The beggar struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was the warm spring room that often appeared in his dreams during the days in the prison. Everything was still so familiar. On that desk, the teacher once taught him how to read. Wen, but at this moment, there was a man sitting upright with a warm smile.
"woke up."
The young master is still as gentle as jade. There is a small stove on the table, and the silver charcoal is beeping softly in it. On the small stove, there are teapots and refreshments that make people salivate. Realizing that the beggar has woken up, the young master puts down the teacup in his hand and gently He spoke softly.
"My benefactor...I...are you...dreaming?" Xu had been tortured in that dark prison for too long, and had experienced a life-and-death struggle in the barbican city. Beggar still couldn't believe it. After seeing everything in front of me, I looked at the gentle young man putting down the tea cup, and then he realized what he saw and said numbly.
The young master chuckled when he heard this, stretched out his long white palms to twist the tea tweezers, and turned the tea cakes on the small stove one by one. Then he poured two cups of tea from the pot, turned his head to the beggar and said, "The serious injury has not healed yet. You can't eat raw food for nourishment. I put some medicinal materials in this tea, which is good for your body. Come and try it..."
Hearing En Gong's words, Beggar hurriedly stepped forward and stood up, but he pulled the wound on his chest. Severe pain came and almost made Beggar fall out of bed. However, Beggar did not speak due to the pain of the injury. If there is a look of joy on his face and he can feel the pain, it is not a dream, it means that he has really escaped from the dark prison that is like the land of Yama, like the urn of hell.
Looking down, he saw that medicine had already been applied on his chest. The fine cloth that came out from under his ribs went around his neck and was bandaged thickly several times. However, since the blood stains on his chest were looming, it showed that the young man had seriously injured himself with a sword. Deep, enduring the severe pain in his chest, Beggar's sweat had already seeped out on his forehead, but the corners of Beggar's lips could not stop rising.
Staggering to the table, Beggar did not dare to sit across from his benefactor, but tried his best to prevent his shaky figure from falling.
The young master caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, chuckled and said, "Sit down, there's no need for so many rules."
Hearing this, the beggar dared to hold the corner of the table with his hands and sat down tremblingly. Seeing this, the young master pushed the tea cup in front of the beggar. The beggar was flattered, stretched out his trembling hands to hold the tea cup, and looked at the green tea soup. The heat is rising, as if the boiling water has not cooled down.
"Drink." The young master said, raising his eyes slightly and looking at the beggar. The majesty in his eyes made it impossible to look directly at him.
The beggar looked at the boiling water and tea in his hand, without thinking, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The burning sensation of the boiling water instantly entered his throat. The beggar, who was already seriously injured, was instantly coughed by the tea. He felt sick in his heart. Rising, opening his mouth sideways, spitting out blood...
"The imperial doctor said that congestion in the body needs to be drained out with hot soup, so as not to leave the root of the disease." The young master drank tea and spoke, as if he was very satisfied that the beggar did not hesitate to drink the tea.
As the young master said, after vomiting out this mouthful of blood, the beggar suddenly felt that the severe pain in his chest was much better, and even his breathing became much smoother. He was about to stand up and thank him, but when he was about to move, he was gently touched and held down by the young master's hand. Down.
"When you are in a secret prison, your life is at stake, do you hate me..." the young master asked.
"My dear benefactor, don't say this. Even if it means the life of a villain, my benefactor can take it at any time if needed." Beggar replied sincerely.
The young master laughed when he heard the words, clapped his hands gently, and a person pushed the door open. The beggar did not need to look back. Just by the aura of the person and the faint smell of blood, he already knew that this person was the one holding the golden bell and spear. man.
"From today onwards, you will worship him as your master... Remember, from Jin onwards, I will be your master. Without my orders, you will not listen to anyone's orders in this place, this city, this place, this... You are not allowed to leave without permission before your skills are completed..." The young master lowered his tea cup, stood up and left, leaving only the beggar and the man with the gun.
The beggar didn't have time to say anything, so he could only use all his strength to kneel and kowtow to his master's departing figure... unwilling to get up for a long time.
After more than a month, Beggar's injury improved and he formally became a disciple under the gun-wielding man and concentrated on practicing martial arts.
Time flies by, and Beggar's martial arts gradually improves...
Over the years, the beggar has never asked the master about his master's identity. He only remembers that when he first met the master, the master called him "Zhi Dao". However, the master seemed to have no wife or daughter, and he had never heard him mention it. He was also strict with the beggar. Extremely harsh, if found to be lazy in martial arts, he would be punished with corporal punishment and whipping.
But at night, he secretly put healing medicine in the beggar's room. The beggar knew in his heart that his master loved him. Since his parents died, only his master and master cared about him, so he also regarded master and master as his relatives.
The sun and the moon fly by, spring passes and autumn comes. The master has been away for many days after receiving the master's order, leaving only the beggar to practice alone.
On this day, the beggar breathed out the San Gong and felt that his inner breath was calm and his inner energy in his Dantian could be freely released. He knew that he had stepped into the realm of the hall. He felt happy in his heart and thought about what the master said when he left, these days should be It was time for him to return, and he planned to tell him the happy news of his coming to the palace, but after waiting for several days, there was no news.
Another day, the beggar went to practice marksmanship in the mountains outside the small courtyard. When he returned, he saw the courtyard door wide open. Although he did not know his master's name or the identity of his master, the beggar had already grown into a young man, so he naturally knew his master. What you do with your master will definitely attract your enemies to seek revenge.
The beggar secretly approached his small courtyard, only to find that the person standing in the courtyard was the master he had not seen for many years. He still looked that gentle and elegant, but the smile on his face was gone, and the majesty in his eyes was already full. Terrifying murderous intent.
"Master...Master." Beggar couldn't believe his eyes. He immediately threw the spear aside and bowed. Although the years have left some traces on the face of this gentle young man, in Beggar's view , the benefactor is just like before, making people unable to look directly at him.
"Get up, I've been waiting for you here for a long time, follow me in to see your master."
The young master seemed to have something on his mind. He glanced at Beggar who was kneeling on the ground, then stepped forward and opened the door and entered Beggar's master's room.
Beggar didn't know what happened to his master, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. He hurriedly followed him into the house to check. However, after entering the house, Beggar stood there blankly because he had the impression that his master was a master of marksmanship and martial arts. At this moment, he was covered in blood, sitting cross-legged on the couch. The red-tasseled spear with the golden bell hanging on it was leaning on the side weakly, as slumped as the person on the couch.
After so many years of passing on the art and getting along day and night, Beggar already regarded his master as his father. Seeing that he was seriously injured, he rushed forward. After using his internal strength to explore, he discovered that his master's meridians had been severed and there was no medicine or stone to cure him. The beggar's face was not only filled with tears, but his master's weak voice rang in his ears. He was not speaking to himself, but to his master.
"Today... I can't escape death. After I die, he can take my place... and assist the master in accomplishing great things..."
Hearing this, the young master frowned slightly, turned his head, and said softly: "Do you have anything else to say, anything else to explain, anything else to do, feel free to say it..."
Beggar was about to ask who hurt the master, but was stopped by the weak master. Then the master struggled to open his eyes and glanced at himself, and then turned to the young master with his back and weakly said: "He...although he has good marksmanship." Xiaocheng, when he meets a master...it is difficult to defeat him...today...I will help him break the mirror...I hope the master can...use him..."
Hearing this, the young master was silent for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "I agree, I'll wait outside the house..."
Master gasped and struggled to speak: "Many...thank you..."
After hearing this, the young master immediately closed the door and went out, leaving only the beggar and the master in the room. The beggar cried loudly, but the master squeezed out a smile and said: "If a man dies, his ears will die... Why are you crying... I After death, remember... to assist the master... and not to have second thoughts..."
When the beggar heard the words, he wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded vigorously. Before he could respond, the master hit his body acupuncture point, making him unable to move. The master stood up suddenly and caressed the beggar with one hand, who was about to die. Above the head, waves of majestic internal force poured into the beggar's body from the top...
After a stick of incense, the sky above the small courtyard in the mountain was clear. Suddenly there was a loud thunder, and dark clouds rolled in, covering the sky and the sun. In just a moment, all the birds and animals in the mountain were frightened and scattered in all directions.
In a small courtyard, the young master, who was standing alone in the courtyard, seemed not to be disturbed by the celestial statue, and still stood in the courtyard with his eyes closed. At this time, dozens of figures outside the courtyard rose from nowhere and quietly appeared in the courtyard. On the courtyard wall, when they saw that the young master was fine, they raised their hands to indicate that the figures immediately turned around and disappeared in an instant, disappearing without a trace.
Just as these people disappeared, the door suddenly opened. The young master opened his eyes and stared quietly, then stepped forward. As soon as he entered the room, he saw that the beggar was already standing next to the master, and the master had a black hair just now. It turned white for a moment, and the whole person was like a fading flower, dying.
When the beggar saw his master entering the house, he knelt down and worshiped. Unexpectedly, the young master moved to the golden bell spear, stretched out his hands, picked up the gun body, handed it to the beggar's hand, and said: "He still has breath, yours The first task is to send him on his way."
The beggar was shocked when he heard this. The young master's indifferent expression was reflected in his eyes, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Why, you don't want to." Seeing this, the young master spoke softly.
The beggar took the spear with the golden bell hanging on it with trembling hands. He looked back at his master, who was already gray-haired and dying. Tears filled his face. Although his body was filled with true energy, the spear in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
As if he felt something, the white-haired master used his last bit of strength to raise his head, his eyes lifeless, and said weakly: "Master... whatever you say, you... do..."
In this life, the beggar respected his master the most and was grateful to his master. The two of them forced him to do it. The beggar's trembling hands gradually stabilized. He looked at the master who was about to go west, and looked back with a worried expression. The changed master, the corners of his mouth gradually trembled, and the determination in his eyes gradually condensed...
The golden bell rings, the gun shadow passes, and the white hair falls...
In the courtyard, the two stood side by side.
"Master, I want to ask you something." Beggar stood beside the young master, holding the golden bell spear tightly in his hand and said.
When the young master heard this, he did not answer, but looked back slightly.
Seeing this, the beggar continued to speak: "I only know the master's name. I am a beggar and I don't have a name. I would like to ask the master to give me the name of master and let me live in his place..." "
Hearing the words, the young master chuckled and did not say yes. He just said: "It's not time yet, okay. From today on, you should have your own small courtyard."
After saying that, he left straight away. The beggar received the true energy from his master and suddenly discovered that there were no less than a hundred masters hiding outside the originally silent courtyard. As the master left, these hidden people also gradually retreated. ..
The beggar buried his master alive, and the master also sent people to build a new courtyard for the beggar in this mountain. Not only that, he also gave the beggar a gentle and virtuous woman to be his wife.
The woman was a virtuous woman who took care of the beggar's small courtyard in an orderly manner. Not only that, she also gave birth to two sons for the beggar. The beggar was overjoyed and did not want to care about things outside the mountain. She devoted herself to spending time with her wife and children in the mountains, watching them. The child grew up day by day, and the beggar's heart was filled with satisfaction and happiness...
Until one day, the young master came to the small courtyard again.
The beggar who begged and sold his body in order to bury his parents thought that he could now live a life with his wife and children by his side. The beggar hurriedly led his wife and children to kneel down to greet them.
Since the last time I said goodbye to the beggar, now that I see the young master again, his figure is no longer as tall and straight as before, and the traces of time on his face are even heavier...
Some people died, but not completely...
