World of Honor

Su Baiyi’s mind gradually came to his senses, and he carefully looked at the woman in front of him, who claimed to be Nangong Xi’er. He finally remembered, “It’s you… We met twice in Twilight City and Apricot Blossom Village. You are Feng Zuojun’s senior sister!”

“Now you are also my junior brother.” Nangong Xi’er picked up the long sword beside her and held it in front of her. “What a lucky night it is, to have such a fate to pledge. Have you heard this song?”

“Junyu Sword!” Su Baiyi exclaimed happily, and quickly took the sword from her. “Yes, my master loves to sing this song when he gets drunk, but he doesn’t sing as well as you do. Sometimes he even sings with tears and sobs, and at the end he has to dance with his sword, always making a mess of the yard.” Su Baiyi noticed that Nangong Xi’er’s eyes, which were like water, suddenly moved slightly, as if a calm and windless pool was suddenly disturbed by a stone and rippled. He immediately stopped talking.

There is a story here. Su Baiyi had a voice shouting in his heart.

“Tears and sobs?” Nangong Xi’er murmured softly.

It must be a romantic debt. I knew it! Su Baiyi sighed in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand. “This girl, oh no, Nangong senior sister! I don’t like my master’s romantic temperament either, and I often scold him for it. Under my supervision, he has been much more stable these years…” Su Baiyi said while watching Nangong Xi’er’s face getting worse and worse, and his voice also got lower and lower, “The debt has its owner, my master’s affairs have nothing to do with me. It’s not my fault.”

“Is his temperament really that romantic?” Nangong Xi’er asked.

Su Baiyi thought carefully and said, “My master said that he passed through the flowers without touching a leaf, I guess he is only good at being romantic with his mouth. I don’t know what my master did to you, Nangong senior sister… Something romantic?”

Nangong Xi’er was stunned at first, then sneered, “Do you think that your master, Xie Kanhua, and I have any romantic past?”

“Is that not the case?” Su Baiyi awkwardly pursed his lips, thinking that he had guessed wrong.

Not far away, two young men who were eavesdropping looked at each other. Feng Zuojun scratched his head helplessly, “Should we save him or not?”

Xie Yuling glanced coldly at Feng Zuojun, and after a moment of silence, he said, “Let’s save him.”

After Su Baiyi said that sentence, Nangong Xi’er had been silent with her head down. Just when he was a little confused, a thick hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. Su Baiyi turned his head and saw Feng Zuojun’s exaggerated smile.

“Oh my, you are finally awake, you made us worry so much. You slept for so long, you must be hungry. Come on, I just roasted a rabbit, eat it up–” Feng Zuojun pinched Su Baiyi’s shoulder hard. “We have a lot of things to talk about!” After saying that, he didn’t wait for Su Baiyi to reply, and dragged him out of the carriage.

Xie Yuling whispered to Nangong Xi’er, “Senior sister. I just went around to explore, and it seems that no one from the academy has followed us. I guess Li Gui has stopped them. If we go further, we will reach Xuande City…”

Feng Zuojun pushed Su Baiyi to the side of the carriage and sighed, “I’ve always been told that I’m not good at talking, but I found out that you are even worse than me, and you also like to talk too much.”

Su Baiyi was still confused. “What did I say wrong?”

“I ask you, how old is Xie Kanhua?” Feng Zuo Jun asked.

Su Baiyi thought for a while. “If my master didn’t lie to me, he should be thirty-seven.”

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“Then how old do you think senior sister is?” Feng Zuo Jun asked again.

Su Baiyi thought again. “Twenty-six?”

Feng Zuo Jun’s eyes widened, and he immediately rushed forward, covering Su Baiyi’s mouth with his hand, and whispered, “I told you not to talk nonsense, so don’t talk nonsense. Why are you so loud? Do you want to die?”

Su Baiyi was suffocated, “No…isn’t it you who asked me? Could it be that…I guessed wrong?”

Feng Zuojun let go of his hand. “How old are you this year?”

“I just had my birthday last month, and I’m eighteen now.” Su Baiyi replied.

“I’m twenty this year, and Xie Yuling is nineteen. You have to call us brothers.” Feng Zuojun then changed his face and lowered his voice. “And the reason why senior sister is senior sister is just because she joined the academy earlier than us. She was seven when she entered the academy, and now ten years have passed, she is only seventeen, and even younger than you by one year. Do you think she would have any romantic affairs with your master at her age?”

“What? Seventeen?” Su Baiyi exclaimed.

“I told you to lower your voice!” Feng Zuojun glared at Su Baiyi. “I know, senior sister’s appearance is indeed the kind of beautiful and charming one, not like a seventeen-year-old girl. And senior sister…” Feng Zuo Jun suddenly licked his lips, and his right hand made an up-and-down motion. “These parts of her body, ha, they have developed really…really well, it’s hard to avoid causing some misunderstandings.”

“You’re drooling, wipe it off.” A faint voice came from behind them.

Feng Zuojun quickly reached out and touched his mouth, and said solemnly, “I was just explaining to Su junior brother that senior sister is very sensitive about people getting her age wrong, nothing else! Xie Yuling, why did you come here alone, where is senior sister?”

“Senior sister said she wanted to be alone for a while.” Xie Yuling turned his head and looked at Nangong Xi’er in the distance.

Nangong Xi’er looked up at the moon in the sky and whispered, “Mother, just now that young man said he also often sings that song, and he also cries when he sings it. Is he really as you said, never forgetting us?”

Su Baiyi saw Nangong Xi’er’s dazed figure, and also frowned slightly.

What he didn’t say just now was that every time Xie Kanhua got drunk and danced with his sword after singing that song, he always lay alone in the yard, looking at the moon in the sky, and kept whispering a name.

That name also had the surname Nangong. Nangong Yuwen.

With a “thud”, a bamboo sword hit Su Baiyi’s shoulder, interrupting his thoughts. He turned his head and saw Feng Zuojun who suddenly attacked him. “What are you doing?”

Feng Zuojun’s mouth curled slightly, “I’ve solved the problem of senior sister’s age for you, now how about we settle our accounts between us?”

“What accounts do I have with you?” Su Baiyi was a bit annoyed. “Isn’t it just that I saved Qing Yilang first in Twilight City? We’re both saving people, what’s the difference?”

Xie Yuling narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Feng Zuojun. “It seems I guessed right, he really doesn’t remember anything.”

Feng Zuojun shook his shoulders, and his bones crackled. “He doesn’t remember? But my bones still hurt a lot. They remember for me.”