Chapter 80: The Final Farewell!
Sword Forging Manor, nowadays the servants walk on tiptoe, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Afraid that the Manor Lord will fly into a rage.
Nowadays, Sword Forging Manor has almost become a laughingstock in the jianghu.
There’s only one reason: Manor Lord Thousand Gold Zhao Jingjing Miss!
Right now in Sword Forging Manor also lies “son-in-law” Ye Chunsheng, the renowned Meteor Sword, now lying on the bed clinging to life and refusing to take his last breath.
Several servants gathered together, all extremely indignant about “son-in-law” Ye Chunsheng’s plight.
“Sigh, the son-in-law is young and already made such a great reputation in the jianghu, even the Manor Lord treated the son-in-law like his own son, how did it come to this?”
“Miss is really… too muddle-headed.”
“That day I saw it clearly, Miss wasn’t kidnapped at all, but rather…”
“Shh, forbidden to speak! Last time the Manor Lord heard servants gossiping and had them beaten to death with random sticks.”
“We just feel the son-in-law shouldn’t have ended up like this, the son-in-law is mild-mannered and extremely kind to the servants too, yet he ended up like this…”
The servants didn’t dare discuss it further.
This matter has already caused a huge uproar in the jianghu.
Although Sword Forging Manor publicly claimed that Zhao Jingjing was kidnapped by the “Jade Flute Young Master,” there is no wall that doesn’t let wind through in this world.
The jianghu is already full of rumors.
Everyone in the entire Sword Forging Manor admires Ye Chunsheng.
But Ye Chunsheng has fallen to this state.
“Right, according to the doctor, the son-in-law shouldn’t have lasted this long, but the son-in-law has always refused to take that last breath, who exactly is he waiting for?”
“No idea, the son-in-law is an orphan with no relatives, who could he be waiting for?”
“Now the son-in-law is just hanging on by a thread and won’t close his eyes, sigh, I don’t know when this torment will end…”
Just as the servants were discussing in low voices with heavy hearts, suddenly, an unexpected guest arrived outside Sword Forging Manor.
Black clothes, conical hat, long saber, and a head full of white hair!
Moreover, his whole body was as cold as ice.
“Who are you looking for?”
People from Sword Forging Manor blocked him.
“Take me to see Ye Chunsheng.”
Ji Qing’s tone carried a chill.
“To see the son-in-law? I need to report to the Manor Lord…”
Before the words were finished, Ji Qing’s figure flickered.
“Whoosh”.
Ji Qing directly leaped over the guarding Sword Forging Manor disciple, grabbed him, and shuttled through Sword Forging Manor like a dragonfly skimming water.
“Thud”.
Ji Qing casually tossed the Sword Forging Manor disciple to the ground.
He had already arrived outside Ye Chunsheng’s room.
“Stop!”
At this time, Sword Forging Manor disciples wielding sharp swords surrounded him one after another.
Ji Qing glanced at these people, but his footsteps didn’t stop, continuing toward the room.
“Boom”.
At the same time, Ji Qing unleashed a trace of saber momentum’s might.
Just that trace of might was like Mount Tai pressing down, making dozens of Sword Forging Manor disciples unable to move, their hearts filled with terror.
They could only watch wide-eyed as Ji Qing walked step by step to the room outside.
“Bang”.
Ji Qing kicked open the door with almost one foot.
A thick medicinal fragrance hit him in the face.
Ji Qing frowned.
His gaze instantly fell on the figure lying on the bed in the room.
Even with such a big commotion, the figure on the bed showed no reaction.
Ji Qing quickly walked over.
He saw that the one lying on the bed was none other than Ye Chunsheng!
Only, he was different from the Ye Chunsheng Ji Qing had seen a year ago.
That Ye Chunsheng was full of vigor, like a treasured sword emanating sharp edge.
Everyone knew Ye Chunsheng would soar to the skies sooner or later and dominate the jianghu!
But now?
Ye Chunsheng lay on the bed, pale-faced, breathing faintly, with bloodstains on his clothes.
Moreover, his body was shrouded in deathly aura, with only a thread of vitality left.
A person like this should have died long ago.
But Ye Chunsheng was still alive.
He seemed unable to take his last breath.
Finally, Ye Chunsheng slowly opened his eyes.
He saw the familiar figure by the bed.
Black clothes, conical hat, long saber, and a head of strange white hair!
Astonishing Swan Saber Ji Qing had finally come!
“Ji… Mister Ji, you’ve finally come…”
Ye Chunsheng said weakly.
“Why haven’t you taken your last breath yet?”
“In this state, you should have died long ago.”
Ji Qing’s expression showed no change, and even his words were extremely cold.
But Ye Chunsheng wasn’t angry at all, instead smiling faintly: “Mister Ji, I’ve been waiting for you. How could I take my last breath if you haven’t come?”
Ji Qing didn’t speak, just stared intently at Ye Chunsheng.
He didn’t even ask what exactly had happened to Ye Chunsheng.
It wasn’t important.
Listen to the Wind Tower must know all the news.
Ji Qing had come this time just to see Ye Chunsheng one last time.
If Ji Qing had friends in this jianghu, it was undoubtedly Ye Chunsheng.
Even though they had only met a few times.
But friendship lies in heartfelt connection.
Ji Qing knew what Ye Chunsheng was thinking at a glance.
Likewise, Ye Chunsheng knew what Ji Qing was thinking at a glance.
That’s friendship!
“Speak, your last words.”
Ji Qing’s tone was very cold.
But Ye Chunsheng didn’t mind, staring tightly at Ji Qing and saying word by word: “Mister Ji, promise me, don’t kill her!”
Ji Qing naturally knew who “her” was.
“Worth it?”
Ji Qing stared into Ye Chunsheng’s eyes.
“Of course worth it! My mother gave me life, Mister Ji taught me the dangers of the jianghu, Sword Forging Manor let me achieve success and fame, and she let me feel beauty… No matter what, I respect her choice.”
Ye Chunsheng’s expression was very serious, his tone very sincere.
Especially, Ji Qing could clearly sense that Ye Chunsheng truly harbored no hate in his heart!
This young swordsman with a sincere heart had suffered such a “great humiliation,” even with life hanging by a thread, yet still harbored no hate in his heart.
Ji Qing didn’t know if Ye Chunsheng was foolish.
No, Ye Chunsheng wasn’t foolish.
Ye Chunsheng knew everything, understood everything.
But he still didn’t hate.
Toward this jianghu filled with darkness, Ye Chunsheng’s sincere heart showed no change.
He was friendly to everyone.
He was full of passion for jianghu life.
Ye Chunsheng had also kept his original promise.
When he met Ji Qing again, his sincere heart remained unchanged.
“Back at Hanging Temple, I once warned you that you don’t suit this jianghu.”
Ji Qing even felt that Ye Chunsheng practicing sword in the countryside for a lifetime, never setting foot in the jianghu, would be his best destination.
“Mister Ji, I’m already content. The jianghu gave me everything, what reason do I have to hate the entire jianghu? Promise me, don’t kill her…”
After a long time, Ji Qing nodded.
“Alright, I won’t kill her!”
Ye Chunsheng smiled.
His hand gradually drooped down.
“After I die, I want to return to my mother’s side, where the mountains are full of flowers, spring will surely be beautiful…”
Ye Chunsheng’s voice gradually faded.
In the end, it completely lost all breath.
