In the past few days, Zen Master and Ye Wuji played chess, drank tea, and competed in martial arts. Their relationship was much closer than before. Ye Wuji no longer had any scruples in chatting with Zen Master, so he became the Ye Shisan who never left his master. .
"Shaoxia Ye and Master Xie really have a deep relationship between master and disciple. It's just that Shaoxia goes out alone to make troubles, so that makes Master feel at ease?" asked the Zen Master.
Xie Hanyi had thirteen disciples, and Ye Wuji was the youngest and Xie Hanyi's only female disciple. It is said that when Xie Hanyi picked her up among the dead, her heartbeat was so weak that it was almost inaudible. Xie Hanyi used countless rare treasures to save her life. It is precisely for this reason that Xie Hanyi named her Wuji, hoping that she would grow up healthy and disease-free.
Among Xie Hanyi's thirteen disciples, Ye Wuji was the least qualified and the most favored. If you asked anyone in Wuyou Mountain "Who is the most valued disciple of Master Xie?", it would undoubtedly be Ye Wuji. When Ye Wuji was a child, she was squeamish and willful and refused to be taken care of by maids and servants, so Xie Hanyi took care of her personally, from reading and writing to covering and dressing her. But since that day, things have changed.
The day after Ye Wuji celebrated his fourteenth birthday, he woke up in the morning and suddenly felt dampness in the quilt. His thighs were sticky and uncomfortable. When he stretched out his hand, he felt blood on his hand. Ye Wuji was so frightened that he ran into Xie Han's dressing room without even wearing a coat. The courtyard where Xie Hanyi lived was next door to Ye Wuji. Ye Wuji pushed open the door and ran into Xie Hanyi's arms.
"Master, I lost a lot of blood!" Ye Wuji raised his palm to show Xie Hanyi, "I'm still bleeding now. My pants are all covered in blood!"
Xie Hanyi glanced at Ye Wuji's inner clothes stained with dried blood, then took her pulse, looked at her, and hesitated to speak.
"Master, do I have an incurable disease? Why don't you speak?" Ye Wuji was about to cry.
Xie Hanyi touched her head and said softly: "Wuji, you have grown up." Xie Hanyi's eyes were gentle and complicated, seeming to contain a thousand words but no words to say.
Since then, Master's treatment of her has changed. He no longer taught her how to practice the sword step by step, no longer had meals with her, and no longer had any physical contact with her. Ye Wuji's daily life was handed over to his wet nurse, while his sword practice and reading were taught by his tenth senior brother. Ye Wuji used to rush into her master's arms when she was happy, but now, she didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, and he avoided her. And when she asked Master if he didn't like her anymore, Master always said, "You have grown up and can no longer be the same as before."
"Then I don't want to grow up! What good is growing up!" Ye Wuji shouted, but the master just left his back. A few days later, the master brought back a child.
The child was only five or six years old. He pulled Xie Hanyi's clothes and hid behind him timidly.
"This is the son of my old friend. He is temporarily staying here due to a big change in his family. You must take good care of him."
"Master, do you want to accept him as a disciple?" Brother Twelve asked.
don't want! Master, don’t accept him as a disciple! Ye Wuji screamed in her heart, but she couldn't say these words. She was fourteen years old and no longer a child. If she said these words now, no one would think she was innocent, they would just think she was unreasonable. The master is now very cold towards her, and she cannot let the master hate her anymore.
Ye Wuji suppressed the jealousy in his heart and offered to take care of the child. But the child grabbed Xie Hanyi's clothes and refused to let go, and shrank back when he saw her.
"Let me take care of it." Xie Hanyi said, "You have no experience in taking care of children."
"Master doesn't look like someone who can take care of children." Ye Wuji said.
"Didn't I take care of you when you were a child?"
"This child looks much better than the little junior sister." Senior Brother Twelve glanced at Ye Wuji with a smile and said in surprise, "Junior Sister... why are you crying?"
Ye Wuji didn't know what was wrong, and tears suddenly fell down. She felt that she was really hypocritical. It was just that all the love her master had for her would be given to another child. What's the big deal!
Although he thought so, Ye Wuji couldn't stop crying.