He is no longer the bladeless swordsman worshiped by the world. In the past two years or so, he has spent most of his time in the kitchen, playing with the pots and pans.
Therefore, Ye Xiaochuan's hands were like those of an old shepherd, dark, rough, and even molted.
Ye Xiaochuan turned his head and glanced at Qin Guichen, then looked down at the pair of white female hands holding the back of his hand.
He slowly retracted his palm.
He has long been accustomed to the pain in his heart, and he does not want others to bear this pain with him.
After a moment of silence, he said: "Those wolf riders are about to wake up. Go and add some fodder to their horses and feed them some water. There are still a lot of naan cakes in the kitchen, so put them on them."
Qin Guichen's expression was awkward and a little lost.
Because Ye Xiaochuan rejected her kindness.
For a man to refuse the comfort of a beautiful woman is the greatest insult to her.
However, apart from being embarrassed and disappointed, Qin's girlfriend was not angry.
She knew that the man in front of her had been hurt too badly, so she sealed herself up so that others, let alone entering his heart, would be blocked by him even if they came close to him.
She got up and prepared to feed the horse according to Ye Xiaochuan's instructions.
After walking a few steps, Qin Guichen turned around and said, "Mr. Ye... you have changed."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Everyone will change."
Qin's girlfriend said: "If possible, I don't want you to change. I hope you will always be the positive and trouble-free Ye Xiaochuan. That is the Ye Xiaochuan I know."
Ye Xiaochuan's body trembled slightly, and he said hoarsely: "No one has called me this name for a long time.
Miss Qin, you should call me Zongci from now on."
Qin's best friend said: "Then don't call me Miss Qin from now on. Call me best friend."
The two were speechless.
Qin Guichen turned and left.
After a long time, it was almost noon, and there was a noise from the inn behind me.
Wanyanku was holding a whip and shouting at his men.
Qin Guichen put dozens of large naan cakes in several cloth bags and brought them over.
Said: "This is Ye...this is what your Zongci Anda asked me to give to you."
Wanyanku opened it and saw that it was full of naan cakes.
He said nothing and asked his men to hang several bags of naan bread on the saddle.
Then he took out a heavy linen bag and handed it to Qin Guichen.
He said: "Zong Ci Anda always refused to charge me for wine. In the past, it was just him and that old man. I just gave him a few sheep."
Things are different now, he has an aunt and a child to support, so you can take this little gold."
After saying that, he got on his horse and said loudly: "Zong Ci An Da, I'll come back in a while!"
Ye Xiaochuan was still sitting on the sand dune. He didn't get up or look back. He just extended a hand and waved it a few times to send Wanyanku off.
A group of cavalry shouted, whipped their horses, and roared away.
At the same time, Dugu Changfeng rode his tall goat, yelled loudly, rushed out of the sheepfold with a group of sheep, and started a new day of herding life as a sheepherder.
Ye Xiaochuan looked at the dust rolled up by Wanyanku and others, and his painful expression gradually returned to calm.
To be honest, he felt that these mortals were very real, at least they didn't have those disgusting intrigues in the world of cultivation.
If he didn't have too many things on his shoulders, wouldn't he really want to be like Wanyanku, riding a horse between heaven and earth? Wouldn't he be free and happy?
at the same time.
Middle Earth, Jinling.
The prosperous Jinling is located on the bank of the Yangtze River.
On Suzaku Street, the widest street in Jinling City, a huge black-and-white bear was trying its best to show off its cuteness.
There is an old wooden table next to it, and a short and fat old man is sitting behind it. A bamboo pole and curtain are leaning on the old man's side.
On the other side of the table, there was a little girl in plain clothes sitting, bored and playing with three wooden sculptures.
Those three wood carvings are very interesting.
One is a man with three arms.
One is a woman with her mouth wide open.
One is a fat bird with a fish in its mouth.
These are all Ye Xiaochuan's things, which Big Head brought out from Du Chun's former residence in Langdu Village.
When he was in Lantian County, Ye Xiaochuan once told Yuan Xiaolou the story of these three wood carvings.
Later, the wooden box containing the wood carvings has always been with Yuan Xiaolou.
When Ye Xiaochuan left, he didn't take him with him.
Over the years, Yuan Xiaolou has played with these three wooden sculptures almost every day.
It seems that this is no longer the beautiful memory of Ye Xiaochuan and Du Chun, but a token of love between himself and Ye Xiaochuan.
The old storyteller became annoyed when he saw these three wooden sculptures, and said angrily: "Girl, all the losers are working hard to make money, can you cheer up! Do you still want to stay in a luxurious hotel tonight?"
Yuan Xiaolou shook his head and said, "No, I miss Mr. Ye."
The old storyteller said: "He has been gone for three years, and you still think about it!"
Yuan Xiaolou said: "It's three years, six months, seven days and two hours."
The old storyteller was speechless.
He had always imagined that time would make Yuan Xiaolou forget everything.
It's unbelievable, this girl is too affectionate. Three and a half years have passed and she still hasn't gotten over her last failed marriage.
Forget it, making money is important.
Thanks to Fan Tong’s efforts and cuteness, many onlookers have gathered around.
The old storyteller was startled and officially started his lecture.
What he was talking about was what happened at the Human World Alliance four years ago.
And it mainly tells the story of Ye Xiaochuan.
The old storyteller is really smart and confused all his life.
He wants Yuan Xiaolou to forget Ye Xiaochuan, but Neirou, who is a storyteller every day, cannot do without Ye Xiaochuan.
Can Yuan Xiaolou forget this?
Yuan Xiaolou had been in a bad mood the day before yesterday because she remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival she had celebrated with Ye Xiaochuan in Lantian County four years ago.
So the old storyteller was the only one working hard, and she was too lazy to lend a helping hand.
On Zhuque Street, a group of women appeared, all of them extremely beautiful and beautiful.
However, among the dandies in Jinling City, absolutely no one would dare to take a chance on this group of people.
Because not only are these women carrying fairy swords, but they also have a Tai Chi pattern with two crossed swords on their bodies.
That pattern is the symbol of Cangyun Gate.
There are quite a few women in this group. Among the few true female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu, except Yun Qiyou, almost all the other women are here.
In addition, there are fairies such as Yang Jiujiu, Sun Yun'er, Gu Pan'er, Du Chun, Chang Xiaoman, etc.
If there are fairies, there will naturally be flower guardians.
They are two big idiots.
Zhao Wuji and Leng Zongsheng.
A group of people were walking on the street. They were going to the Ruan family in Jinling.
That is Uncle Jingshui’s natal family.
Suddenly, they heard someone telling a story, and it was Ye Xiaochuan's story. The group of people stopped in unison.