When the autumn wind is bleak, the leaves are flying in Yunyang City.
Several gentlemen in the academy were going to take the students to ascend the high autumn tour, and they were going through the Qinxue Hall in a mighty manner and walked outside the mansion gate. The red-clothed boy, holding several volumes of books, walked through the corridor and the hanging flower gate, and came to the courtyard full of locust trees. The boy held the book to the gentleman leaning on the rattan chair, and when he saw that there were several volumes of swordsmanship after opening it, he remembered something, and became curious. Suddenly he asked, "I heard that Juggernaut and Mr. are best friends?"
After blurting out, he couldn't help but feel annoyed, even if the gentleman was gentle and generous, he shouldn't have been listening to this kind of thing.
But Li Tugen did not feel offended.
"What kind of friends are you talking about?" He was drinking tea under the locust tree, his eyes were indifferent, "It's just that we have known each other for a long time."
The boy did not dare to ask any more questions, so he saluted and backed away, so he was alone in the empty courtyard, and the cold west wind lifted the leaves. Li Tugen never thought he needed a best friend. I felt that Wei Jingfeng was probably the same. He saw the wrinkles at the end of his eyes and the star-white temples from the fluctuation of the tea soup, and he thought that he was really old.
But what about Wei Jingfeng? Wei Jingfeng will never grow old. Always a young man, always full of enthusiasm and high spirits. Unrestrained temperament, unparalleled swordsmanship, there is always injustice in his eyes. There will be no second one in the world.
It can be seen that the old age has nothing to do with the age of the face. When you get old, you will miss the past. Speaking of which, I really miss Wei Jingfeng.
At that time, they were all still young, and there was no library in the school, just a small private school forcibly involved. The swordsman had no eaves to step on, so he had to stand on the gray tiles of the courtyard wall, and said condescendingly, "Li Tugen, there is a group of people who want to kill me."
He was dusty, his hair was loose, and his sleeves were stained with solidified black blood. Described as embarrassed, the eyebrows are as bright as ever. It is also strange that he did not go to the teacher's gate for help when his life was in danger, but instead changed his way to Zhonglu and came to Lanyuan's private school.
Li Tugen stood in front of the window and wrote, he frowned when he heard the words, "I don't have you. I haven't seen you for three years, and you asked me to kill you as soon as we met?" He poured water to wash the pen, took the array plate and walked out the door.
Wei Jingfeng raised his eyebrows, "Then I should pick a good day to hand over the invitation, sit down and have a cup of tea, and then ask you to kill?"
The two said they had left the yard.
"Where are those people?"
"Tonight we will be a hundred miles away from the outskirts of Yunyang City."
"You're late. If you were in time for yesterday, I would be able to set up a formation in Yunling."
"… "
There are many kinds of friends in this world. There is a kind of friends who are like glue with you on weekdays and ignore you when you are in trouble. There is also a kind of friends who won't contact you when you have nothing to do. You will find him when you have a big event. Or read at night with the lights on, throw away the wine glass, put aside the book, and the sea of fire and sword will follow you.
After all the robbery, the old friends are there, and the strangers share the grievances by the sword.
It's a pity that the Sword Saint and Mr. Zhang Yuan are not so heroic and chivalrous. When they were young, they advanced and retreated together against the enemy, but it was out of habit, a habit formed from childhood. Both thought it was just a lack of strength when they were young.
When there was no swordsman in the world and there was no gentleman in Yunyang City, there was a village called Xihe Village in the easternmost part of the Eastern Continent—because there was a river in the west of the village. Women draw water upstream, and monkey-splashing children fight water battles downstream. There is no educational concept in the whole village, and children, like poultry, rely entirely on stocking.
There are only two kids who don't go to water fights and never play with other people. The older one, Li Tugen, stayed in the house reading books every day. His mother thought he was wasting lamp oil and drove him out of the house, so he went to Wei's house next door to read. The younger one, Wei Jingfeng, was born in the only literate family in the village, and has a good and elegant name. The "Frightening Wind" of "The Pen Falls to Frighten the Wind and Rain" is full of books and ink. It's a pity that he never studied. When he was six years old, he passed by the blacksmith's shop and decided to become an apprentice.
The age difference between these two people is only three months, and they are a little strange. Other children despised them, and their relatives were too lazy to take care of them. Logically, the two of them should be sympathetic to each other and sympathize with each other, but they have never been speculative.
Neighbors looked up but did not look down, especially Li Tugen often went to Wei's house to borrow books.
Wei Jingfeng was sitting in the courtyard cutting a wooden sword and squinting at him, "Hundreds of Useless are scholars."
Li Tugen thought to himself, "The gentleman doesn't argue with the barking dog... but he still really wants to hit him, what should I do!"
The only thing the two have in common is a curiosity about the outside world. Behind the village is a continuous mountain, and there are many rare and fierce beasts, and no one dares to go up on weekdays. Wei Jingfeng quietly touched it, and met Li Tugen who was looking at the flowers and grass in a daze.
I wondered what the flowers and plants look like, this person is probably sick.
At first they were disgusted with each other, but later they met again in the mountains, and they were chased by wild boars to flee for their lives. Only then did they have a superficial friendship. Shallow enough to pull the other party when fleeing for life, but can't pull up and turn around and run.
The locust trees in the village are older than those in the village, covering the sky in summer and falling leaves in autumn. Life goes by without knowing the age, there is no difference between five years and ten years. When they were sixteen years old, in addition to helping out in the field, Li Tugen's ideal in life was to be a private school teacher, while Wei Jingfeng had been staying in the blacksmith shop all day.
They all thought that the future was the sweat in the fields, the lamp oil added at night, and the heat by the forge.
When life-changing events happen, no one knows how different this day is from a million ordinary days before. Li Tugen regretted going up the mountain today. According to the stars and moon last night, it should not be raining heavily now. The ground was shaking outside, as if the cave should collapse in the next moment.
Then a shadow came running from the entrance of the cave, and electric light flashed, illuminating the man's face, it was Wei Jingfeng.
Wei Jingfeng also saw him. Lightning flashed, and neither of them spoke.
The earth trembled violently, the stone chips in the cave rustled, and after a loud noise, the light suddenly dimmed. Wei Jingfeng groaned and fell to the ground. Li Tugen glanced at it, and it turned out that a falling rock blocked the entrance of the cave. Smelling the faint smell of blood again, I thought that this kid can sit so honestly now, most of which are injured. Or because of broken rocks and miscellaneous branches, or because of birds and beasts.
The sound of thunder and torrential rain came faintly through the boulders. The clearest sound was the sound of their breathing.
At such a moment, there is nothing to do except wait. I don't know how long it took, the wind and rain gradually subsided. Li Tugen's head was dizzy, and he couldn't keep counting the time silently. Wei Jingfeng stood up against the stone wall. They pushed the boulder together in unison, but the cave entrance was stuck to death. The strength of the two was like a mud ox into the sea, and the mayfly shook the tree until they were exhausted and starved and cold.
"If this goes on, we will all die."
"The more you toss, the faster you die."
Wei Jingfeng suddenly asked, "What would you do if I died first?"
Since they met in the womb, this was their first official conversation.
Li Tugen rolled his eyes, "Buried you."
Wei Jingfeng thought for a while, "You still eat me, don't waste it."
Li Tugen froze for a moment, "It makes sense, if I die first, you will eat me too. If you live a few more days, maybe you can wait for your parents to bring someone to help."
I don't know if they are still young and ignorant, or they are born different from ordinary people, they have an incomprehensible view of life and death. Having said that, there is nothing more to say.
Until the third day after the earthquake and torrential rain, a ray of morning light penetrated through the opening of the cave, and the situation did not change at all. Li Tugen guessed that something might have happened in the village. Although they are not likable, it is not that no one is looking for them. On the fourth day, even the flowers and plants in the cave were eaten up. There is no shortage of water, just hungry and dizzy. On the sixth day, Li Tugen touched the last piece of grass from the stone wall, which was purple in the blue, and the roots of his lower body were astonishingly long. He used it to share with Wei Jingfeng.
"Why are the leaves left for me?"
"The roots are generally not poisonous."
Wei Jingfeng said angrily, "Are you trying to poison me to eat meat?"
Li Tugen looked at him with a 'you're stupid' expression, "If you are poisoned to death, your meat is also poisonous."
Then they ate 'Bi Liuguang' as if they were chewing peony.
It is really 'Bi Liuguang', there is no earth-shattering and radiant appearance that countless practitioners imagined. It grows quietly in an ordinary cave, and even though it contains the energy of the galaxy universe, there is not a trace of aura gushing out from the outside.
When he entered his stomach just now, Li Tugen felt a cold current rushing up from his stomach and abdomen to his limbs, and the pain was about to explode him. Yu Guang saw that Wei Jingfeng's eyes were splitting in pain, but he didn't even have the strength to shout, so he could only whimper from his throat.
He thought desperately, "It's a mistake, it turns out that the leaves and roots are poisonous."
Many years later, Li Tugen read all the classics, and he was fortunate that he shared it with others. Otherwise, the meridians that had never been introduced into the body would burst due to forcibly pouring in the essence of spiritual energy accumulated over millions of years. But at this moment, they don't know why, after the long agony is over, things become extremely simple. Wei Jingfeng's wounds healed as before, he pushed the boulder away with one hand and walked out.
The long-lost sunlight fell all over him. The mountains and fields were a mess, with trees torn down and rocks blocked. The torrential rain damaged most of the locust trees, the houses and fields in the village were not in serious trouble, and the cocks and dogs were still barking.
But there was no one.
Suddenly Wei Jingfeng raised his head and asked, "Who are you?"
Standing on the tree was an old man in a dark blue Taoist robe, staring at them like a torch, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.
"There is a team of magic cultivators here to find exotic treasures, and the poor Taoist came to inform us in advance that the magic cultivators have returned without success, and I am afraid they will come again in the future."
Li Tugen asked, "So everyone left?"
The old man didn't answer, but the expression said it all.
Wei Jingfeng asked, "Dare to ask what they are looking for?"
"Bi Liuguang, commonly known as 'Chengxiancao'. There are people in Qiong Palace who are good at divination, and the calculation is here."
The old man frowned slightly, as if he felt that he had said too much. After listening to the two, they were a little stunned, but there was no ecstasy of eating a foreign treasure by mistake, or the grief of being abandoned by relatives and friends. This made the wandering loose cultivator take a high look at them. He didn't expect that the villager of Yamano also had such a temperament, so he moved a little, "The two of you have already eaten the immortal grass and have since entered the cultivation world. You won't live long, would you like to worship me as your teacher?"
After changing someone else, a series of earth-shattering changes came down. For the first time, I came into contact with the traces of another world, and I was afraid that I would be ecstatic.
But Wei Jingfeng said, "I don't want to."
Then Li Tugen bowed, "Thank you senior, I don't want to."
Fortunately, this Taoist practiced the natural Dao method, and Shouyuan will do everything to look down on it. I just wanted to cultivate some blessings for the reincarnation, and I didn't force it at this time. A "Preliminary Exploration of Sword Art" and a "Diagram". These are the most basic practice introductory books. It was in the hands of the two of them.
Seeing that the person disappeared, Li Tugen turned his head and asked, "Why don't you want to be a teacher?"
He felt that Wei Jingfeng, a reckless man who likes to dance with guns and swords, should be the rebirth of Lin Xia, who he readily accepted.
"Why are you?"
Li Tugen said, "Something happened suddenly, I can't trust anyone else, I'm afraid it's a scam. Are you too?"
I didn't think you had a brain.
Wei Jingfeng said, "No, it's just that he said he wanted to accept apprentices, and he said it like giving alms. I'm not happy."
"… "
Li Tugen sincerely felt that what kind of cultivation world did he still enter, this kid will have an accident sooner or later.
The two found out all the savings in their homes, Wei Jingfeng was carrying an iron sword, and Li Tugen picked up a book on a shoulder and went to see the outside world.
When he left the village, Li Tugen put down the pole and bowed three times to the entrance of the village. Wei Jingfeng sneered. Turn around and leave.
The world outside is really big, with mountains, rivers, and crowded markets. The scenery is different, and the towns are different. Also facing the power created out of thin air, Wei Jingfeng actively explored how to use it to improve, but Li Tugen has been trying to control it. The same destination was achieved by different paths, but it was a coincidence that they all passed through the washing of the sutras and the marrow.
In the beginning, everything was fine, but the world became bigger. In fact, I still made a living by copying books, practicing swordsmanship and reading for a living, and one more exploration and practice. But the fact that they had eaten 'Biliuguang' was passed on after all.
It was a medical cultivator who saw the clue at first, and somehow it reached the ears of the disciples of the 12th house, so before they could leave the Eastern Land, trouble followed. There were even many rumors out of thin air, saying that the spiritual energy of 'Bi Liuguang' was integrated into the flesh and blood of the two of them. Even if many magic cultivators in the 12th house do not believe such bizarre claims, they still want to see what is the difference between those who ate the legendary immortal grass.
So Wei Jingfeng and Li Tugen began to flee all the way, from the first time they joined forces to kill, to being ambushed, and then killing others. He escaped from death many times and broke through. He didn't even dare to seek medical treatment to heal his injuries, and he was all relying on the medicinal properties of 'Bi Liuguang' to heal himself. In the end, he sneaked into the merchant ship crossing the sea and fled to the Central Continent.
This bloody experience, many years later, when the swordsman talked to Yin Biyue, he just said lightly, "If you can count, avoid it, and if you can't count, kill him together."
Most of the magic cultivators did not dare, or were unwilling to leave the East Land. The two deliberately hid their traces, and no one found them after crossing the sea. Li Tugen writes well, elegant and graceful. In Yunyang City, he rented a grass hut to copy and write letters for others. Children in the neighborhood who could not afford to go to the academy were sent here to learn a few words.
Wei Jingfeng had a headache every day listening to them recite those 'whatevers', and walked away with the iron sword on his back.
The people of Li Tugen looked honest and polite, and there were very few bundles of repairs. The reputation spread, and more and more children were studying. A year later, he bought a small courtyard and opened a private school.
On the day when the private school was completed, the Chinese New Year was approaching, it snowed and the weather was cold to the core.
Wei Jingfeng's letter arrived with the fluttering first snow. In the letter, he said that he had worshipped the teacher's door and was going to practice. If there is no food to teach in Yunyang City in the future, come to Cangya Mountain to find him. Cangya Mountain seems to be in the west, quite far away, Li Tugen thought about it, and named the private school Lanyuan.
Teaching is the most stable profession, and it is easy to run out of food as a swordsman.
Li Tugen likes reading and computing. Reading does not require a threshold, just hard work and diligence. As the years go by, he has read all the books that can be found in Donglu.
Calculating for a long time requires a strong sense of spiritual support, so he began to practice deliberately. But he has never been obsessed with the improvement of his own strength. In his opinion, practice is only an auxiliary tool for calculation. There are scholars with advanced cultivation, and the reputation of Lanyuan Private School is getting more and more famous. Many students come to study here from across the ocean, and everyone starts to call him 'Mr.'.
Only Wei Jingfeng's letter still calls him 'Li Tugen'.
The private school was expanded into an academy, with a grand atmosphere, like a city within a city. He planted locust trees in his backyard.
It was born with magic, and in a few months, it grew luxuriantly.
Later, there were more students, and they gradually became a force. There was a big family in the mainland who coerced and lured him, and wanted him to submit to him. After expressly rejecting it, all the powerful worshipers of the big family came out and came to the academy in the dark. That night, Wei Jingfeng raised his sword and stood on the eaves of the library, without moving all night. At dawn, the dark enemy quietly retreated.
Compared with this, Wei Jingfeng had more troubles, and when he encountered something he couldn't handle, he came to Li Tugen to go with him. As their realm and status became higher and higher, there were fewer and fewer people and things they couldn't handle, and they began to lose contact for many years. Wei Jingfeng is still one person and one sword, and he travels alone, but Mr. Zhang Yuan seems to have many friends. Practitioners are heavy on life and mysteries, and big figures often come here, asking him to take a shot.
Later, they also became big figures, big figures that the world dare not talk about.
Until one day, where Li Tugenxing went, he went to Minghu Lake for a night drink, raised his eyes to look at the stars, and fell into a mysterious realm of epiphany. He saw the sky outside the sky that night.
He asked Wei Jingfeng to come to Yunyang City for a drink. On the cold night with the blizzard, the fire was burning, and the wine was piercing the intestines, he pointed out the two stars to him.
"Life and death are the same, you see it."
Wei Jingfeng glanced at him and said nothing.
When the restaurant was supposed to close, and the wine was finished, the swordsman slapped the table and scolded, "Don't worry about this! You are a scholar!"
After scolding, I went downstairs without paying for the drinks. Li Tugen knew that the other party didn't want him to intervene, because spying on the Dao of Heaven to this extent would cost a lot. Besides, Wei Jingfeng didn't believe in fate.
He stood upstairs, leaning against the railing to sober up. The cold air on a snowy day made one's mind sober, and the heavy snow fell on his shoulders, which would not melt for a long time. Looking down, I saw Wei Jingfeng pick up a child outside the school gate and go back. About six or seven years old, only a handful of bones remain. He looked at it carefully, and he was a good boy.
Because of their final choice, the biggest catastrophe in their lives came as scheduled. Wei Jingfeng went to Jianzhong alone, and he was trapped in Yunyang City to defend against the demon army. He can probably guess the situation of Jianzhong, Wei Jingfeng wants to draw out the sword energy there, and he must suffer the consequences of all swords. And his serious injury has not healed, and he forced out the blood to stimulate the big formation, and he is not ready to live.
It doesn't matter, I have seen a lot and learned a lot of the best furnaces in my life. Although he has never been happy, he has no regrets in his life. But he finally survived. Bi Liuguang's medicinal properties were far stronger than he had imagined, and this time it completely disappeared after saving his life. As for Wuhuang, he said that he can no longer practice, and only a long life is left. He didn't care, he still read and wrote, just like he did a hundred years ago.
Another year of bleak autumn winds.
The tea was already cold, and the book in his hand had not been read a single page. After the old gentleman recalled this, he felt that Wei Jingfeng was different from him. Although he didn't have any friends, at least Wei Jingfeng had an apprentice. When many people thought he would not come back, they heard that Jun Yu's child was still waiting.
He looked at the white wall and grey tiles, and suddenly felt a little dazed, as if that person would suddenly appear at the top of the wall and call his name condescendingly.
"Li Tugen."
Someone really called his name in an unfamiliar voice. There was no one on the walls, and no one on the eaves of the library.
Only someone walked in from the back door of the academy, his footsteps were vain and his breath was exposed. He stood up in surprise, recognized the person at a glance, and couldn't return to his senses for a long time.
After I figured it out, I was amused, but raised my eyebrows slightly, pretending to be puzzled, "How did you become like this?" Without waiting for the other person to answer, he learned the usual tone of that person, "Yes, the red face is withered and the skin looks like, You would never care about such a thing..."
Juggernaut has already accepted the reality along the way, and at this time he only said coldly, "I have at least half of my cultivation left, what do you have left?"
Mr. Zhang Yuan is not angry, "I still have one life left..." Then he frowned and guessed, "Bi Liuguang has reshaped your bones and flesh, is it not enough to support you to return to your original appearance?"
"… "
"It can only be reshaped and weak, can it grow again? Or is it a set?"
Wei Jingfeng really wanted to draw his sword, but he never attacked ordinary people without cultivation.
At this time, they could only bear it, so that the two bickered like ordinary people in the market, "What nonsense! Eighteen years later, this old man is a hero again!"
If he is still a young swordsman, when he is angry, it is enough to make the master of the court not dare to say more. But he is now a cute child like Yuxue, and he speaks in a milky voice.
So Mr. Zhang Yuan laughed directly, "Hey, don't be angry, come, uncle hug."
Wei Jingfeng turned around and left, "I'm going to sleep, you write a letter and let someone pick me up."
He couldn't really draw his sword and cut Li Tugen, what's the use of talking more. He didn't mention who to write the letter to, or who to pick it up. He turned around and walked into the wing, slamming the door shut.
Mr. Zhang Yuan understood what he meant, smiled even more happily, and finished writing the letter in a few strokes. He summoned the deputy head of the hospital and passed it on to Xi Huafeng. The name and surname were sent to Jun Yu.
The next thing is left to the people in Cangya Mountain to worry about.