Martial Lord

This night, Wu Xie lived in Zhang's old house in the Central Plains.

The Zhang family took him very easy-going, and even said those intimidating words in a kind and kind way, and the improvement of the Wu family shopkeeper probably lies in the fact that he no longer really thinks these people are kind and kind.

"This is where my brother lives?"

The person who led the way was a handsome young man. He wanted to say something, but in the end he left silently. Before he left, he looked at him with searching eyes.

It was Wu Xie who said he wanted to visit the place where Zhang Qiling lived, so Zhang Ruitong allowed his clansmen to bring him here.

Although Zhang Qiling travels around all the year round and doesn't spend much time in the clan, there is still some Zhang Qiling's temperament left in the house.It is a simple small bamboo building with an inner room and an outer room. Because someone cleans it every day, it is spotless.But it can be seen that the only areas that are really used are near the bed and the window sill.

The house is very high, almost built on a slope. Looking out from the window, you can see patches of tree crowns down the hillside, and the wind blows and rustles.Sitting here, Wu Xie imagined Zhang Qiling sitting here.

He is a contradictory person, good at fighting and fighting, but he is a ninth-class disabled person in daily life. He is really meticulous and unkempt.When he woke up, his hair was messed up, but his eyes were not empty at all, and his face was cautious, as if he had never fallen asleep at all.But when you go to call him, he doesn't say anything for a while, and then suddenly looks at you with doubts after a quarter of an hour, and you think you have offended him.

This Zhang family has a large population, but the livable place is indifferent and lonely, no wonder the little brother doesn't like to come back.

"I don't know if it's too late to escape now."

Wu Xie lay on the table, dragging her chin and muttering to herself.

"It would be nice if the fat man was here."

Wu Xie then straightened her upper body again.

"No, you can't rely on others."

He was frustrated again: "But why is it me? I don't even know martial arts."

Wu Xie felt that Grandpa had miscalculated in this matter. If he had known today, he should have cultivated himself like Xie's family cultivated Xiaohua, and cultivated him into an overall planning talent.Or, the Wu family just raised him up and abandoned him on purpose, to the point where even the imperial court would despise him at a glance?

Wu Xie felt that this matter was really unreliable.

The top priority is to find a way to escape!

Wu Xie began to observe the surrounding environment. Unfortunately, the little brother's bamboo house seemed to be in the deepest part of the Zhang family's fortress. He wanted to go out, but it was as difficult as reaching the sky.

Tsk, he even asked for this.

Suddenly, a light voice came from the roof: "I said, don't you want to run?"

Wu Xie raised his head and met a young man's face on the roof. This was the Zhang family who had led him the way just now.

Wu Xie was not surprised: "Are you watching me?"

Come to think of it, Zhang Ruitong was not as calm as he said, and he sent someone to watch him.

"Don't make trouble for me, it's not my job to spy on you." The young man said this sentence upside down, and jumped down nimbly.He doesn't have the dullness that is unique to the Zhang family, but has the chicness of a person who has entered the world, like a young man who has lived among thousands of flowers.

"I'm just curious about you," he said.

"I?"

The visitor nodded, grabbed the walnuts on the table, and unceremoniously peeled them: "I want to see, patriarch, not the old one, but the former patriarch, what kind of person he valued."

Wu Xie was taken aback: "Zhang Qiling? He mentioned me?"

Brother Young Master stared at him and shook his head: "I don't understand, it's nothing special."

This is a very boring person, Wu Xie told himself, never thought that there is such a person in the Zhang family.But such people are much more popular than those I saw before.

He asked, "Do you know a lot about my little brother?"

"Not too much, not much, a little more than you." The young man took the walnut and didn't eat it, playing with the tips of his fingers flexibly.

Wu Xie was a little disappointed, he really knew too little about the little brother.But out of instinct, he didn't want to ask Zhang Ruitong. In the eyes of that terribly old man, there was no human fireworks, so what he said was rational and almost ruthless.He didn't want to hear those things, because the little brother he knew was a person, not a stone in their mouth.

"I also know a lot about you," Brother Gongzi said, "Zhang Haike has studied you specifically."

That was really creepy.

Thinking of his life experience and the role he played, Wu Xie really couldn't relax.

"But the first time I wanted to meet you was before the martial arts conference." Brother Young Master seemed to have thought of something, his eyes widened.

"Before the martial arts conference, the patriarch returned to Zhang's house for the last time. I was very happy to see that he was safe and sound. But as soon as he came back, he froze with the elders." He looked at Wu Xie, "He refused very strongly You, and even your substitute, were involved only because he thought you should not be exposed to others. What happened later was actually decided by the elders themselves, and there was really no other way but to push Zhang Haike out."

"I actually don't understand why he did this. Your Wu family should be responsible for these things. Your grandfather's deal with the Zhang family was a fraud. It can't be counted. This mess should be your fault." .”

"You may think that the old patriarch is ruthless and wants to push you to die. But have you ever thought that the Zhang family belongs to the snow mountain, and leaving the snow mountain makes their lifespan shorter and shorter. Maybe one day they will even kill ordinary people like you. The lifespan is not as long. Just imagine, if one day you suddenly found yourself turned into a mayfly, how would you feel?"

Mayflies, who live and die overnight, are small and pathetic in the eyes of human beings.

For the Zhang family, foreigners are like this, so they can't accept this matter from the bottom of their hearts, and would rather avoid living in the snow mountain forever.

"In two months, the road to the mountain will be buried by the snowstorm. This is a once-in-a-hundred-year snowstorm. The snow mountain will always close its gates to the outside world, and the Zhang family's family will disappear forever before the eyes of the world. So We have to go back, go back to our homeland. The Zhang clan has been hidden from the world for too long, and the gap between them and other races is too deep. No one will accept our clan sincerely. We have no choice. And you just stand It’s just where you’re standing, what’s wrong with you?”

Wu Xie had nothing to say.

Brother Young Master glanced at him: "But some people just protect you. It doesn't matter if your grandfather is like this, even the patriarch is like this. He thinks you should stay in your own small shop, and never knows how many people have sacrificed for you behind your back. , how many people protect you well, and you will never continue to have heartless and foolish fun. I am X, why?"

"Now the patriarch is gone, and your grandfather is gone. Your second uncle and third uncle are trying to hide you again, trying to make our Zhang family helpless. Wu Xie, you are really lucky, you are really lucky."

Brother Gongzi said two "lucky" in a row, heartbroken, with a sad face, as if he was lamenting something terrible.

"Even now, even now, when you come to your door by yourself like this, there are still people who leave a way for you, and send me, a hero, to save you from fire and water."

Wu Xie didn't turn the corner all of a sudden, thinking he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

The man stood up, with a complicated expression, and said, "There is a secret road behind the bookshelves of this house, which leads directly to the mountain behind the old house. There is a road down the mountain. Your third uncle and the others are looking for you there. So now, You still have a choice, you still have a chance, you see, I was right, you are lucky."

To hell with luck, it's the third one, Wu Xie has heard enough.

He rushed over and grabbed the man by the collar: "Who is it? Who told you to come to me!" Could it be——

"Who else? Whose residence do you think this is?" The other party gave him a blank look.

Sparks almost popped out of Wu Xie's eyes: "Your patriarch? He is now—"

"I don't know." The young master's face also darkened.

"Half a year ago, he came to me and told me that if one day you were trapped in Zhang's house, he would tell you this secret way. I was just following orders."

half year ago……

Wu Xie's hands slipped down.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Brother Young Master walked into the house and patted the partition at the head of the bed: "Here it is, let's go quickly. I also have an explanation to the patriarch." After talking so much, he was thirsty.

Wu Xie stood there, motionless.

Half a year ago, he even thought about this step. He, they, arranged everything for him.So, is he entitled to sit back and enjoy the benefits?Go back to the past, go back to Wu's house, be a small boss honestly, and act like nothing happened?If, just to say if, if the little brother actually still has a glimmer of hope to live, then if he is still the same as before, terrified all day long, is he capable of grasping the glimmer of hope?

Zhang Ruitong was right in saying that he didn't want to be manipulated all the time, he had to change, he had to become another person.Whether a thing is a good thing or a bad thing, whether it is a murderous opportunity or an opportunity, only he can grasp it.If he ascends to this position, stands on a higher place, has more strength, can break the current situation, and get closer to the little brother, does he have the courage?

In the woods, he let Zhang Qiling leave and failed to catch up with him. Now he doesn't know if there will be traces of that person in the road ahead, but even if it is just a little bit of hope, what if he misses it?

Wu Xie suddenly realized that this was his last chance, regardless of life or death, whether he or his younger brother, this was the last chance to protect the relationship between them.

From now on, with the disappearance of the Xueshan clan, the word "Zhang Qiling" will gradually be forgotten in the martial arts world, disappearing from his life, as if it had never appeared before.

Can he accept such a result?

As if in a daze, Wu Xie walked to the window, looking at the lush tree crowns outside.

If he can accept it, he should be reciting poems in the Wu family's school to fight against each other, and he should be drinking tea and watching plays in Wu Shandang's shop, why is he here?

"Little third master?" Brother Young Master urged.

"Tell the people down the mountain to go back."

"What?" The man didn't seem to believe his ears, his eyes widened as if he saw a monster.

Wu Xie turned back: "I won't leave, I will stay."

The answer is already there.

At the moment when I met Zhang Qiling, many things were planted early.He wanted to stay, to see what Zhang Qiling went through, and to see what else he could do for Zhang Qiling.Even if they are destined to die in this life, for the only time in his life, he wants to do something unimaginable, blocking up all the courage for the rest of his life, in order to get so close to that person.

I want to be strong, I want to protect others, even if I live like I am not myself.

Seeing Wu Xie's expression, the son-in-law was a little embarrassed, and explained: "Little third master, what I said just now was just casually, don't take it to heart. It's not your fault when you say it, you don't know anything Victim. The patriarch told me to take you away, so you don’t have to be angry about this matter, you’d better leave quickly, it’s too late.”

"I won't go, I will do what I should do."

Only by doing your own thing well can you have the qualification to protect others.

"You..." The other party saw that he was not joking, and was speechless for a while.

"By the way, what's your name? Have you been following him? Tell me more about your patriarch." As if a dark cloud had been lifted, Wu Xie felt that there was no burden on him anymore, and instead became curious about the person in front of him .

Seeing that Wu Xie had made up his mind, the son-in-law sighed, and muttered, "It's over, this is causing trouble."After a while, the man touched Liu Hai angrily, and said: "I am a foreigner of the Zhang family. I have run around the rivers and lakes with the patriarch a few times, and I don't have a proper name. People outside call me——Xiao Zhang brother, You can call whatever you want."

Coming out of the bamboo house, brother Zhang worked on the roof for a while, curled his lips, and bounced away.

When he came to the main courtyard, his expression sank when he saw the old man in the seat.

"Old man, in this way, he has passed the test, right?"

Zhang Ruitong remained silent.

Brother Zhang didn't go in either, and squatted on the threshold: "I think I did something very sorry for the patriarch, no matter how you say it, the patriarch saved our lives, but I helped the Zhang family push the patriarch's heart. The people who go to the frying pan."

"Old man, what I originally thought was that if he said he wanted to leave, I would really send him away. Regardless of whether you agree or not, anyway, if you are not willing to do this, staying is waiting for death. I didn't expect that he wanted to stay Come down. Tsk, young people are too easily shaken in their hearts, so I didn't say anything."

"What are you going to do?"

It was not Zhang Ruitong who spoke, but a young man dressed as a Taoist who walked out of the curtain behind the hall.

"The patriarch is gone. We all know that his hope of survival is slim. The court has made it clear that they want to deal with the Zhang family. The physical condition of the clan members is changing every moment. We can only leave."

"But, Qianjun, tell me, when the patriarch was alive, the Zhang family didn't give him anything. Now that the patriarch is gone, we have to use the people he values ​​the most. Like me, I think..."

The young man in Taoist robe squatted down next to him: "You don't think you're a thing, do you?"

"What is that, is it a human?" He fiddled with the fly whisk in his hand, "I sometimes ask myself why the Zhang family has become less and less able to integrate into this world after 1000 years. This physique forced us to go back to the snow-capped mountains and never come out. Maybe it’s because we have gained an extraordinary lifespan and the favor of the snow-capped mountains. We are fundamentally different from ordinary people. Brother Zhang, think about it, what is People? There are life and death, joy and sorrow, doing things that you don’t regret as much as possible in a short period of time, that’s a human being, but our Zhang family does everything the other way around.”

So, is it still a "human"?

"Sometimes I feel that this is not a gift from the snow mountain at all, it is a kind of disease. You all think that the patriarch is sick, but I think it is us who are sick. But the Zhang family is very sick, so we can't go back."

Brother Young Master wandered on the threshold for a while, then walked up to Zhang Ruitong who was motionless, and kowtowed a few times: "When did Master leave?"

"A quarter of an hour ago," said the little Taoist.

"It's been more than 200 years, and the old man can be regarded as relieved. Thanks to him paving the way for us before he left, he didn't worry about us, so he survived until now."

It's hard for this person, who has lived for so long, to still look like a person.

"You mean, after the master saw Wu Xie, he felt relieved?" The little Taoist looked at him.

"You should also go get in touch with him." Little Brother Zhang turned his head and smiled, "It's quite interesting to be alone. I was worried at first, but you said that our patriarch has a disabled personality. What if he becomes blind again? Do it. Fortunately, although the shopkeeper is a bit lazy, he is not bad."

The Taoist was a little surprised: "The kid really wants to stay?"

"Well, it's not just him," Brother Zhang stood up, "I'm not leaving either."

Before the Taoist priest could speak, Xiao Zhang said with a smile: "He needs to have a helper. The patriarch is such a caring person in his life. Let's help if we can. Anyway, I am a foreigner Zhang, and I have a helper on my body." There is no unicorn, and I am afraid that I will not be blessed when I go back to the snow mountain, so forget it."

"Where's your mother?"

"Your mother!" Little Brother Zhang finished cursing, only to remember that Zhang Haiqi was indeed his mother in name, and they didn't scold him. "Oh, my mother, it's my mother. She is in her own charge, let her do it, and I don't need me to take care of it anyway. What about you?"

"I'm going back to the Snow Mountain with my clan. I'll go back first, maybe I'll come to the gate, and I don't want to go in, so I'll come back and look for you."

Brother Zhang nodded, he stood up, looked at the old man who had lost his breath of life, bowed again, and said: "Let's go, let's deal with the old patriarch's future generations, and hurry up to flatter the new head." In the future, we orphans in the Central Plains will have to hang out with others."

"You still have a mother, what kind of orphan are you?"

"...you talk more."

That night, the Zhang family's old house was full of gongs and drums, and Wu Xie was awakened by a loud gong under the window.

It was only later that I found out that this was someone from the Zhang family who had passed away. The 200-year-old was a happy funeral.

Wu Xie couldn't tell what kind of feelings he felt when he thought of the old man who had been chatting with him a few hours ago and died in peace.The long-lived ethnic group, the extension of the snow-capped mountains, the shackles of generations, the heart of this ethnic group is something that people with short lives like them will never be able to understand.

But listening to the thundering gongs and drums, the sound of joy overflowed, as if he had really broken out of the huge cage, even he, a mortal, was also moved.