Meng Hao was taken aback for a moment. He didn't remember how many years he had. He hadn't seen his father without any sternness, but he was so heavy that he was awake all at once and talked.
"Respect the master like a father..." Meng Hao looked at his father's back. It was obviously a simple long gown, but at this moment, for some reason, in Meng Hao's eyes, it seemed that a purple wind was blowing around his father.
This wind made him seem to have an area in his mind shattered, as if a picture appeared in front of him. In the picture, the appearance of his father was blurred. When he stared at himself, he sighed slightly.
There is also a mother in the picture, looking at her softly, as if there are still tears shed in her eyes.
It seems... There are also Tanglou, and there are many miscellaneous memories. Meng Hao was silent, and shook his head vigorously after a long while. When he turned around, he saw a high tower in the county seat. That... It was a Tanglou.
"It doesn't seem to have been before... and it seems to have been there all the time." There was a daze in Meng Hao's eyes.
"I'm not a private school here." When Meng Hao was at a loss, an old voice came from his ear. Meng Hao quickly turned around and looked at the old man in front of him. Behind him, his father went away, now in this yard. Only he and the old man.
"Before you, the old man had seventeen disciples, some of them returned to the ruins, some walked out of their own way, and some... are still immersed in their pursuit.
After all, some can no longer be regarded as the old man's disciple. Starting today, you will be the eighteenth disciple of the old man, but I will call you Xiao Jiu. "The old man looked at Meng Hao and spoke slowly, with vicissitudes in his voice. As the words came, Meng Hao gradually couldn't hear the noise around him, and only the old man was left in front of him.
"You also have a younger sister. Although she was apprentice earlier than you, she is unorthodox, so she ranks behind you. Her surname is Chu."
Meng Hao didn't know why, and his heart was a little nervous. At this moment, he didn't know whether he should kneel down or bow down and hold his fists, a little bit cramped.
"The old man's name has not been used for a long time. Outsiders often call me Dan, and familiar people call me Mr. Dong."
"The old man has never married his wife, so he has no heirs. My disciples are my heirs. You inherit my knowledge and continue my traces in this world. For me, you... are the closest people in my life. "The old man looked at Meng Hao with a majestic expression, but his eyes were soft, containing kindness, as if he had looked at Meng Hao for many years, and had been tested for a long time.
"From today, I will be your master!"
"Respect the teacher and respect the Tao, respect the teacher as a father, I..." Meng Hao subconsciously said.
"You don't need to say these words, you can have it in your heart, Xiao Jiu, kneel down!" The old man's eyes immediately showed sharp light, and at this moment, the whole person seemed to become the supremacy of this world.
The specific feeling Meng Hao could not describe. He just felt that at this moment, the old man in front of him seemed to have become the sky, but it was not cold. On the contrary, there was a kind of deep kindness and softness, like a mountain, which could be in front of him. , To cover the wind and rain.
Meng Hao bowed his head and knelt down.
Kneeling, he couldn't see the sky standing still at this moment, the clouds were quiet, the birds lost their agility in the air, and the earth did not tremble, but the entire city was quiet at this moment.
"Becoming my disciple, in the true sense of my life, I only bow down twice."
"The first time, when I was apprentice, this deduction was tied to my cause. From then on, my destiny is involved. You keep on, I keep on!
As for the second time, when you wake up, come to me and I will tell you. "
"The deduction of apprenticeship is divided into three deductions, namely, the childish, far away, and twilight. Now, it is your child's deduction." The old man stared at Meng Hao and said softly.
Meng Hao seemed to understand, touched the earth with his hands, and buckled deeply towards the old man.
With this buckle, the sky is moving, the wind and the clouds are rolling, and the birds are far away!
With this buckle, the earth trembles, sentient beings dream, and the past is now!
This buckle, the cause of the past, the fruit of the future, this life... You keep on, I keep on!
The old man’s laughter echoed with joy, and there was emotion, satisfaction, kindness, and responsibility in that laughter.
From then on, the boy in front of him became his own disciple. From then on, the boy’s every move has his own mark. From then on, in the boy’s life, he... is his master!
This is causation, not heavenly determination, but human concentration, a predestined condition, not a heavenly predestiny, or destiny in the dark, but a choice between two people.
One chose the master, the other the disciple, and the result of this scene... cause and effect!
"You still need to go through the buckle of going away and the buckle of twilight. In this process, there are many paths in your life. Which one to take... depends on your choice.
If in the end you detain Muwang, no one can deny you and me as a master and apprentice! I did not accept your apprenticeship because I have already accepted it once. "The old man spoke softly, raised his hand to touch Meng Hao's head, smiled kindly, and made him stand up.
Meng Hao seemed to understand, stood up and looked at the master in front of him, he could feel the kindness of the other person, and even more felt the warmth that appeared in his heart under such gaze.
He nodded heavily.
Spring goes and autumn comes, year after year, and Meng Hao is nineteen years old. During these seven years, he lived here most of the time, reading books, looking at the breeze and white clouds, and staring at the bright moon and stars.
Everything in the book made him know that he respects the teacher and respects the Tao, and everything in the book made him understand that the world is huge.
In seven years, his father was much older, and his master was even older. Xiao Taohong was no longer popular in the courtyard. A year ago, he was redeemed by a wealthy man from another county and became a concubine.
Before leaving, she also found Meng Hao, as if treating Meng Hao as her younger brother, talking softly, and finally, in Meng Hao's smile, went to the sedan chair and left Donglai County.
The two companions of the year, according to their previous promises, took over Meng Hao's inheritance, and now they have indeed become bullies in the county town.
Meng Hao is no longer the bully who claimed to be a bully. He stepped back from his fancy robes and put on a monochromatic book shirt.
The cyan long gown is just like his youthful years, except that with the turn of the spring and autumn, his face is less frivolous and more calm. He likes to think and looks at the sky, not knowing what he is looking at.
He likes to stand in the pavilion in the wind and rain, watching the lightning and thunder in the distance, watching the rain falling on the earth, at this time, he will think of the scenes of life vicissitudes that he saw in the books.
It was like a dream, and it was like a storm in seven years. Meng Hao didn't feel that he had changed anything, but to outsiders, he had changed too much.
He often looked at the tenement house, and often some memories that seemed to be from previous lives appeared in his mind, which were very mixed and incoherent, but in seven years, these memories gradually appeared more and more.
Meng Hao looked at the older and older Master, and wanted to express his thoughts about going far away. He wanted to walk across mountains and mountains, to go far and far, to see the outside world.
But in the end, he looked at the county seat, looked at the master, looked at his father, did not speak, but was silent.
One year, one year... When the second seven years came, that autumn, autumn leaves scattered on the ground, and when the wind seemed to return to its roots, his father was seriously ill. On a night when the purple wind was blowing, Father passed away.
In front of his father’s grave, Meng Hao’s eyes appeared in a trance, as if returning to fourteen years ago, his father held himself and came to Master’s door. In a blink of an eye, fourteen years have passed. In silence, Meng Hao drank a drink. Jug of wine.
When he turned and left, he turned to the master and said the idea of going away. This was a dream of his, which had been brewing in his heart for a long time.
When he was away, Meng Hao deducted the second worship in front of the master. This was... the worship of the far away.
In the master's gaze, Meng Hao carried the bookcase and walked farther and farther in the early morning of the day.
When he turned his head for the first time, he couldn't see the master, and the second time, even the Tang Tower disappeared.
Meng Hao was silent. He seemed to understand something faintly. When he turned around, he walked farther and farther without looking back for the third time.
In the big river, Meng Hao met a boatman and talked about the legend about the long river. The legend is like this river, where immortals live.
The immortal is a title that Meng Hao read occasionally, which makes him very interested. After living by the river for three years, it is a pity that he did not see the immortal, but in the reflection of the river. Seems like I saw another myself.
Fly in the sky, cultivate in the mountains, cultivate in a Dandong line called Zi Yunzong...
As if jumping down by yourself, you can become another self and end this life.
Three years later, Meng Hao was twenty-nine years old. In the last year of his establishment, he did not jump off the river, but got up and left the long river and went further.
A year later, in a secluded forest that seemed to have no end, on a dark and windy night for a month, Meng Hao saw the erratic figure of a woman and the abandoned old grave. There was no incense in front of the grave. Hao was a little frightened. When countless figures surrounded him, Meng Hao thought of a finger print in his memory.
He put out this handprint, and at this moment, everything around him disappeared.
From then on, he became curious about this dark forest. Walking in the dark forest, living in the wild, he saw scenes of strange and strange scenes, and saw strange and ferocious beasts.
In this forest, he walked for three years before he shuttled past. When he left, he looked back at the mountain forest with a trance on his face. He had a feeling that if he wanted to, it seemed that this mountain forest could be okay. belong to myself.
Here, one person, together with the world and nature, pursues a life beyond the ordinary.
While staring, Meng Hao thought of Master’s words 21 years ago. There are too many paths in a person's life. Which one to choose... depends on him.
"This is not the road I want to choose either." Meng Hao thoughtfully turned and walked away.