Do you know, do you know that Chapter 15 is not about cutting off the roots

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In the blink of an eye, it has been three months since the boy entered the school. He chopped firewood every day, and had to fight for wine with his master to relieve the pain in his chest. If things continued like this, the young man suspected that by the end of the training, he might not be able to become a hero, but could only become a skilled woodcutter. Fortunately, in the past few days, Wu Shuang intentionally asked him to learn sword moves, and his impatience was relieved a lot.

Yun Zhong always thought that his cheap master was just a martial artist who knew some three-legged cat kung fu in the martial arts world. But until he gave instructions on sword moves, no matter how hard he tried, Wu Shuang resisted lightly and said nothing. Point out the shortcomings, such as the sword tip is raised too high, the space door is wide open when the sword is drawn, the retraction is sluggish, etc. A young man's swordsmanship is like ink pouring into the sea. Even if he exerts his full strength, it is difficult to change the color of the sea current. At this moment, I seemed to realize that the teahouse owner was not an ordinary person. Then I thought about it, if he were an ordinary person, how could he chop firewood with a rusty sword? Then he felt relieved.

How could the ignorant young man know the hidden weight of the name Wu Shuang in Yizhang Kingdom and even the entire world?

Wu Gou Qingshuang is also called Wu Shuang.

As soon as the Qingming Festival is over, the two spring rains are getting warmer and the grass is luxuriant. Wu Shuang is taking the boy to Nangong Mountain in Yizhang Kingdom and will set off today.

Sitting on the wall where Widow Ma used to read, Yunzhong was very reluctant to leave. After more than ten years of spring and autumn, the farthest place he has ever been is Qingchai, which requires many days of walking both day and night. I heard from Aunt An that it took nearly a year to travel by carriage from Shangqi State to Yizhang State, passing through countless barren mountains and ridges. Most of the bandits and horse thieves who cut the trails hid in such mountain dens, and used extremely sophisticated methods to deal with people passing by. cruel. There are also countless jackals, tigers and leopards lurking in the deep mountains and forests, waiting for an opportunity to catch a few young people with tender skin and tender flesh, and gnaw their flesh and blood cleanly to change their taste. In fact, the young man has heard these words before, but it still makes his heart tighten when he mentions them again before going on the road.

Thinking of this, the young man slowly raised his left hand and looked at the fairly fair skin on his arm. He gasped and a pimple appeared on the back of his neck. In terms of self-knowledge, Yun Zhong has always been good at it. He knows quite well how many kilograms or taels of gall he has picked on the scale.

The teahouse closed early. Wu Shuang, who was standing on the second floor collecting clothes and broken silver, inadvertently glanced at the door of the teahouse. The young man was sitting in shock, so he put down the clothes in his hands and went downstairs to ask.

Wu Shuang lifted up her gown and squatted on the threshold, "Why are you sitting here in a daze? Are you ready for the journey in the evening?"

The young man hesitated, took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and handed it to him. Before, Wu Shuang knew that Yun Zhong was short of money and could not afford to buy clothes for changing seasons, so he forced Yun Zhong to give him two taels of silver and would pay him back when he became successful one day. But now the young man returned it intact.

"Afraid of death?" The young man nodded and then shook his head. When the words came to his lips, it was probably difficult for the young man to distinguish his current state of mind. Probably not only afraid of death, but also afraid of forgetting.

The shopkeeper let out a long sigh and squinted his eyes to look north. It is necessary to value feelings, but it seems that the time left for him is really running out. The North must always have results. How many years can it last? Or a few months? Wu Shuang knew very well that if he couldn't hold on any longer, the world would be in chaos. Therefore, he wanted to bring this young apprentice back to Nangong Mountain as soon as possible. Anyway, he would have to force his own superficial insights into Yun Zhong's head along the way. How many points he could get depended on his understanding.

Just as he was thinking about things, there was a sound of birds chirping from far away, and a letter fluttered down in the air. Wu Shuang raised his hand to catch the letter, shook the letter towards the stunned young man, and was happy.

The boy who had mended his rags again and again over the year changed into white clothes today, and then ran to Dongshikou to buy two pairs of boots with strong soles. After putting on the new boots, the boy was so beautiful that he almost forgot how to lift his legs. He kept walking in place, intending to sit down and get closer to look at the soles of the boots. Before his butt could get stuck to the ground, he suddenly realized that his white clothes were not resistant to dirt. He pulled back hard and shook a few times before he could stand still. He smiled sheepishly. Sorry, I thought I was really worthless.

After going to his mother's grave to burn paper, and tidying up the scattered items at home, Yun Zhong silently sealed the wooden door with a seal, took a few steps back, looked carefully at the old house inside and out, and turned to leave.

Over the years, orphans and widowed mothers have received a lot of kindness from their neighbors. At least they can say goodbye and let them know. It is indeed heroic to leave quietly, but it is too heartless.

After Aunt An stuffed the packaged dry food into the boy's arms, she squeezed behind the crowd and wiped her tears without waiting for Yun Zhong to thank her. Widow Ma, who was good at swearing and scolding, also rarely showed her reluctance. After all, she had suffered all these years. The young man with an extraordinary appearance and willing to talk to her about homely things was the young man who loved to sit on the wall and read books. Uncle He from the wonton stall came because he had no business, and gave the young man a pack of wontons that he had not had time to cook. .

Yun Zhong was quite uncomfortable. He was not used to all this, so he just clumsily repeated the two sentences, "I'll be back" and "Thank you." Fortunately, the classmates have been out for an outing these two days and happened not to catch up with this scene. It seems good to think about it. After all, the future may be long or short, and there will be a day to go home. Moreover, the emotions when saying goodbye seem to be easy to shed tears. He pulled it out with coaxing and deception.

Besides, there are no heroes in this world who love to cry.

Along the street that Yunzhong has walked on countless times, the carriage slowly set off.

The horses snorted, the wheels rolled over the green grass, and when they passed the bank of the river, they suddenly heard the sound of stamping and singing on the other side.

The carriage went farther and farther. In the carriage, Wu Shuang crossed his legs and said with interest: "Apprentice, you are not bad at popularity." Yun Zhong laughed and said that it was natural. The thin monkey in the lead is my brother. Although he is thin and dark, With his hands sharp, he will become the best carpenter in the town in the future. The young man thought for a moment and then said, It's quite funny, Master, if you think of his body, he would stomp his feet, not to mention the Three Kingdoms earthquake. He probably wouldn't be able to scare away the chickens. Yellow flower girls will definitely look down on him. How much gift will it cost to find a wife?

When passing the graveyard outside the town, the boy's eyes were red. He took out the letter from his arms and read it silently.

Do what you want to do, it's not about cutting off the roots, it's just about saying goodbye. The signature cloud is also cold.

The boy's eyes were red, and the grass outside the carriage was green.