Just as Yan Bingsicuo apologized to his master, two light coughs sounded outside the door, and then the master's voice came over.
"You can boil brown sugar water..."
Caiyi heard that it was Yan Bing's master, so she hurriedly went up and opened the door, held the door and bowed slightly to the old man, saying, "Sir, please come in."
The old man hesitated a little, first leaned his head in, looked inside, and looked at Yan Bing, who was looking at the door, with all his eyes facing Yan Bing.
Both of them smiled awkwardly.
Then the old man walked in slowly with a bowl, put the brown sugar water on the table in front of the bed, and said with concern: "It's still a little hot now. Wait a little colder and drink it while it's hot..."
"Master..." Yan Bing looked at the old man at this time, tears kept spinning in his eyes.
Caiyi at the door looked at the scene, smiled slightly, nodded at Yan Bing, and went out.
"Master..., I don't know what happened to me today... I said those old bastards..., bumped into my master..., and made my master sad. Please punish me..., I have no complaints..." Yan Bing lowered his head, stuttered his fingers, and hesitated.
The old man pondered slightly and said with a smile: "It's okay, Master is old, why don't you understand... It's reasonable that you have a little temper these days.
Moreover, you are not wrong. After so many years, you have gradually become ordinary. As a teacher, you have indeed forgotten your identity. This should not be...."
Yan Bing felt even more guilty when he heard this.
"Teacher..." Just as he was about to explain, he saw the old man raise his hand and interrupted: "You let the teacher finish..."
Yan Bing nodded and stopped making any more noise.
"I was frivolous when I was young... After all, I was the youngest one among the leaders of the previous sects... Most of the leaders of the previous sects were only sixty or seventy years old before they were able to take over... But as a teacher, he took over as the leader of the Feixia Sect at the age of thirty-seven... At that time, the teacher was glorious and full of passion.
Feixia Sect is becoming more and more powerful under the management of your master and your many uncles... and has a vague trend of becoming the leader of the four major sects in the Central Plains. At that time, the teacher thought he could do everything... and even felt that the world... was allowed to gallop...
Until the catastrophe eleven years ago... I watched with my own eyes the disciples I trained to die one by one before my master... I was helpless... I could only watch so much...."
Speaking of this, Wang Linfeng seemed to recall the scene at that time, and two lines of tears fell down his old cheeks, almost choking.
Yan Bing hurried forward to comfort him and helped the old man caress his back.
The old man paused for a while, sorted out his emotions before continuing,
"At that time, I suddenly realized that compared to the strength of the sect, what is the most important thing... What a teacher wants most is the disciples who are like their own children, who grow up and gradually surpass them.
Compared to my own false reputation, what I want more is the endless life of the sect..., it is the inheritance of each generation that is stronger than the next...
But because of the master's later realization, his arrogance and stupidity, Feixia Sect paid such a heavy price... The inherited disciples suffered most of the losses... Even the sect was lost... I have no face to face the sixteen former heads of Feixia Sect... and no face to face the disciples who died in order to protect the dignity of the sect...
In the past eleven years, I have lost the Feixia Gate, lost my reputation, and lost so many disciples who are as close as children..., and lost all this, I feel like I have fallen from the clouds to the mortal world... After so many years... I have gradually become numb..., thinking that if I save money, I can keep Feng Chen and Lu Liang from the future without worry about food and clothing, and I will be content.
Until I met you... it was you who made me ignite the expectation of inheritance again!
This kind of expectation is one day when you can see you spread your wings and fly far beyond the possibility of your old man!
That's why I held you in my hand and was afraid of falling..., I was afraid of melting when I held it in my mouth..., I was afraid of it... I was afraid that the fire of inheritance had just ignited..., but it was extinguished..., I was really afraid..., I was no longer the fearless young man who looked down on the world before..., do you understand?"
"Yeah." Yan Bing nodded. She understood the old man so well...
Didn’t I go from having everything to having nothing?
Since I traveled here, all my efforts have been in vain, and even my relatives have not been able to meet again. This feeling of powerlessness and grief and anger have eroded myself all the time every day...
Thinking of this, Yan Bing looked at the old man again.
The old man still looked at himself with loving eyes.
In the past, I just felt that the old man’s care for him was because she was the hope of the old man’s sect to restore his sect. Although there was a relationship between affection, it was also mixed with “use”.
But after hearing the old man’s words today, Yan Bing realized that in the old man’s heart, she had already become more important than the sect, and even far more important than the old man’s own life...!
Because what the old man saw in her is the possibility that surpasses himself! It is the hope of his lifelong inheritance!
It’s like parents raising their own children.
I hope one day, I will see that they live a better and happier life than they do, this selfless and pure expectation...
Thinking of this.
"Master..." Yan Bing looked at the old man with a respectful look on his face, and then said forcefully: "A disciple, you will get everything you lost... back! Including expectations!"
Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed happily and said, "Okay! OK! OK!" Then he turned around and walked out the door, wiping his sleeves while walking, and muttered to himself, "Let your senior brother help you clean the room. Why is there so much soil in the room? Oh, it's all in your eyes..."
Seeing the old man walking away while crying, Caiyi walked back to the room lightly, looking at Yan Bing with a smile and asked, "How? Master didn't blame you, right?"
"Well," Yan Bing nodded, then asked with a smile: "Where are my two senior brothers?"
"They two? I met in the yard just now. I chatted with them for a few words. Wanyan told you about the situation. They knew that you were not a serious injury and were not seriously injured. They went out to find the cart that had been thrown on the street before." Caiyi said while covering her mouth and laughing.
"Oh? By the way?" Caiyi asked again: "How old is your senior brother this year?"
"Thirty-six or seven, it's almost forty... I haven't asked in detail, what's wrong?" Yan Bing looked puzzled.
"I'm so old, I don't know the girl's menstrual period..." Caiyi said with a smile, then a red glow flashed across her face and continued to ask, "Have you never married yet?"
"He is so old, he is still a bachelor. I don't know what he thinks, um?" As soon as he said halfway, Yan Bing keenly noticed something wrong, stared at Caiyi and asked, "You ask this? Why are you doing?"
Just as the red glow on Caiyi's face became more obvious, he explained, "I'm just curious and just asked casually. After all, it's rare for girls to have menstruation at this age..." Then he saw Yan Bing staring at him, his face turned red more obvious, and asked, "Why are you always staring at me?"
Yan Bing smiled bitterly in his heart.
You ancient people are so easy to understand...
Then, I began to think about it again.
How could Sister Caiyi, such a young and beautiful woman, fall in love with an old bachelor who is unshaven? Could it be that her taste is weird?
After taking a closer look at Caiyi, I suddenly realized.
According to modern people, Caiyi's height is a model of over 1.7 meters. However, in ancient times, when the average height of men was only 1.6 meters, it was rare to see a man like 1.85 meters like the eldest brother, so he felt good about it, right?
Oh, I didn't expect that after traveling through time, the first beautiful sister I fell in love with was so cheap, and I couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
But he looked down at himself again... A big man, even his menstrual period...
I'm afraid I don't have the ability to absorb the "lucky blessing" in front of me...
Alas ~.
Forget it, forgot.
Just take it cheaper, after all, being single for almost forty years is also very pitiful...
When Yan Bing thought of this, he wanted to hit the wall with his head.