Strange to say, more than half a jar of pear blossom wine that day actually saved the life of the green snake. Not long after returning to the thatched cottage, the wound slowly healed at a visible speed. With the help of snake orchid, the old man started to make trouble again within a few days. The reason why Wu Shuang and Yun Zhong had to pay for food and clothing was for no other reason than that the boy's meridians were severely damaged and his left leg was slightly lame, making it difficult to get off the ground. Among the three, only Wu Shuang was unscathed, so he volunteered to take on the important task of cooking three meals. .
However, less than ten days later, the kitchen was in a mess. It would be a blessing if the porridge was not mushy. Some side dishes were even forgotten to be washed. When you put them in your mouth, it felt like chewing mud, and your mouth was full of sand. Usually when Mr. Ye cooks in person, he starts the meal as if it is a New Year. He smells the aroma of rice porridge and the refreshing taste of side dishes, and he feels very happy. When Wu Shuang takes charge of the cooking, the young man and the old snake reluctantly move to the table. I had to bite the bullet to finish the meal, and by the end of the meal, my veins were throbbing.
At noon, Old Man Ye cooked a rare dish made from snake orchids, as well as a large plate of white-cut pheasant. The old man is a vegetarian and does not kill animals, but Wu Shuang has no worries. Regardless of whether he is clean or not, he draws out his sword and kills the poor fat chicken in three strokes, leaving the young man stunned.
However, during the meal, Yun Zhong was really rude, and he and his master grabbed the meat with chopsticks like flying, and they had a great time grabbing it.
"Where is the master-disciple etiquette I taught you?"
"My disciple is in poor health and his meridians are damaged. He should eat more oil, water, meat and fish to replenish his health. Master, don't worry about it."
"Nonsense! How can there be any reason in the world for an apprentice to steal food from his master?"
"Master, look who's coming outside?"
Wu Shuang was surprised, how could he not detect someone approaching the thatched cottage with his senses, so he stretched his head to look outside the door. There was no one outside the door, so I turned to look at the young man. The latter took this opportunity to stuff his mouth full of chicken, and did not forget to smile at the master with squinted eyes.
After having a meal, the young man limped out of the thatched cottage. The light was just right and he began to make sword moves. The injury has not healed, so the range of movements is naturally limited, but Wu Shuang still requires him to make gestures every day, and tells him that the sense of swordsmanship gained from life and death is far more rare than the stances learned behind closed doors all day long, and a swordsman cannot live without it for a day. If you don't touch the sword for two or three days in a row, you will become unfamiliar with the sword's intention and sword moves. Therefore, it is very necessary to reflect on the good and bad contained in the sword moves of that day. Of course, Wu Shuang was not idle either. Yun Zhong's sword was broken into two pieces during the battle with Wang Kongding, and there was no way to recover it. Wu Shuang could only lend the sword to the young man first, while he ran into the carriage and Dun rummaged around and found an unbladed long sword. He squatted down opposite the young man angrily, polishing the blade.
"Why do you think I asked you to be my apprentice? My apprentices are all from wealthy families. You've arrived and you haven't paid a penny for tuition. How much money did you ask me to help you with? This sword is worth more than ten taels."
The young man wielded the sword without saying a word, but he always thought of that scene in his mind. Looking at the murderous man a few steps in front of him, he suddenly felt a little tired. It was obviously his first time killing someone, and he would not be able to accept the aftertaste for a while. The young man began to think of a question in his mind.
For him, he didn't want to kill anyone. The old snake had already told the young man what the man had done, and that he was ruthless in burning, killing, and robbing, but somehow, after hearing the man's words, the mood that he had suppressed forcibly became a little unbearable. Who deserves to die? It's the Xian family sect, it's His Majesty Shangqi, it's still this man.
The young man lay down and looked up, the moon was bright.
At that time, he and the old snake were dying, and a sword came, carrying three people on its back, but no signs of decline were seen.
The young man stood silently on the sword, blood seeping from the clenched fingers.
The fat shopkeeper glanced sideways at Yun Zhong, who was clenching his teeth, feeling a little strange. He has been traveling all over the country for many years, and I have never seen him gnashing his teeth while wielding a sword in the sky. But after thinking about it, I suddenly came back to my senses, and the corners of my mouth twitched a little.
"Afraid of heights?"
"hold head high."
"This is only a few floors high!" The fat shopkeeper was stunned.
The young man gritted his teeth and turned pale: "...Don't dare to look down above the third floor."
The fat shopkeeper didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then how will you travel around the world with a sword?" The young man frowned, and after a while he replied: "Is there a sword with a wide door panel? I will lie on it."
The fat shopkeeper choked at this sentence and his eyes widened several times.
But when I think about it carefully, I feel a little more relaxed. It’s not like you can’t develop a fear of heights. If you are so afraid of heights, how many three-story buildings are there along the way to Qingchai Xunlang Middle School? What's more, the collapsed dirt road that was several dozen feet was narrower than the sword he was stepping on.
"A person can be afraid of heights, but he cannot be afraid of death. In other words, one cannot regard life as the most cherished thing. There are always things beyond life and death that make people willing to fight to the death. People who cherish life excessively are often extremely cruel. , to put it simply, in their eyes, the world is not as important as their own destiny, so there are not so many taboos in their actions, just like that man, or the scholar in the backyard. But if they can get what they want, they will die generously. " The fat shopkeeper sighed. "Do you think that with the sophistication of a man, he will forcefully confront the sword you have in the right position? He just lost hope of continuing to wait."
He immediately scratched his head and said with a wry smile that he was still not good at reasoning with others, so he stopped talking.
The young man seemed to understand but still kept these words in his heart silently.
The commercial road at the junction of Shangqi and Qiling was still crowded with people since the beginning of spring, and the horse-drawn carriages were even slightly congested. As a last resort, we had to invite officials who specially directed the roads to clear the area around the main road.
In April and May, the temperature has gradually become hotter, and with the constant flow of people, the heat is even more unbearable. Many vendors have already rolled up their sleeves and rolled up their trouser legs, seeking that hard-won coolness. The officers commanding on the road were sweating profusely, so they were already a little uncomfortable. Poyin yelled hoarsely, raising his voice a few more times. A little coachman who looked like a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was dressed very shabbily, with holes and patches on his clothes. Due to his thin body, he could not hold the reins of the carriage. He lightly brushed against the carriage next to him, which immediately attracted scolding from the potbellied boss behind him. , the content is extremely crude, it is probably a waste of food, raising a humane old shepherd dog is a hundred times better than this child who is inferior to a pig or a dog. Then, still angry, he picked up the short stick he had for self-defense and hit the driver.
Although it is a wooden stick, this stick is not trivial. It is made of polished tung birch branches. It is as hard as iron. It is the first choice for merchants to guard against wolves when they are on the road. It has two thick and thin ends. The thick end is as big as an adult's fist. When encountering a wolf in the wild, it is designed to hit the wolf's nose and waist. One blow often makes the wild wolf whimper and even breaks its lumbar spine. It is really useful. But now he used it to hit the rickshaw driver on the back and hit him with a stick, making the shabby young man wail incessantly.
Horses neighing, shouting, screaming, chatting, and the sound of wheels all mixed together to create an incomparable din.
Among the crowd was an ugly scholar in his thirties. He was staggered by the crowds of cars and horses. His face was pale, but he still stared at the little coachman.
"People are suffering." Then his whole body was shaken, as if some restraint had been thrown off his body, and the sea of people rushed past him from all directions.
The man stood still.
