Chapter 9: transaction

The Lord of the Broken Water Villa appears in the forbidden area of ​​Broken Water Villa, so there is nothing wrong with it.
Ye Fusheng's headache is that the master Xie Zhuang didn't look surprised in his eyes, but instead he was as cold as a knife, indicating that he knew his origins from Xue Chan's mouth and also revealed his distrust.
"Ye ... floating life?" Xie Wuyi slowly called out his name, his thin lips hooked into a delicate blade, "How is the young master?"
"The young master, Ji Xing, shines, there are no surprises ..." Ye Fusheng's words didn't finish, only to see Xie Wuyi's wrists turned, his tongue was burning with the paper pasted on the outside of the lantern, and it instantly burned like a fireball towards Ye Floating face to face.
The sword of the master of the water-cutting village was as thunderous as a thunder. This shot was naturally extraordinary. Ye Fusheng Fang stepped away from the flame. Xie Wuyi arrived at his side. Spit and sink, forcing him to bend his knees when his right leg, which was already too weak.
Seeing that Ye Fusheng's knees were about to land, Xie Wuyi only felt his hands were loose, and the man sprang from his hands like a slippery fish. With a sneer, Xie Wuyi approached him again, his hands and feet stretched like a long stream of thin water, soft and flexible, as if caught by a water snake, it was difficult to get out.
Around Ye Fusheng, Xie Wuyi reversed his throat with one hand and bent his leg with one foot. Seeing that the outcome was fixed, Ye Fusheng suddenly pointed to Xie Wuyi's wrist with a finger, and an internal force exploded between the joints and hurt the bone marrow. . Xie Wuyi's face turned white, and in this moment, Ye Fusheng's body folded, and he slipped out of his shackles.
The rabbits on both sides fell, and the burning paper lantern fell to the ground. There were still embers burning.
Xie Wuyi is naturally ugly, and Ye Fusheng is no better.
He touched his chest with one hand, and the kit he had put in his arms was pulled out by Xie Wuyi when he got out.
Xie Wuyi played with the kit in his hand and said lightly: "Good fingering, light skills ... good skills!"
"The same is true of the owner of the village. These three soft tricks are well-versed in the" wrapping "tactics of the water-cutting knife method, which is beyond the reach of the next. But ... Ye Fusheng stepped forward." This thing is a legacy of the old man. Please return the owner. "
"Return? What do I have to do with the things in the Broken Water Villa?" Xie Wuyi smiled coldly and took out the square jade from the kit. This is a flawless white sheep fat jade with the epitome of the sea tide engraved on the back. On the front is a sharp "Xie".
Xie Wuyi's fingers were intricate on the lettering, and his voice was dumb and cold: "This is the token of my previous owner of the Broken Water Villa, but unfortunately it was lost three years ago. I want to ask how you got it!"
Seeing this, Ye Fusheng didn't show any cowardice, but instead stretched his hand to ask for more and more vigorously: "I have said that it is a legacy of the old man, naturally ... it was obtained from the dead."
These words were plain and plain, but Xie Wuyi's body was shocked!
He was like a towering tree. He had stood proudly for a long time. Even though he was covered with traces of a knife and axe, he still stood upright, but at this moment he shook his body, as if he had died from the foundation and was crumbling.
The blood on his face faded, and he took two steps back unconsciously, his fingers tightly holding the piece of jade, muttering: "Dead, dead?"
During his speech, he coughed uncontrollably, and his face was flushed with sickness.
Xie Wuyi has been in poor health for the past three years. He coughs and shakes like sieve bran. His back arch has become a line that is about to break, but he slowly backed up at the critical point.
Ye Fusheng looked at him and said, "Yes, the person who gave me this piece of jade is already dead."
As the words did not fall, Ye Fusheng pulled back and drew away from Xie Wuyi's thunder. This time it was no longer a temptation. The master of the water-cutting village rubbed his palm into a knife. Even if he did not touch him, the sharp and overbearing knife gas had cut the skin on Ye Fusheng's neck, revealing a line of light red.
At this moment, a black figure came out like a ghost, and punched Xie Wuyi's palm again. The other hand grabbed Ye Fusheng's body and swept back quickly, standing back.
This caused Xie Wuyi to calm down immediately. He took out the fire fold from his sleeve and lit the lamp beside the wall after blowing it. Then he could see clearly the face of the person coming, so he put on his sleeve and said: "Master Chu."
"It turned out to be Lord Xie Zhuang." Chu Xiwei couldn't see it now, and he only turned sideways in his direction. Only then did he and Xie Liyiyan wait at the broken dragon stone, but Ye Fusheng, who was exploring the way, had not returned for a long time . Relying on the deep internal force, Chu Xiwei heard the fighting sound from the end of the stone gap, and threw Xie Li alone in the same place, touching it to see the excitement.
He let go of Ye Fusheng and smiled: "Two clear."
This refers to the grace of helping each other in the puppet room. Ye Fusheng rolled his eyes for this Feng Shui rotation and asked, "Where is the young master?"
Chu Xiwei didn't answer him, Ye Fusheng's ear moved, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, Xie Li came out from the stone crack, and when he saw Xie Wuyi, he straightened up and shouted obediently. Said "daddy".
As Ye Fusheng learned from his own ears, his "father" shouted as solemnly as the courtier worshipped the emperor, but he didn't hear much intimacy, but it was regular.
After Xie Li shouted "Father", he held the water-cutting knife to the top of his head with both hands. Xie Wuyi walked over with his face covered with water. He took the knife in one hand and dropped it with the wind in the other.
"Snapped--"
The slap was extremely hard, Xie Li's face suddenly turned to the side, almost fell to the ground. After all, he finally stood firm, a red palm print appeared on the white face, and swelled at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. The little boy's eyes were watery, but they all suffocated back.
Ye Fusheng and Chu Xi frowned slightly. Xie Wuyi held the water-cutting knife and looked down at Xie Li with a condescending voice. "Do you know why I hit you?"
Xie Li shook his head, he looked up at his father, stubborn and wronged.
"People should advance and retreat, judge the situation, don't short-sighted, lose a big one, haven't I told you?" Xie Wuyi clenched into fists, "Who made you chase the knife thief without permission? Who gave you? Your courageous danger looks up at the tide? Who taught you that you do n’t know how to abandon your sword to save your life? "
"But you said that weapons are the arms and feet of warriors, and water-cutting knives are water-cutting villages ..."
He failed to carry his mouth back to the end, and with a "snapping" sound, Ye Fusheng couldn't help but cover his face with one hand and couldn't bear to look directly.
"Although this method is a bit rough, but I have to say ... This bear kid is not playing well." He whispered to Chu Xiwei with a sleeve cover, "A man can't grow a few inches longer than a knife, so he dares not to control himself. If you want to play my life, if this is my son or apprentice, he must hit him on his knees and write 'Don't dare anymore'. "
Chu Xiwei: "..."
He touched his face subconsciously, his mouth twitching, as if remembering something unbearable.
Another slap hit, and Xie Li's other face also blushed. He was beaten up and looked at Xie Wuyi in a daze.
"Yes, the water-cutting knife is the responsibility of the water-cutting owner. Naturally, sooner or later, you should carry it, but ..." Xie Wuyi slowly squatted down and looked directly into his eyes, "I'm still alive, which round gets you Desperately? "
"but……"
"Or, you have listened to the rumors of the rivers and lakes, and feel that I have been abandoned, unworthy of being the owner, unworthy of this knife, want you such a child to carry the beam for me?"
Xie Li hurriedly shook his head like a rattle, his eyes were red: "Daddy ... I didn't, Daddy, I didn't ..."
Xie Wuyi looked at him. He smiled indifferently on his indifferent face. His eyes were far-reaching. His free hand wiped away his tears. "Then remember, before I die, you only need to learn how to grow up, As for when I died ... these things I carried are all yours. Don't run away at that time, nor can you avoid them. "
Xie Li couldn't help crying at last. He was always a good boy. Even when he was a baby, he didn't like crying, but now he couldn't help but hold Xie Wuyi's neck, and he was crying.
Xie Wuyi sighed, as if Shaohua was throwing away at this moment, revealing rare fatigue and aging, but only for a moment. When he turned around holding Xie Li, he became the cold and indifferent owner of the broken water.
He said to Chu Xiwei: "Son Chu, I should have settled the transaction. Please tell Mr. Sun. Xie's idea has been decided. Tonight I will pull the needle and break the seal."
Pull the needle to break the seal?
Ye Fusheng frowned, but he was a little puzzled, but asked nothing.
"This is really ... an unexpected answer." Chu Xiwei stood up, "there is only one chance, and the owner can consider it clearly."
Xie Wuyi said: "No need to consider. Thanks to the son for his help. After the conference, the water-cutting knife will be delivered to Jun, but ..."
Chu Xiwei Rao is interested: "But what?"
"After Ali and the crown, I will ask the son to get back the water-cutting knife.
Xie Li shuddered. He looked at his father in anxiety. He didn't understand the deep meaning behind his words, but he felt that Taishan had been crushed in the moment.
Chu Xiwei froze, then smiled and said: "But there is something, although come to take it!"
"Thank you." Xie Wuyi held Xie Li, his face showing a rare vitality under the candlelight, and even his eyes were shining brightly.
Ye Fusheng looked at him, just like watching a wax torch that was going to be extinguished by Dongfeng to be reignited, burning with the last life.
He heard that Xie Min, the real name of the owner of the broken water. Min, jade also used this name as a gentleman like jade. However, this person walked with martial arts, and he always admired the style of a sergeant in the far south. He was generous and took the word "no clothes".
People are like beautiful jade, swords are like stubborn stones, jade is indestructible, and stone is immovable.
It's a pity ... Life is not a golden stone, how can a longevity test? (Note)
Xie Wuyi took them and walked back to the light from the darkness, as if they were separated from each other.
Note: "Life is not a golden stone, how can you live a long life" comes from "Ancient Poems of the Nineteen Poems of the East?"