In the blink of an eye, Yun Zhong and Wu Shuang have lived in the thatched cottage for ten years. Practice makes perfect. Yun Zhong's ability to run in the mountains has gradually improved. Although there is still a gap between the master's state of leisurely walking, it is much better than in the past. After excluding the time left for sword practice in one day, I still have enough time to go up and down the small peak three times. After climbing the mountain, I can also find a place to enjoy the mountain breeze and enjoy the scenery, but I still don't glance at the foot of the mountain. Making fun out of hardship has always been something that young people are very good at. Just like those days when he was chopping firewood and sweeping the floor. Although his body and mind were exhausted, his words were never at peace. The person who understood this most deeply was his cheap master who practiced swordplay no matter it was snowing in winter or cold in spring. While exercising, I can always hear the chatter of an old monk reciting sutras in my ears.
Drinking pure leaf rice porridge early in the morning, Wu Shuang went out early, saying that he wanted to find a secluded place to be quiet and quiet. Listening to Yun Zhong talking every day was really uncomfortable, so he patted his belly and swung his big sleeves three steps at a time. Shake and get ready to go out for a walk. I didn't expect my sleeves to be pinched. I turned around and saw that the young man's face was already close to me. He said with a smile: "Master is wise and powerful. He goes out early in the morning to kill demons. Of course, my disciple has no reason to block the way, but It’s been a hard journey, Master has a wine flask on his waist, and it’s a burden to jump and move around when making moves, so why don’t you just leave it here for safekeeping?”
Wu Shuang couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He was usually as lethargic as a teenager. It was often around noon that he would get up from bed with his head dangling, squinting his sleepy eyes in search of water. Spring is dry, and even if the air in the deep forest is a little moist, for a teahouse owner who loves to drink tea without water, his mouth will be dry all day long. It’s not that there is no tea to drink here in Zhuyeqing. Tea drinking is also popular in Qiling State, but the taste style of tea is very different from that in Shang Qi State: people in Shang Qi State like to drink big leaf tea, there is no overly grassy smell, and the drink is fragrant. The fragrance of tea is light and elegant, but Qiling State is just the opposite. It is believed that when drinking tea, what you drink is the green grass flavor in the tea. The small-leaf tea with needle-point awns is domineering. This is the case in every family. Some literati even jokingly said that if you travel for a long time, If you get lost and can't tell the difference between Qi and Qi Ling, you only need to find a resident to ask for a cup of tea, and you can naturally tell where you are.
Wu Shuang was extremely resistant to this small-leaf tea. Whenever she saw Old Man Ye making tea, she would like to scold the old grass-eating cow. What is the difference between drinking tea like this and the old cow chewing cud? Then he regretted that he had forgotten to bring his big-leaf tea cake when he went out, and angrily drank two sips of water to deal with the problem. The thirstier he is, the drowsier he will sleep, and his efficiency will be extremely poor, so it is even more difficult for Wu Shuang to get up early. Every day when Zhu Yeqing gets up, he swallows the morning dew and smoothes his veins, he can see two lazy people, an old man and a young man, lying on the bamboo bed. The fat man snores like thunder, and the young man is nowhere to be seen, with his head and face covered by a thin quilt, sleeping in a strange way.
Today, Wu Shuang deliberately got up early in the morning because the wine bug had entered his brain. He thought that while Yunzhong was running in the mountains, he could find a place with a cool breeze to relieve his gluttony, and by the way, he could cultivate himself and cultivate his ears. The fate of the people brings misfortunes and blessings. In the past ten days, the young man woke up early for the first time, and by chance, his sharp eyes caught sight of the wine bottle on his waist.
Wu Shuang said angrily, "You haven't even grown your hair yet. Why don't you drink a lot of wine and run in the mountains?" The young man said bitterly, "Master, you were the one who encouraged me to drink alcohol the first time. Why have I become a hairy city now?" Not long enough, if Master dislikes my heavy drinking, just give me two sips, just two sips."
"Say a few nice words and listen." Wu Shuang rolled his eyes. He couldn't hide. It wouldn't hurt to let this kid flatter him a little. Zhu Yeqing at the table was clearing away the dishes, with a faintly wry smile on her face. Traveling all over the country for many years, I have met countless charlatans, knights and Taoist priests. The disciples treat their masters with quite complete etiquette. In everything, they should be a master for a day and a father for a lifetime. They do not dare to have any arrogance. However, in his opinion, this pair of master and disciple did not look like master and disciple at all, and he was amazed in his heart.
Is it possible that the gods in this world behave and think differently from ordinary people? Zhuye Qing was curious about what the boy would say next, so he listened carefully. After all, according to the behavior of young people in the past, it may not be possible to flatter the master calmly.
The boy took a deep breath. "Master is handsome, graceful, graceful and graceful in the wind. With a wave of his hand, he can make the world tremble and stop children from crying. He is truly a role model for our generation."
After two sips of wine, the young man felt refreshed and volunteered to help Old Ye carry water. It rains frequently in the mountains and forests, and water is still insufficient. Moreover, now that three people live together, the daily water needs are becoming increasingly scarce. The water intake point is a stream five miles away. I don’t know where it originates. It winds and twists through the forest. The terrain is not dangerous but rugged, but the difficulty is that along the five miles of road, there are dense bushes and tall grass, not to mention the people. , even a hare or a thin fox still needs to get into a grass nest to get in and out freely, which is very difficult to walk. For Zhu Yeqing, who has profound skills in transfiguration, fetching water cannot be said to be difficult in ordinary times. His figure suddenly changed, he grabbed a wooden bucket on a pole and ran over the grass with his broad snake body. The water tank was full in half a day, which was very easy.
After talking about the path leading to the water source, the young man after drinking was in high spirits. He rolled up his arms and sleeves and walked out of the thatched cottage with a pole and a bucket. The old snake in the house looked at Wu Shuang worriedly, and the latter looked at Wu Shuang. He nodded, meaning it didn't matter, just let him go.
It rained again a few days ago, with little force and a slight moistening effect. The light rain softened everything, new grasses appeared in the green forest, and my sleepy eyes were still stained with tears. The young man carried a wooden pole and a bucket, walked in the dense forest, looked at the clear sky and the clear wind between the sky and the earth, and suddenly wanted to dance with the sword. Ever since he started mountaineering and practicing swordsmanship, the shopkeeper had tacitly allowed him to keep his sword close to his body at all times. Now, no matter where the young man went, whether he was eating, sleeping, climbing, or carrying water, he had a mediocre-looking long sword hanging on his waist.
At this moment, the young man drew out his sword, holding the sword in one hand and a pole and bucket in the other. The light of the sword was like water, reflecting the bits of morning light cast by the leaves of the old forest, and he was chopping grass while stumbling. The grass was very tall and luxuriant. The young man's move was as if he was facing an army of thousands of horses in front of him, brazenly drawing his sword. Yun Zhong exhaled for a long time, and the power of the sword turned. He sheathed the sword like a graceful thrush, and drew out the sword like a long river climbing a building.
"It seems that in ancient times, a fierce general riding alone into the battle was indeed majestic. Unfortunately, I don't know if I will ever have that day." Said to himself, the young man's sword has climbed the stairs and climbed the stairs, climbed the stairs again, climbed the stairs again, in the blink of an eye. Shrubs and tall grass are flying and falling, and the giant trees stretching to the sky are also covered with deep marks. By the time the long sword was soaked in grass juice, the young man had climbed the stairs thirty-nine times, and the sound of the flowing mountain stream nearby gradually became clearer.
When he came to the stream, the young man took off his coat. In order to avoid being washed away by the running water, he hung the white robe dyed with grass color on a stubble branch. He only wore a short brown suit and sat cross-legged in the soft mud by the stream slowly. on the ground.
The breeze is gentle and the water is calm.
The boy with short brown patches on his body smiled and slashed his sword towards the stream.
For a time, the stream was gurgling and the swords were clanging.
