Although Tashi's house is dilapidated, the scenery near their home is beautiful.
Every morning, Meng Xiuyuan went out to practice martial arts. When he opened the door, he saw the clear blue lake. The lakeshore was winding, and on the wet sand and gravel, white waterbirds flew up from time to time.
At the end of the vast lake, there are mountains of snow-capped mountains, towering and towering, with their snow-capped tops reaching straight into the sky and becoming one with the white clouds.
There are no other Tibetans living near Tashi's home. There is only a lamasery on a hillside not far from the northwest. The sound of drums and chanting can be heard from the temple every day, especially the low sound of the drums.
It's so powerful that it can sometimes be heard even in Tashi's house.
Meng Xiuyuan usually practices Qigong in order to be clean, and usually walks farther along the lake, so that the road happens to pass by the hillside where the temple is located.
He goes out early every day and comes back late every day. Occasionally he will see an old lama wearing a red cassock on the hillside, sitting on a pile of rocks, holding a double-sided drum in his hand, beating it a few times from time to time, and whispering
He was mumbling some scriptures that Meng Xiuyuan didn't understand.
Looking at the body shape from a distance, one can see that this old lama obviously has profound martial arts knowledge hidden in him. Moreover, whenever Meng Xiuyuan walks by, the old lama's eyes will be fixed on him.
Therefore, Meng Xiuyuan specifically asked Tashi about the old lama, but Tashi only said that he was a respected master with a very respected status. There were many disciples in high positions. When they got older, they devoted themselves to practice and lived in seclusion.
Here, I beg Meng Xiuyuan not to disturb him.
When Meng Xiuyuan heard what Tashi said, it was natural that he didn't want to ask any more questions, and seeing that the old lama didn't look hostile, he simply ignored the matter.
After all, he only stayed here to treat Kelsang's illness, and there was no need to cause trouble for him and Tashi's family.
Although the couple Tashi and Yang Jin lived in poverty, they devoted themselves to Meng Xiuyuan and always tried every means to make Meng Xiuyuan's life more comfortable.
The period of stay at Tashi's house was the most comfortable time Meng Xiuyuan had ever had since he set out on his westward journey.
The brother and sister, Gesang and Dawa, were also very cute. Meng Xiuyuan felt comfortable and relaxed when getting along with them.
Earlier, when Meng Xiuyuan and Tashi's family had not gotten to know each other well, Gesang, the eldest daughter, was the one who had the least distance from Meng Xiuyuan.
Perhaps it was because she was born mute and could not communicate with others verbally. When facing Meng Xiuyuan, who did not speak Tibetan at the time, it was easier for her to understand each other's meanings.
Many times, she was the first to understand the unclear meanings between Meng Xiuyuan and her parents, and then relayed them to Tashi and Yang Jin.
Of course, although it sounds a bit shameless, another big reason why the two became familiar with each other in the first place was actually because of Meng Xiuyuan's handsome and unrestrained appearance.
Gesang, a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, naturally has a tendency to judge people based on their appearance.
On the second day after Meng Xiuyuan moved into Tashi's house, after he took a good bath in the lake and took care of his appearance, the way Gesang looked at Meng Xiuyuan was obviously not as fearful as when he first met him.
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Since I was born, I have never traveled outside the hundred-mile radius of Gesang. Apart from family members, I have not seen many strangers on weekdays. Most of them are just passing herdsmen and traveling traders, who are exposed to the wind and sun on the plateau.
How can a man who is devastated and sleeps in the open all the time be good-looking?
This time, I suddenly met Meng Xiuyuan, a handsome and handsome young man from the Central Plains with red lips and white teeth. Naturally, I felt a good impression of him. It was hard to imagine that he was a bad person.
In addition, Meng Xiuyuan was usually gentle with others, and his temperament, which was a mixture of past life experience and Wudang practice, was much more relaxed than the people on the plateau, so Kelsang quickly dropped his guard against him.
During that time, having Kelsang bridge the gap really helped Meng Xiuyuan a lot. The remaining three people in the family gradually became less afraid of him, and accelerated his integration into the life of Tashi's family.
But later, as time went by, Meng Xiuyuan and Tashi's family gradually became familiar with each other, and they also learned Tibetan. When the other three became more and more familiar with Meng Xiuyuan, Kelsang seemed a little shy.
Some were reluctant to contact Meng Xiuyuan.
Every time she saw Meng Xiuyuan coming back from outside, she would secretly see him at the door, and would quickly hide in the corner of the back room where Meng Xiuyuan could not easily be seen.
When her parents asked her to carry the meal to Meng Xiu, she always pretended not to hear and went to the lake to wash clothes.
Only every night, when Meng Xiuyuan was doing Kelsang's meridians, the two of them had to sit cross-legged opposite each other on the bed. She had nowhere to hide, so she had to turn her head to one side, too shy to look at Meng Xiuyuan.
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Meng Xiuyuan didn't pay much attention to this, but when he was doing exercises to heal his injuries, in order to avoid the awkward atmosphere, he would chat with Gesang from time to time to relieve his boredom.
Of course, the so-called "chatting" must have been him talking and Kelsang listening. The two's hands were facing each other because of their luck, and it was hard for Kelsang to make any gestures with him.
Meng Xiuyuan is not a particularly good storyteller, and most of the time he just says whatever comes to mind, so the content of the chat is very messy.
Sometimes it's his experience of learning martial arts as a child, sometimes it's the fun stories he had with his master and brothers on the mountain, and sometimes it's his experience of chivalry and righteousness after he came down from the mountain.
But no matter whether it was interesting or not, Gesang would always listen to it with gusto. Sometimes when it got to the point where it was exciting, she would forget to be shy and stare directly at Meng Xiuyuan with a pair of big, flowing eyes, full of anxiety.
I wish I could cure my throat immediately, so I opened my mouth and urged Meng Xiuyuan to continue talking.
Just because everything mentioned by Meng Xiuyuan is far away and magical to Gesang, she may never have the opportunity to come into contact with it in the rest of her life.
In addition, what makes Meng Xiuyuan interesting is that among the many stories, the ones Gesang likes to hear the most are actually those about Meng Xiuyuan's heroic deeds.
She is such a soft and frail little girl, but she actually has a heart to punish rape and eliminate evil. Whenever she hears excitement, her whole body involuntarily exerts strength, and her little brows frown tightly, as if
We should also help fight those bad guys.
A period of time passed like this, and little Gesana's shyness when he saw Meng Xiuyuan finally got better. He neither avoided him nor dared to look up at him.
The only difference from before was that little Gesang fell in love with listening to Meng Xiuyuan's stories. Even when she was not healing, she would pester Meng Xiuyuan whenever she saw that he was free.
In return, Meng Xiuyuan never knew when, every time he returned to the room at night, he would see a small cluster of fresh wild flowers next to his pillow.
Meng Xiuyuan didn't pay much attention at first, just thinking it was a little girl picking it up for fun.
Later, when Yang Jin was cleaning up the room for him, he met her and told Meng Xiuyuan that this was the famous Gesang flower in the snow area, which happened to have the same name as little Gesang.
Yang Jin, who usually rarely talks and is used to hiding behind her husband Tashi, met the flower this time and had a rare chat with Meng Xiuyuan.
She said that the reason why the Galsang flower is famous is not because of how precious it is. On the contrary, the Galsang flower is actually a wild flower, and it does not refer to just one kind of flower, but there are different varieties in different places in the snowy area.
, but they are all called Gesanghua.
What is truly valuable is the meaning behind it.
The word "Kesang" means "good time" and "happiness" in Tibetan. In the eyes of Tibetans, the Kelsang flower is also a holy flower that symbolizes love and luck.
Yang Jin said that recently, he often saw little Kelsang running out all day long, rain or shine. He didn't know what she was doing. Only now did he realize that she was picking Gesang flowers.
She guessed that little Gesang might have wanted to tell Meng Xiuyuan that it was her happiest and happiest day since he came home.
Meng Xiuyuan didn't say anything when he heard this, but his heart felt warm for a long time.
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After another two or three months of such warm and quiet days, little Gesang's health got better and better, and he could already make a few sounds in his throat.
Tashi and Yang Jin were very excited when they heard their daughter making a sound for the first time in her life. They couldn't help but kneel on the ground and kowtowed to Meng Xiuyuan for a long time. Even their youngest son Dawa was very excited and chased after little Gesang "
"Ajie, Ajie" she shouted, as if she was competing to see who could speak better.
During this period of time, Meng Xiuyuan's own martial arts also improved a lot. After sorting out his previous insights, he not only gained a lot more understanding of boxing and kicking skills, but he also slightly improved the "Physical Fitness Technique".
In the past month, the meridians in Kelsang's throat have reached the most critical moment before they can be opened. They need to use Zhenqi to break through the final blockage one after another in an explosive manner. Therefore, they cannot exercise Qigong frequently and need more time to practice each time.
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Meng Xiuyuan's "Physical Fitness Technique" also felt that it had reached a subtle state. He secretly felt that he had accumulated enough. He was only one step away from taking this "Physical Fitness Technique" to a higher level, which required a long period of concentrated attempts.
Combining the two factors, Meng Xiuyuan simply decided to live by the lake where he practiced Qigong on weekdays, practice day and night, and come back every few days to help little Gesang try to stimulate the meridians, and also take some rest himself.
As of today, it has been five days since Meng Xiuyuan returned to Tashi's house for a rest, and he has reached a bottleneck in his practice of "Physical Fitness Technique". So he thought about going back to help little Gesang heal his injuries, and maybe come back next time.
Then "Physical Fitness Technique" can make a breakthrough.
Unexpectedly, when I returned to Tashi's house this time, everything changed.
When he walked to the door, he smelled the smell of blood in the room, frowned and rushed in quickly.
When I entered the house, I saw that everything was in a mess. The only furniture in the house was smashed to pieces.
Yang Jin was holding the little Dawa, whimpering, while Tashi was covered in bloodstains from being whipped, and was lying on the bed almost dying.
In the house, little Gesang was the only one missing.
Meng Xiuyuan thought the situation was not good and hurriedly asked what happened. Unexpectedly, none of the three people in the family were willing to answer him.
Yang Jin still buried his head in Xiao Dawa's arms, crying muffledly, muttering "It's too late, it's too late" on his lips. But Tashi closed her eyes and trembled all over, gritting her teeth, no matter what
Just didn't speak.
Meng Xiuyuan was so angry that he was about to scold them when suddenly there was the sound of drums from the direction of the lamasery outside the house.
The sound of the drum was as low and powerful as usual, but those who listened felt chilled all over.
As soon as Yang Jin heard the sound of the drum, he cried even harder. He couldn't help but raise his head and wanted to say something to Meng Xiuyuan, but his mouth was covered by Tashi who suddenly got up from the bed.
The two almost struggled on the bed, and this happened to allow little Dawa to break free.
The little Dawa ignored his parents who were fighting behind him, and stared at the direction of the drum sound outside the door with his little eyes, listening very engrossed. After a long time, he suddenly pointed in the direction of the drum sound and shouted:
"Sister, sister!"
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and his whole body felt as if he was struck by lightning. In an instant, every hair on his head exploded: