In the early morning, the sky was gray and the Song family manor was already bustling with activity.
For the Song family, today is a good day, it is the seventieth birthday of the head of the Song family.
All the big shots invited recently will come to celebrate my birthday.
The entire manor was hung with red lanterns, making it look extremely festive.
The candles burning in the lantern are made of special materials and emit a refreshing fragrance when burning.
"ah……"
Ye Jiuzhou walked out of the door and stretched.
There was a lot of commotion outside, which disturbed his peaceful dream and made him unable to sleep.
"Well!"
I saw a man kneeling in front of the door, carrying a sword behind him, with a handsome face and a pair of deep eyes as sharp as an eagle.
It’s Song Wushuang!
"Are you trying to bully me by blocking me so early in the morning?" Ye Jiuzhou teased.
"Master, accept me as your apprentice!"
After Song Wushuang finished speaking, he kowtowed with a "dong dong" sound on the ground in a ceremony of apprenticeship.
Looking at the stubborn young man on the ground, Ye Jiuzhou shook his head helplessly and refused bluntly.
"Let's go, I won't accept you."
Hearing this, Song Wushuang was dumbfounded, and the people who were hiding in the dark and peeking were also confused.
Yesterday, Ye Jiuzhou was enthusiastic in giving advice, but today he became cold and confused.
Song Wushuang, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and asked blankly.
"Are my qualifications too low to be your apprentice?"
"No, you have unique insights into swordsmanship."
"That means I didn't work hard enough?"
"No, after ten years of sharpening a sword, you will have the toughness of a sword wielder."
Ye Jiuzhou answered all questions and spoke highly of Song Wushuang, but he refused to accept him as his disciple.
Song Wushuang was confused and asked again: "Senior Ye, please tell me the reason why you don't accept me?"
If you want to die, you have to die clearly!
"Because you are very talented in swordsmanship, I can't accept you."
The reason Ye Jiuzhou gave seemed a bit lame, and others thought it was an excuse.
Then, he continued to explain.
"You practice swordsmanship by observing the stone wall, but the sword moves you realize are different from ordinary people. This is your swordsmanship."
"If I teach you step by step, it will only lead you astray and will do you no good."
"And what I can teach you was taught yesterday. You can only walk the next road on your own."
To be honest, Ye Jiuzhou was very optimistic about the young man in front of him and looked forward to his future growth, otherwise he would not have said so much.
"Thank you, I understand!"
Song Wushuang kowtowed three more times on the ground before standing up.
Regardless of whether the other party is willing to accept him as his disciple, he will still be grateful for the encouragement.
Not far away, those watching secretly were both surprised and impressed.
They didn't expect that Song Wushuang, a stubborn donkey, could be persuaded so easily.
In the past, I would not get up without kneeling for ten days and a half.
Ye Jiuzhou turned his head, looked around the corner, and said.
"Come out, stop hiding, your tail is exposed."
"Where's the tail?"
Song Qingrong said instinctively, and then found out that he was exposed, so he walked out with his head lowered.
Behind her, and the entire man, looked pale.
"Mr. Ye, I failed to teach you the right way, and I am here to apologize to you for Da Qiang," the man bowed and said apologetically.
This man's name is Song Wutian, and he is the father of Song Qingrong's three siblings. He is plagued by serious illnesses.
"Ahem!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wutian coughed violently again. He quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and a few drops of blood were printed on the handkerchief.
It looked like he was about to die soon.
"It's all in the past, why bring it up?" Ye Jiuzhou was not a stingy person and waved his hand casually.
As long as the other party doesn't seek death in front of him, he won't bother to cause trouble.
"Thank you, cough!"
Song Wutian looked happy and very grateful.
Not long ago, the head of the Song family told him Ye Jiuzhou's promise, and now that the other party is willing to clear up the past grudges, he can smile happily.
"Dad, let me help you go back. The doctor said you can't move around too much," Song Qing said softly.
Tears were already welling up in her eyes!
Ye Jiuzhou looked at the backs of the three people leaving and felt compassion.
"I was shocked to have all the meridians in my body, and my energy went backwards. It's a miracle that I can survive to this day."
"But depending on your condition, you can live for at most one month!"
With just one glance, you can see the crux of the problem.
"Dad, is it true?"
When the siblings heard this, they asked anxiously in unison.
"Haha, it doesn't have to be like this, isn't there still a month left?" Song Wutian saw through the situation and was not angry.
He was quite tolerant, but his two children were so anxious that they almost cried.
"I have a method that can help you extend the time," Ye Jiuzhou said.
Telling the other person's problems is not just for fun.
"Plop!"
"Mr. Ye, please save my dad."
The siblings immediately knelt down and begged.
"Oh, get up, why are you kneeling again? If you have something to say, please talk to me," Ye Jiuzhou stretched out his hand to pull the two of them up.
He has already spoken, so he will naturally take action.
As the saying goes, help people to the end and send Buddha to the West. After all, he is also a father. This scene reminded him of his daughter.
If one day he blows out the lamp and pulls out the wax, Ye Buhui will also be very sad.
"I beg Mr. Ye to help me with my treatment. If I need to get a place in the future, I will do whatever you want," Song Wutian said hopefully.
"It's just a good relationship. Besides, it's not a cure. It may be more like torture."
Ye Jiuzhou revealed some information and watched the other party's attitude.