Shi Wan is a straightforward and honest man. In his eyes, the relationship between seniors and brothers is the most precious thing in the world. If you give him gold and silver, he treats him like dung, if you give him rich and powerful, he treats him like nothing, but if you give him love, he will treat him twice as much. He always said that he was stupid and dull, so he didn't have so much mind to think about other things. When he got together with his brothers every day, he mostly just laughed silly, but he knew that he couldn't do without this emotion. .
It hurts when he thinks that the old and the young are dead, and even the corpses are lost somewhere. Thinking that the bird had also left, only he, the elder brother, and a soldier who had been in a coma for sixteen years were left in the cave.
His heart began to twitch.
And the coldness in the elder brother's words before made him feel as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. Even the coldness of the 100,000 mountains couldn't be as cold as the ice in his heart.
"Elder brother, is the outside world really that good?"
he asks
"Perhaps... yes."
The elder brother put down the book in his hand, this book he had read no less than a thousand times was the only book in the cave. But he still held the book and read it carefully every day, savoring every word. So Shi Wan always doesn't understand, what kind of beauty is hidden in this book, which makes the elder brother so addicted.
He may be really dull, and he never thought about the big brother studying... Maybe it's just because he has nothing to do.
Eldest brother sat down beside Shiwan, thought for a while and said, "If the outside world was not really beautiful, Master would not have gone forever. Back then he brought us to this Hundred Thousand Mountains and left. He only told us not to go out and practice with peace of mind. Over the years, I think that my heart is the most stable among us brothers and sisters, but I still feel pain. It’s strange if I don’t leave because of the temperament of the old and the young.”
Shi Wan sighed: "The youngest was the last to come, but the first to leave."
"How many years have we not seen Master?"
Shi Wan asked.
The elder brother was silent for a while and then shook his head: "Forgot."
"Before leaving, master said that we are all people who cannot be born easily. Once born, it may cause a lot of trouble. I asked him when we can leave Shiwan Dashan, and he said that we can't leave until the time comes. .I asked Master what chance is, and Master said that chance is what you wait for.”
The elder brother recalled that conversation at that time, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sometimes I can't believe it, I almost forgot my own name, but I still remember what the master said back then, not a word is bad. "
"Senior brother, your name is Ye Zhuhan."
Shi Wan hastily reminded the elder brother.
The elder brother smiled amused by Shi Wan's foolishness, a rare smile without any impurities. This junior is always so simple, he always takes the words between the seniors very seriously. Sometimes he always feels that people with Shi Wan's temperament will be more happy, because his thoughts are simple and easy to be satisfied. But later he figured out that the more people like Shi Wan, the easier it is to suffer, because Shi Wan takes feelings too seriously.
Once a person puts feelings first, he will naturally feel more uncomfortable than others.
"Eldest brother, do you know why Master asked us to hide from the world? The trouble he said, what kind of trouble is it?"
"have no idea."
The gorilla shook his head: "I even doubt that Master doesn't know. Over the years, I always think back to the expression and eyes of Master when he left. Over the years, instead of being blurred, it has become more and more clear. I also feel more and more that the reason why he brought us here It's not his original intention here, and it's not even his intention to teach us practice. You and I are both inside this matter, but the master is outside this matter. Perhaps, he is just a recipient It's just a trust."
Living in such a lonely place for so many years, it is inevitable that I will think a lot more than ordinary people. And the elder brother is a very thoughtful person. To pass the time every day, he either reads the book that he can't memorize a word backwards, or thinks why he and his juniors are here. The time consumed is far more than the former. Because most of the time he held the book, but did not read it at all.
Shi Wan turned his head and glanced at the man lying on the stone bed in the distance, whose face hadn't changed in the past sixteen years, his third junior brother.
He didn't know who gave Third Junior Brother such an incomprehensible name, as if he never understood Third Junior Brother. For this ice cave, he could always feel more or less warmth from the other seniors, but only from the fierce pawn, he could only feel the chill that never melted for thousands of years.
"How did Junior Brother get hurt?"
he asks.
Eldest brother Ye Zhuhan shook his head: "I don't know. He was in a coma when Master waited for him. I asked Master who he was, and Master only said he was your junior brother. I asked Master why he was injured, and Master only said that it was his own fault. "
"In the future, there will only be the three of us left in this cave, right?"
Shi Wan felt a little sad in his heart.
"Maybe… "
Ye Zhuhan patted Shi Wan's shoulder: "Lao Xiao and Yan Que don't belong here at all, and they are a little different from the three of us."
"What's the difference?"
Ye Zhuhan thought of those words of his master back then, opened his mouth but didn't say it. Because he knew that these words might make Shi Wan feel even more uncomfortable.
"Actually, ever since Yan Que picked the first-grade villa by himself, I knew that his heart was wild. As for the young and old, his heart never stayed here."
He changed the subject and didn't say anything more.
But if this sentence spreads to the rivers and lakes, it will definitely cause an uproar. As one of the most famous sects in Jianghu, Yipin Villa in Shiwan Dashan has always shown people with a mysterious face of unfathomable depth. Yipin Villa rarely sets foot in the Central Plains, but the cultivation level of every disciple who goes out of the mountain is surprising enough. The reputation of Yipin Villa is still higher than that of Penglai Pavilion in East Chu, Moxi Garden, Nanyan.
And such a huge and mysterious sect was slaughtered by that person named Liu Yanque alone.
"He got blood on his hands, so he was addicted."
Ye Zhuhan stood up, walked to the side of the stone bed and helped the unconscious soldier turn over: "Once the heart is captivated, others cannot persuade it."
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Chang'an City
Yanwuyuan
In the stone pavilion in front of the library building, a jug of wine was warmed, and on the stone table were a plate of vinegared peanuts, a plate of bean sprouts, a plate of shallots mixed with tofu, and a plate of donkey meat. The hot air from the jug exudes the aroma of wine, and one can tell that the wine is at least ten years old just by smelling it.
"The martial arts conference is so lively, you are the director of the Martial Arts Institute, why don't you go?"
The cook lowered his head and smelled the aroma of the wine: "I'm afraid you found this wine in the library, right? The old man seldom drank any more after he arrived, but there are quite a few good wines in his possession."
"Why can't it be my own wine?"
Zhou Banchuan asked.
The cook shook his head: "You have a worldly taste. When you were the veritable head of the Martial Arts Institute, the wine that those people gave you also had a worldly taste. The old man's wine is different, it only smells of wine, nothing else."
Zhou Banchuan was not annoyed, but just sighed: "How much wine did you steal from me?"
The cook smiled, and then pointed to the dishes on the stone table: "You said that you invited me to drink, but asked me to prepare the dishes. Now the wine is not yours. You are doing a good job of this costless business."
"If I can't find anyone else to drink with me in this yard, would I invite you?"
Zhou Banchuan snorted coldly.
The cook laughed loudly: "Actually, how can you hide it from me? Although I haven't touched the word secular in most of my life, I'm not stupid. After you and I talked last time, you must have been itching in your heart. Because I Said that there are many secrets hidden in this yard, I have them, and the old man also has them. You invited me to drink because of these secrets. "
"Don't you think it's a pity to keep a secret until you die?"
Zhou Banchuan asked.
The cook said with a smile: "I can't die... However, the world has changed after the old man died. Maybe it's time for this secret to bask in the sun. This wine belongs to the old man, and the old man himself is the oldest pot of wine Ah... how much flavor is hidden in that wine, no one knows."
"How long has the old man lived?"
Zhou Banchuan asked.
The cook shook his head: "Ask me what I know."
Zhou Banchuan thought for a while, and asked: "When I first became the director of the Martial Arts Academy, the old man talked to me once, he said that the Martial Arts Academy is a utilitarian place, and you just need to do utilitarian things well. At that time, I was thinking, how could the Martial Arts Academy be only utilitarian? After the old man built the Martial Arts Academy, there was no Wanjiantang in the world. Although I knew that there were always some disciples around him serving him, those people didn’t get any true biography from the old man. No real disciples of Wanjiantang. And Xiao Yijiu, Yang Qi, Luo Weiran and Xiang Qingniu, among the four of them, only two can barely be counted as disciples of Wanjiantang. I want to know, the old man is nothing else disciple?"
"Yes, I have."
The cook took a sip of the wine and picked up a chopstick of bean sprouts: "It's just that I don't know how many disciples he has. Back then, I went out to Chang'an to help the old man do something and hid a few treasures. Think about it , Fast forward more than ten years, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that there was such a thing."
"Big weapon?"
Zhou Banchuan frowned: "Why hide?"
The cook thought about it hard: "I don't remember too much of what I said back then. The old man just said that some people can't show up casually, and they have to wait until it's time for them to show up. You also know the old man's temperament. If he doesn't Would you like to say more, who can ask? Back then, my master was greatly favored by the old man. Before he died, he told me that even if the old man asked me to die, I would not have the slightest hesitation. Death is still feasible. Help the old man to do a few things What's the matter?"
"By the time?"
Zhou Banchuan murmured and asked, "When?"
The cook's frown became deeper and deeper, and it took a while before his eyes lit up: "I just remembered something. The old man said that there is a big bandit in this world who steals a high position. Only when the eight stars accompany the sun can we go out here." Da Kou. It’s just that I have never understood, what is Da Kou, and what is Eight Stars Companion Sun?”
Zhou Banchuan raised his head subconsciously to look at the sun in the sky, and his eyes ached from the glare.
"The old man may already be a god."
He sighed.
"Hidden utensils in the mountains."
He thought about the few words the cook had said before, carefully tasted the taste in these words, and found that they were even more incomprehensible than this old wine of unknown age.
"Some people are destined to be never caught up by others."
He said.
The cook naturally knew that he was talking about Wan Xingchen, so he knew it was absolutely true.
"If he is willing to live, he should be able to live for a long time, right?"
Zhou Banchuan asked again.
The cook shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows... but if you live too long, will it be painful?"
Zhou Banchuan was stunned, and then couldn't help feeling: "Thirty years have thirty years of suffering, and one hundred years have a hundred years of suffering. Nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in this world, and the remaining one or two points, most of them are even more unsatisfactory. The old man saw through it." There are too many things, so the suffering is naturally more."