On top of Qingyang Peak, next to the West Lake, there is an old locust tree with lush branches and leaves. Its bark is like an ancient wise man, full of traces of the vicissitudes of time. The branches of the old locust tree are curved, showing a vicissitude of beauty that has gone through wind and rain, as if telling an ancient and profound story.
A thin young man was lying on the old locust tree, his eyes closed tightly, seemingly still immersed in sleep.
A ray of sunlight in the early morning shined through the leaves on the young man's dark yellow face, and his face was covered with oil. The dazzling sunlight made the young man very uncomfortable. He frowned, covered his eyes with his hands, and continued to sleep soundly.
Not long after, the door of the villa was slowly pushed open, and a girl in a purple dress walked out of the villa gracefully with light steps. Her hair was black and bright, reaching straight to her waist. Her eyebrows were picturesque, and she had a pair of charming eyes. Her peach blossom eyes, flawless contours, and skin as white as snow are like the white moonlight coming out of a painting.
The girl stretched and yawned, as if she had not yet woken up. Her eyes moved to the young man on the old locust tree, her voice was a little lazy, and there was a smile on her face.
"Mo Yan, if you don't get up, Master will punish you to stand still."
Hearing this, Mo Yan immediately woke up from his sleep, sat up, looked at the girl, and said with a naive smile.
"Senior sister, I've actually been up for a long time. I just closed my eyes and rested my mind."
The girl glanced at him and said, "Only Master and I believe what you say."
After saying this, the girl slowly walked towards the lotus pavilion beside the West Lake.
Mo Yan scratched his head, smiled, jumped down from the old locust tree, and ran quickly towards the girl, with a meaningful smile on his face.
"Sister, didn't Master say that as long as I succeed in my studies, he would let me go down the mountain?"
The girl's steps became slow, she looked at the sky not far away and said meaningfully.
"Do you really want to go down the mountain?"
Mo Yan came to the girl's side and nodded.
"Otherwise! I have been here since I was a child and have never gone down the mountain. I don't know what the scenery is like at the bottom of the mountain, and I don't know if the scenery is as good as Qingyang Mountain. I don't know... how strong the monks at the foot of the mountain are, whether I can match one or two .”
The girl had already guessed why he was going down the mountain. She smiled slightly and patted Mo Yan's little head.
"Are you sure... you want to go down the mountain to enjoy the scenery, not to find someone to compete in martial arts with."
Hearing this, Mo Yan smiled awkwardly and said: "To be honest with you, senior sister, I went down the mountain to find someone to practice martial arts with, but my ultimate goal is to go down the mountain for fun. After all, staying here all year round is too boring. Don't you want to go down the mountain for some fun, senior sister?" .”
The girl shook her head and replied: "I don't want to."
Mo Yan didn't understand and asked, "Why don't you want to?"
The girl said meaningfully: "Today's world is too complicated, people's hearts are unpredictable, and wars are constant. It is not as leisurely and comfortable as Qingyang Mountain. Senior sister, I have long been accustomed to this kind of life without fighting against the world, and Master, he is now Now that you are getting older, you need me to take care of you. And... if you want to learn martial arts or ask for advice on swordsmanship, you can go to your senior brothers and sisters. Why do you insist on going down the mountain? The mountain is not as good as you think. "
The girl walked into the lotus pavilion, came to the wooden chair and sat down slowly.
Mo Yan hurriedly picked up the teapot from the wooden table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the girl. Then he sat next to the girl, pulled her sleeves, and said aggrievedly.
"I asked my senior brothers and them for swordsmanship lessons, but I never won. My competitive spirit has almost been worn away. I don't have to go down the mountain to get my competitive spirit back. It's like an unopened sword and I don't have to find some whetstones."
The girl took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and then slowly spoke.
"You have to ask Master about this. If Master agrees, then you can go down the mountain."
Mo Yan was overjoyed. After all, he knew about Master's virtues, and now his conduct had exceeded Master's expectations. Master would definitely agree when he came down from the mountain. Now there is no problem with Senior Sister, only Senior Brother and the others are left behind. Think about it. They were all so happy that the corners of their mouths involuntarily raised, and they picked up the teapot and refilled the girl's tea.
"Then Senior Sister Lao has asked for me."
When the girl saw Mo Yan like this, she felt mixed feelings in her heart, and sighed: "After we go down the mountain, my senior sisters and brothers will no longer be able to protect you anytime and anywhere. From now on, you can only rely on yourself."
Mo Yan chuckled and said, "With my current behavior, I seem to be able to dominate with one hand."
The girl reminded: "There is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. Don't be too contemptuous of your opponents. If you meet someone who is unbeatable, you can report the name of the master, and it may save your life."
Mo Yan quickly shook his head and said: "Forget it. Master has retired from the world, so I won't bother him anymore. Maybe I don't know his name now. If I tell him, I might still be laughed at."
Hearing this, the girl knocked a date on Mo Yan's forehead and reminded him: "Even if Master retires, his deeds will still be passed down."
Mo Yan rubbed his forehead and pouted: "Oh..."
Mo Yan moved his eyes to a willow tree and found that there was no one there. In the past, senior brother Qin Hao would practice swordsmanship, boxing, calligraphy and painting there. But now that he saw no one there, he was really curious and asked: "Today Why haven’t you seen Senior Brother Qin Hao come out for morning exercises?”
The girl hummed: "I must be taking care of those little animals in the manor again!"
"Animals..." Mo Yan looked puzzled and asked, "Senior Brother Qin Hao, when did he raise animals? Why didn't I know?"
The girl took a sip of tea and said calmly: "I'm not sure either."
The girl put down the tea cup and continued: "Actually, it's quite good. Senior Brother Qin Hao either practices swordsmanship, boxing, or calligraphy and painting every day. He is extremely boring. It would be great to find some animals to keep him company!"
As soon as the girl finished speaking, a deafening sound came from the villa.
"Junior sister Mu Yao, come to the manor to help."
"Senior Brother Qin Hao is really busy every day, and he doesn't know what he is busy with."
Mu Yao sighed helplessly, picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. She stood up and ran towards the sound, disappearing like an arrow from a string.
Mo Yan also wanted to find out what was going on. He followed closely, but his speed was obviously not as fast as Mu Yao. In an instant, he was thrown several meters away, and Mu Yao was no longer visible. Seeing that he could not catch up, Mo Yan stopped. The steps rested against a tree.
A harsh sound of ridicule came from the villa.
Hearing this, Mo Yan had a displeased look on his face, raised his head to show off his reputation, and rolled up his sleeves to teach the person who was mocking him a lesson. When he found out that it was Senior Brother Chang'an, he felt anxious and uneasy, so he hurriedly pulled down his sleeves out of respect.
"Senior Brother Chang..."
Mo Yan has been praying in his heart that the action of rolling up his sleeves just now will not be seen by Senior Brother Chang An, otherwise he will inevitably get beaten today. After all, Mo Yan has done such things, but in front of the high-spirited Senior Brother Chang An, Mo Yan can't do it. Dishonest, after all, other senior brothers and sisters can only teach verbally, unlike senior brother Changan who uses force.
Chang'an climbed up the wall, sat on it, twisted his wrist, and said kindly.
"Junior brother, you are still so skillful in rolling up your sleeves. It seems that senior brother has not been able to convince you these days, or maybe you don't have too much time to lie down, so you are so wanton and reckless. , I have no respect for my elders."
Mo Yan had a look of astonishment on his face, trembling as he knelt down on one knee and said in fear.
"I don't know if it's Senior Brother Chang'an who's coming, so it's very offensive."
Chang An chuckled, jumped down from the wall, walked to Mo Yan, helped Mo Yan up, and said with a smile.
"It was just a joke made by senior brother, so there is no need to be so panicked."
Mo Yan had a look of astonishment on his face. He didn't know what Senior Brother Chang'an was up to in front of him. If Mo Yan had been lying on the bed and dying in the past, how could he be standing here intact now? He would not have spoken so nicely in the past. , which made Mo Yan a little overwhelmed and asked cautiously.
"Senior Brother Chang'an, did you take the wrong medicine today? How could you..."
Before he finished speaking, Senior Brother Chang'an grabbed Mo Yan's collar with one hand and his eyes were stunned. The world suddenly became quiet, and all he could hear was Mo Yan's rapid and uneasy breathing. Mo Yan also knew that he had just said the wrong thing, but now he explained Or it was too late to make amends, so I had to accept being beaten this time.
Chang'an took a deep breath and looked at the bamboo forest not far away. It seemed that there was a pair of eyes in the depths of the bamboo forest staring at Chang'an, as if he was warning something. Changan helplessly turned his eyes and picked up Mo Yan who was carrying him. Put it down, warned.
"If you want to wander down the mountain, I won't stop you. With your current strength, the monks in the world will definitely not be your opponent. But when you meet a strong person, I hope you won't act so recklessly. After all, no one will be by your side. Protect you."
Mo Yan nodded quickly and agreed: "Of course..."
Chang An took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve, handed it to Mo Yan, and gave instructions.
"After going down the mountain, if you meet a monk who is far stronger than you, remember... burn this talisman, and I will appear and save your life. Remember... this talisman can only be used once. Unless it is an emergency, it can be used thousands of times. Don’t use it.”
After saying this, Chang An walked towards the bamboo forest and disappeared from Mo Yan's field of vision in an instant.
Mo Yan took the talisman and carefully put it into his pocket. He looked meaningfully at the direction where Senior Brother Chang An was leaving, with a slight smile on his lips.
A man in white clothes appeared behind Mo Yan. The left side of the man's face was covered with cyan bloodshot eyes, which looked extremely penetrating. He seemed to be wearing half of an invisible mask. The right side of his face looked extremely pale, with white lips and dull eyes. , looking extremely weak, like a dying person, the man patted Mo Yan's shoulder, his voice slightly weak.
"Junior brother, what can make you so happy? You might as well tell me about it."
Mo Yan was startled and moved a few steps to the side. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was Brother Ling, and he patted his nervous chest.
"Brother Pastor Ling, why are you so mysterious and invisible? You scared me."
Ling Mu smiled slightly and said, "It's not me who scares you, but my face."
Hearing this, Mo Yan looked panicked, as if he had said something wrong, and quickly explained: "Brother Lingpao, I...I didn't mean that."
Ling Mu gently stroked Mo Yan's head and said with a smile, "I just said it casually as a joke. There's no need to be so nervous."
Mo Yan complained: "Such demeaning words about myself are not funny at all."
Ling Mu coughed a few times and smiled weakly: "Okay, just don't tell me next time."
"You are so seriously poisoned and you are not recuperating in bed. How come you are walking outside alone?" Mo Yan looked behind the mausoleum and found that there was no one there. He was actually allowed to walk out alone despite being highly poisoned. He also asked in confusion. : "Isn't Junior Sister taking care of you? Why haven't you seen her? Is she lying in bed again and sleeping in?"
Ling Mu coughed a few times and walked slowly towards the willow tree by the West Lake. He walked very slowly, like an old man whose life was hanging by a thread, as fragile as the wind.
"Don't blame me, junior sister. After all, she is still young and is growing up, so I won't bother her anymore. Let her sleep a little longer and go out for a walk alone."
Ling Mu coughed softly, like the chirping of birds in the morning, weak and crisp.
"Junior sister took care of me, a dying person, day and night. I can't thank you enough."
"Just say some unlucky words." Mo Yan was afraid that he would bump into him, so he hurriedly supported Ling Mu and said distressedly: "Look at you, you can't even walk anymore, and you still go out to walk. If we bump into each other, we should How distressed it is!”
Ling Mu touched Mo Yan's head and smiled helplessly.
"It's just because I lie in bed every day that my legs and feet are weak. Besides...Senior brother, am I so fragile?"
"This is not a question of vulnerability, but the poison in your body will attack from time to time. If no one is watching, no one will be able to save you when it attacks. So it's better to stay in bed and recuperate."
Mo Yan helped Ling Mu to sit on a huge rock by the West Lake.
Ling Mu looked at the West Lake and said meaningfully: "I'm not going to die soon. If I don't go out for more walks and see more of the outdoor scenery, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future."
Hearing this, Mo Yan said angrily: "Don't say such depressing words. Master, isn't he trying to find a way to detoxify you?"
Ling Mu had mixed feelings and said, "Three years have passed without any results at all. I have also bothered Master for three years. Alas..."
Mo Yan encouraged: "I have persisted for three years. If I persist for a few more years, maybe Master will develop the antidote. It is only a matter of time before we develop the antidote."
Ling Mu sighed and said no more.
Mo Yan bent down and picked up a flat stone and threw it towards the lake. However, there was only a splash, which was a little embarrassing.
"Uh uh uh……"
When Ling Mu saw this, he also showed a smile and pulled Mo Yan's sleeve.
Mo Yan turned around and glanced at his empty eyes, and with a sudden understanding, he picked up a flat stone and handed it to Ling Mu.
Ling Mu raised his hand to take the stone with difficulty, and his sleeves slid down a little, unintentionally revealing the cyan bloodshot threads on his right arm.
When Mo Yan saw it, he immediately helped Ling Mu straighten his sleeves.
Ling Mu smiled and stared at the stone in his hand. He did not throw it away, but kept looking at it. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. He had mixed feelings and smiled bitterly.
"I think about the time when I held a sword and fought against the wilderness. The wilderness was turned upside down by me alone. I was so majestic at that time, but now I can't even throw a stone, let alone hold a sword. It's really a trick of fate. I'm like a waste. Generally, you can enjoy your retirement here."
Mo Yan didn't know how to comfort the powerful man on the side. If it were his future self sitting in front of him, his heart would have been broken long ago and he would not have the courage to live.
Mo Yan looked firm and said unswervingly: "Brother Lingpao, don't worry. When I come down from the mountain, I will seek justice for you and find the antidote."
Hearing this, Ling Mu's whole body trembled slightly, his breathing became rapid and restless, his heartbeat fluctuated, and he held Mo Yan's hands tightly.
Mo Yan seemed to feel the trembling of Ling Mu's hands that were holding him tightly, and he immediately knelt down and asked with concern.
"Brother Pastor Ling, what's wrong with you? Why are you shaking so badly? Is it... a poison attack?"
Ling Mu did not reply, but closed his eyes tightly. The time for a cup of tea had passed. Ling Mu opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood spit out from his mouth was not blood red, but green.
At this moment, Mo Yan was frightened and hurriedly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, gently helped Ling Mu wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said with a trembling voice.
"Brother Lingpao, please hold on, I'll call Master right now."
Ling Mu took Mo Yan's hand and coughed a few times. His body stopped shaking and seemed to have stabilized. He shook his head.
"It's okay. Just mentioning that person makes my heart tremble unconsciously. I don't know why. Maybe it's an afterimage in my heart!"
Mo Yan touched his cheek and murmured to himself without thinking, "Who is it that can make Brother Lingpao so afraid?"
Mo Yan patted Ling Mu's shoulder gently and asked.
"Brother Lingpao Priest, why don't you tell me the person who hurt you? When I come down from the mountain, I will go find him to reason."
Ling Mu shook his head and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Mo Yan.
"Brother Lingpao Pastor, you can rest assured that I am not a reckless person. When the time comes, I will fight if I can fight. If I can't fight, I will run away. Nothing will happen to me. Besides... I am far more capable now than It’s not like you can’t fight with him.”
Mo Yan knew what he was worried about, and he was just saying this to reassure him and to get the person who hurt him out of his mouth. After all, except for the master and him, even the senior brother didn't know. It was obvious who that person was. How strong.
Ling Mu smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I don't even know what the person who hurt me looks like right now."
Mo Yan asked with a look of disbelief.
"There may not be many people in this world who can hurt you calmly."
I thought Ling Mu was joking, but judging from his expression, maybe he really didn't know.
