Мой первый муж, Цин Хуань, который путешествовал во времени

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Mu Yucheng returned

Ye Mi

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I have no regrets about leaving my home, even though I abandoned the vibrant spring.

Her eyes, like water reflecting her image, swayed her brows in the evening sunshine.

When the golden wind and jade dew finally meet, how can we bear to part with our cloud-like cups?

I vow to spend this life drinking with you, and let time never hasten our passing.

"Shi Huai, the second steward of Emerald Villa, requests an audience with Mr. Mu."

A clear voice drifted in from outside the bamboo fence, but the wolf in the hands of the person inside continued its fluid movements across the rice paper without pause. Beside the low table, a stick of sandalwood incense burned slowly, and the person's face appeared and disappeared in the smoke, like a banished immortal.

The people outside the door exchanged glances, and the leader raised his voice and called out again: "Shi Huai, the second steward of Emerald Villa, has come to visit Mr. Mu."

With a light stroke of the brush, the first half of the poem "The Swing" was completed, the characters vigorous and rugged, as if they had been through many vicissitudes.

An attendant outside the door couldn't contain himself any longer and frowned. "Could it be that Mr. Mu went out today and isn't inside?"

The leader, Shi Huai, shook his head and said, "Look, the wooden gate is unlocked, and there's light smoke coming out of the house. Clearly, someone is inside. How could they possibly be out?"

"Then why don't you answer?"

Shi Huai thought for a moment, then stepped forward, pushed open the door, and tentatively asked as he walked in:

Is Mr. Mu home?

The brush suddenly stopped, barely finishing the character "眉" (eyebrow). The person inside stared blankly at the calligraphy they had written, looking rather lost and dejected.

Shi Huai walked to the thatched cottage, knocked on the door, and called out loudly, "Is the master home?"

The door opened by itself, and behind the bamboo curtain, a dark figure stood alone.

Shi Huai quickly stopped and respectfully said, "Shi Huai, the second steward of Emerald Manor, pays his respects to Mr. Mu."

The surroundings were quiet, and the group of people dared not even breathe loudly when they arrived. The person behind the curtain stood motionless, as if he had not heard his words at all.

"It's like this." Shi Huai had long heard that this Mr. Mu had an eccentric temper and was very difficult to invite, so he immediately said concisely, "My young lady is seriously ill and has sought out famous doctors everywhere, but none of them could help her. Later, a master gave her guidance and told her that Mr. Mu of Meishan has superb medical skills and may have a good remedy. Therefore, my master specially sent us to invite him. I hope Mr. Mu will forgive any impudence."

"Jade Manor?" The man finally reacted, his voice low and hoarse, but it belonged to a woman.

Shi Huai paused for a moment, then said, "Yes." Why is it a woman? Isn't Mr. Mu home?

Who's sick?

He had made himself so clear, yet she still asked who was sick. Shi Huai felt a pang of helplessness, but still answered respectfully, "It's my young lady, Gu Mingyan."

"Gu Mingyan." The person read it slowly. The name that had amazed and captivated so many people in the martial arts world seemed to lose its luster when spoken by her because of the hoarseness of her voice.

Just as Shi Huai was feeling uneasy, he heard the man ask again, "Is she the fiancée of Young Master Wushuang?"

It turned out she did know a little about the affairs of the martial world. Shi Huai quickly nodded and said, "That's right." If it weren't for this sudden strange illness, his young lady would have already married the peerless young master.

“Very good.” The man said, “Go back and tell your master that it’s not difficult for me to treat Miss Gu, but there is one condition.”

Shi Huai exclaimed in surprise, "We've come to invite Mr. Mu."

"I am Mr. Mu."

ah?

The bamboo curtain was suddenly lifted, and a woman in a long black robe appeared before them. At first glance, Shi Huai was startled—there could be such a thin woman in the world!

She was not tall, but because she was so thin, she looked like a bamboo pole. Her long, jet-black hair blended into her robe, making her skin appear very pale.

It wasn't the sickly pale kind, nor the pale white of someone who hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time; it was just a strange kind of white.

Her face was like a piece of white paper pasted onto her cheekbones, with two large black circles on it that were her eyes, as black as ink, looking at you with an icy coldness, devoid of any warmth.

This woman is too thin, and... too beautiful.

Yes, beautiful. It's strange; such a thin face, such stark black and white tones, and a completely expressionless stillness, somehow manage to create a breathtaking beauty. The first time you see her, your heart clenches; the second time, you dare not look directly at her, and can only lower your head.

"I am Mr. Mu," the woman in the black robe repeated. Judging from her appearance, she should only be in her early twenties, but her voice sounded like that of a woman in her fifties.

It took Shi Huai a while to process this shocking fact before he asked, "So... Mr. Mu... what are your conditions?" Calling a woman "Mr." felt very awkward.

Mr. Mu walked to the window. Her walking posture was also very strange, making Shi Huai feel that the clothes were barely held up by a bunch of bones and fluttering. Would they fall apart if the wind blew them away?

"If Young Master Wushuang himself comes to beg me, I will go and save his fiancée."

ah?

Chapter 1

"What? She wants you to personally beg her before she'll save my sister?" In the main hall of Emerald Manor, the young master Gu Yucheng raised his voice, his face full of displeasure.

It was already surprising enough to learn that this Mr. Mu was a woman, but for that woman to pose such a difficult question to him was even more infuriating.

Emerald Manor, along with Seven Mystery Island and Green Inkstone, is known as one of the three great holy sites of the martial arts world, holding a pivotal position. Unlike Seven Mystery Island and Green Inkstone, which are detached from worldly affairs, Emerald Manor is always involved in major events, and thus, in recent years has gradually gained the momentum to dominate the martial arts world. Both the righteous and the wicked in the martial arts world treat them with respect. This Mr. Mu is so ungrateful! Sending the second steward to invite her wasn't enough; he even specifically requested that Young Master Wushuang beg her!

Gu Yucheng paced back and forth in the hall, muttering, "Damn it, who does she think she is? Just some unknown, obscure hermit, yet she dares to ask Wushuang to beg her!"

Shi Huai replied hesitantly, "But Young Master Ye said that apart from Mr. Mu, probably no one in the world can cure Miss's illness."

Gu Yucheng stamped his foot and said, "I don't know if Ye Mufeng is telling the truth or not. Damn it, if only Xue Sheng were still here..."

"Dr. Xue passed away last year," Shi Huai whispered, reminding the young master of this unfortunate fact.

Gu Zicheng was extremely agitated, so he grabbed the tea from the table and drank it.

"Young Master, it's unlikely that what Young Master Ye said is false. In any case, Miss is so ill now, we have to try everything."

“I know we need to try, but the problem is…” Gu Yucheng hesitated several times before finally getting to the heart of the matter, “Can you imagine having Wuhen beg her, having the young master beg someone?”

Shi Huai fell silent.

"Young Master" is a very common title. However, when people in the martial arts world talk about "Young Master," they usually mean only one person.

A secluded inkstone stands amidst the world's hustle and bustle; the young master is truly unparalleled.

"Peerless Young Master," is what the world calls him. His surname is Shui, and his given name is Wuhen, but his real name is rarely mentioned. This is not only because of his noble status, but also because of his extraordinary and unparalleled demeanor, truly deserving of the title "Young Master."

Asking someone like that to beg for help? Anyone who said that would be considered crazy.

So Gu Yucheng felt a headache, a very, very bad headache.

“No matter what, we have to give it a try…” Shi Huai said in a low voice.

This attempt was surprisingly successful without any effort.

After hearing Mr. Mu's unreasonable conditions, the young master remained calm and smiled gently, saying, "In that case, I will go to Meishan."

“But young master…” Shi Huai lowered his head, feeling very ashamed.

"Are you worried I won't be able to get up there?" The young master still smiled. "Don't worry, Liu Ye will go with me." Liu Ye was his personal attendant, whose martial arts skills were among the top twenty in the world. But he was willing to follow the young master and become his servant.

No one was shocked by this, because the person he submitted to was the young master, because the young master did not know martial arts, and because the young master's legs were crippled and he needed someone to take care of him.

It is nothing short of a miracle that such a young master, who is not skilled in martial arts and has a physical disability, is the most respected person in the martial arts world.

Behind every miracle, there are always many stories. The story of the young master could go on for three days and three nights and still not be finished.

The mountains are half-hidden at sunset, shrouded in mist like ribbons; all that can be seen is azure, and all that can be smelled is the fragrance of bamboo.

The three elegant rooms were quiet and silent.

Outside the bamboo fence, the young master surveyed the scenery before him and murmured, "Clear yet not cold, secluded yet otherworldly, truly the best place for a recluse."

Behind him, Liu Ye said expressionlessly, "A minor hermit lives in the wilderness."

The young master sighed, "Willow Leaf, you really spoil the mood." He turned his wheelchair forward, knocked on the door three times, and then paused.

An aged voice came from inside the house, saying, "Is this Young Master Wushuang?"

"Yes. I have come at your invitation, and I hope you will be kind enough to see me."

"Only you are allowed to come in."

Willow Leaf coldly replied, "Wherever you are, young master, I will be there!"

"Oh?" the person inside said calmly. "Then there's no need for anyone to come in."

Liu Ye immediately frowned. What exactly did this Mr. Mu want? Were all these demands just a deliberate attempt to make things difficult?

The young master smiled and said, "Alright."

Liu Ye exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master!"

The young master waved his hand at him, indicating that it was alright, and then pushed open the door and entered.

Because the windows were closed, the room was dimly lit, and the first thing the young master saw was a sword.

The sword lay horizontally on an ebony shelf, its scabbard extremely old, the silk binding on the hilt worn away, suggesting it had been used for many years. For some reason, seeing this sword made the young master's breath catch. He stared intently at the sword, almost reaching out to touch it, when suddenly a voice rang out: "You like this sword?"

The young master turned his wheelchair around, and a woman in black robes stood quietly not far behind him. In the dim light, she looked like a ghost, ethereal yet undeniably real.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but the young master said without changing his expression, "This is a fine sword."

Mr. Mu stared at him, his eyes unusually bright. "Oh, what's so good about it?"

"This sword is three feet and seven inches long. Although it is not yet drawn, its power is already immense, and its chilling aura is overwhelming. It is a sword with a heavy killing intent. Such a sword is not something that ordinary people can wield. Even if they can, it is very dangerous. If they are not careful, they will be devoured by the killing intent on the sword. Even so, it is undoubtedly a rare and excellent sword that is hard to find in a thousand years."

Mr. Mu remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "People in the martial arts world say that you, young master, do not understand martial arts."

The young master smiled slightly, "I don't know martial arts." Not knowing doesn't mean not understanding.

Mr. Mu remained silent for a while, then raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you take the sword down and examine it closely?"

Her words seemed to hold a hidden meaning, and the young master did as she asked, taking the sword down from the shelf. He drew the sword, then froze—

This is a broken sword, with only one-third of the blade remaining. The break is extremely smooth; I wonder how it was done.

The young master gave a wry smile. "Next time, I'll remember to examine the blade before trying to critique a sword."

Mr. Mu did not take the opportunity to mock him, but simply said, "The name of this sword is 'Picking Mulberry Leaves'."