Ye Zhai stepped out and looked at the house through the curtain of waterfall beads. His expression was gloomy. He didn't recover for a long time. He immediately turned around and walked into the backyard. Without caring about his behavior, he picked up the jar of wine and put it next to his knees. Not a word was spoken, and there was no movement at all. Both eyes were level. The old servant followed his master out of the house. He was horrified when he saw Ye Zhai acting like this. He quickly walked a few steps, stood beside the man, and asked softly, "Master, is there anything weird about that young man? "
The white-haired sect master was not in a hurry to answer. He opened the mud seal of the wine jar, picked up the wine jar with one arm and poured it into his throat. The cold wine entered his stomach and made his face turn blue. He was still unconscious and happy. He drank again, and soon there were five or six empty wine jars beside his knees, and the smell of wine was fragrant. It has been twenty or thirty years since the old servant entered the mountain that he has never seen the mountain master drinking so much. The last time he saw this, the green lotus was blooming at the entrance of the well in the courtyard. The master of the mountain, who had never drunk a drop of wine, drank the newly brewed wine. Several jars of rice wine were brought in, and four jars were drank in succession before leaning against the mouth of the well and falling into a deep sleep.
"Mr. Chu knows that there are three joys and three sorrows in life. I, Ye Zhai, don't know where my hometown is in this life. Naturally, I can't talk about meeting old friends in a foreign land. I don't want to be an official. Besides, the temple is originally a place for the descendants of the family. In the world that can be reached, although the current Holy One intends to oppress the family, this matter is in this world, and the consequences will be in the later dynasties. This joy has nothing to do with me. As for the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, I was lucky enough to see the bridal chamber, but the red has not been extinguished yet. Candle, I have escaped, and there is no joy to be gained." The man with silky hair put down the wine jar, with a smile on his face, "Heaven and earth are still kind to me. Although we can't get the three joys, we can still get the three blessings. It’s better to give the remaining four characters a chance to escape and give it to a down-and-out person like me.”
The old man's expression suddenly changed, "Is it possible that the young hero can help the sect master escape? But the old servant looked at it for a long time, but he never saw the slightest bit of inner energy flowing around the young man's body. The qi-gaining method that has been passed down in the sect for many years should be It is infallible.”
Ye Zhai shook his head. He was already very drunk. He struggled to push himself up and sit up straight. He pushed aside the wine jar and said, "Mr. Chu has never entered the spiritual practice. He can only see it with the naked eye. It is naturally difficult to see his aura. But even if I He was almost deceived by the young knight. It wasn't until after a few sips of wine that the sound of a sword sounded at his waist, and he dared to conclude that this young man was not an ordinary swordsman. As for the woman beside him, the secrets were flowing around him, and he couldn't pry, but he thought about it. It is also a step forward on the path of cultivation.”
"In this case, if we can ask the young knight master, who can turn mountains and seas with just a raise of his hand, there is no need to worry about letting go of the old shackles." The master of the sect was obviously very happy. He tightened his grip and leaned against the tree with his eyes slightly closed, not paying attention to the gloomy expression on the old man's face.
"It is indeed a rare good thing that the sect master can escape from Baihao Mountain. He has been waiting for it for many years and is relieved. But the sect master has never thought about the several masters in the mountain and the three young disciples. , when the sect master escapes from this place and regains his natural state, where should he go to make a living?" After a while, the old servant spoke with a depressed expression, "The old servant has not practiced martial arts, nor has he been lucky enough to practice, but after all, he is still handy. "Liu, even if the White Humen no longer exists, they can still find a job to spend the rest of their lives after coming down from the mountain. The three disciples in the mountain have no living parents and no whereabouts. What will happen in the next few decades?"
Ye Zhai's expression did not change, but he knew what the old servant said. Don't say that several masters on the mountain have never returned to the mountain. If they return to the mountain, after the master of the sect leaves, he will definitely not take the three disciples with him. The caravan and the Baihumen have never dealt with each other, but Ye Zhai and the current head of the caravan have never taken action. The two have collided more and more, so that the caravan often has people watching around the Baihao Mountain. Although they have not appeared many times, there are people in the mountain. Everyone is already aware of the caravan's move.
Even several grand masters who have always been gentle-tempered could not hold back their anger, and they successively taught several waves of people in the caravan, which made the latter a little more restrained in recent days, but there was still constant friction. Based on the consistent behavior of the people in the caravan, even if a few masters leave the Baihu Sect, they may have no other place to go. The caravan family is so powerful, how can they accommodate the masters from the Baihu Sect? Even if they go far away, they will only be afraid of disaster. It is also possession.
"Mr. Chu thinks that what I, Ye Zhai, have done for the Baihao Mountain Sect is not enough?" The man scratched his bun and replied casually, "Ye Zhai has never declined the big things and small things that ordinary people can accomplish in this life. There are probably no less than a thousand disciples who have come out of this sect. They have spread their branches and leaves in this Yizhang. Some of them may have already made a big name in the world and established their own clans. As the time to escape is approaching, Mr. Chu wants to use this method. It will not be possible to restrain the steps of this sect leader without taking any reasonable measures."
"As the saying goes, people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes. If I can control myself here, I can see all the beautiful scenery in the world in one day, hear the news thousands of miles away, and die on the east bank of the great lake at night. If I can escape from the cage, I will definitely see the world. All living beings can only look at the great rivers of the Sword Dao rising up layer by layer and go straight into the sky. Only then can they dare to say that they have not wasted their time in this life." Ye Zhai was so drunk that he burst into laughter and even wrinkled his face. He couldn't hold back his pride for a while. "It's best to pick a few more. A master of swordsmanship has a duel. You can die under the sword, you can come back victorious, and you can live up to your life. As for the things in the mountain, what does it have to do with me? Without the title of sect master, I am just a person. An extremely ordinary swordsman, he is born in the world and dies in the world, and he trusts the reins of his horse."
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"Why am I trapped by the reins again?"
After saying that, Master Ye slumped his shoulders and fell drunk under the autumn trees. He let the autumn wind rustle by and just fell asleep.
Ye Zhai was a very poor drinker, so he never drank too much, but if he drank, he would drink too much to get drunk. He would sleep for two or three hours and then wake up again. He would completely forget about his actions and words after being drunk.
The old servant's face was still ugly, but when he looked at Ye Zhai, who was leaning alone next to Qiu Shu, sleeping without any trace of the master's posture, he clenched his fists, finally let out a long sigh, put his hands on the latter's shoulders, and moved with great effort. , helped the drunken master up and walked to the main hall.
"It seems that the sect master has delayed his practice recently. He only knows how to rest and fast all day long. His body is as heavy as a mountain. Fortunately, the old man has the strength. If it were someone else, he would not be able to hold on long ago."
This old servant, who was in his dying years, carried him half on his back and half on his back, from under the autumn trees in the backyard, slowly walked through the plum blossom piles scattered high and low in the courtyard, and then staggered past the ancient well with green lotus planted in the middle of the courtyard. It is the autumn moon, but the green lotus in the well is lush and green, which is very inconsistent with the surrounding gray buildings and snow-white bamboo trees. It is independent from the world, lush and green, and has not withered and fallen for many years.
The old man barely stood firm, looked at the scenery here that had not changed in the past sixty years, and smiled to himself.
"That's right, twenty or thirty years can't compare to the strength of that time." The old man shook his head and breathed for a long time, "It turns out that it's not that the sect master has sunk a few points, but that he is older than twenty or thirty years old." Years old, old and infirm.”
"No wonder." The old man surnamed Chu smiled with relief, and continued to carry the drunken sect leader with a very handsome face on his back, taking a break every step, and walked towards the main hall. Just like the Baihu Sect Master many years ago, he carried his still young self Carrying him to the mountain, although he was fast asleep, he still clutched half a bunch of candy balls in his palm.
In a village hundreds of miles north of Baihao Mountain, the sect leader with just one sword resisted the roving bandits who were like a fish in a pond catching bait, and lifted the still-breathing child to his chest. Although the sound of swords and swords could be heard constantly, there was still no sound. There was no trace of blood stained on the child's tattered clothes. The child was carried all the way to the mountain gate. It was snowing in the middle of winter and the clothes were soaked.
"The sect master seems to have seen the clues, but during the previous sneak attacks and competitions, it was clear that there was no internal energy flowing. The sect master I saw this time is probably an extraordinary talent." Yun Zhong in the room His face was extremely pale, and even though he had exerted his inner energy, he still could not wave away all the sword energy in the sheath. He suddenly let out a breath and said with a bitter smile, "This Qiuhu is indeed domineering, with the brilliance of Xudan shining brightly, but there is nothing he can do about it. Anyone who drinks alcohol seems to be pushed aside by Tengkong Qiuhu, no matter how powerful he is, he can never resist it."
"Now that you know it, why do you still want to drink? Could it be that you have already forgotten about me as a nephew? So I deserve to suffer a little."
Wen Yu had an expressionless face, holding up a chopstick with one hand, but the other hand went straight to the young man's waist, tightened it suddenly with all his strength, and then put the side dish into his mouth, ignoring Yun Zhong's grinning in pain.
"I've been staying in this mountain for a long time, and if I've disturbed you too much, I think I feel a little guilty. Besides, the children in the mountain still have to practice martial arts. If I disturb you too much, it seems a little inappropriate. It's better to stop here for a few more days. Whether we go down the mountain and enter Fengyou County today, it all depends on our uncle." Wen Yu said, it has always been like this, straightforward and important points may still be covered in the mountains, but for this young uncle, it seems that he is more willing to follow his heart. And go.
"I'm not busy. The leader of the Ye Clan deliberately concealed these three questions today, but he revealed quite a lot." Yun Zhong hurriedly rubbed his lower back, still unable to stop the pain, but there was a smile on his face, "Intentional I tell you, but I can’t explain it due to various reasons, but these things are very suitable to my heart. Even if I enter Fengyou County now, I probably won’t encounter such things. Senior brother told you and I to go east, and grow by the way These insights, such strange news, if you don't find out the details, don't say it's me, I'm afraid Miss Wen will also feel regretful."
The girl helplessly glared at the young man and said, "If you want to do it yourself, don't involve your nephew. Originally, you could just speak frankly, but you have to be more roundabout. Fortunately, my uncle's mind is clear and clear when he is practicing the sword. If not, I’m afraid I won’t be able to practice this fast sword.”
Yun Zhong chuckled and said, "Either I am born with the materials to practice swordsmanship. Master may have taken a fancy to this aura and picked me up from a village. But I feel ashamed to say that I am not actually a fast swordsman. But it is an extremely ordinary sword path. I have never figured out whether to practice fast swords or walking swords until now."
Wen Yu blew away the broken hair from his forehead and drank his porridge.
"Then, young master uncle, you should practice faster. Haste leads to waste, but delay will lead to changes."
