Xu Huaigu lived on Fengtou Mountain for a long time. Although I live there for a long time, I actually don’t go to the village very often. I spend most of my time hiding in that spiritual place and seizing the time to practice.
Later, Wang Daya did find someone to go to Hulushan to verify, and found that Fan Jiang had indeed never appeared since that day, and the head of Hulushan had been replaced by a more stable second head, so he was relieved.
But his fear of Xu Huaigu became more and more serious. You must know that someone who can kill Fan Jiang must also be able to kill everyone in his village, so he has always been worried about Xu Huaigu's stay.
He guessed that the only thing in Fengtou Mountain that could keep the young monk here was Feng'er's beauty. However, Xu Huaigu did not get very close to Feng'er during these days. Instead, he seemed to be deliberately alienating Feng'er, which made it even more difficult. He couldn't figure out Xu Huaigu's purpose of staying.
Others on Fengtou Mountain didn't know much about Xu Huaigu, but the two sharp swords hanging on his body for a long time were enough to scare them, so Xu Huaigu had no friends on the mountain.
Only that honest man, Old Chen, who was over fifty years old, was particularly kind to Xu Huaigu. This is also because Lao Chen particularly likes Feng'er, and Xu Huaigu is the benefactor who saved Feng'er in his eyes, so he is particularly grateful to Xu Huaigu.
Moreover, Lao Chen secretly wanted to bring Xu Huaigu and Feng'er together. First, the two children are of the same age, and they are a perfect match for each other. Second, in his eyes, Xu Huaigu was an immortal cultivator with great future, and Feng'er was right to follow him.
But Lao Chen's thoughts are destined to be fruitless. Not to mention that it was impossible for Feng'er to agree, even if Feng'er agreed, Xu Huaigu would never dare to make such a mistake to his senior.
So Xu Huaigu spent most of his time in the mountains in pure asceticism.
Feng'er didn't bother to care about him. As long as Xu Huaigu didn't tell the secret between them, she didn't care what Xu Huaigu, an insignificant little monk, was doing on the mountain.
Even the spiritual energy treasure land that Xu Huaigu regarded as a treasure was not worth mentioning in her eyes, so she let Xu Huaigu practice there.
Feng'er didn't come to see Xu Huaigu practice either.
After all, a first-level monk, no matter how talented he is, is not enough for her.
Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter hides.
In such a peaceful and stable day, four years passed quietly in a flash.
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In the forest deep in the canyon, there is still a beautiful waterfall pouring down into the blue lake.
The mountain water was still very cold in early spring, but there was already a person under the waterfall. His long black hair was soaked in water and scattered on his back.
He was wearing a black suit with a black belt around his waist. His entire body was soaked by the water from the waterfall, which clung tightly to his body, reflecting his extremely well-proportioned silhouette.
It was Xu Huaigu four years later.
Xu Huaigu now looks very different from four years ago. Four years ago, he still looked like a child. After these four years, he has grown into a more mature person.
He is very tall, just like an average adult. Probably because he came into contact with spiritual practice earlier, his face is also extremely delicate.
Two silkworm eyebrows lay across her forehead, and a pair of bright willow-leaf eyes were shining, as beautiful as stars. He has a high nose bridge, regular facial features, and a pointed chin. He can charm so many girls with just a slight smile.
But he had no intention of charming the girl at the moment.
Xu Huaigu held the "Cang Shui" in his hand, and gestured gently on his palm for a long time, then sighed and said to himself: "This sword is a bit too short for me now, and I can't even use it." It goes smoothly, it seems that I will have to practice the long sword more in the future."
Having said that, he still did not put down his dagger. Instead, he dashed into the waterfall, facing the strong current, and wielded the dagger to break through the waterfall to hone his sword skills.
Time passed and it was noon before I knew it. Xu Huaigu then stopped, walked to the lake, lowered his head and scooped up a handful of water, then put it in his mouth and swallowed it.
Due to the abundant spiritual energy, the mountains and rivers here are particularly beautiful.
The mountains are especially green and the water in the lake is extremely sweet. The lake water is mixed with a hint of sweetness and enters the throat. It is refreshing and thirst-quenching. It is really an excellent drink.
A slightly hoarse voice came from the other side of the lake, shouting: "Boy Xu, don't just practice sword practice, come and have lunch!"
Xu Huaigu knew that it was Lao Chen who had brought the food, so he raised his head and replied: "Uncle Chen, you don't have to come over, I'll get it myself!"
After saying that, he tied the dagger around his waist and ran towards the figure that had become more and more stooped over the past four years.
When Xu Huaigu ran, his steps were vigorous, and a breeze blew up along the way, causing the dewdrops on the green grass to fall one after another.
Lao Chen felt very comforted when he saw Xu Huaigu walking so fast.
He has no children or a wife, and has always been alone, spending his whole life alone. That's why he loves Feng'er so much and would rather die to keep her. And now here comes another Xu Huaigu. Even though he practices martial arts all day long and doesn't play much with other people, he still likes it very much.
Others thought Xu Huaigu was an unattainable monk, but only he knew that Xu Huaigu was actually just a kind-hearted child.
He knew very well that his physical condition was getting worse year by year.
He is already fifty-five years old this year, which is considered a long life for a poor and poor family. He has been in decline since then. He doesn't know how many more days God can give him.
He has been a poor man all his life, and has seen too many life, death, and human nature in the world, but he still has the kindness of ordinary people.
Lao Chen took out the food in a cage.
The bowl is a very ordinary clay porcelain bowl, and the rice is rice cultivated by the people in the village. As for today's dish, it is half a roast chicken.
Lao Chen explained happily: "Yesterday, an unlucky pheasant ran into my backyard for some reason, so I caught it and made a roast chicken. I used to make roast chicken when I was young. It’s delicious, everyone who has eaten it says it’s good, why don’t you try it and see how my cooking is now?”
Xu Huaigu took out a chicken leg with chopsticks, handed it to Lao Chen and said, "Uncle Chen, you can eat one too."
Old Chen smiled honestly, waved his hand and said, "No need. I have been eating pheasants and fish all my life on this mountain, and I have long been tired of it. Besides, I also ate the other side of the roasted chicken, so this half is I’ll leave it to you.”
In fact, Lao Chen still had some caution.
He told a little lie and actually gave the other half of the roast chicken to Feng'er to eat.
A roast chicken, just half of it per person, wouldn’t it be a perfect match?
What Lao Chen couldn't let go of the most was actually Feng'er.
Xu Huaigu stopped talking. He picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables and tried his best to block his mouth. He seemed to be brewing something.
Lao Chen did not watch him eat, but looked at the landscape. This is the place where he has lived all his life. When he was young, he didn't think anything of it. Now that he is old, he feels that these mountains and rivers are particularly friendly.
He thought, how about he be buried here when he dies?
After Xu Huaigu finished his meal, he put away the dishes and chopsticks and said in a relaxed tone: "Uncle Chen, I'm going to leave here in the next few days."
Old Chen was stunned for a moment, without turning his head. He still looked at the landscape and replied: "Let's go, just keep walking. You are still very young and a monk with a bright future. Go and see more of the scenery of this world." , What does it sound like to always stay in one place?"
Xu Huaigu nodded, and the atmosphere became heavy.
Lao Chen asked again: "Then do you want to say hello to the people in the village before leaving?"
Xu Huaigu shook his head and said, "No need. Wang Daya just wants me to leave quickly. Except for you, no one else on the mountain cares whether I stay here. Why is there any need to say goodbye?"
Lao Chen also sighed and said, "Don't blame them. Mr. Wang also has his own concerns and difficulties. Everyone else is also an ordinary person. How can they have so many thoughts?"
Xu Huaigu nodded and said, "I know, I don't blame them."
After a long while, the air fell into silence again.
Lao Chen finally asked: "Are you really not at all reluctant to let go of Feng'er?"
Xu Huaigu smiled and said, "It's okay, I will come back here one day."
Lao Chen was a little sad, so he wiped the corners of his eyes and looked into the distance of the mountains and rivers.
His vision in the distance was a little blurry, and Lao Chen sighed inwardly that he was getting old and his eyesight was blurry.
But the blurry landscape painting seemed to have never been so beautiful, as if it had grown in his heart.
Lao Chen silently thought: When I die, it would be great if I could be buried here.
