, but the houses are very simple and there are no extra decorations. Apart from the wine sold, there is nothing to entertain guests.
The young man's excited expression had just faded away, and he changed into a somewhat apprehensive expression, running in and out to busy himself, always afraid that the hospitality would not be complete. Ye Ziyun smiled slightly, took his hand and sat down, and asked about the situation in the past few years after the farewell, which made him rest.
Knowing that the master and apprentice had reunited after a long absence, Luo Yin had something to say, so he went out to drink alone.
After the boy sat down beside Ye Ziyun, he was a bit cautious at first, but after he tried to call Master twice, seeing Ye Ziyun answered with a smile, he was relieved, his chest was full of joy, but his nose was a little sore, But he was already a man, how could he shed tears twice in less than an hour, still in front of the master.
However, if he hadn't met Ye Ziyun, he wouldn't have had such big emotional fluctuations. No matter how difficult the life was these years, he had never shed tears, except for the time when his mother passed away.
He has been extremely filial since he was a child, but he obeyed everything his mother said, except for one thing that he would disobey, and that was to recognize Ye Ziyun as his master. Although his mother didn't say everything before she died, he also vaguely understood her mother's considerations, which were related to his life experience that he hadn't figured out yet. But he didn't understand why he couldn't recognize this young man who had saved his life as his teacher.
When Ye Ziyun stayed in the village to teach art, she vaguely felt that the boy's mother was very wary of the Jianghu people, and insisted not to allow her son to worship under others, even if the boy begged hard, she never Let go. At that time, he had already thought that this little apprentice might not be a child of an ordinary peasant family. If he didn't have a deep entanglement in his life, he might be involved with a famous martial arts sect.
Now there is no one like Ye Ziyun in the world, no matter what happens to this young man in the future, he doesn't have to worry about being trapped by the sect's opinion.
He was weak after the injury, and after talking for a while, the young man gradually noticed that the master's face was pale, and then remembered that when he held his hand before, he felt cooler than ordinary people, so he couldn't help worrying, and asked cautiously Master's condition.
Ye Ziyun smiled slightly, and only said that he was a little injured, and he was a little mentally weak these two days. But the young man couldn't let go, and suddenly remembered something, he quickly stood up, rummaged through the box to find a pack of snow ginseng, and said he wanted to borrow a jar from the aunt's house next door to make medicine.
Ye Ziyun couldn't stop him. After the young man came out of the house, he bumped into Luo Yin who was drinking in the courtyard. When he mentioned this, Luo Yin's heart moved, and he also came to look at the package of ginseng. Although he knew that such a coincidence rarely happened in the world, It can make people's wishes come true easily, and he didn't hold much hope in his heart, but after a closer look, these snow ginseng were certainly not what he was looking for, but they were indeed rare treasures, and he had never seen them in the medicine shops along the road.
Luo Yin followed to the neighbor's aunt's house, the young man looked at him and felt some clues, and decided to tell the origin of this snow ginseng along the way.
A year ago, he rescued a ginseng picker in the mountains. The man said that he went to Changbai Mountain to find a rare snow ginseng, but returned regretfully. Well, half of it was given to this boy.
Luo Yin also inquired about the news back then, but he never thought that he would hear the rumor of snow ginseng here easily. The man once mentioned that he searched for thousand-year-old snow ginseng but returned disappointed. It can be expected that even the ginseng collectors who have been in the mountains all year round have returned without success.
A few days later, Ye Ziyun did improve somewhat, Luo Yin saw it, and made up his mind, no matter what, he would still go to Changbai Mountain, even if the hope was slim, he would give it a try.
On the eve of parting, Ye Ziyun took out a handwritten letter and handed it to the young man, saying: "If one day, you want to leave this place but have nowhere to go, you can take this letter to Suzhou to find someone from Yishuimeng."
He paused for a while, and then said: "You don't need to mention the name of the teacher, just hand this letter to the leader of the alliance or all the hall leaders."
The young man was smart since he was a child. After hearing this sentence, he felt something unusual, but he didn't say much. After receiving the letter, he held it tightly in his hand. Thinking of the imminent parting, his eyes were slightly red, but he stubbornly held back the letter. tears.
Ye Ziyun could see that the young man was struggling in his heart, but he still remained silent in front of him, and suddenly reminded him of another person he was very familiar with. Then he couldn't help laughing again, although Luo Yin was also silent and kept his words in his heart, he didn't have such a delicate and sensitive mind like this young man.
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