Chapter 207 Do you still have a room? [For the Winter Seventh Alliance Leader 1]
With a smile on his face, Zhao Changhai reached out and pushed open the window, obviously wanting to see more clearly.
As soon as the window opened, the cold wind blew in, and snowflakes fell softly on Zhao Sihai's wrinkled face.
The apprentice next to him was shocked when he saw this.
"Master, the weather is cold and your old body will not be able to handle it... you'd better close the windows."
"Need not."
Zhao Sihai let the snowflakes fall on his face. Once he had that thought, he felt the cold wind blowing on his face. Instead of feeling cold, he felt as if his relatives were touching his face.
He closed his eyes, with a look of enjoyment on his face, and said calmly: "I only like snow in my life."
The expressions of the disciples next to him were full of anxiety.
I like snow... This is not surprising. All of Mr. Zhao's disciples know this, but the old man's body can't hold it.
"None of you have studied under me for more than a year. Why do you have to travel so far this time and work so hard..."
Zhao Sihai sighed and said: "Speaking of which, I didn't teach you anything. Apart from verbal instructions, I can't even give you a few demonstrations. I really don't deserve the title of master."
Several disciples stood up at the same time, bowing their heads solemnly: "What we learn from the master is not just martial arts."
"Following the master, we learn to understand more, how to behave in the world, and how to understand the world."
"Although we are not lucky enough to be with Master all the time, in less than a year, we have gained a lot, which can be used for a lifetime. Even if we are broken into pieces, we will not be able to repay the cultivation that Master has given us."
"Master Wanwang calms down and waits here for the arrival of the miracle doctor. Even if it only allows his body to recover a little... our brothers can feel more at ease."
Zhao Sihai gave a bitter smile and said calmly: "I don't want to keep my apprentice by my side for too long. What I'm afraid of is the fetters."
"As people get older, their feelings tend to be fragile, and they are more likely to be biased because of this bond. People's hearts are crooked, and it goes beyond just words."
He looked at the snowflakes outside the window in a trance, and said softly: "If I say something that will hurt your heart, I will not teach you for a longer time because I am afraid that you will replace Ah Da and Ah Er...their position in my heart. I will do the same.
Afraid, afraid that one day, the warmth and prosperity of this world will erase them from my heart."
"That is my greatest pride, greatest comfort, and also the person I miss the most and feel the most guilty about."
"I want to keep them."
Zhao Sihai stroked his chest with his hand, looked at the snowflakes outside the window, and solemnly said as if he was swearing: "I will keep them here forever and stay in my heart forever."
Several disciples stood solemnly, with expressions of admiration on their faces.
Finally, the oldest one, a middle-aged man in his forties, said: "Master, can you believe that if the beast tide breaks out again, we will not hesitate to follow you and fight fiercely at the four customs again!"
"Even if we are buried in the wilderness and buried in the mouths of beasts, we will have no regrets! None of us is a coward!"
Several disciples raised their chests one after another.
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Zhao Sihai sighed and said: "They should not have died, just because they called me master, and I, the master, rushed forward... they could only rush forward."
"I would rather that you are neither civilized nor capable of martial arts. I would rather that you live an ordinary life, meet each other in this mortal world, see a few more years of prosperity, and enjoy a few more years of peace."
Zhao Sihai turned back, looked at several disciples with turbid eyes, and said: "You must live up to your youth while you are young. When you should be frivolous, be frivolous. When you should be chic, be chic. Don't be like me."
"Don't waste this life."
"Yes, I will follow Master's teachings."
"Today, keeping our master healthy is our greatest wish, as well as our greatest pride and frivolity."
A young disciple said.
"Hey, idiot."
Zhao Sihai stopped talking. After being lost in thought for a while, he stretched out his hand to welcome the snowflakes falling outside the window.
His hands were skinny and dry, leaving only a layer of fleshy skin wrapped around thin bones. The so-called chicken skin with gray hair was nothing more than that.
Watching the snowflakes falling on his fingers, quietly melting little by little, Mr. Zhao's face actually showed the joy of a child.
Feeling the cool feeling seems to penetrate into the bottom of my heart and embed into my soul.
"Master, after the war that year..."
A young disciple hesitated for a long time, and then quietly squatted down in front of him, raised his face, looked at the master with admiration, and asked in a low voice and uneasily: "...Have you ever regretted it after that year?"
The middle-aged man's expression changed: "Xiao Qi! What did you say!"
But Zhao Sihai laughed and said: "What are you talking about? It's human words! This is a good question!"
He looked at Xue with a confused look in his eyes: "If you want to say regret... how can you not regret it? From then on, for decades, every moment, day and night, there was no time when I didn't regret it."
"It's the kind of regret that breaks your heart, but it's too late!"
His white beard was trembling, and there was not much hair on his head. He was also trembling, and he murmured: "Who is not a human being? How can a human being be careless? Who can not regret it? My wife, my fourth concubine,
Eleven sons, twenty-three daughters-in-law, more than sixty grandchildren, hundreds of great-grandchildren... Fourteen daughters, sons-in-law, more than thirty grandchildren, twelve hundred disciples... not a single one is left.
ah!"
"A loner, am I not a loner?"
"Watching them fighting, bloody, roaring, injured, bleeding, falling down and struggling in the tide of beasts, and then stopped moving, and then the bodies were bitten in sections... and finally disappeared..."
"These are all happening in front of my eyes, I can see them..."
"Do you regret it? How can you not regret it?"
Zhao Sihai murmured, his old face was blank, but his eyes were far away, as if he had returned to that day again.
Hear the heroic screams of his disciples.
"Master, we will not retreat!"
"If we retreat, it's over!"
"Everyone else has evacuated. If we evacuate again, the people behind us will be doomed!"
"Master, I am learning martial arts from you just for today!"
"I won't retreat! How can I retreat when I keep saying I want to protect my family and my country?"
That was the screams of his disciples when he ordered them to retreat.
He seemed to see the endless tide of beasts in front of him, smelled the pungent fishy smell, and saw the disciples rushing out from behind him.
After beating one monster after another to death, the corpses piled up like a mountain, and then this disciple was eventually submerged in the tide of beasts, with no bones left.
I thought that if I work hard all my life, I will have great achievements all over the world and cultivate countless talents.
Never thought that in just one battle, all... all the disciples would be killed.
The old man did not admit that the few disciples who escaped were his disciples.
Even though I would come back to see myself every year, I would kneel in front of me and cry my heart out.
He doesn't blame them. Before life and death, everyone has their own choices.
But he would never admit that these few who escaped from battle were still his disciples.
"It's not that I don't want to acknowledge you, but I can't acknowledge you. If I still acknowledge you, your underground brothers and sisters will feel unfair!"
"Let your senior brothers and sisters enjoy this fairness. They have no life left, this is all they have."
"You go away and don't come back again."
But those people still come every year, even several times a year.
It's snowing heavily.
Falling gently.
After a long, long time, his confused thoughts returned to his body, and he murmured: "How can we talk about death in such a good year?"
It seemed that he was speaking to the disciples in front of him, he seemed to be speaking to the disciples who had sacrificed his life, and it also seemed... that he was speaking to the disciples who had escaped back then. His voice was unusually indifferent.
"Wait another three days, and then we can go back."
Zhao Sihai leaned on the chair tiredly: "You have done what you want. Now Yuezhou City is a place of right and wrong, just like a hodgepodge. People from all over the Anping Continent are gathering here. As long as there are more people
, it is inevitable that there will be disputes and disputes, not to mention the fact that this was an incident provoked by someone with ulterior motives, a trap aimed at the miracle doctor."
"Anyone with a discerning eye doesn't know, but some people don't want Da Qin to have this miracle doctor."
"That's why this happened."
"But who is willing to give up this life-saving straw? Knowing that he will be trapped in this game and reduced to a pawn in the game, he still keeps coming and going. This is human nature!"
Zhao Sihai said calmly: "Our coming here is tantamount to setting up a trap for the miracle doctor. With my identity and past reputation...my arrival will not only add to this game, it will simply add to the problem."
You are just using your past reputation to intimidate others!"
"I, Zhao Sihai... don't even bother to do such a thing. My disciples shouldn't do it."
His eyes suddenly sharpened, he looked at several disciples and said: "Wait three more days, then your filial piety will be fulfilled. After three days, we will leave Yuezhou."
"Master!"
"After three days, if you still insist not to let me go back, then... just carry my coffin back."
Zhao Sihai said extremely firmly.
"Yes, Master. We will go back together in three days, no matter whether we succeed or not."
The middle-aged disciple wiped his eyes and agreed in a dumb voice.
The other disciples also lowered their heads secretly.
All the disciples are well aware of their master's character. He speaks like the wind, and he always says what he says, and it never gets easier.
They also know that there are many people seeking medical treatment in Yuezhou at this moment. Their status is higher than that of their master, and the forces behind them are even more powerful. There are many of them. Those people have been waiting in Yuezhou for so long, and the miracle doctor has not shown up yet.
.
Just three days, what’s the use?
The so-called three days of waiting, but how is it different from announcing now that there is no hope?
However, the doctor who has been taking care of Master has made it clear that the ten thousand-year-old red fruit that has protected Master's body has reached its end.
Master's lifespan is only a year and a half at most.
what to do?
Do you want to watch your master pass away?
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the front.
"Is there any room available here?" a clear voice asked.