Ye Wuji turned around and ran out.
"Junior sister!" Senior Brother Twelve chased after him, "Junior sister, what's wrong with you? You've been acting weird lately."
Ye Wuji wiped his tears with his sleeve and asked, "Senior brother, do you think Master doesn't like me anymore?"
"How is that possible!" The twelfth senior brother said in surprise, "Master loves you the most. I used to be jealous of how kind master is to you. But then I found out that other senior brothers are treated the same as me. Only you are special. I feel so jealous." It’s a little more balanced.”
"Then why did he..." Ye Wuji felt a little hard to say.
"Junior sister, are you... are you jealous of that child?" Seeing Ye Wuji's shy look, the twelfth senior brother knew that he had guessed right and burst into laughter, "Hahaha! Little junior sister, little junior sister, you have today too! "
"You're still laughing!" Ye Wuji stepped on the twelfth senior brother hard.
"I also know that it's weird for me to be like this." Ye Wuji said, "I'm such a grown-up, and yet I'm jealous of a child. I know this shouldn't be the case. But, I can't help it!"
"Now you know how we felt when we looked at you. Since you were little, count how many blames I have shouldered for you?" Senior Brother Twelve counted on his fingers, "You broke Master's piano. , I was the one who cut down trees and learned to play the harp. You tore the master's book, and I was the one who was punished for copying the book. You tore up the master's painting, and I was the one who was punished to kneel outside for half an hour. You peeked at the storybook and were punished... Oh, the person who was punished was the second senior brother. In short, you have caused so many troubles, how could master be willing to punish you? "
"I've been punished before, okay! I was punished that time when I read the script!"
"Yes, yes, you are punished to copy Mencius three hundred times. You only copied it three times. I copied the rest for you."
"That's senior brother, why are you being nice to me?" Ye Wuji held the twelfth senior brother's hand and shook it coquettishly.
The twelfth senior brother flicked her forehead and said: "You, it's because we were so good to you that we spoiled you rotten. When I was your age, I had already traveled around the world."
"Please, senior brother, you are only two years older than me. What do you mean by my age?"
"The rules of our Wuyou Villa are that when you reach the age of fourteen, you have to go out in the world alone, and you can't rely on your master. You can't come back unless you make a name for yourself."
"So, senior brother, you are very famous in the world."
"That's right, go out and ask if there is anyone in the world who doesn't know about Zhu Tan, my Zhuyue Dao."
"I've decided that I'm going to make a career in the world!"
Zhu Tan looked her up and down, shook his head and said, "With your martial arts skills, you will come back crying after being out for a day."
"Don't look down on others! If I were to make a living in the world, I would definitely be more famous than you!"
"You're bragging! If you can become famous, I'll write it upside down."
So, on a starless and moonless night, Ye Wuji secretly packed his luggage, stunned the maid and servant, and slipped out of Wuyou Villa.
This was the reason why Ye Wuji came out to wander the world, but it was hard to tell the Zen master. Ye Wuji could only laugh twice and said, "My master has always believed that jade cannot be used until it is polished, and all the disciples must go through setbacks before they can become talented."
"Amitabha. You are worthy of thanking the master of the village." The Zen master said, "Think of how many powerful families in the capital, each and every one of them, raised their children and grandchildren to be as noble as gold and jade. They would hold them in their hands for fear of falling off and hold them in their mouths for fear of melting. They raised all their descendants. They have become a rich man. If they had the knowledge to thank the owner of the village, why would they end up like this?"
Zen Master Zhixin’s words were full of respect for Xie Hanyi. Ye Wuji had long been accustomed to Zen Master’s attitude. The servants at Wuyou Villa were much more exaggerated than Zen Master. They could say that they treated Xie Hanyi like gods. Ye Wuji Ji's fellow seniors admired their master very highly. Except for her and Twelve, everyone else had to think about their words for half a day in front of the master. The master praised them and they were happy for half a month.