One may be that the swordsman doesn't know what kind of existence he is in his heart. Hua Ye has never said it to anyone.

When he had just entered the Tang Dynasty Mansion, he knew that among the disciples, there was such a destined person for destiny.

All the aura comes from him, and all the praise is born from him. It is said that he will envy and even jealousy, but such an almost perfect brother-like character, how can he be bored.

Hua Ye was born with a deficiency disease, and for ordinary people, some movements he had to do many times, until the habit became natural, and a set of movements seemed as smooth as a cloud.

The force of a punch was weak and weak, like hitting cotton, and the senior brothers who had fought with him didn't have to think about how to resolve the strength in his fist. Just because he stretched out his hand to take it, the force naturally became invisible.

"Master, I don't want to be in a group with Hua Ye." One after another, disciples said these words in front of Cheng Yanjin.

Every time they thought they had avoided Hua Ye, but in fact, when they were trying to avoid Hua Ye, they had already attracted Hua Ye's attention.

Hua Ye hid in a no-man's corner, wrapped his arms around his knees, and sobbed until his brain was out of oxygen, crying out of breath, and he was hearty, and then he stood up against the root of the wall, wiped a handful of tears, and patted his dusty clothes.

Walking into the sun, no matter how much your heart is hurt, you should never show it in front of others. Because, no one is obligated to listen to what you are going through, and in fact, no one wants to put a frustrated face in front of you.

"As long as it doesn't happen to you, you won't be able to empathize." At that time, the swordsman said to Hua Ye earnestly.

Also, from that time on, the swordsman seemed to have become the light guiding the direction in Hua Ye's heart all the time, and the rising sun was irreplaceable by anyone.

At that time, the swordsman had always been very eye-catching, not only in Hua Ye's eyes. Therefore, Hua Ye could only pretend that nothing had happened, practice every move and every style, and only in this way could he stand closest to the sun.

The swordsman casually raised his eyebrows, Hua Ye longed for the support of his master, which was a matter of course. But why ask yourself? Although he was puzzled, the swordsman still replied very seriously: "As long as it is a decision that you don't regret, I will definitely support it." ”

After saying that, seeing that Hua Ye was stunned in place, he should be thinking carefully about his future choices. The swordsman gently beckoned to the bone elf: "Bone, let's go." "Other people's attitudes can only give some advice, but no one can decide the real direction.

Hua Ye watched the side of the swordsman disappear into the courtyard, and the corners of his mouth curled: "I'm well disguised." Brother. ”

So good that he almost forgot about it. The swordsman accompanied Hua Ye to practice for a while, because other brothers and sisters felt that practicing with Hua Ye would slow down their progress, so the swordsman volunteered.

Soon after, he began to follow Cheng Biting Jintian and ran all over the South China Sea, and it was said that the master specially took him to open his eyes.

Later, some more time passed. The swordsman has been able to perfectly complete the various tasks assigned by the master in the case of one person.

Swordsman, this person, has faded out of the field of vision of the brothers and sisters, but this name is more shining than before.

Hua Ye gradually practiced continuously, even if his palms were bleeding and his legs and feet were broken, he tried his best to maintain the best condition in front of people. actually gradually changed the natural disadvantage, and the doomed impasse was broken.

He has always regarded the swordsman as the goal of his efforts, his words and deeds, his habits, and even his character, Hua Ye strives to achieve the ultimate.

The swordsman was born away from his parents when he was young, and he has an unspeakable sad past. But he has always been reluctant to show his fragile and sad side in front of people, which makes him look a little giggling and unorthodox.

Of course, this has also become a point that Hua Ye is vying to imitate, but it is obvious that Hua Ye has imitated too much. The appearance is cheerful and optimistic, but one accidentally becomes a chatterbox.

What's worse is that Hua Ye seems to be addicted to conversation, and since then he has been out of control.

This was something he didn't expect, Hua Ye gently hooked the corners of his lips, from the beginning, he was not good at practicing martial arts and cultivating spells, and he relied on paying more than ordinary people to avoid looking so dull.

And what he wants, in fact, is very simple. It's just about making what you're doing a little more meaningful. Saving lives and healing the wounded, no matter how you look at it, is much better than now, not to mention, sometimes you can be bloodless.

"Master, are you resting?" Hua Ye, who was standing outside the house, had already made a choice, he was going to leave with Dr. Qiu tomorrow, if he didn't come to say goodbye now, I was afraid that there would be no time.

Cheng Yanjin drank the medicine and did not lie down to sleep directly, but leaned back against the pillow, and looked out of the window with his eyes a little blank.

Hearing Hua Ye's voice at this time, his mind barely retracted a little, and he said sneeringly: "You come in." ”

With a squeak, Hua Ye took a light step and walked in, "Disciple, disciple has something to say to Master." ”

Cheng Yanjin hung his hand in the air, beckoned, and motioned for Hua Ye to walk over: "If there is anything, just say it." ”

Hua Ye pursed his lips, and secretly scolded himself in his heart, the guy who has no future, what he has obviously decided, why can't he say it when it's coming.

Cheng Yanjin looked at Hua Ye with a different expression, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, so he said: "Your senior brother of the swordsman is leaving Chang'an, what's the matter, you also want to go with him?" ”

Is this seen through? Hua Ye's heart was weak, and a flush flashed on his face, this was the best time to bring up this matter, so he gave up his hand: "The disciple is not filial, I think, I want to follow Dr. Qiu to treat the disease and save people." ”

"Ahem, ahem." Cheng Yanjin choked on his own saliva, he clenched his hands into fists, and kept pounding the position of his chest before forcing him to calm down: "Ah, you can learn if you want, you don't need to discuss this matter with me." "How can Hua Ye think that one is one out, then the doctor can be learned well if he says it.

"Hey." He sighed softly, but as a master, he can't pour cold water on his apprentice, of course he has to support it.

Hua Ye was stunned for a moment, imagining that the master should not have this reaction, it would not be so bland, it must be that he did not make it clear: "Master, if the disciple wants to hang the pot to help the world, he will have to eat and sleep in the open, and he will not settle in Chang'an." ”

"Hmm...... Feng Dian ......" Cheng Yanjin only thought about echoing a few words along with Hua Ye's wishes, so he didn't pay attention to what Hua Ye said, until he repeated the wind and meal, and then suddenly reacted: "You want to go?" His eyes widened.

What's wrong with this Tang Dynasty Mansion? Is Feng Shui bad? Why are they suddenly leaving one after another?