Yusui Chang'an

Chapter 1295 Grand Master
Carefully stroking the patterns on the peach wood sword, Master Yao's years of suppressed longing began to crack. He restrained his trembling breath and instructed Yan Shu:

"Go guard the gate and don't let anyone in."

Noticing that Grand Tutor Yao had a strange look on his face, Yanshu felt uneasy and wanted to stay. However, after Grand Tutor Yao urged him to do so, he glanced at An Zhixian who was keeping his eyes down and silent, then walked out of the room and closed the door.

Seeing Ling Shi standing under the green plum tree, Yan Shu became curious and went up to him to talk and ask some questions, wanting to know what An Zhixian was doing here.

Ling Shi responded to every word, but he knew nothing about anything. Yanshu could only stop thinking and paced at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the closed door from time to time.

Inside the house, as the sun rose higher, the sunlight was divided into beams by the window lattices, reflecting on the side face and neck of Master Yao, moving slowly.

"Where did you get this sword?"

Upon hearing this, An Zhixian slowly raised his eyes and looked carefully at the elder in front of him, whom his father treated as his own father. The sunlight made his silver hair and wrinkles particularly clear.

These traces of time, and the farewell after many years of separation without the mask, made An Zhixian's nose sore and tears spread uncontrollably.

He could still control himself in front of others, but when facing the Grand Tutor, who treated his father like his own son and himself like his own grandson, and with whom he had many beautiful memories, An Zhixian could not control his turbulent emotions.

The emotions that had been suppressed in my heart for many years suddenly burst out like a volcano, filled with great grievances. All the words I had prepared were stuck in my throat and I couldn't utter a word.

When Grand Tutor Yao saw that he had asked a question, An Zhixian's eyes suddenly filled with tears. He stared at him and sobbed without saying a word. Just as he was about to ask more questions, he was shocked by An Zhixian's words "Grand Tutor".

Although An Zhixian's voice was very low, Master Yao could hear thunder exploding in his ears. He clenched the peach wood sword tightly and widened his eyes in disbelief:

"What did you call me just now?" An Zhixian was choked by the surge of emotions, and felt a dull pain in his heart. He stood up and knelt in front of Master Yao:

"Grandpa Taishi, please forgive me... this unfilial descendant... Chu Chengxian... I have not seen you for a long time, but I only came to recognize you today."

Master Yao's breathing stopped, and the cicadas in the courtyard seemed to chirp in his ears, which made his heart agitated. The peach wood sword slipped from his palm and fell in front of An Zhixian's knees.

After a while, Master Yao gradually regained consciousness due to the discomfort of holding his breath. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath:
"You said...you are...Xiao Qi's virtuous son?"

An Zhixian raised his head, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. He gritted his teeth to suppress his cries, and nodded heavily at Grand Tutor Yao through his tearful eyes.

Master Yao looked at An Zhixian's appearance carefully, and the more he compared it, the more he found that he looked like his favorite student. He was overwhelmed by great surprise, but also by panic and fear.

He was afraid that An Zhixian was sent by someone with ulterior motives to test him. He was afraid that he had recognized the wrong person and would be sorry for his students. He was even more afraid that all this was a lie and he could not bear to have his hopes dashed.

Restraining his excitement, Master Yao stared at An Zhixian and asked:

"What evidence can prove your identity?"

An Zhixian swallowed his saliva to ease the tightness in his throat, picked up the peach wood sword, and spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of tears:
"Back then, when my father was planting the green plum tree outside the gate, Grand Master Taishi was standing by and made me this peach wood sword with a dagger that had just been used to kill fish...

My grandson complained about the fishy smell and asked you to change the knife. My father scolded me for being spoiled, but you protected me and said that I should be more precious because of my noble birth. Then, you changed the short sword that my royal grandfather gave you for self-defense and made this sword for me.

For so many years, my grandson has always been by my side, please take good care of him."