Are You OK

Seven

The Cangzhu Mountain is cool all year round, and the bamboo mat is only used for a few days in the summer heat.I spread on the bed and closed my eyes at night, my spiritual consciousness was like being immersed in the gloomy well water, sinking safely.Sometimes it is vaguely illusion that he is still around.

I'm not doing well in the side door.I heard that the Bakumen has developed into a huge monster, which can't be shaken easily.Even more frightening is that I found that their reputation in the arena is not as bad as the master said. Even the martial arts conference invited them as guests.

I wanted to go to the martial arts conference with me, and was ridiculed by a few seniors: "Where is your turn?"

I was brought back halfway by the master, and I had no foundation. As soon as I showed up, I was quite squeezed out. Everyone would take a portion of the dishes served during the meal.The master originally called me a wizard, but maybe later found out that I was nothing but errands, so he stopped training.

He mentioned Gu Jiu to me twice, intentionally or not. I pretended to be ignorant and never mentioned the whereabouts of the sealer.This is what I promised the sealer.

I also asked him when he could help me get revenge. After being prevaricated several times, I gradually understood.

Once in the village, my fists were harder than anyone else, and I stood firm with brute force.But now that I spend thousands of times working hard every day to practice martial arts and make drugs, but still can't beat them, my mind gradually changes.

Instead of clashing fists with people, let those fists work for me.I watched their words and deeds day by day with cold eyes, and learned little by little.From surviving through the cracks to forming cliques, all the sealers never taught me, I was self-taught.

There must be a small number of wizards in this vast arena, and the vast majority of people's skill is just bit by bit.If I can catch up with them every year, maybe I can catch up with them in ten years, and then I will be famous in twenty years, plus more friendships, and cultivate my own power, who said thirty years later Can't I be the head?

People's hearts changed very quickly. Originally, there was only a dangling blade, but now there are a lot of gullies, and the blade is hidden in the depths.

After returning home for a few days from here, you can't take a leave for non-urgent matters.Besides, if you want to return home, Master will always ask one more question, since my parents have died, what kind of pro I was visiting.I don't go back very much, but I have sent many letters for the sealer.

In the first two years, I talked about some concerns, and then I only talked about trivial matters for the next year. In the end, I didn't mention everything, and only wrote two words: peace.

So many letters, never received a reply.I just gave it up, but often brought him some good medicinal materials, and if he didn't need them, he could still sell them for money.

On my twenty-year-old birthday, the master said that literati must honour and invite people to pick up characters on this day, but we are not literati, and we don’t rectify those empty ones. It is better to have a drink after sacrificing the heaven and earth master.Everyone was happy to have a drink, and the dinner was very lively.I pushed the cup and exchanged jogging, floating far away unconsciously.If someone can pick up the words for me, it should only be the sealer.

I wondered to wait until New Year's Eve to take a leave of absence, anyway to see him.Who would have thought that this side could not be achieved, because I was finally taken to participate in an unprecedented martial arts conference.

All the well-known decent sects who can be counted are all gathered together, and the evil deeds of the eight misfortunes are painfully reported.Those people have expanded their territory over the years, grabbed business everywhere, acted arrogantly and didn't know how to constrain, and the knots became bigger and bigger, finally touching the bottom line of the whole arena.

When it was the turn of the side door, the head of the door pushed me forward, and said with a distress: "The little boy's parents were lost at the hands of the eight miserable door. He was only seven years old at the time. He watched the mob burn the house on fire..." The decent and upright people are excited, and they shouted to unite in the crusade against the mob and bring justice.

In the crowd, the master stroked my long beard and patted me on the shoulder: "This time it depends on your performance."

Before leaving, I want to repair a book and give it to the sealer.I didn't write for a long time, and when I really wanted to pick up the pen, I didn't know where to start.I dryly wrote: "This is a dangerous and dangerous trip. If you can survive, you must return home. If you can't, you must dream of your king. Don’t wait for a few years..."

At this point, I scratched my head and rummaged through the library borrowed by the master. At the end, I copied the following sentence: "Wai Zai Huai Zai." Wanting to come is always a thought.

After my letter was sent, he brought a packet of food.I rummaged in it unwillingly, but couldn't find a word, but turned out a dagger from underneath.

It just lay in a pile of snacks so casually, no one could guess its famous name.

I've heard people say that Gu Jiu had a dagger that never left his body. It was as brilliant as water and cut iron like mud, calling it a spring breeze.

He Xun is getting old now.

Eight

The whole martial arts was greatly injured during the menstrual years.

I stood between the brothers, staring at the collapsed door before me.Inside the door was a blazing fire, and black smoke rushed into the sky.

This is not the branch that killed my parents that year.The Righteous Alliance is very face-saving and sends a side door to annihilate the remnants of the headquarters.At the last juncture, a few sects who still have masters rushed in to play the front line, and we were responsible for blocking the side door to prevent fish from slipping through the net.

A junior took me with relief and said: "Today the evil thief is killed, brother, you can be regarded as an enemy." I kept silent and clenched the dagger in my hand.It accompanies me all the way, and I feed it all the killing blood, and it shines brighter.

From the flames, there were bursts of ghosts crying and howling wolves, and people from the Eight Sorrows continued to flee with their hair and feet, and the scarlet clothes on their bodies were still burning.We blocked the door, didn't emphasize any tricks, cutting melons and vegetables to wipe out the remaining party.A few people still wanted to resist, and my brothers and I stabbed a poisoned chaotic sword. Their complexion turned black immediately, and there was a dying gurgling sound in their throats, and their limbs twisted to the ground, like strange dolls. .

I got red eyes, holding a dagger, I wanted to rush inside, and I was dragged by someone and shouted, "It's too dangerous inside, you can't beat it!"

I had no choice but to stab the defeated generals, white in and red out, with a convulsive intestine.The poisonous blood splashed on my face, making me squat aside and retching.

I have not shaken a bit of Bakumen for more than a decade, but I was frustrated to a fan on this night.

After these various factions stepped on the ruins and divided the cult's loot, I asked my master to leave and wanted to go back to worship the ancestors.The master agreed, and said: "You have done the work this time, and the head is in your eyes." I couldn't see what he was thinking, and quickly said with a smile: "Thanks to the master who is in charge."

The master slapped me on the shoulder and said, "That dagger is good."

...

With some caution, I took a long journey back to the small town where I lived with my parents when I was young.A new house was built on the site of the old house that year. I knocked on the door and asked where the ruins had been cleared. The owner said in a bad mood: "It's hard to get someone to clean it up. Why do you mention it again?"

I lost a lot of smiling faces, but he couldn't tell why he came, and finally pointed in the direction: "Perhaps it is in that forest." I spent money to find someone to erect a stone tablet in that forest and engraved my parents. The name is sacrificed to meat and wine.

The sealer still lives in the same village and in the same room.I sat at the table and looked around. I could no longer find the feeling of going home. I just felt dim and dim, like a light like a bean, about to be annihilated in the dust.

The sealer was no longer young, and gray hair was born early on the sideburns, which was very different from the memory.I could hardly see the fairy-like shadow in his body.He has worked for half his life, his hands are not working well, and he can create fewer things every month.

I asked him: "Why never reply?"

He said: "I can't read."

I gaped.I grew up next to him and I live to this day, but I have never discovered this.I can't blame me for being slow, he really doesn't look like an illiterate person.

I told him an interesting story: "I was crowned that year, and the master said that literati would take a word for me, and I hoped you would take it for me. Later I got your dagger, I like it very much, but I still want a word... …I haven’t read a book, so after thinking about it, I picked one for myself, Gu Zhi. It’s also considered to be yours.”

The master craftsman said: "Now the revenge has been taken?"

I said: "Yeah."

He said: "Have you a wish?"

I bowed my head and said: "Yeah. But I can't come back. Now the master and the head of me are very important to me, and explain the meaning of cultivation. There are many predecessors who have kindness to me and have yet to repay them one by one. Also, the Bagui I met a lot of rising stars in the first battle. It is a good time to cultivate power..."

I was screaming like this, but he smiled and said, "Come back? I knew the day you left, you won't be able to come back in this life, you are destined to die in the rivers and lakes."

...

I couldn’t help mentioning it again: "You follow me. Anyway, this is not your hometown. Cangzhu Mountain...The scenery is pretty good, but it’s a little bit colder in winter, and it’s more comfortable in summer. Knowing your identity, I will definitely be willing to welcome you. It seems strange that my master mentioned you, but as long as you come, I will protect you..."

He slapped, with some mocking meaning: "No need to be so, you are not sorry for me. I have brought you up to the end of my benevolence, and I owe nothing to your parents. I will come to the world without taking anything, nothing. Stay. After a hundred years, there is no need to erect a monument. If you can come and bury me in the bamboo forest, I will accept your love."

I am so mad, he abandoned like a shoe.I asked, "Why don't you simply become a monk?" He smiled without answering.

I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart. I took out all the broken silver on my body and showed him, "You take it first. If your hands are inconvenient, do less work." He shook his head and said, "Take it back. I have never touched the money I gave this time, and I put it all on the case to accumulate dust."

When I woke up, there was pale morning mist outside the window, and the sealer had gone out to cut bamboo.I left the room undressed, leaving a bowl of noodles on the table, it was almost cold, and next to it was a roll of Hsinchu mat.

After all, I was not reconciled, transferred to his room and left the broken silver on the couch.When he looked away, he saw that the money I brought back over the years was actually placed in the corner of the case, and he put aside the dust as he said.

I was angry and funny, and when I examined it carefully, I found the letters I sent intermittently, stacked neatly, as if they had been read countless times.

Now that I think about it, he is illiterate, and most likely he can't ask people to read it, just look at the shape.

I don't know why the sorrow came from it, and carefully put them back in place.