Sword energy spans a hundred thousand miles The grass and trees in the mountains are dead, and the beauty in the dust speaks of the vicissitudes of life.
The grass and trees in the mountains are dead, and the beauty in the dust speaks of the vicissitudes of life.
When the sun rises, its bright yellow light is always warm. The two of them faced it, like a sieve, shivering...
There was no preparation last night. The fire was extinguished early. Zhou Yeqing and the old man had to deal with the cold wind all night long. Maybe this was the price for messing around in other people's temples.
"It's all...it's all your fault. It's okay for you...what are you doing...with other people's flags? Children's families are just mean..."
Listening to the old man's complaints, Zhou Yeqing twisted his mouth and trembled even more fiercely.
"You're still holding a pig and sleeping under someone's altar. Why don't you say it's your fault? I did say it after all~"
The two of them were on the top of the mountain, even though their legs were entangled like noodles, they still kept trying to blame each other.
The rising sun was so slow that Zhou Yeqing couldn't bear the cold. His teeth chattered in his mouth and he breathed out a breath of white air.
"Old man, can't you cast a spell? If you keep doing this, I might not be able to survive."
The old man's face was also stiff from the cold, and there were ice flowers on his beard. He trembled and glanced aside, where Zhou Yeqing squatted there like a quail.
"This is retribution, what do you think it is? If I can fight it, I will shoot the sun down and hold it for you. Just stay well."
"Then how long do we have to wait~"
"The sun is pure Yang fire, just wait until it rises~"
"Last time you didn't tell me that I too... am pure yang or something. You also said that peeing can relieve yin energy. Does it work now~"
Zhou Yeqing's mouth was numb with cold. As soon as he said these words, his body suddenly felt a little cold again, and ice particles appeared on his eyelashes. Just when he was about to ask the old man if he felt cold too, he saw the old man.
He immediately squatted down, his face turned blue from the cold.
"Do you think it's useful?"
"Hehehe~ No."
"You bastard, watch your mouth. If you talk nonsense again, we will have to explain it here today..."
On the top of the nameless mountain, everything is waking up, but two "quails", an old man and a young man, are squatting on the stone. Half of the old man's clothes are gone, and a large piece is missing from his waist, as if he is wearing a long-sleeved vest.
The little one, who was wearing a gold-rimmed Buddhist mantra, was surrounded by people. Those who didn't know it thought it was a layman Arhat coming out of Buddhism.
"Old man, where are you going?"
Yesterday the old man said that he wanted to travel down the mountain. He has been in the mountain for decades. Now he is free and wants to live his true self.
“I don’t know~ It’s up to you wherever you go.”
"Back then, you said that as long as I helped you, the Song Sect would definitely not treat me badly. Did that still count?" Zhou Yeqing still wanted to study at the Song Sect.
The old man heard Zhou Yeqing's question and understood his thoughts. There was some regret in his eyes. However, everything has its own destiny and cannot be forced. The old man didn't say anything more and just said: "Of course it will count."
Zhou Yeqing's mouth was stiff, as if he was smiling, but it was ugly enough.
"Old man, thank you for protecting me all the way, but I still have something to do, so I want to go to Songzong to learn my skills, so let's leave it at that."
The old man didn't speak. He looked at the rising sun and nodded, which was a response. Zhou Yeqing was also too cold to bear it, so he hugged himself and became quiet.
In the middle of the day, the old man stood on the mountain, looking at the young man waving to him on the way down the mountain, feeling reluctant and sentimental. It wasn't that he didn't want to keep this bastard, but he often saw the word fate. They met several times and it was fate.
, but the gangster is determined to be in Songzong, so this fate has become a flowing fate, and cannot be forced.
"If he looks back, he is destined to be with me. If not, he is a bastard, so take care of yourself."
Zhou Yeqing came down the mountain road, holding the bronze gourd given by the old man in his hand. He was very happy. With this token, he could become a member of the Song Sect. Li Wanrong's extraordinary methods that day were still vivid in his mind.
"Mom, after I learn my skills, I will definitely come to you."
Just like this, Zhou Yeqing arrived at the village without even realizing it.
The old man stood on the top of the mountain, watching the figure of the bastard disappear gradually, with a look of regret on his face. He took off the gourd and was about to feel sad, but he caught a glimpse of the figure of the bastard running out in the distance again, holding the wine gourd in his hand.
The old man was surprised, but then he became frightened.
"Hurry! Catch him, the pig thief is coming down the mountain!!!"
"No! This is just a little pig thief! The old pig thief carrying the pig is still at the top of the mountain!!!"
"Hurry! Let's run away! Release the dogs! Release the dogs!"
Zhou Yeqing ran back along the mountain road howling like a ghost. From time to time, he looked back and saw men, women and children in the village holding sticks and carrying hoes, rushing up the mountain again in a menacing manner.
"I didn't steal it! Please let me go~"
Zhou Yeqing ran and shouted, trying his best to identify himself.
"You didn't steal it, why are you running away?!" an aunt in the village said, out of breath and with her hands on her hips.
Zhou Yeqing turned around with a grimace, and when he saw the big sticks in everyone's hands, he ran faster!
"Why did you say I ran away?!"
The old man stood on the top of the hill, looking at the young man who was being chased by a group of villagers but never fought back, and smiled with satisfaction.
"The sword of the strong always faces the stronger. For the weak, the sword is broken when it is lifted."
The wine gourd rose up in the air and blew out a breath of joyful wind. In an instant, the old man on the mountain disappeared, and the young man who was being chased on the mountain road also disappeared. Only a group of people were left looking at the empty mountains around them, looking at each other in confusion.
Above the nine heavens, a black and white gourd was flying among the clouds, and someone was talking inside.
"Wai~ Old man, where are we going?"
"Well...I don't know either."
"No! I still have to go to Songzong, so just leave me."
"Why are you so persistent in going to Songzong? I can teach you the old man's skills, too?"
"Teach me? Are you going to teach me to drink, or are you going to teach me to carry other people's pigs in the middle of the night?!"
"Huh?! Rotten wood cannot be carved! The old man has so many magical powers, and this is all you see?"
"What else?!"
"Why don't you become my disciple, and I will ensure that you are not weaker than the disciples of Song Zong in the future, how about that?"
"Will you give me this gourd?"
"Um...no~"
"That's inappropriate!"
"Hehehe~ I have put you in the gourd now, you can't escape~"
"Hey~ what are you doing! You bastard, let go of my beard~ let go!"
"Oh ho ho ho ho..."
The black and white gourd swayed for nine days, disappearing in the clouds, but the voices of the old and the young never stopped.
...........
The young eagle has grown up, the young has grown taller, the grass and trees in the mountains have died, and the beauty in the dust speaks of the vicissitudes of life.
The street was noisy and lively, and a restaurant was even bustling with people, but there were also discordant sounds mixed in.
"Why is this old man here again? He came to drink even though he had no money, and he made such a mess." The shopkeeper looked at the drunken old man in the corner, making a mess, and said in disgust. He kept asking the waiter to get him out.
The young man was very embarrassed when he heard this, and he hesitated to go up. This old man has been here many times, and he is so drunk every time. But, he still has some skills, and the young man in the store is always attracted by him.
tease.
"Shopkeeper, why don't we wait for his young apprentice to come? It would be bad if we went up to chase him and disturbed other customers."
The shopkeeper glanced at the packed restaurant, then looked at the old man leaning sideways, sighed, flicked his sleeves and left. Before leaving, he said in a low voice: "Ask that boy for more table money!"
The young man bent down and nodded, greeting him repeatedly, for fear of offending the boss. He didn't raise his head until the store owner left, glanced helplessly at the drunken old man, and then went back to work.
It wasn't until the afternoon that a young man came from a distance. When the boy saw him, he was overjoyed and ran out without wiping the table.
"Brother, you are here, my eyes can see through it."
The young man was dressed in simple clothes and did not look rich. He was more than eight feet tall and majestic. His face was handsome but not refined, but his eyes were bright and he had a sense of arrogance. At this time, he seemed to have just finished a fight. He had many
There is dirt and there is still redness and swelling on the joints of my hands.
When he came closer, the young man didn't say much. He took out the money from his pocket and handed it over, then entered the restaurant and went straight to the drunken old man.
"Wai~Old man, get up!"
The old man who was lying on the table trembled when he heard the young man's voice, and then he sat up with red eyes.
"Done? Look at you, a bastard has made you look disgraced. It's so embarrassing."
The young man glanced sideways at the old man, reached out and grabbed the cup in front of the old man, poured the wine inside, and poured a cup of hot tea over to him.
"What can I do? That bastard bit the dog's soul and refused to let go. I couldn't break his mouth, so he crawled into the ditch."
The old man curled up his beard and looked at the wine being poured. He glanced at the young man somewhat complainingly, but he didn't say anything. He picked up the hot tea and took a sip unhappily.
"So it means it's not done yet?"
"Um."
"It's okay! Let's see my master go and find a place for you!"
The old man stood up suddenly, but he was still drunk after all. He was staggering and about to fall down. Fortunately, the young man's quick eyesight and hands quickly caught him.
"Old man, are you okay? Don't go and add food to others then."
When the old man heard the young man's sarcasm, the old man became anxious, threw away the hand being supported, and said repeatedly: "Additional vegetables?! I'm not bragging, we have to drink a bowl of bastard soup tonight! Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep...
..."
After the old man finished speaking, he walked out of the restaurant. The young man first smiled apologetically at the young man. Looking at the messy place, his head ached. He touched his arms for a long time, then took out some money and handed it to the young man.
Dude.
"Friend, I'm sorry."
After sorting out the old man's mess, the young man left the restaurant, but as soon as he came out, he suddenly had a headache.
The old man got drunk and went crazy on the street. He hugged a woman's feet and called her a female Bodhisattva, shouting that he wanted to show her the whole picture?!
The woman's legs were hugged and she was so anxious that she almost cried.
"Ah!!! Old gangster!!!"
The young man put his hand on his forehead and pretended not to see it. This was too embarrassing. Let him go. But he heard the old man shouting: "Disciple, come quickly! Pack this female Bodhisattva away and give her a bowl of bastard soup later."