How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

Shui Fengqing laughed almost wildly, clenched the sword in his hand, and suddenly used his inner strength to stab the sword into the bluestone beside him.Three of his twelve meridians have already been severed, and there is a conflict with the internal force that the man in red inexplicably penetrated into the heart meridian. The anger exploded, his eyes blurred, and he staggered two steps back to the edge of the cliff.The Taoist robe was once again soaked in blood, Shui Fengqing's fingers trembled, and a layer of ashes appeared on his face.

All his internal strength was crippled by himself.

Asking the way home was the one who was really surprised, he hadn't expected such a situation at all.Shui Fengqing just looked at him, laughing until her shoulders trembled.Maybe it's not a smile, but a pain?

He saw a huge black shadow flying towards the sky from a distance, and only then did he realize that it was a golden eagle.

"Ask about the way home..."

He looked at the expressionless face, saw his astonishment clearly, and then whispered:

"Half-life love, stop here."

Then he jumped, and the golden eagle just grabbed him with two claws.Wen was startled on the way home, and subconsciously chased after two steps, but saw a red shadow coming from nowhere, and its figure fell vaguely on the broad back of the golden eagle.

"Go back and tell those idiots," the man turned his head. He was so far away that he couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt that he was smiling when he asked on the way home, and there was arrogance in that smile—"This kid, I'm going to save my life!"

Master seems to be getting old all of a sudden.

Since the matter was fruitless, all the righteous people went down the mountain and returned, and the matter finally came to an end.After sending off the last person on the way home, and returning to the main hall, I suddenly had such a feeling.

Their master is not a very strict person, it can even be said that he is a very kind person.Although the name is "Yueqing", he is actually a happy person.People who love to laugh make people feel younger, so when I asked about the way home, I only saw the tiredness on Yueqing's face when I looked up after I had finished talking about Shui Fengqing's self-abandoned martial arts and was taken away by the golden eagle. .

"The man in red?" He said slowly, "Okay... I see."

Looking at Master's appearance on the way home, I felt sour in my heart, and my mind didn't seem to be clear.Yueqing looked at his appearance, suddenly with a smile on his lips, he waved to him:

"Tuer, come."

Asked about the way back, he stepped forward, so Yueqing stretched out his hand, and suddenly flicked him on the forehead: "Tu'er, don't be too horny."

Huh?

Asking about the way home with a look of perplexity, Yue Qing stretched out his hand to ruffle his neat hair, and said with a smile, "Since you have not yet completed the eighth level of the sword formula, you should have some enlightenment, probably When you are cutting off the seven emotions... Tu'er, since you are determined to pursue the way of swordsmanship, you have been comprehending the principle of "the Dao is ruthless" day by day. "

Asking about the return journey, he quietly waited for Yueqing to continue, so Yueqing continued with a smile in his eyes: "The Dao is ruthless, and the world is born. The world is not benevolent. It is not that human life is ignored, but all living beings are equal. Dayu's water control should be sparse and not blocked. Tuer, you still What else do you want to say for the teacher?"

It seems to understand, but also seems to understand nothing.

"You...you still have a way to go." Yue Qing patted his head and straightened his hair again, "Laugh a lot, you know? I'm afraid I won't be able to walk with you for a long time as a teacher, you ..." He sighed slowly, "Don't worry, just, don't make Master feel uneasy."

"Master, this disciple will live up to the reputation of Jianmen!"

"Tuer," Yue Qing suddenly laughed again, "Don't you like reading poems? Don't you like Du Zimei's poems the most? How come you even forgot the wonderful lines you always like?"

Yes……

He was slightly startled when asked about the way home, but Yue Qing just shook his head and waved his hands: "You are tired too, go back and have a rest. As for your Junior Brother Qing...it's okay, it's okay."

no harm?Why doesn't it matter?Asking about the way home, I felt that my heart and mind were in a mess, until I walked out of the hall in a daze, only to find that snowflakes had fallen outside again.

Standing under the eaves, he looked up and saw the snow falling from the sky.Cangshan bears snow and bright candles to the south of the sky. The ancients have seen it, and people today have seen it too.It's just that the ancients have gone far, but the mountains are still gray.The same is true for Jianmen. The master and disciples have changed from generation to generation, but it is still here.The snow never seems to stop, falling from thousands of years ago to today.

"—Er Cao's body and name are all destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be ruined through the ages."

He looked at the sky full of snow, and gently read this poem.

Two years later.

From summer to autumn, except for the sea of ​​bamboos that are still green, the thirteen peaks of Jianmen are all yellow in autumn.Last summer, Master Leqing passed away, holding a bunch of newly picked lotus flowers with a smile when he left.Now a year has passed, and it's time for busy autumn again, but on the way home, I meet a woman outside the mountain gate.

A very beautiful woman, but also a very ugly woman.

There is autumn water in her eyes, clear and enchanting.She has a graceful figure, but her face looks as if it has been burned by caustic soda, as ferocious as a Shura ghost.She covered her face with a bamboo hat, but at this time she was still holding a sleeping baby in her arms.

On the way home, he only knows how to turn over and sit six times, but this child is being held in Esmu's arms at this time, so he doesn't know how old it is.Esmu seemed to see his ignorance, and lowered her head slightly:

"his."

Who this "he" refers to, of course I know when I ask the way home.However, he blurted out subconsciously:

"It's really his?"

He swears that he said it unintentionally, and there is really no other meaning.Esmu frowned, raised her hand and slapped him across the face.There was a crisp sound all over the body, and both of them were stunned.

Then it was Esmu who broke the silence first, breathed a sigh of relief, looked up again and asked about the way home:

"Who do you think I am? If you don't believe me, then I'll kill him now!"

"No, no!" Asking the way back, he finally had time to react and snatched the baby from her hand.The child seemed to be awake, but he couldn't speak yet. He watched and asked about the way home, and babbled twice.

Asking the way back seemed to be at a loss, and flustered for a while, but the child didn't cry out, but looked at the way back with big eyes, as if he didn't understand who this person was.Esmu stood with her hands down, obviously not concerned about the child——

"I'm leaving Snow Wolf Castle, that's why I gave birth to him. Before I don't want to throw him away, I'll send him to you earlier."

On the way home, he finally held the child firmly, but Esmu seemed a little bit disappointed, and moved forward to adjust his arm: "You should go up a little here... Well, that's it, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable and move."

After all, he stood too far away from the child.On the way home, he looked at the child, and asked Esmu again, "Aren't you... going to find him?"

Esmu looked at him quite meaningfully, with a sense of questioning whether you are stupid.So he thought about it on the way home, not to mention that he doesn't know where Shui Fengqing is now, even if he really saw Esmu and the child, he might have to slap them to death.

Or maybe not, who knows how good he is now...

Asking about the way home, he looked at Esmu again: "What about you? Where are you going?"

"Whatever you want." Esmu replied, "I just want to leave Snow Wolf Castle, the rest doesn't matter."

On the way home, I really want to ask her, can I do anything to leave Snow Wolf Castle?Is it okay to have a baby and ruin this face again?

Probably, he doesn't understand women...

"Aren't you very good at medicine?" He thought for a while, and then said, "A few days ago, Doctor Mo passed away, and there is still a shortage of doctors in Jianmen..."

Esmu looked at him suddenly with intriguing eyes: "Can you tolerate me?"

"Since Pindao is a monk, he should be merciful." Wen Huitu replied, "A pair of orphans and widows, Jianmen can still afford it."

Esmu still looked at him, and nodded slightly for a while.So Wen went home holding the child and walked slowly up the steps of the mountain gate, and asked Esmu again: "What's his name?"

"What's the name for a tool?" Esmu asked casually, and added, "Since you like it, you can choose one for him."

Asking about the way home was a short pause, looking at the child's clear eyes like autumn water and glass:

"Since it is raised in Jianmen, let's use Jian as the surname."

As he spoke, he looked up and saw the autumn scenery all over the mountain.As soon as the wind blows and leaves the mountains fall, there is a tendency to shake the mountains.However, beyond the mountains, the autumn sky is blue, and at first glance, the sky is high and the clouds are broad——

"The name... just take the word 'Qianshan'. Luomu Qianshan has a great sky, I hope this child will grow up and down in the future, and can be an open-minded person...it's not like us."

After he finished speaking, he carried the child and walked up the one hundred and four steps in front of the mountain gate step by step.

"Master, master, why is there one hundred and eight sufferings in the world, but the mountain gate has one hundred and four steps?"

"Because... birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can escape."

"Master can't escape too?"

"Yeah, Master can't escape." Asking the way back, he looked at the child who could run and jump, with kindness and tenderness in his eyes, "Me too."

What's more, he was so tired in this life, he was too tired.