Xie Wule jumped up to the basket as usual, swayed a few times and fell down.
This bamboo basket is large at the top and small at the bottom. It was filled with sand and gravel, and the sides of the basket were supported by the sand and gravel so that it would not shake.
Now that half of the sand and stone have been reduced, there is no support, and it is so huge that even a small shaking will become much larger.
Xie Wule patted himself and stood up, putting away his previous contempt. He thought it was similar to before, but he didn't expect that it was actually completely different when he started.
The old man looked at Xie Wule who was trying carefully and yawned: "Disciple, be careful not to be arrogant and impatient. I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. I'm sleepy, so I'll take a nap first."
In a certain town, Song Weiwei sat by the window, looking at the sparse pedestrians on the street, and couldn't help but sigh.
It's only the first day. It's normal that Mr. Xie didn't come. We've been looking for him for so long. This is the first time we have news. Why wait a little longer?
I understand the truth, but why can’t I contain my inner urgency?
Song Weiwei couldn't understand that it was precisely because of that little bit of hope that she was afraid that this was just empty joy. Longing, eager to see Xie Wule immediately to dispel her uneasiness.
Four days passed.
Xie Wule relied on his previous experience to be able to walk a certain distance on the side of the shaking basket. This made him overjoyed, which meant that he could walk on flat ground as long as he grasped the trick.
The old man opened one eye and looked at Xie Wule, observed it for a while and then closed it again.
This kid is a quick learner, and it's obvious that he is a good candidate for running away.
A figure flashed into a magnificent house.
"Have you found out your identity?" After the drinking incident, a person turned his back to the hall and played with the wine glass in his hand, while the wine swayed in the glass.
I don't know when there was an additional person in the hall. He bowed respectfully to the figure behind him and said, "I've checked it out. It's confirmed."
The shaking of the wine glass stopped suddenly, and the wine hit the wall of the glass and splashed with wine beads.
"Ta." The wine dropped.
"Well, in that case, kill him!" The voice was hoarse and low.
"But, Your Majesty and Mr. Fan..." The people in the hall were obviously hesitant and lowered their heads.
"Bang! Dongdong." The wine glass fell to the ground and rolled down the steps, and the wine splashed onto the man's robe.
"But? But what?" The man turned around, his eyes slightly protruding, and his expression was slightly ferocious.
He walked down the steps and came to the person in the hall. He squatted down a little, raised his head and met the person's eyes.
After a long while, he stood up straight, turned around with his head lowered, and walked towards the steps.
"Okay, okay. Guo Li, you won't listen to me anymore. Hahahahaha." He walked to the steps with a wry smile, turned around suddenly again, and walked quickly towards Guo Li. His voice turned from sadness to anger: "Guo Li, you Have you forgotten? Who! Adopted the abandoned you? Who! Taught you a skill? "
He walked up to Guo Li, stared at him, and said in a higher tone: "Who is it again? Let you be granted an official title and have enough food and clothing?"
Guo Li lowered his head and said nothing.
"talk!"
"who is it?"
"Have you forgotten?"
Guo Li took two steps back and knelt on the ground: "It's you, sir. Li'er doesn't dare to forget."
"Very good, you haven't forgotten." The man in the Chinese robe looked at the kneeling Guo Li and nodded with satisfaction.
The man shook his sleeves, turned around, and put his hands behind his waist: "Go, kill him!"
"Yes!" Guo Li disappeared in an instant.
After Guo Li left, the man sat down on the ground, looked around absently, crawled to the wine glass, and picked it up.
He stared at the remaining wine at the bottom of the glass, raised it high above his head, and poured it into his mouth drop by drop.
"No more?" the man murmured, throwing the wine glass aside and looking straight at the roof.
"Your Majesty is too soft-hearted, too soft-hearted."
"so."
The man stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing coldly: "So, some work must be done by me!"
The old man looked around, but there was no one there. He took out "Liang Yi Sword Technique" again.
The old man looked at the first few pages that had been turned and were almost rotten. He recalled that he had to go up the mountain to study tomorrow and wiped his eyes. Old man, I am really eager to learn.
Although each time is less than two quarters of an hour at most, the victory lies in the number of times. Although I only read the first few pages, but, but, I turned it over many times.
I am really worried about my disciple. The old man was so moved that he was in a mess.
A gust of wind blew by, and the old man rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was almost here today.
I picked up the book and was about to put it in my arms when I took it out again.
"Hey, what does the book say? I must remember it this time. I will forget what I read today and forget it tomorrow. Every day the content feels fresh and different. When will this stop?"
Xie Wule saw that it was getting late. His master usually came back soon, but today he was uncharacteristically not back yet, and he became a little worried.
Just as I was about to go up the mountain to look for him, I saw the old man walking out of the forest and hurriedly stepped forward: "Master, why are you back so late? Are you okay?"
The old man curled his beard and said, "What's the matter? What can I do? I just found a tiger. I was afraid that it would hurt you, so I wanted to kill it. Unfortunately, it ran away. I chased it for a long time and failed to catch up, which wasted some time. ."
Seeing Xie Wule nodding in conviction, the old man snorted and walked forward.
This guy is so easy to deceive. You can’t say that I accidentally fell asleep while reading on the mountain.
After dinner, the old man asked Xie Wule to clean up and rest. He had already had a good sleep today and was still full of energy.
Today on the mountain, the old man was reading a book and had a big dream. In the dream, a man holding a sword whose face could not be seen clearly stood in the air like an immortal.
The old man looked up in the open space in front of the house, and suddenly his eyes met that person's, and he felt as if countless fine needles were pricking his eyes.
The old man lowered his head and rubbed his eyes with his hands, then raised his head again. The man holding the sword raised his hand and waved to him. The air around him fluctuated violently, and a sword energy flew towards him at a very fast speed.
The speed was extremely fast, and he was in front of his eyes in an instant. The surrounding trees were crushed into ashes, and the air seemed to be cut away. It was extremely difficult for the old man to breathe.
The old man woke up with a start, his back felt cold, and he cursed and went down the mountain.
The weather turned cold, and the old man had moved the rocking chair into the house. He looked at Xie Wule who was sleeping and muttered in a low voice: "I have been bragging to this kid so much lately. Old man, I almost believe that I am a peerless expert. I feel so confident." few."
"Although I have offended many people, how dare I provoke an immortal?"
One week has passed as said.
Xie Wule stood on the edge of the basket as smoothly as a flying crane standing on water, his pace was neither hasty nor slow.
"It's just a little bit close." Xie Wule excitedly stood up from the ground.
"Disciple, we're running out of food again." The old man was lying on the rocking chair.
"Okay Master, I will buy it tomorrow." Xie Wule felt that as long as he grasped the feeling just now, he would succeed immediately.
"Hahaha, it really worked, please speed up next time." After a while, Xie Wule successfully walked to the edge of the basket.
town.
Song Weiwei looked at the fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, with an expression that spoke of disappointment.
"I have been staying here for nearly twelve days, and I still haven't seen Mr. Xie. If I wait another day tomorrow, if I still haven't seen him, I can't stay here anymore."
On the way to the town, Xie Wule suddenly felt a chill coming from his strength and looked up.
Snowflakes are flying.
"Snowing."
Song Weiwei took back a few snowflakes and watched them melt quickly in her hands.
"Will Mr. Xie show up today?"
When Xie Wule came to the town, the snow had stopped for a while.
Leading the white horse, he walked around in front of various shops. Roast chicken, roast duck, and wine are must-buys. Master likes these things very much.
The rest of the steamed buns, beef and other items are also bought in various sizes.
Song Weiwei was sitting by the window. Maybe because she wasn't going to the market, there weren't many people coming and going on the street.
After more than ten days of waiting, Song Weiwei's inner expectations were gradually drained away.
"It seems that I won't be able to see Mr. Xie today." Song Weiwei sighed, her beautiful eyes lightly closing.
Xie Wule tied a bag of potatoes on the horse's back and clapped his hands: "Well, it's almost done. Go back quickly. Master will have to worry again later."
A group of people in green clothes suddenly appeared, followed by a white horse carrying something.
Song Weiwei stood up excitedly. Although it was just a silhouette from behind, it still showed infinite familiarity.
"Thank you, Master." His eyes were wet, and he blurted out almost accidentally.
Since leaving Song Mansion, Song Weiwei had no news at all, so she chased her out like this.
In order to make it easier to inquire about the information, Song Weiwei drew a portrait of Xie Wule based only on his memory, and did not miss any opportunity to search along the surrounding towns with the Song Mansion as the center.
Finally saw it today!
Song Weiwei ran downstairs and ran to the street to chase the familiar figure.
"Thank you, Mr. Song." Song Weiwei shouted from behind.
Pedestrians around him stopped curiously, and their eyes met with Song Weiwei.
The man turned around slowly when he heard the voice.
no.
Like, really very similar. The body is similar, the height is similar, and the facial features are similar. From a distance, they are exactly the same person.
But when you get closer, you will find that the image can only stop at the image, just like brass cannot wait for real gold.
Although I don’t know what Xie Wule has been through or what he is thinking, he exudes a confused but determined, mature and innocent aura that ordinary people don’t have.
The light in Song Weiwei's eyes dissipated, she lowered her head, and a few strands of black hair slipped down.
There are more and more unknown pedestrians. The man looked around, led the white horse away.
Song Weiwei walked out of the crowd and returned to the inn.
She suddenly felt that her nose was sore and she felt so wronged. She just wanted to find Mr. Xie. Why did God tease her like this?
I am like the clown in a drama, being played by others.
Give you a little light in the darkness, and you run towards it, and on the way it gets darker and darker until you can't see clearly.
Just when you want to give up, it suddenly lights up again to tempt you. You finally get to it, but what's waiting for you is a basin of cold water.
Song Weiwei threw herself on the bed, tears soaking the pillow.
Xie Wule returned to the hut and did not see the old man. He stood at the door and looked around.
"Come back?" The old man appeared behind Xie Wule holding many bamboo joints of different lengths.
"Um."
"When you're back, come and help! You're just standing there with no eyesight at all." The old man cursed and walked to the back of the house.
Xie Wule followed the old man: "Master, what are you doing?"
"It's going to snow for a while today, so I'm just thinking about building a shed for the horse. I'll be careful if it's winter. You go find something to put on the roof." The old man tied the frame tightly.
Master not only cares about me, but also cares about the horse. Speaking of which, in order for me to concentrate on learning my art, Master has always been feeding the white horse. Xie Wule said oh and walked towards the mountain with a smile.
After the old man finished building the frame, he picked up a handful of grass he had picked up a few days ago and fed it to the white horse, stroking its head.
"My darling, don't be hungry. I'll build a shelter for you. Don't freeze. I'm counting on you to come back for my winter food."
