Duiyi Valley, beside Fengyi's thatched house.
The autumn wind blew away some old maple leaves on the lakeside. On the side of the lakefront, cranes and swallows fell on the slanting branches. At the bottom, there was an old man drinking wine and sitting alone fishing.
A sloppy swordsman was carrying a large jar of old wine from a distance, with a three-foot long sword at his waist. He stepped forward from the middle of the checkerboard-shaped stone dam.
"Master, the child is back!"
Yu Liufei saved enough money from the south of the Yangtze River, returned the money to Luo Yao and his wife, said goodbye to Luo Yao and Peng Yun, and then returned to the Mo Yun Peak Game Valley with a bumpy ride. He saw an old man wearing a raincoat and a hat fishing under the bamboo forest. Sit with an upright posture and keep the pole steady.
Like mountains.
Feng Yi has a lazy temperament. When fishing, he drinks and throws poles. He doesn't know how to catch fish. What's more, he holds the fishing pole motionless. This is not the style of his chess fanatic.
Yu Liufei, who is very nervous, will not think that there is only one person fishing in this game, and there will be others besides his stinking master.
When Uncle Liu heard this, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and he took a few sips of the aroma of old wine that filled the air, but did not turn around.
"Well, good wine, good black Dukang."
Uncle Liu's voice was rich and crisp as he praised.
When Yu Liufei heard this, he realized that the old man fishing in front of him was not his master. He moved his nose a few times and took a few deep sniffs. The old man fishing with his back to him did not have the unique smell of his master.
Throwing the wine jar away, he immediately pulled out the sword from his waist and shouted to the old man: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Uncle Liu put his toes on the ground, turned slightly, raised the fishing rod in his hand, raised it, swung it, stroked it, and then stopped it.
The jar of old wine thrown out by Yu Liufei was instantly caught on Uncle Liu's fishhook, swung a few times in the air, and stopped firmly a few feet in front of Uncle Liu.
At this time, the fishhook caught not only fish, but also wine bottles.
Liu Boxin closed the fishing line with his hand, pulled the wine jar in front of him, reached out to take the wine jar, unhooked the fish hook, opened the lid of the wine, slowly brought it to his mouth, and took a deep breath of the refreshing aroma of the wine. The taste hit his nose and made him shiver intelligently. He raised the wine bottle and took a sip.
"Yes, good black Dukang, good wine brought from Jiangnan, not bad, taste good enough." Liu Bo praised.
Yu Liufei saw that the old man was very skilled, and the skill he showed just now showed that he was a master. After drinking the good wine he brought for his master, he was still fishing in Fengyi Valley. It seemed that he was not a good person. He waved his sword and was about to pounce Go up.
Uncle Liu waved his big hand slightly and said: "Little brother, don't do anything, you have something to say."
Yu Liufei paused and said, "How do you put it? Who are you?"
Uncle Liu smiled and said: "I, Liu Yu, am just a bad old man who fishes, waiting for someone in your place."
"Who are you waiting for?" Yu Liufei asked.
Uncle Liu replied: "Waiting for a friend of mine and your master."
"Your friend, and my master?" Yu Liufei realized that the old man in front of him might be his master's friend, so he quickly put away the sword in his hand, clasped his fists at Uncle Liu and said, "I'm sorry, but Uncle Liu is my master's friend? May I ask where my master went?"
"The ancient pine cliff in the back mountain."
"Gusongya? Why is my master going to Gusongya? When can he come back?"
Uncle Liu took another sip of the old wine in his hand and replied: "I went to the foot of the ancient pine cliff with my friends."
"Well, under Gusong Cliff?" Yu Liufei muttered, "No, Gusong Cliff is famous for its no-return cliff. If you go there and never come back, wouldn't that mean you have to die? Well!...You said my master should go there? died?!!"
Yu Liufei drew his sword again and pointed at Uncle Liu, frowning and angry.
Uncle Liu nodded and replied: "My friends are going with me. I don't know whether he is dead or not. No, I am also waiting for the result. Young man, please put away your sword. The young man is so impetuous at a young age. , whether it will become a big deal in the future, please listen to me carefully explain to you... Well, what is the smell, so strong..."
As Uncle Liu drank the wine, a gust of wind came from behind Yu Liufei, and the smell hit his nostrils.
When Yu Liufei heard this, he put away his sword and said, "Say it!"
Uncle Liu waited until the smell of the wind had passed, and then he released the hand holding his nose and said to Yu Liufei, "How long has it been since you took a shower?"
Yu Liufei replied: "Not long, only a few months."
"No wonder it stinks so much," Liu Bodao, "No one would believe that you are not Feng Yi's disciple, just because you have the same odor. Just stand far away and I'll tell you."
When Yu Liufei heard this, he took a few steps back.
Uncle Liu slowly said:
"This matter has to start with Zhou Fan... I, my friend, and a little girl came to your Yi Valley to deliver a letter that day...
later......
after that......
Then they were forced off the cliff...
In the end, I was the only one in this valley. I was keeping watch here. Maybe they would find a way out and come back, and the wait would not be in vain. If there was still no news after three months of waiting, I would go back to the north alone. Just treat them as dead. "
It took Uncle Liu two to three quarters of an hour to tell the whole story. His mouth was dry, so he raised the wine bottle in his hand and took a few more sips.
"That's it. What are you going to do? You haven't asked for your name yet?"
Yu Liufei said: "My name is Yu Liufei, I am late. Thank you for explaining everything. You said that everyone from the Yuling Sect has held a funeral for Ling Xiaoyun?"
Uncle Liu replied: "Isn't that right? It happened just a few days after the fall. I don't expect to survive at all."
When Yu Liufei heard this, he frowned, and a sad look appeared on his face. He opened his voice and muttered without crying: "Isn't it true? We have stayed in Duyi Valley for so many years. People who go down to Gusong Cliff can survive." What a ghost, ah!! Master, what can I do if you are gone!..." After saying this, he sighed.
"No, I have to braid a rope. I want to go down and take a look. I will be able to rescue my master!" Yu Liufei wailed for a while, then was startled and thought that his master just fell down and might not be dead yet, so he said hurriedly.
Uncle Liu watched Yu Liufei throw away the sword in his hand and hurriedly went into the thatched house. Unfortunately, he ran out with a long scythe and began to chop the bamboo on one side.
"Brother Liu Fei, what are you...?" Uncle Liu asked.
"Cut bamboos and weave ropes to go down the ancient pine cliff to save people! Come here, old man, help us. We will weave a rope of several hundred feet and go down the cliff to save people!" Yu Liufei was sad while cutting bamboos. In the blink of an eye, Several soft bamboo woven bamboo strips have been cut off.
"How many feet? Rope?" Uncle Liu said seriously: "Little brother, do you think you can put up a rope to go down and save people?"
Yu Liufei muttered: "Isn't it? I still don't believe it. No matter how high the cliff is, it has an end. As long as the rope is long enough, we will be able to go down and rescue people, even if it's to collect corpses!! Woohoo... ." Yu Liufei cried while talking and cutting bamboo.
Uncle Liu frowned and said, "Not to mention whether you can weave a rope hundreds of feet long. Even if you can, you won't be able to get down."
Yu Liufei said doubtfully: "As long as the rope is long enough, we will be able to go down."
Liu Bo said: "You two fools, the longer the rope becomes, the heavier it will be. Once it becomes heavy, your rope will be thrown down. The hundreds of feet of rope hanging down will break a section of the cliff. Unless your rope can It’s as strong as steel, otherwise how could it hang down hundreds of feet?”
When Liu Fei heard this, he was startled. After thinking about it carefully, it really made sense, but there was no other way. He couldn't get into the miasma swamp outside the valley, so he had no other way but to weave a rope...
Yu Liufei ignored Uncle Liu's words and cursed: "I don't care, I have to weave the rope. As long as I can get down, I don't care if it is broken!!..." He continued to chop bamboo while crying.
Uncle Liu shook his head ruthlessly, ignored him lazily, and continued to drink and fish. When he had cried enough and was tired, he naturally stopped.
Uncle Liu was fishing, while Yu Liufei was cutting bamboos and weaving ropes, and so on. Over time, the two of them settled down together in the valley.
