After hearing the sound, Zhang Ling slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a landscape, with clear water flowing down from the waterfall, lush trees growing tangledly all around, and the sounds of birds, animals and insects being as clear as Che had once done. The turbid mood was very calm at the moment.
Zhang Ling, who was immersed in the landscape, was suddenly awakened by a cry.
"Zhang Ling, why are you so dazed!"
Instinctively he looked towards the sound and saw two teenagers staring at him.
Zhang Ling didn't scream, because just when he suddenly appeared here, or when he regained consciousness, a memory flooded into his mind. There is nothing special about this memory. It is just the memory of a teenager with the same name as him who lived for more than ten years. Unfortunately, Zhang Ling in his memory lives exactly the same life as his own, except that his parents died since he was born. He has always been raised by an uncle who is engaged in business but does not take care of him. It is better to say that he is an uncle and a nephew. It is better to say that he has a promising brother. Otherwise, with that uncle who does not care about the world, he really doesn’t know what he is doing now. How depressing the situation would be, not to mention that despite being rich, one can now look at the mountains and listen to the waterfalls.
The one who spoke just now on the left looks a bit carefree. His name is Huang Hao. He does some rice and grain business at home. The one on the right is holding a folding fan with painted ink landscapes. He looks a bit elegant, but in fact he is more like a gentle scum. His name is Jiang Wen. His father is Jiang Wen. The eighth-rank official and the master register can be regarded as rich and noble, and the family background is comparable, so that he can become the best faxiao. If not, it would be difficult for the three of them to have a single word in this life as their personalities are so different from each other.
When Huang Hao wanted to call Zhang Ling again, Zhang Ling cut him off by yelling: "Stop yelling, it's going to deafen your ears."
After a pause, he continued, "I don't know. I've asked Zong Chentian many times, but he didn't say anything."
The person Zhang Ling was referring to was the person who had been raising him, and the three of them were discussing Zhang Ling's parents. For more than ten years, Zhang Ling only knew that his father was named Zhang Mingze and his mother was named Yun Yanxia. Zhang Ling also asked for more news about his parents. Although they could not see each other again, as a child, they always wanted to know more about Yan Ci to make up for the regret of never meeting each other in life, but Zong Chentian said nothing about it. So much so that the neighbors all regard Zhang Ling as Zong Chentian's illegitimate son. The strange thing is that Zong Chentian has never been married. There is no need to hide if he has a child, right?
"Forget it, it's not early today, let's go back first." Jiang Wen was the first to say.
Zhang Ling gave up and said: "You go back first, I will lie down for a while."
Seeing Zhang Ling's reply, Jiang Wen looked at Huang Hao and signaled to leave.
And the reason why Zhang Ling didn't leave was because someone seemed to have told him to wait a moment? I don’t know where the sound came from? Can't you hear the two people next to you? Watching Jiang Wen and the others leave, slowly, above the waterfall, an old man in white robe jumped down and landed steadily next to Zhang Ling, as if he had some immortal spirit.
Zhang Ling asked first: "Where is this? Why am I here?"
After a pause, "Who are you?" Subconsciously, Zhang Ling was sure that he appeared in this place inexplicably and had something to do with the person in front of him.
The old man smiled at Zhang Ling: "Don't be anxious, little friend, I will tell you slowly."
The old man suddenly paused.
"Because it's useless for you to be anxious, hahaha." The old man teased Zhang Ling, and this also shattered Zhang Ling's profound image of him on the spot.
The old man coughed twice: "Okay, I won't joke with you anymore, I'm here to answer your questions."
"This is your heart, but that's not necessarily the case. This is also the place where my heart is unfinished. It's not the so-called dream, nor is it what you call across time and space."
Hearing such an answer, Zhang Ling was speechless.
"As for why you appear here, do you remember that meteorite?" the old man explained again.
After hearing this, Zhang Ling finally understood the cause and effect.
"Then how should I leave?" Zhang Ling looked a little nervous. He was afraid of being trapped here for the rest of his life. After all, it was not reality.
"Leave? How many people have been around in the past and present? How many people are as lucky as you? In the confusing years of life, you can go out for a walk without any cost. And don't you think you also need a reason to live now?"
At this moment, Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, and then looked like he had suddenly come to his senses, but he seemed a little hesitant.
"This is your heart. You don't have to worry too much. Even if you live here for tens of thousands of years, it will be just a dream outside." Before Zhang Ling could finish speaking, the old man answered.
The old man raised his hand again to cover Zhang Ling's eyes. After a moment, Zhang Ling felt relieved, and an unprecedented sense of relief came over him. The next moment, the old man slowly put down his hand, and Zhang Ling opened his eyes. What he saw was everything in detail.
Then he looked up at the old man and asked in surprise: "What is this?"
The old man explained with a smile: "The Eye of the Heart, as for its function, you will know later."
Then he took out a few books and held them in his palm.
The old man put his right hand on the book and said to Zhang Ling: "These are about some people and things, as well as some martial arts that I have seen enough."
Wu? Sword traveling dragon? Cutting mountains and rivers with a knife? Zhang Ling, who was still worried about these books, suddenly felt happy. It seems that the world is not as boring as reality! Otherwise, it would be impossible for the old man in front of him to come down so lightly from the 100-meter-high mountain.
"Senior, if you just give me a book, I won't be able to practice it. Why don't you teach me two moves first?" Zhang Ling suddenly became aware of current affairs. He was very disdainful of people just now. After hearing about transcendent force, he suddenly became Speak respectfully and then push forward.
"It's okay." The old man waved a few punches casually, and the waterfall suddenly exploded, and the pool below also surged, causing water to splash on the ground.
Zhang Ling smiled bitterly and said: "Senior, if you teach me these things now, I won't be able to learn them!"
The old man remained silent and just threw a book to Zhang Ling. After Zhang Ling took the book, he opened it and read it diligently. For Zhang Ling, who had seen through the road ahead, he no longer wanted to look through the book. This was still the first time. I became interested in books again.
After a long time, Zhang Ling came back to his senses from the book and asked: "By the way, senior, I still don't know how to call you?"
"I'll see you again in the future. I'll tell you when the time comes." As he spoke, the old man jumped away.
"Tch, if you don't want to say it, don't say it! You still have to pretend to be mysterious." Zhang Ling whispered in a low voice.
"I heard it!" There was a hint of smile in the reply.
Zhang Ling's heart dropped and he looked up at the sky again. The full moon was rising in the west and the stars were twinkling.
"Oops, it's too much."
Afterwards, Zhang Ling put away the treasured books and left.
…
Luochuan County, this is where Zhang Ling grew up, and he has not taken a step here for more than ten years.
To the north of Luochuan County, the Zongfu is located here. Zhang Ling walked to the gate of the Zongfu, looked up at the two big words, and then looked at the luxurious decorations around him, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face. .
"Well! With such a wealthy appearance, my brother is really up to his game!"
The door was open. Zhang Ling knew at a glance that it was reserved for him and walked in. Just as he was closing the door, a question came from behind.
"Why are you back so late?"
Zhang Ling turned around and saw that the person speaking was none other than Zong Chentian, a man of the same generation as his parents who were approaching his age, but he looked like a mature boy, but his whole person exuded a calm aura.
Although Zhang Ling already knew it from his memory, he was still a little surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. Zhang Ling thought that if he put some makeup on him, he might have to become brothers with him.
After a moment, Zhang Ling came to his senses and replied: "I went out to read today and overslept." He would not tell the real reason, but even if he did, he would not ignore the coffin face.
Zong Chentian didn't ask any further questions, waved his hand and told Zhang Ling to go back to rest, then turned and walked away.
After living together for more than ten years, the relationship between Zhang Ling and Zong Chentian is still subtle, but if you think about it carefully, it would be strange for a bookworm and a coffin face to really laugh and laugh.
