After leaving the Haitian Pavilion, Qingming seemed to be a different person. He ran forward and backward, and jumped over the steps when he encountered them. His legs and feet did not stop for a moment, trying his best to move around. However, Wei Shiqi followed behind him, looking mature and steady. , quite a city.
The two passed by the old place of Wuyaguan, entered the south wing along the wooden plank road, and came to between Tianfeng Pavilion and Honglian Pavilion. Qingming was familiar with the doors and roads. They reached out and pushed open a wooden door. There were two narrow corridors inside. Built on a cliff, one leads to the upper level quiet room and the other leads to the lower level chamber.
Qingming led him to the upper floor. There was a quiet room in the north and south respectively. He opened the south room and found it empty. Half of the wall was attic and half of the cave. There was a futon on the ground and a low bed against the wall, covered with pillows and quilts. Facing the plank road are three long windows, and the wind makes the window paper rattle.
"You stay here. There is tea and fruit in the lower wing, and someone will take care of you there. It's late today. Come to Tianfeng Pavilion to find me tomorrow."
Wei Shiqi thanked him, Qingming smiled and ran away.
Pushing open the long window, the fierce mountain wind roared in, the distant mountains were half-dark, the golden crow fell to the other side of Liushi Peak, twilight came overwhelmingly, and the half-moon swayed up to the top of the mountain, casting the shadow of the swaying trees. Go indoors.
He felt restless and a little lonely.
After standing at the window to enjoy the wind, Wei Shiqi closed the long window and sat on the futon for a long time. He still couldn't calm down. He simply got up and left the quiet room, walking around under the moonlight.
Walking along the corridor to the wing on the lower level of the plank road, the door is ajar and the candlelight flickers. Wei Shiqi gently opened the door, and the dim candlelight poured out like water. He looked up and saw a plaque under the eaves, with the words "Tang Boi" engraved on it. There was no inscription left, and the words were round and full of meaning. .
The calligraphy was good. He looked up and looked at it for a long time. Thinking of the "Han Ye Ke Lai" inn in Tieling Town, he smiled knowingly. We meet each other everywhere in life. This is also fate.
Wei Shiqi stepped into the side room, which was still half an attic and half a cave. Two candles as thick as arms were inserted into the candlesticks. The flames swayed and illuminated a plate of bright red fruits on the table. They were shaped like plums and as big as fists. The size is very attractive.
An old man with white beard and hair and a stooped body came out of the corner. His eyes were sleepy and his movements were slow. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked very tired, as if he hadn't slept for several days.
He said in a hoarse voice: "It's cold and the night is long, and the wind is blowing hard. Young man, would you like to drink some hot tea?"
Although he was just an old man with an unspectacular appearance, Wei Shiqi did not dare to neglect him. He bowed his hands in greeting and said politely: "I'm tired. I was about to drink a few sips of hot tea to relieve my fatigue."
The old man pulled out an iron stove from under the table, stuffed a few pieces of wood into it, rubbed his hands together, and lit the fire. The flame was pale and rose straight up, unaffected by the mountain wind. He took out another bag of tea leaves from the closet, removed the rough paper and poured some into the teapot. He scooped water from the water tank and filled it up. He sat on the stove, and the flames enveloped the teapot. In an instant, white air burst out, and the water boiled. The tea smells fragrant, and the fire is extinguished just in time.
Wei Shiqi watched his every move and was secretly shocked. Even an old man who made fire and boiled water had such accomplishments. The Sword Controlling Sect was really not that simple!
"There is nothing good in the mountains and wilderness. You can still drink tea, and the fruits are not bad. Eat a few and try them." As he said that, the old man picked up the teapot, poured a bowl of tea steadily, and sent it to Wei Shi diligently. Seven came forward.
Wei Shiqi took the tea bowl and didn't rush to drink. He first looked at the color of the tea by candlelight, then smelled the aroma, and asked casually: "What's your surname, old man?"
"My surname is Feng. Just call me Lao Feng. Are you a new disciple of the Sword Control Sect?"
"Yes, I first arrived at Liushi Peak. My surname is Wei, Wei Shiqi."
The tea is green with a hint of yellow, reflecting Wei Shiqi's face, and the aroma is far and near, like the elusive singing voice in the quiet night, which is elusive. Wei Shiqi raised the tea bowl to his mouth, drank it all in one gulp, and let out a long white breath.
"how?"
Wei Shiqi answered the question, "It's very hot. Have another bowl!"
The old man chuckled and poured him another bowl, then stretched out his hand to push the fruit plate in front of him.
Wei Shiqi drank the tea, put the tea bowl on the table, and took out a fruit. The fruit was hard and had a thin layer of hard shell. He had never seen it before. To be cautious, he asked one more question: "What is this?" Fruit? How to eat it?"
"You can crack the shell of oily apricots in the mountains and eat the white meat inside. The kernel in the core is slightly bitter and full of oil. Some people like to eat it, while others don't."
Wei Shiqi ate the fruit and drank another bowl of tea. He watched Old Cangtou change the tea leaves, add water and boil it again, and asked casually: "Mr. Feng is also a disciple of the Sword Control Sect?"
"Why do you see that?" The old man didn't even look back, concentrating on controlling the fire.
Wei Shiqi's heart moved, and he guessed: "This fire expelling technique, so skillful and sophisticated, could it be derived from the Red Lotus Technique among the Four Kunlun Techniques?"
The old man was stunned for a long time and sighed: "You have good vision. This is indeed the Red Lotus Jue. However, my qualifications are mediocre. I haven't made any progress in forty years. I can only do some menial jobs here, picking fruits, carrying water, and cooking." Tea, sweep the pavilion, and have lived to my current age. Those who have better qualifications than me and work harder than me come and go, but I don’t know how much they have perished..."
Wei Shiqi's heart trembled. His words seemed to have profound meaning. He lowered his head and thought about it carefully. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
"But having said that, it is precisely because of those people who are qualified and hard-working that I can live safely until now under the protection of Kunlun. Otherwise, Taiyi Sect would have defeated Liushi Peak long ago, slaughtered all my Kunlun disciples, and overthrew the nest. , how can there be a perfect egg? If everyone is like me, then no one can be like me. The truth here is actually not difficult to figure out."
"Young man, if you can enter Wuya Temple, you are a talent that can be developed. Don't miss this great opportunity!"
Wei Shiqi smiled at him. He should have said some polite words such as "Thank you, old man, for your advice. I will definitely keep it in mind", and then asked him for advice humbly. Maybe he would find out that this old man who "hasn't made any progress in forty years" , turned out to be an unborn senior master of the Kunlun sect. He recognized the heroes with his keen eyes, taught him all the skills, sword techniques, flying sword elixirs, and gave him guidance - stop, stop, this is the plot of a novel and game, it doesn't hurt to think about it. , it’s really boring.
So he just smiled, cracked open the hard core of the apricot, peeled out the kernel and threw it into his mouth. As expected, it was full of oil and had a slightly bitter aftertaste.
However, he likes it.
After chatting for a while, his mood calmed down again, Wei Shiqi said hello to the old man, returned to the quiet room, sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and meditated, and read the "Sword Art" written by Ruan Jing to him. Qingming is Taoist Ziyang's personal Taoist boy. He can't just meet him whenever he wants. If he has any problems or wants something, he has to figure it out as early as possible to avoid delaying his practice in the future.
