"Master!" Su Baiyi pretended to be calm and waited with his master for less than a moment before he could not help but wail, "You said you stole someone's treasure and caused them to search for more than ten years. Now that they caught you today, they must have skinned you alive..."
"Grace." Mr. Xie emphasized.
Su Baiyi could only hide his bitter face and said helplessly: "A gentleman will not suffer a loss in front of him."
"That's a good man," Mr. Xie corrected.
"Master, where is the treasure you stole back then?" Su Baiyi changed the subject naturally. "Why don't you return it to the owner and apologize to him?"
"That treasure is no longer with me. I gave it to you a long time ago." Mr. Xie suddenly smiled cunningly.
Su Baiyi was stunned: "Why don't I know?"
"That's the martial arts you practiced." Mr. Xie said quietly.
"What? You stole that?" Su Baiyi was shocked.
Mr. Xie nodded: "And I have burned it, so you are the only one who remembers that martial art. You are the treasure."
Su Baiyi held his forehead with his hand: "Master, you are so kind to your disciples. Qingyilang became like that after practicing three pages. I have only practiced half a book. Will I be even more miserable in the future? What kind of treasure is this? Can't I just refuse it..."
"Xie Xing is too anxious." Mr. Xie walked out of the house. "Don't worry, apprentice. We will be fine. I will let them take me away in a while, on the condition that they let you go. I will deal with them after returning to Shanglin Palace. They can't get the half of the scroll, and they dare not kill me. How about you come back to save me when you finish your studies?"
Su Baiyi was stunned, his eyes suddenly moistened: "Master, you are going to sacrifice yourself for me..."
"When did I..." Mr. Xie frowned slightly.
"You must be saying this to let me leave without worry, but if you return to Shanglin Palace, you will definitely suffer all kinds of torture, and eventually be tortured to death..."
"Can you..." Mr. Xie said helplessly.
"By the way, Master, you said you would save you when I return after completing my studies, but where should I go to study? Have you made any arrangements?" Su Baiyi wiped away his tears, sat upright, and said seriously.
"Go to the academy." Mr. Xie said unhappily, "The academy has a Confucian sage in charge, and Shanglin Tiangong doesn't dare to provoke it."
"Academy?" Su Baiyi thought of the woman holding the umbrella and shuddered.
"Disciple. From today on, you will walk the world as my disciple, so you must not lose face for me. At first glance, you now have some of my charm and style back then, but you must remember one thing in the future." Mr. Xie walked to the door and looked at the four words "Daxiao Academy" above it.
"Master, please speak."
"Don't talk too much."
Mr. Xie walked into the courtyard, looked up at the blooming apricot tree, and suddenly smiled and said, "Bai Yi, guess which poem I'm thinking of now."
"If we leave this time, it will be a long separation. It should be like 'the apricot blossoms are covered with dew and the fragrant snow, and there are many farewells on the green willow roads.'" Su Baiyi followed and replied seriously after thinking for a moment.
Mr. Xie shook his head: "No."
"What is that?"
"Of course it's 'The beauty of spring in the garden cannot be contained, a red apricot blossoms outside the wall'."
"ah?"
Mr. Xie closed his eyes, smelled the fragrance of the apricot blossoms, and said intoxicatedly: "You are going to Jianghu soon. Jianghu is full of spring colors, and among the spring colors there must be a branch of red apricots. Especially the academy you are going to, which is in Qiantang City!"
"How is Qiantang City?" Su Baiyi asked curiously.
Mr. Xie took a deep breath and said, "The girls in Qiantang City are very beautiful."
Su Baiyi smiled: "Sir, you have a story. By the way, the girl I just mentioned, she seems..."
"Yes, there is a long story." Mr. Xie waved his long sleeves gently, sweeping away the fallen flowers and dust on the ground. Su Baiyi stopped talking and looked at the ground, where there was a jar of wine buried.
"I buried this jar of wine when I first came here. I'm giving it to you today as a parting gift." Mr. Xie leaned over and pulled out the jar of Xinghua Fenjiu from the soil, and sniffed it gently. "To be honest, life in Xinghua Village is really boring. Fortunately, I have this Xinghua wine and a noisy apprentice like you. But today, I am destined to leave."
"Yes, you have to leave today." A heavy voice suddenly sounded at the door.
Su Baiyi turned around suddenly and saw a burly monk slamming the crescent shovel in his hand to the ground and glaring at them.
"It seems that our information is correct." The thin masked man walked to the side of the monk. "Long time no see, thank you..." The masked man stepped back suddenly before saying half of the words. He saw an apricot blossom passing by his mask, leaving a faint mark.
Su Baiyi looked at Mr. Xie and whispered, "Master, they were the ones I met just now."
Mr. Xie didn't say anything. He held the jar of Xinghua Fenjiu in one hand, pinched an apricot flower in the other, and lowered his head to think about something.
"Thank you, OP. Now that we have come here, you should know that you can't hide any longer." The burly monk slammed the crescent shovel in his hand heavily, causing half of the apricot blossoms to fall from the tree.
"It's still the same. He likes to knock that big shovel when he talks. It's so noisy." Mr. Xie put the jar of wine in his hand on the ground and turned around. "The head of the Criminal Law Court, Master Jiekong. And the deputy head of the Qianji Court, Wen Xi."
"The year Master Xie left, I was just an ordinary disciple in Qianji Academy. I became the deputy master only last year. It seems that although Master Xie has retired from the world, he is still well-informed." Wen Xi reached out and touched the shallow flower mark on the mask, and said softly.
"Bai Yi, do you still remember the story of Shanglin Palace that I told you?" Mr. Xie smiled.
"I can't remember the rest of the story at the moment. I only remember that the teacher said that there was a building owner in Shanglin Palace. He had unparalleled martial arts and a stunning appearance. He always wore a golden robe and held a jade sword. When he traveled around the world, most of the women in the world fell in love with him. Every one of them cried and shouted that they wanted to marry him, but he walked through the flowers without getting a single leaf on him. He was a rare man from ancient times to the present, and he was a rare man in the world." Su Baiyi replied.
"What building?"
"Wist and Rain Tower."
"What's the owner's name?"
"Thanks for looking at the flowers."
"It's me."
Xie Kanhua waved his hand lightly, and a long sword suddenly flew out from the place where the apricot blossom wine was buried and landed in his hand.
"It's been a long time."
A flash of silver light.
Jie Kong raised the crescent shovel in his hand suddenly, and Wen Xi took off the long umbrella on his back, and the dark green umbrella opened instantly!
But soon, the crescent shovel in Jie Kong's hand fell to the ground again, and the umbrella closed again, as if nothing had happened. Xie Kanhua sheathed his sword and raised his hand slightly. Su Baiyi immediately understood what he meant and kicked the wine jar on the ground up, passing over the heads of Jie Kong and the other two and landing in Xie Kanhua's hands.
The moment the wine jar fell into Xie Kanhua's hands, a cracking sound like an eggshell breaking suddenly sounded in the yard, and a long cut appeared on the white mask worn by Wen Xi. He raised his head slightly, and the mask shattered instantly, revealing the pale face underneath the mask.
Jie Kong took a long breath and suppressed the surging internal energy in his chest. However, the hand holding the crescent shovel could not help but tremble violently. He frowned and said in a deep voice: "Seeing flowers in the fog."