Zhao Feihong was stunned, then choked so hard that You Mengzhe drank some wine, got up to set off firecrackers, tied the fireworks to a nearby tree, squatted under the tree, lit them with flint and flint, lit incense, and then lit the firecrackers. fireworks.
In an instant, one piece leads to ten pieces, and ten pieces lead to a hundred pieces. Under the dark sky, the whole dead tree erupted with colorful and gorgeous fireworks, shining like a dream around it.
The master and the apprentice sat at the table drinking, Zhao Feihong never explicitly stated that he wanted to take You Mengzhe as his apprentice, and You Mengzhe never abided by the rules, but deep down in his heart, he was very frugal and poor, did everything by himself, and was very upright in martial arts. There is still some awe.
Not long after, the fireworks disappeared, and the surroundings dimmed again. Zhao Feihong's deep eyes flashed the prosperity of the past, and finally returned to silence.
"It's broken." You Mengzhe squatted in front of the tree and demolished the firecrackers: "It will be gone in a while."
Zhao Feihong sighed: "Good-looking things are short-lived, and the prosperity of the world is nothing but mediocrity."
You Mengzhe slightly raised his head, as if he heard the meaning of Zhao Feihong's words, looked at the fragmented gray sky through the bare branches, and suddenly said: "Master."
After a brief silence, Zhao Feihong twitched his eyebrows and said, "Why?"
You Mengzhe lowered his head and continued to plan his firecrackers, and asked, "Did you like my mother before?"
Zhao Feihong didn't answer, You Mengzhe said: "Yes, just keep quiet. I'll take it as your default."
Zhao Feihong: "..."
You Mengzhe got up suddenly, and said: "Either let's come to Shuangxiu and fulfill your previous wish, and you will treat me as my mother..."
Zhao Feihong: "What nonsense!"
You Mengzhe: "Come on, master, I know that you must have been..."
Zhao Feihong raised his hand to block it, and You Mengzhe went to the stone table to grab it. Zhao Feihong blushed and said angrily: "Presumptuous! You have made some progress these days, but you are still full of dirty thoughts..."
You Mengzhe: "Food and sex, how can this be called a dirty mind? Hey master, don't run away, master! Be careful!"
Zhao Feihong couldn't dodge in time, and fell on the ground, You Mengzhe burst into laughter, seeing that Zhao Feihong was also in this embarrassment, he flicked his sleeves and said, "I'm just kidding you."
Zhao Feihong: "..."
You Mengzhe sat back on the stool and ate food by himself, Zhao Feihong let out a sigh of relief before sitting down and said, "Meng Zhe."
"Huh?" You Mengzhe looked up at Zhao Feihong with his mouth full.
Zhao Feihong poured wine, the master and apprentice clinked glasses, light snow fluttered outside the pavilion, and it finally snowed in the south of the Yangtze River, with trivial snow flakes flying around and rippling in the breeze.
"The name of this pavilion is Jiangshan Pavilion." Zhao Feihong said: "And 1,200 years ago, Ting County was not called Ting County."
"Oh." You Mengzhe knew that Zhao Feihong wanted to talk about ancient times, and he had never heard of many things. Gutian never said these things in the upper reaches of the mountain. Zhao Feihong was very knowledgeable, and You Mengzhe really admired him from the bottom of his heart.
Zhao Feihong drank the wine, poured it for the two of them, and said: "First there was Jiangshan Pavilion, then there was Ting County. Foreign tribes invaded the Central Plains more than a thousand years ago. Foreign tribes and our tribe ruled from north to south..."
You Mengzhe said: "I know, it is said in history that the North and the South were ruled. Meishan and the north of Yuheng Mountain are the territory of the Huns. The south of the Yangtze River is connected to the eight states of Yunmeng, and the counties in the East China Sea are assigned to the south." I read it in Feihong's collection, but I still remember it very clearly.
Zhao Feihong said happily: "At that time, the Xiongnu assembled a large army to invade the south, moved to Jiangzhou, Jiangnan, entered Lu County, and slaughtered wantonly. There was a hero who led the martial arts in Jiangnan to rebel against the defending city. Finally, Jiangzhou black The rescue of the Jia army successfully defeated the Huns and drove them back to the north of Yuheng Mountain."
You Mengzhe listened quietly, and Zhao Feihong said again: "The hero was hit by six arrows, but he resolutely stayed on the front line. When the Huns retreated, Fang lost too much blood and died. The people buried him on Lushan Mountain and built Jiangshan Pavilion. To commemorate his life and achievements, this place was named Ting County."
"En." You Mengzhe raised his head, countless jackdaws flitted across the pale sky, no one knew where was the place where the bones were buried, the white clouds and gray dogs had been running for thousands of years, or they might have been entrusted to the mountain.
"A great chivalrous man serves the country and the people." Zhao Feihong said.
You Mengzhe didn't speak any more, feeling a little touched in his heart.
heroes!
After dinner, You Mengzhe followed Zhao Feihong all the way home, and suddenly felt that there is nothing unusual about being a hero. He usually does good deeds, helps his neighbors, and occasionally wipes out a demon cult... No, didn't demon cults often do good deeds before? You Gutian is also a bit of a hero.
Heroes are ordinary people, and since they are ordinary people, most of them have weaknesses, and they must be found to break through them.
You Mengzhe sighed.
"What's the matter?" Zhao Feihong heard him sigh for the first time since he knew this cunning boy.
You Mengzhe said, "I miss my mother."
Zhao Feihong said lightly: "I miss her too."
You Mengzhe did not expect Zhao Feihong to be so cooperative, and asked after a while: "What do you like about her?"
Zhao Feihong shook his head, stood on the Luqiao with his hands behind his back, and said, "I don't know."
You Mengzhe stood beside him, one big and one small, more like father and son than master and apprentice. Zhao Feihong seemed to be remembering his dead wife, while You Mengzhe seemed to be thinking of his dead mother.
You Gutian seldom mentioned this matter to him, and sometimes he mentioned it, at most it was a light sentence. You Mengzhe's eyes were red, and he hugged Zhao Feihong's waist and leaned behind him.
He smells like a father, he is more like a competent father than You Gutian.
After a moment of silence, You Mengzhe moved his hand down Zhao Feihong's waist.
Zhao Feihong: "..."
"Mother..." You Mengzhe choked up.
Zhao Feihong coughed in embarrassment, pulled his hand away, and said casually: "Meng Zhe, you will have your own wife and children in the future, and a seven-foot man will stand upright. One day, you will become someone else's dependence. Your mother knows, There will be great joy in heaven."
The two walked back to the county along the Luqiao, You Mengzhe lazily said: "I don't want to marry a wife and have children."
"That's because the kung fu you practice is the Sutra of Zhuanyang." Zhao Feihong said: "So if you are afraid of women, it will be fine after you lose all your kung fu."
The corner of You Mengzhe's mouth twitched and said, "Don't let go."
Zhao Feihong said: "I will take you to Beijing in the spring of the next year. Yuanshan is proficient in the principles of meridians. Using needles and stones to help, it can dissipate your Yang-transforming skills, and maybe you can keep the true energy in your body."
You Mengzhe: "That one can't be fixed... What if they all fall apart?"
Zhao Feihong said: "Then start from the beginning, and I will teach you as a teacher, and then just practice, what's so difficult?"
You Mengzhe was a little bit reluctant, but it was useless to talk too much, so he had to put it aside for now. Anyway, the future is long and there is always a way.
There were firecrackers everywhere, and when they returned home to light the lamps, Zhao Feihong cooked the rice paste and adjusted it with a brush. You Mengzhe stepped on the chair and pasted the couplet by the door.
"Be careful, stand still." Zhao Feihong hugged You Mengzhe's waist.
You Mengzhe: "Is it crooked?"
Zhao Feihong said: "Exactly."
Spring Festival couplets, blessing characters, attracting wealth and treasure, posting blessings in spring, the deserted courtyard suddenly became lively, You Mengzhe looked at the small red house, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. That was the feeling of a warm little home like never before on Yuheng Mountain.
It's like the mother has returned to her natal family, and the father and son are celebrating the New Year at home.
Zhao Feihong said: "Bring the narcissus up to the living room, there may be guests coming tomorrow, and they will come to pay New Year's greetings."
"Oh." You Mengzhe hurried in and out, and finally the house was set up. Zhao Feihong brought a black gold stick, picked out a string of firecrackers, and hung them outside the door, preparing to light the cannons tomorrow. The two stood in the yard for a while, You Mengzhe said, "I'm going to sleep."
Zhao Feihong nodded. He seemed to be thinking about something all day long. After a long time, he smiled and said, "It's been almost ten years since I was a teacher. In the coming year, I have to work hard and not be lazy. You and I supervise each other."
"Okay." When You Mengzhe heard about martial arts training, he lost his mind and went back to his room listlessly to sleep.
When You Mengzhe returned to his room, all the lights in the house were extinguished one by one, and the light dimmed—Zhao Feihong held a candlestick, extinguished the lights in the hall and four rooms, and went into Mengzhe's room to turn over the brazier. You Mengzhe turned around, facing the wall, his black eyes were clear and shining.
Zhao Feihong went out again, and everything became quiet after a while.
You Mengzhe moved his ears, but he didn't hear Zhao Feihong returning to his room. What was he doing
A vague music sounded, he was playing the flute! You Mengzhe turned over and sat up, looking out the window. He had seen Zhao Feihong's flute score, but it was the first time he heard it.
The sound of the flute is ethereal and melodious, reverberating under the snowy night, mixed with the snowflakes flying all over the sky, rubbing into indescribable and inexhaustible feelings.
Upstairs, the lamp is left with Xiaoshuang, and the sleeper sleeps alone on the bed of acacia; The ends of the earth are not long.
The rustling snow reflects the long winter night into a clear and clear sky, and the melodious sound of the flute sprinkles the sky and the earth.
You Mengzhe lay on his side and closed his eyes, as if he heard the sound of peach blossoms blooming in early spring, the clear sky was shining brightly in the spring breeze, and there was a slim woman standing under the peach tree.
The longing in the music was long, You Mengzhe gradually fell asleep, and the spring scenery around him gradually dimmed.
The brazier was burning brightly, and it was warm when I woke up in the middle of the night.
After an unknown amount of time, You Mengzhe was sweating all over, his mouth was dry, and when he opened his eyes, he heard a coughing sound from afar. It was Zhao Feihong's voice.
No way, is it cold from playing the flute? You Mengzhe got up and scratched his head. He was wrapped in a quilt, which was warm and soft, but he slept with his crotch stiff, and felt a little dry in his heart. It's been a long time since I've been fucked... I haven't practiced dual cultivation, and a lust is about to move in my heart.
You Mengzhe took a sip of water, retracted into the quilt, couldn't help reaching out to rub his chest, touched his crotch to straighten his penis, and stretched out his hand to touch it. A little flush appeared on his face, and when he was rubbing through the thin pants, he suddenly heard Zhao Feihong breathing heavily, as if he was having asthma.
What is he doing? You Mengzhe became curious, put on wooden clogs and walked out, this old widower... No, Zhao Feihong is not his father, he has never had anything with his mother, besides he is only thirty-six and not old.
How has he been all these years? No wife, no concubine... Maybe you don't know what happened with his mother. You Mengzhe thought of a strange idea, but forgot it in a flash. How does the martial arts leader solve it when he misses a woman? It is naturally impossible to go whoring, that is to leave it to the right hand, maybe he is in love with the right hand now, Zhao Feihong has been playing for many years, maybe he is good at it, maybe there are some new tricks, there is no harm in watching and learning ...You Mengzhe took off his clogs, walked barefoot, sneaked outside Zhao Feihong's room, poked a hole in the window paper, and looked inside.
Zhao Feihong was meditating in the room with his eyes closed, his beautiful sword-shaped eyebrows twisted into a knot, his forehead was covered with sweat, as if in extreme pain.
You Mengzhe: "..."
It went off! He's gone mad! You Mengzhe roared in his heart, and immediately pushed the door open and went in, exulting: "Master! Have you lost your temper in practice?!"
Zhao Feihong didn't answer, You Mengzhe jumped three feet, he couldn't help jumping up and down, looking left and right, suddenly Zhao Feihong spat out a mouthful of blood, spilling blood all over the white single clothes.
You Mengzhe's expression changed, and he reached out to touch his forehead, only to see Zhao Feihong's face turned pale, his lips were bright red, and his skin was hot to the touch.
You Mengzhe went to touch his pulse again, his true energy was rushing wildly, his pulse was fast and slow, and he really went mad.
It's really a big good thing that I have come across.
"Don't be afraid!" You Mengzhe said: "If you vomit blood, you will vomit blood. You won't die. My Zhuanyang Kungfu specializes in treating fire accidents... Wait! Master!"
Zhao Feihong couldn't answer, and it was difficult to even open his mouth. The penis between his crotch was supporting the thin pants, and the masculine energy in his whole body was about to burst, and his heart was burning. Today I talked a lot with You Mengzhe, and I remembered the past, and even lost my true energy for a while, and when I was about to fall asleep, I wanted to practice a few times to straighten out my meridians, but went astray again. The current situation is extremely dangerous, and his tendons may be exhausted at any time, and he may vomit blood and die.
When real people are not as good as heaven, You Mengzhe still remembers that there is this kung fu in the second volume of the Zhuanyang Scripture, in order to prevent each other from being confused and infatuated during the double cultivation, and the true energy goes astray, causing them to go crazy together, and extreme joy turns into sorrow.
where is the book You Mengzhe rummaged through Zhao Feihong's room, turned the cabinets upside down, found his package, lit the lamp, and opened the pages of the book for a detailed look.
The path of true energy, the governor channel in the perineum flows through the Niwan point... Great! Fortunately, Zhao Feihong didn't burn this book!
You Mengzhe said: "Master, I am here to save you! You just go down!"
Zhao Feihong couldn't speak, but he could hear, and immediately spit out another mouthful of blood.
You Mengzhe took a deep breath, opened his eyes, pushed Zhao Feihong onto the bed, stroked his sleeves left and right, unscrewed the box of fish ointment, thought for a while, moved the oil lamp to the table beside the bed, and prepared to do it.