Bu Qianwei stood beside the master with a blank expression.

He didn't understand why the people around him were so flustered, and he didn't understand why there was still so much blood in the air when there was no fighting.

He was just a five-year-old child.

Senior sister, Bu Shiwen, who is more than ten years older than herself, also rushed here at this moment.

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In the delivery room, the maid was red with her hands, panicked, and rushed out of the house.

"National teacher, Madame's condition is not good, I must see you and Senior Sister Wen!"

Master Bu Qianfu frowned, took Bu Qianguan's little hand, motioned to Bu Shiwen, and immediately walked to the delivery room.

"Ahh

In the delivery room, it was Bu Qianjiao's uncle, a widowed woman who dedicated her life to the Xuanzheng Yuan.

"Arwen ......"

The woman shouted to Bu Shiwen.

She had just given birth to a daughter, and she was extremely weak at the moment, knowing that her fate was near.

"Arwen......" she called again.

"We're here." Master Bu Qianjiao stepped forward and took his sister's hand.

"My child...... I'll leave it to you......"

The woman's eyes were full of tears, and her face was full of sweat and tears, and she was extremely pale.

Master Bu Qianjiao, and his subordinate Bu Shiwen, are the most trusted people in the rest of her life.

"I'll leave it to you......" She freed her hand and rubbed Bu Qianqian as best she could.

The force was so small that Bu Qianqian felt only a numbness to touch.

"Uncle Shi......"

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Until the end, there was no life.

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It was a girl, very healthy.

Master Bu Qianfu named her Jile.

Ji is a kind of dissipation, a kind of beautiful coming; Le, naturally, hopes that this child will be carefree.

He often had to deal with affairs, so he naturally handed over the errand of taking care of Ji Le to his successor Bu Qianwei and his eldest disciple Bu Shiwen.

Bu Shiwen is old, so he naturally takes on the responsibility of taking care of this girl.

She treats the girl whose parents have died as if she were her own, and teaches her the most proud of her own unique techniques.

The little girl babbled and tugged at her hair, stumbled up to find her own appearance, and asked about her mother's appearance, which really distressed her.

She wants to cultivate Ji Le into the most glorious star of the Xuanzheng Yuan.

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Fifteen years later, the former national teacher died of illness, and Bu Qianjiao was entitled, taking over the position of national teacher and taking over the executor of the Xuanzheng Yuan.

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"Senior sister, are you there?"

Bu Qian took refuge in the court, and he was a little uncertain about the problems in the court, so he thought about coming to consult Bu Shiwen.

In the past fifteen years, he has perfectly inherited the character characteristics of his master, dignified and serious, meticulous, and loyal to his duties.

Bu Shiwen went on a mission a few days ago and was injured a little, I don't know what the situation is, if it weren't for the tricky things, he would never come to bother.

"Come in."

Bu Shiwen's sonorous and heroic voice came from the courtyard.

He stepped forward and walked inside.

In the yard, the flowering period of the acacia flowers has arrived, which was specially raised by Bu Shiwen in the Xuanzheng Courtyard in the past, and now it is flying and growing.

The acacia flower is so magical, the flower is high, upward, difficult to see, can not climb, even if it is the last landing, it is difficult to see the wreckage, swear to death and not to trample.

In the courtyard, Bu Shiwen sat on a stone chair, his eyes closed, and Ji Le held a bandage on the side, carefully examining Bu Shiwen's wounds.

"Master, don't move!" Ji Le said, the tone was a little anxious, but soft and gentle.

Seeing that Bu Qian's conversion had arrived, Fang Cai Bu Shiwen inadvertently twisted his arm, and Ji Le's knife almost went in the wrong direction.

Bu Qianjiao stood aside.

He has also grown up, and finally stands up to the sky.

"Come here, but there's something wrong with the east?" Bu Shiwen asked.

"Yes, I'm going to do it myself."

Bu Qian's eyes stayed on her senior sister, she was a long time old, and her senior sister already had gray hair.

Today's Bu Shiwen, for him Bu Qianyi, has replaced the master's former position, which is a kind of spiritual support and leadership.

Gradually, his eyes were drawn to the little girl beside her.

For fifteen years, Bu Qianwei often visited Ji Le and witnessed her grow from a young age to what she is today.

Ji Le, grown up, a long sword, a green shirt, with a hint of heroism, and looks so gentle, there is no lack of hazy little girl.

It was really taught by Bu Shiwen, and he was very well-behaved.

Ji Le skillfully handled the master's wounds, quietly, and did not disturb the two of them to talk.

"Can you handle it?" Bu Shiwen believes in Bu Qian's strength, but he still habitually cares about it.

"Yes." Bu Qian replied.

Bu Shiwen thought about it, now he is a disciple of Jile, there are still many teachers and trainees, Bu Qianjiao is a new official, and there are many affairs of the Xuanzheng Yuan, since he came, it must be the affairs of the east or the difficulties of the Xuanzheng Yuan.

"Well, I'll take care of the things in the east." Bu Shiwen proposed.

"It's not a big deal this time, I can also bring Ji Le and let her see the world." She said, staring at Ji Le beside her.

Ji Le was stunned, and his face couldn't hide his excitement.

"This ......" Bu Qianqian hesitated.

Ji Le's eyes lit up, looking forward to the national teacher's answer.

"Huh?" Bu Shiwen glared at Bu Qianqian casually.

"Senior sister is free." He changed his tone and reluctantly spoke.

Bu Shiwen nodded with satisfaction and looked at Ji Le, but saw that Ji Le's eyes were anxious and smart.

"Ji Le, pack up, let's leave immediately." She knew it.

The girl's figure bowed deeply, and disappeared in the next second.

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The place of the incident to the east.

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"Master!"

Xiao Jile was stunned and roared instinctively.

The green shirt is stained with dust, the blood is stained with smell, and the field is full of killing breath.

The young man's hands were numb, the blade poked out, and Bu Shiwen's blood kept rolling on the blood trough.

They didn't expect that the other party was so cunning that they would rob a young man as a shield and kill people with a knife.

"Ji Le...... Don't come here......" Bu Shiwen's mouth was fishy, he supported himself, endured the stinging pain in his heart, and turned his head to comfort Ji Le.

The young man in front of him had numb eyes and uncoordinated limbs, obviously being manipulated, and the mastermind behind the scenes ......

The man behind that...... Bu Shiwen lost the last of his strength and fell to the ground, his eyes exhausted.

The knife-wielding boy was drained of his soul and knelt down in front of her, his hands trembling and covered with blood.

"I ...... I...... I didn't mean to...... "He doesn't know anything...... He didn't mean it......

"Master!"

Ji Le hurriedly rushed up, but saw red tassels everywhere, and Bu Shiwen was dying.

"Master...... Master...... We'll go back right away...... Are you holding on...... You don't want to have an accident..."

"Master?"

"Master, you answer me...... You reply to me......"

She panicked for a while, slumped in front of Bu Shiwen, and lost all her composure and wisdom for a while.

"Ji Le ......" Bu Shiwen tried to open his eyes and raised his hand to stop Ji Le from transmitting aura to him in vain.

"Don't hold grudges...... That kid was also forced to manipulate......"

Ji Le looked at the young man beside him, covered in the blood of his master, and looked at the sad Ji Le, full of calm and remorse.

Behind him, the mastermind behind the scenes, dressed in red, with a proud smile on his eyebrows and eyes, quietly put it on the young heavenly spirit cover and rubbed it.

"I'll kill you!"

Ji Le swung his sword up, his eyes were red, sweat and tears were mixed, his hair was scattered, and the blood dragged his clothes and his steps were a little heavy.

She went straight to the person behind the young man, but unexpectedly she was slapped to the ground with a palm, and a mouthful of blood came out, and she fell to the master's side, making it difficult to get up for a while.

"Ji Le ......" Bu Shi's tone was like a gossamer, and he still called her.

"Master......"

The man pressed forward step by step, and the master and apprentice clinged to each other tightly.

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No then.

Bu Qianjiao brought someone to rescue the scene, the man in red left with the boy, and Bu Qianqian rescued Bu Shi Wen Jile and the others.

Bu Shiwen was seriously injured and died of martyrdom.

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Before she died, she always insisted on persuading Ji Le to let go of hatred and protect herself.

Jile still has a long way to go, and it can't be delayed like this.

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"A thousand conversions...... Ji Le's ...... Please......"

These are the last words of Bu Shiwen.

At that time, Ji Le was not by her side, she tightly tugged on Bu Qian's sleeve, and gave Ji Le to Bu Qian.

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Wailing abounded, and the Xuanzheng Yuan was white for seven days.

At Bu Shiwen's funeral, Ji Le didn't say a word and walked in the forefront of the funeral procession.

Bu Qianfu lived by her side, quietly accompanied Ji Le, and gave her the most silent support.

In the distance, the young man kept his voice in his voice, followed the funeral procession, looked at the plaque of Nabu Shiwen, and looked at the heartbreaking girl that day.

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"In the future, you will be directly under my control, and you don't have to go to other masters." Bu Qianjiao said to Ji Le.

"Hmm." Ji Le only responded coldly.

"It's a long time coming, don't worry too much."

"Hmm."

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It was so cold all the way.

Until the funeral procession left, Ji Le was reluctant to leave Bu Shiwen's tomb for a long time.

Bu Qianjiao arranged his subordinates, and when he saw the sunset, Ji Le still did not return, and went up the mountain alone.

The afterglow of the sunset at dusk hit the mountain, confusing the color of the green shirt for a while, and the figure of Ji Le blended with the surrounding barren grass.

The wind was cold, and the girl was seriously injured before he recovered, and the lonely look between his eyebrows and eyes was all under his eyes.

This is the best woman in the Xuanzheng Yuan, and she is the dark light they chose the Yuan Dynasty.

At this moment, it is like a doll that has extracted aura, leaning on the tombstone of Bu Shiwen without blood.

In the past few days, she has almost not thought about tea and dinner, decadent day by day, unmotivated, and scrapped martial arts.

"Ji Le, go back."

He stepped forward and saw Ji Le's eyes full of tears, hugging the tombstone tightly.

This...... Is it really the woman who used to be smart......

"I'd like to stay a little longer." Ji Le's reply was powerless.

Bu Qianwei knew that it was difficult for Ji Le to let go of Bu Shiwen, and if he was not guided, he was very likely to sink and be depressed to nothing.

Even for the sake of my sister, for my uncle, and for herself, she must now cut off Ji Le's thoughts and drag her back on track.

"I'm back."

He half-knelt down, his hands on Ji Le's shoulders, his face close to hers, staring at her eyes.

"Don't practice yourself anymore, the Xuanzheng Yuan needs you."

"We all need you."

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"And I'm here."

He lowered his voice so that the words would touch Ji Le's heartstrings even more.

He is now one of the few people who is close to Ji Le.

He may be Ji Le's last reliance and support.

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Ji Le's tears that she had been holding back couldn't be hidden at all, she gritted her teeth and bit her lower lip, but she couldn't hold back her tears.

She's really uncomfortable...... She has no father or mother, and her master and uncle are all the love and care she has in this life, and it is her life......

Now the master is walking in front of her, but there is nothing she can do.

"What's wrong with you...... When you feel uncomfortable, you cry out...... There is no one else here. Seeing this, Bu Qianqian forcibly suppressed the nostalgia and grief in his heart, and leaned closer, trying to ease Ji Le's emotions first.

"I ......"

"Master...... Master......"

Ji Le tightly grabbed Bu Qianjiao's shirt, hugged him, and buried his face in his chest.

"I miss her so much...... I hate ...... so much."

“…… Master......"

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After that day, Ji Le's state finally began to return to normal.

The Xuanzheng Yuan has been focusing on tracking the people behind the incident, but there have been few results.

Bu Qianjiao continued the plan of the Xuanzheng Yuan to domesticate the executors, but Ji Le was the most special one among them, and now he was directly under his guidance.

Ji Le began to stick to Bu Qianjiao, perhaps because of her extreme lack of security, she began to pay attention to getting along with Bu Qianjiao.

She found that the peace of mind and trust that the national teacher brought to her seemed to be different from what the master gave herself, less deserved, more unfamiliar, and a kind of cherishment and appreciation.

She can live a good life alone, but when Bu Qianjiao is here, she is very happy and happier, and Bu Qianjiao is the same.

When Bu Qianfu was tired, he often liked to go to the courtyard of Jile, one side was pure, one side understood, one heart cherished each other, and one heart had a soul.

Later they learned that this indescribable feeling is called love.

That kind of responsibility needs the kind of care and longing for each other's relatives, and what is needed is plain, but it will not be separated.

They knew that this was the love of men and women, and it was their intention of men and women.

Maybe after living like this for a lifetime, after Bu Qian's abdication, it is also a good choice to travel all over the world with Ji Le and become a couple.

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"Ji Le, come here."

Clear sky and bright moon.

Bu Qianqian lay on a rocking chair in the courtyard, finished the day's affairs, and relaxed his body and mind.

"Huh?" Ji Le had just finished practicing the exercises, opened the door in response to the sound, and walked into the courtyard.

Bu Qianqian took off his fancy clothes and lazily poured on the vine rocking chair in the courtyard, surrounded by flowers and plants, which made this person and the national teacher above the court not look like the same person.

"Come here."

He took Ji Le, and the two of them sat on their backs in the rocking chair together, looking at the twinkling starry sky, not knowing where the meteors were going.

(ENDS)