The child in red was leaning on a large wet rock by the river, breathing heavily with his mouth open.
When Zhao Rang looked at him, the kid in red still raised the corners of his mouth, trying to smile at him.
But the laborious laughter still touched the wound, causing him to twitch in pain immediately.
Zhao Rang glanced back and forth at the two children with a serious face.
Their people are extremely cute, but their sword skills are extremely terrifying.
Zhao Rang has never seen such a big contrast, especially in children.
The kid in blue nodded to Zhao Rang and said to the kid in red:
"Recuperate well and fight again in three months!"
Then he put his sword back into its sheath, turned around and left.
The gravel from the river clung to the soles of his shoes, making a continuous rustling sound when he stepped on the fallen leaves.
It wasn't until the sound was far away that the child in red put his hands on the ground, changed his position with difficulty, then looked at Zhao Rang and said:
"His swordsmanship is still much better than mine!"
When the child in red spoke, there was no look of displeasure on his face, only a strong sense of unwillingness.
For young people, not giving up is a great thing and a source of motivation to continue climbing.
But not everyone can face their own shortcomings calmly and speak out openly about them.
It takes great courage to do this.
The kid in red's heart is far beyond his age, and he also has the courage to admit his own shortcomings. Even Zhao Rang felt a little ashamed when he saw it...
"Huh? Why don't you speak?"
Seeing that Zhao Rang ignored him, the child in red continued to ask.
"I don't know much about swordsmanship."
Zhao Rang said and pointed to the knife on his waist.
The kid in red curled his lips, obviously dissatisfied with Zhao Rang's answer and felt that he was perfunctory.
However, knives and swords are originally two different things, and they are very different from each other.
There was once a senior martial artist who used swords to perform sword moves. Although he was able to do it for a while, he was still an alien and could not last long.
If you have to force a layman to speak in insider terms, the other party can only do it in a perfunctory manner.
"Who did you learn your swordsmanship from?"
Zhao Rang asked.
In the past, every twelfth lunar month in the world, someone would compile the "Plum Blossom Genealogy", and those who could enter the genealogy were all famous masters.
But if the editor saw the fight between these two children today, they would definitely be included in it.
Apart from martial arts cultivation, these two children are enough to rank among the top thirty in the world in terms of swordsmanship alone.
The most terrifying thing is that they are only in their teens.
"My master... Hehe, are you asking me about the master who paints or the master who practices swordsmanship?"
The kid in red asked slyly, his eyes rolling in circles.
"Do you still have two masters?"
The kid in red shook his head and said:
"I have many masters, more than two."
Zhao Rang nodded and immediately gave up his desire to know who his master was, and at the same time he felt a little regretful in his heart.
His pity is that this child will never become the top master.
Because he has too many masters and he is too smart.
If you want to become a top master, you must be unparalleled in proficiency and cannot be confused.
With this premise, we must have a broad and open mind and perseverance.
People who are too smart tend to dabble in things.
If one thing seems hopeless, it will soon be replaced by another.
After all, persisting in something with little hope for a long time is very painful and requires a lot of torture.
Smart people can't stand it, and they can't stand it.
And if this part is missing, a person will always be a man.
However, these principles are still too profound and harsh for a teenage child.
Zhao Rang chose not to tell him directly for his own good.
"Do me a favor!"
The kid in red suddenly said.
"Huh? What are you going to do?"
Zhao Rang saw him unbuttoning his coat one by one.
"There's a pocket sewn into the left lining. You tear it open and take out the contents."
Zhao Rang helped him unbutton it, reached in and touched what was sealed in the lining.
I tore it open and took it out. I saw two porcelain bottles, one sealed with white cloth and the other with black cloth to show the difference.
"What are these two for?"
Zhao Rang asked.
"medicine!"
"The black one is ointment, and the white one is medicated powder. Pour the hemostatic powder on the wound first, wait for it to coagulate, and then apply a layer of analgesic and stasis-removing ointment. It will heal quickly!"
Zhao Rang followed the instructions of the child in red and opened the white porcelain bottle and poured the powder inside onto the wound.
The blood that was still pouring out of the wound was condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With such a rapid curative effect, Zhao Rang couldn't help but admired in his heart that it was indeed a miracle medicine!
Then he opened another bottle, poured out the thick ointment inside, and applied it evenly to the wound.
As soon as these ointments come into contact with the skin, they quickly condense and firmly adhere to the wound.
"What are these two medicines called? They are so useful!"
In addition to knives, the Zhao family is most indispensable for various medicines for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, as well as medicine for treating wounds.
Not to mention when facing the enemy, even in daily sparring, people will often get injured.
But no matter which medicine is used, it is not half as effective as the two children in red.
"I don't know what kind of medicine it is. I call the one with white cloth Baiyao and the one with black cloth Baiyao."
The kid in red said.
"This was also given to you by one of your masters?"
Zhao Rang asked.
The kid in red nodded proudly.
In his opinion, this is not a bad thing, but a great thing! And it saves face for yourself!
After treating the wound, the child in red waved his hand and gave the unused medicine directly to Zhao Rang. Then he stood up, cheered up, and picked up his dagger.
"Let's go, I'll take you to find Yuyi."
The child in red has never called Master Yuyi, and always calls him by his first name, so Zhao Rang felt that Yuyi must not be his master.
Either he was a friend of his master, or he saw the child's potential and wanted to make good friends with him in advance, so that he would owe him a huge debt of gratitude before he became famous.
"Where does Hagoromo live?"
Zhao Rang asked.
The Taoist priests here are very easy-going, and most of them live not far from their disciples.
The acting headmaster even lived directly with the disciples, making it easier for them to ask for advice at any time.
Zhao Rang felt that although Yuyi had complained of illness for a long time and closed the door to thank guests, the place where he lived was not too remote.
But on Baihe Mountain, there are many peaks, which are divided into nine heavens. Even if a place seems very close, it may take a long time to walk there.
"Hagoromo lives in Tianwai Tian!"
The child in red has returned to his previous liveliness, but he still walks very carefully and does not dare to jump around like before.
Even so, he still walked very fast, but it was no longer difficult for Zhao Rang to keep up with him.
"Tianwaitian? What kind of place is this?"
As a Taoist sect, there are some place names that sound fairy-like or even weird, but Zhao Rang thinks it's nothing.
But everyone knows that there are nine heavens in Baihe Mountain. The highest level is where Lu Zu ascended in the past. The golden body of Lu Zu is still enshrined and is guarded by the oldest and most senior master in Baihe Mountain. How come another one appears? Come from heaven?
Outside the Nine Heavens, isn't this place even more powerful than the Nine Heavens where Lu Zu ascended?
"What does Tianwaitian say..."
The kid in red buttoned his head and slowed down unconsciously, thinking about how to explain.
"Tian Wai Tian is a place!"
Zhao Rang had no reaction to this correct nonsense.
Everyone can know that Tianwaitian is a place.
If not a place, what else could it be?
"Ah, I know what to say!"
The kid in red suddenly slapped his forehead and said.
"Um?"
"There is a story among them, which was told to me by one of my masters."
Zhao Rang said with a smile:
"Did that Lu Zu do something earth-shattering in this place again, so it's called Tianwaitian?"
Zhao Rang was well versed in the stories circulating in these Taoist sects, and they were basically related to the gods enshrined.
"No, it has nothing to do with the old man with the flying sword. It's the story of the Bodhisattva!"
"Buddha?"
Zhao Rang asked in great surprise.
Baihe Mountain has always been an authentic Taoist sect, so how could a story about a Bodhisattva suddenly appear?
"Yes, it's the story of Bodhisattva. You know Bodhisattva, right? He's the one who doesn't let people eat meat!"
Of course Zhao Rang knew about Bodhisattva.
He also knew that there were many Bodhisattvas.
Every Bodhisattva forbids people to eat meat, so he couldn't tell which Bodhisattva the child in red was talking about.
The kid in red is also not interested in Bodhisattvas. Even the founder of Baihe Mountain is "that old man with a flying sword" in his mouth.
"There used to be a Bodhisattva temple in Tianwai Tianna, because every evening at sunset, the location of the temple happened to be half bright and half dark, as if it straddled day and night."
"So we call him Tianwaitian?"
The kid in red nodded and said:
"This is one aspect, and the other aspect is because of the Bodhisattva enshrined inside. That Bodhisattva seemed to be a very powerful Bodhisattva and said some famous words, but I can't remember it."
Zhao Rang thought about it and couldn't remember any Bodhisattva that could be related to Tianwaitian, so he didn't go into details anymore.
The two of them walked up the water, walked through a plum forest, and saw a building built on the cliff. It was named Baichilou, which means that the dangerous building is hundreds of feet high and can pick the stars with your hands.
Zhao Rang couldn't help but take a second look. The kid in red turned back and said:
"There's no place to go up now. It's fun in the summer! I'll take you up there in the summer to see the stars and enjoy the mountain breeze. But it's cooler and there are no mosquitoes!"
As they walked, the two of them climbed onto a stone platform.
There is flowing water below and moving clouds above.
The mountains are covered with dense forests and jagged boulders.
The place is still high, so there are many evergreen pines and cypresses rooted in the mud heads in the rocky crevices.
Further up, there are dense clouds of mist, almost condensing into substance and dripping down.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up from the ravine, as sharp as a knife. Even Zhao Rang's face, which has been tempered by the northwest wind, feels a little unbearable...
"Do you still want to go up to Tianwai Tian?"
Looking at the fog that could not be blown away by the strong wind, Zhao Rang felt some inexplicable fear in his heart.
"There is no way further up, and I have never been up there. The sky is going to pass through here, and it is on the waist of another mountain."
