After leaving Haitian Pavilion, Qingming seemed to be a different person. He ran forward and backward, and jumped over the steps when he encountered them. His legs and feet did not stop for a moment, trying his best to move, but Wei Shiqi was following behind him. , looks mature and dignified, quite dignified.
The two passed by the old place of Wuyaguan, entered the south wing along the wooden plank road, and came to the place between Tianfeng Pavilion and Honglian Pavilion. Qingming was familiar with the doors and roads, and reached out to push open a wooden door. Inside were two A narrow corridor was built close to the cliff, one leading to the upper quiet room and the other to the lower wing.
Qingming led him to the upper floor. There was a quiet room in the north and south respectively. When he opened the south room, it was empty. Half of the wall was the attic and half of the cave. There was a futon on the ground and a low bed against the wall. The bed was covered with pillows and quilts, and facing the plank road were three long windows. The wind made the window paper rattle.
"You stay here for now. There is tea and fruit in the lower wing, and someone will take care of you there. It's late today, come to Tianfeng Pavilion to find me tomorrow."
Wei Shi Qi thanked him, Qingming smiled and ran away.
Opening the long window, the fierce mountain wind howled in, the distant mountains were half-lit and half-dark, the golden crow fell to the other side of Liushi Peak, twilight came overwhelmingly, and the half moon swayed up to the top of the mountain. , casting the swaying tree shadows indoors.
He felt restless and a little lonely.
Standing at the window to enjoy the wind, Wei Shiqi closed the long window and sat on the futon for a long time. Still unable to calm down, he simply got up and left the quiet room, walking around under the moonlight. .
Going along the corridor to the wing on the lower level of the plank road, the door is ajar and the candlelight flickers. Wei Shiqi gently opened the door, and the dim candlelight poured out like water. He looked up and saw a plaque under the eaves, with the words "Tang Boi" engraved on it. There was no inscription left, and the words were round and full of meaning. . 77nt.Com 32593;
The words are good. He looked up for a long time and remembered the "Han Ye Ke Lai" inn in Tieling Town. He smiled knowingly. We meet each other everywhere in life. This is also fate.
Wei Shiqi stepped into the wing room, which was still half an attic and half a cave. Two candles as thick as arms were inserted into the candlesticks. The flames swayed and illuminated a plate of bright red fruits on the table. Shaped like a plum and about the size of a fist, it is very attractive.
An old man with white beard and hair and a stooped body came out of the corner. His eyes were sleepy and his movements were slow. His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was quite tired. It seemed that he had not slept for several days. .
He said in a hoarse voice: "The weather is cold and the nights are long, and the wind is blowing hard. Young man, would you like to drink some hot tea?"
Although he is just an old man with an unspectacular appearance. , Wei Shiqi did not dare to neglect, he handed overHe greeted him and said politely: "I'm tired. I'm just about to drink a few sips of hot tea to relieve my fatigue."
The old man dragged out an iron stove from under the table, stuffed a few pieces of wood into it, and used both hands to Rub it and light the fire. The flame is pale and rises straight up, not affected by the mountain wind at all. He took out another bag of tea leaves from the closet, removed the rough paper and poured some into the teapot. He scooped water from the water tank and filled it up. He sat on the stove, and the flames enveloped the teapot. In an instant, white air burst out, and the water boiled. The tea smells fragrant, and the fire is extinguished just in time.
Wei Shiqi watched his every move and was secretly shocked. Even an old man who made fire and boiled water had such accomplishments. The Sword Controlling Sect was indeed not simple!
"There is nothing good in the mountains and wilderness. You can still drink tea, and the fruits are not bad. Eat a few to try them.
As he said that, the old man picked up the teapot and He steadily poured a bowl of tea and delivered it to Wei Shiqi diligently.
Wei Shiqi took the tea bowl and did not rush to drink. He first looked at the color of the tea by candlelight, then smelled the fragrance of the tea, and asked casually: "What's your surname, old man?"
"No need to pay. My surname is Feng, just call me Lao Feng. Are you a new disciple of the Sword Control Sect?”
“Yes, I am new to Liushi Peak. My surname is Wei.”
The tea is green with a hint of yellow, reflecting Wei Shiqi's face, and the aroma is far and near, like the elusive singing voice in the quiet night, which is elusive. Wei Shiqi raised the tea bowl to his mouth, drank it all in one gulp, and let out a long white breath.
"How is it?"
Wei Shiqi answered the question, "It's very hot. Have another bowl!"
The old man laughed and poured him another bowl Bowl, reached out and pushed the fruit plate in front of him.
Wei Shiqi drank the tea, put the tea bowl on the table, and took out a fruit. The fruit was hard and had a thin hard shell. He had never seen it before. To be cautious, he asked more questions. He asked: "What kind of fruit is this? How to eat it?"
"The oily apricots in the mountains are cracked open and the white flesh inside is eaten. The kernel in the core is slightly bitter and rich in oil. Some people Some people like it, but some don't."
Wei Shiqi ate the fruit and drank another bowl of tea. He watched the old man change the tea leaves, add water and boil it again, and casually asked: "Mr. Feng, too. A disciple of the Sword Control Sect?"
"How can you see that?" The old man didn't even look back, concentrating on controlling the fire.
Wei Shiqi's heart moved and he guessed: "This fire-driving technique, so skillful and sophisticated, could it be derived from the Red Lotus Technique among the Four Kunlun Techniques?"
The old man was stunned. After a long while, he sighed and said: "You have good vision. This is indeed the Red Lotus Jue. However, my qualifications are mediocre and I have not made any progress in the past forty years. I can only do some menial jobs here, picking fruits, carrying water, making tea, and cleaning the cabinet." , have also lived to the age I am now, those who have better qualifications than me and work harder than me, come and go, I don’t know how much they have fallen..."
Wei Shiqi felt a chill in his heart, and his words seemed to It's quite profound. I lowered my head and thought about it. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense.
“But having said that, it is precisely because of those people who are qualified and hard-working that I am able to work inI have survived to this day safely under the protection of Kunlun. Otherwise, Taiyi Sect would have conquered Liushi Peak and slaughtered all my Kunlun disciples. How could the eggs be intact after overthrowing the nest? If everyone is like me, then no one can be like me. I'm like this. The truth here is actually not difficult to figure out. "
"Young man, if you can enter Wuya Temple, you are a talent that can be developed. Don't miss this great opportunity! "
Wei Shiqi smiled at him. He should have said something polite like "Thank you, old man, for your advice. I will definitely keep it in mind." "The old man who has not made any progress in ten years" turned out to be the Kunlun sect's most senior master. He recognized heroes with his keen eye, taught him all his skills, sword techniques, flying sword elixirs, and gave him guidance - stop it, stop it, this is It's okay to think about the plot of a novel and game, but it's boring to take seriously.
So he just smiled, cracked open the hard core of the apricot, peeled off the kernel and threw it into his mouth. As expected, it was full of oil and had a slight aftertaste. Bitter.
But he liked it.
After chatting for a while, his mood calmed down again. Wei Shiqi said hello to the old man, returned to the quiet room, and sat cross-legged. On the futon, he closed his eyes and meditated, and read the "Sword Art" written by Ruan Jing. Qingming was Taoist Ziyang's personal Taoist boy. He could not just meet him if he wanted to. If he had any problems or wanted something, he had to figure it out as soon as possible. So as not to delay your practice in the future.