"Extra, I Wish People Were Long"

The soldiers in bright armor fell to the ground one by one, and as soon as blood spilled from their mouths and noses, they were washed clean by the rain, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Zhang Wuji knelt on the ground, completely ignoring the rain pouring on him. He carefully supported his brother's upper body to prevent his wounds from getting a drop of rain.

He wanted to pull out the sword in his brother's chest, but he knew that if he hastily pulled out the sword at this time, not only would it not be beneficial, but it would cause his brother to bleed.

"Jiuyang True Scripture" is not only a peerless martial arts secret book, but also a healing holy scripture. He connected several big points of his senior brother, and the pure Jiuyang True Qi was continuously injected into Qiao Heng's body.

This former Ming Sect leader, who has attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people, and is one of the strongest martial arts in the rivers and lakes, his eyes are only full of fear at this time.

He said almost pleadingly, "Senior brother, what do you think?" Don't speak, if you hear what I say, just blink your eyes. His voice was no longer as pleasant and firm as before, and his voice was extremely soft, as if he was afraid that if he spoke a little louder, he would blow something away.

Rightfully so, he didn't get any response.

Doctor, where is the doctor? Zhang Wuji thought helplessly.

However, he himself studied under Hu Qingniu, a medical immortal in Butterfly Valley, how could there be a doctor in the entire Jiangzhou City with more skilled medical skills than himself? In addition, he has Jiuyang Divine Skill, not to mention Jiangzhou City, that is, looking at the whole rivers and lakes, if there is anyone who can surpass him in treating diseases and saving people, it is really not necessary to find such a number one person.

But the more he understood this, the more desperate he became.

Every time he checked his brother's pulse, he said to himself that he was too nervous to take the wrong pulse. After several times in a row, he no longer dared to take the pulse of Senior Brother Song, and only knew that he was numb to convey internal force. Jiuyang's true qi was uninterrupted, but no matter how hard he tried and how he retained it, it didn't play the slightest role.

Zhang Wuji felt that there was no moment like now, when he could deeply understand how much Senior Brother Song hated him, so much that he was willing to die rather than owe favors.

The dripping rain took away the last bit of warmth on the senior brother's body.

Zhang Wuji looked at Qiao Heng's corpse without blinking, and the internal force was still being transmitted in his hands. After a while, he walked out of his own world, and he stiffened his hands away.

He knelt in the rain, his head hung down, his expression could not be seen, as if there were traces of water constantly crossing his face, but he could not tell whether it was tears or rain.

……

Wudang, in the Zhenwu Hall of Taihe Palace, Song Yuanqiao suddenly felt a palpitation, and the colic pain made him frown. He stopped the Taoist Sutra he was praying in his heart and looked at the statue of Zhenwu standing with his hair and feet standing with his sword in his feet.

He bowed in a proper manner, and then said: "May Emperor Zhenwu beg for mercy, and bless the dog Zi Qingshu and Wuji Boy to return safely." ”

……

The rain in Jiangzhou has been falling for several days, and the sky has always been foggy. A few days later, in the early morning, the sky cleared without warning.

In the center of the coffin shop lay a half-finished coffin, and the old craftsman, in his dry hands, was holding a brush to paint it. He repeated the action he had done for decades, and he didn't know how many times, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were like stagnant water.

"Old man, do you have a ready-made coffin?" a tired voice sounded in the doorway.

The old craftsman slowly glanced up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes." ”

Zhang Wuji said: "Please ask the old man to pick a sturdy one, just choose it according to my size, and then send a guy to pull the coffin and go with me to the west of the city." ”

The old craftsman called out a person's name to the back room, and then a sleepy-eyed apprentice hurriedly trotted out, and the old craftsman gave him a few commands, and then left Zhang Wuji on the spot, and continued to paint the coffin before.

Zhang Wuji was not annoyed, and stood in place blankly.

When the apprentice saw his demeanor, he didn't think it was strange, how could anyone who came here to buy a coffin be elated, no matter how much he didn't give up, it was normal, even if he pretended to be mournful.

Half an hour later, the apprentice drove out of the backyard of the coffin shop with a donkey and a coffin on the cart behind him.

The apprentice said, "This official, this is still a short road from the west of the city, do you want to sit up together?"

Zhang Wuji slowed down for half a beat, and then realized that the other party was talking to him. He shook his head and said, "Thank you little brother for your kindness, I'm walking in front, you just have to follow." ”

"Okay!" The apprentice looked at Zhang Wuji's dress, and said in his heart that this was a person from the rivers and lakes, and he heard that they could all fly off the wall, but he didn't know if it was true or not.

Only a few days have passed since Qiao Heng's death, and Zhang Wuji's figure looks like he has lost a lot of weight.

He walked on the street, and occasionally passed by the soldiers who were originally subordinate to Chen Youliang, as if they were frightened, either holding their breath and not daring to make a sound, or their legs trembled and could no longer walk, or they turned their heads and ran in the opposite direction, lest they be caught up by Zhang Wuji, and they didn't know what Zhang Wuji had done in the past few days.

However, from beginning to end, Zhang Wuji did not glance at them.

On the contrary, the young apprentice driving the donkey cart was quite uncomfortable, he hesitated for a long time, and stumbled to speak: "Official...... Officials, we ...... This is a small business, and he has always been kind to others, and he does not dare to provoke any big people. You see, now that the war is in chaos, everyone is out to make a mess, and it is not easy. What if there is anything ...... in the official? If you are troublesome, please let me know in advance, so that the villain can have a bottom in his heart. ”

Zhang Wuji stopped and turned to look at him, the apprentice was a little embarrassed by his glance.

"Don't be afraid, they won't come to you for trouble. Zhang Wuji smiled calmly and said comfortingly. With that, he turned around and continued to lead the way ahead.

The young apprentice looked at his smile, but shuddered for no reason.

The young apprentice was even more uncomfortable, and he bluntly changed the subject, saying, "Now in this world, all kinds of strange things and strange things have come out like a swarm. The official probably didn't know that there was a Taoist priest in the shop the night before yesterday. ”

Zhang Wuji's footsteps paused, "...... Taoist priest?"

The apprentice didn't expect him to talk, but his sudden voice startled him again, and he said: "Yes, he is wearing a crane outside, and I see that the clothes he is wearing inside seem to be a Taoist robe, probably a Taoist priest." ”

Zhang Wuji forcibly maintained the stability in his voice and asked, "Song, what is he here for?"

The apprentice said: "The official laughed, of course he came to the coffin shop to buy a coffin. But things are strange and strange on this, I asked him who he was going to order a coffin for, and he said that he bought it for himself. It was raining heavily, it was so dark, and this man was wearing a plain crane, and when he opened his mouth, I was startled, and at first I thought it was some kind of lonely ghost. I asked him why, and he said, 'I'm dying,' which I didn't think was a lie, and that tone sounded pathetic. It's a shame that he doesn't look much older than me. But then again, it's the first time I've seen someone who can say so calmly that he's dying. Ah, officer, why are you ......?"

Zhang Wuji covered his eyes with his hands, and then hurriedly wiped away his tears with his clothes, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." ”

It turns out that the senior brother has long had the will to die, I'm afraid he had this idea a long time ago, but it's ridiculous that he didn't realize it, if he could have noticed it earlier, it wouldn't have let things get to this point, at least...... It can't get worse than it is now.

The apprentice gave him a strange look, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

The two accompanied each other without saying a word, and when they arrived in the west of the city, Zhang Wuji stopped outside the courtyard gate of a family.

"This is it. Zhang Wuji continued, "Don't be busy unloading the coffin first, you go in with me first to recognize someone." ”

The apprentice followed him into the courtyard with some trepidation, and then into a room.

As soon as I stepped on the threshold, a chill hit my face.

It's summer, where does the cold come from? The apprentice looked around the room and found that there were many ice bricks around the bed. There seemed to be a man lying on the bed, and the two of them opened the door and walked into the room with such a loud noise that the man lying down acted as if he had heard nothing. Looking closer, the apprentice exclaimed.

This...... Isn't this the Taoist priest who came to the store that night?

"Sure enough, it's Senior Brother Song. Zhang Wuji smiled bitterly.

The young man who had been dead for a few days, his black hair was scattered on the bed, his eyes were closed, and his skin was plump as if he had just died.

Zhang Wuji didn't know when the young apprentice in the coffin shop left, and when he came back to his senses, the other party was no longer there.

He looked at the coffin in the courtyard, did the senior brother have long expected such a day?

……

In the early morning of this day, the Wudang disciples found that Zhang Wuji, who had not appeared for a long time, actually appeared with a coffin. Everyone was talking, speculating about what Senior Brother Zhang meant, and whether the coffin was an empty coffin, or someone's coffin, and if so, who was the person in the coffin? However, before the disciples could guess the result, they saw Zhang Wuji put the coffin in the side hall of Taihe Palace, instructed a few disciples to look at the coffin, and walked towards the residence of the master uncle.

Song Yuanqiao was meditating in the hall, when he suddenly heard a slight commotion outside, and faintly heard the word "coffin", his expression moved slightly, he stood up and walked out.

"Mowgli?" Seeing that the source of the commotion was Mowgli, Song Yuanqiao was a little surprised, but seeing that he returned safely, the string that had been tight in his heart was finally loosened.

Zhang Wuji didn't pick up the conversation as before, saying a word or two about "I've seen the master", "The master's face is good" or something, he knelt down without warning, and his knee couldn't be more direct on the bluestone ground, and everyone present heard the sound clearly.

Song Yuanqiao exclaimed: "Why did you suddenly make this big gift." He hurriedly went over, wanting to help Zhang Wuji up.

Zhang Wuji knelt upright, and did not stand up on Song Yuanqiao's hand.

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Wuji, "Wuji, you are ......" Speaking of this, he originally wanted to take a look at Qingshu to see if he could see any clues from Qingshu's face, what happened to the two of them outside?

He asked, "Didn't Qingshu come back with you?"

When he asked, Zhang Wuji's body stiffened, and then he bowed his head to the ground.

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Wuji in a daze, as if he had realized something dimly, and as if he still didn't understand anything.

In midsummer, Wudang is still refreshing because of its high position on the top of the mountain. Although people who practice martial arts are not invaded by cold and heat, Song Yuanqiao inexplicably feels a little cold at this time.

After Zhang Wuji finished kowtowing, he straightened up little by little.

Before he could repay his brother's life-saving grace, his brother committed suicide, and he was by his brother's side at the time but could not stop it. His throat seemed to be gagged, and he couldn't say anything.

Zhang Wuji choked up and said, "The senior nephew failed to protect Senior Brother Song, and I hope that the master will mourn." ”

Song Yuanqiao didn't seem to hear anything, and he didn't react at all.

Zhang Wuji kowtowed again, "Please mourn the master." ”

Song Yuanqiao's face turned pale, and he said, "Wuji, don't joke with your master." ”

Zhang Wuji didn't argue anything, he just kowtowed for the third time.

“…… Where is he?" Song Yuanqiao asked with great difficulty, as if he had no strength to speak again.

"Taihe Palace. ”

As soon as he got the answer, Song Yuanqiao walked towards the Taihe Palace, and his always calm pace was chaotic, but as if he was afraid of facing something, he refused to take up light work.

The hem of the master's clothes brushed past Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji knelt in place, the master didn't scream, he didn't stand up as if he punished himself.

But his face suddenly changed, Uncle Master and Brother Song have always had a deep relationship between father and son, if Uncle Master was hit too hard for a while, what should I do if there was any accident. I think that when everyone thought that Senior Brother Song died, the master had lost more than ten catties in just a few days, and for several months, the size was almost like two people compared to before.

Later, I learned that Senior Brother Song was not dead, and his beloved son was lost and recovered not long ago, but he had an accident again, and his mood was up and down, and I was afraid that it would be even more difficult to accept. What if something happens to the master......

Zhang Wuji stood up in a bit of a hurry.

The two Wudang disciples were in the Taihe Palace, guarding the coffin according to Senior Brother Zhang's instructions.

As soon as he walked in, he looked at the coffin in the middle, and his eyes were confused and a little incredulous.

He put one hand on the coffin, looking like he was about to open the coffin.

The two Wudang disciples who received Zhang Wuji's orders didn't know what was going on, and they didn't know for a while whether they should obey Senior Brother Zhang's arrangement and guard the coffin to prevent outsiders from touching him - but how could Master Uncle be counted within the scope of "outsiders", or let Master Uncle's actions go unnoticed and open the coffin with him. The master has a high rank, so it stands to reason that he should be listened to. So the two of them just hesitated in their hearts and didn't step forward to stop them.

Song Yuanqiao seemed to sense their hesitation, and smiled miserably: "If I can drive it once, I dare to drive it a second time." ”

It's just a trip, how could something happen to Qingshu? Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but hesitate about Wuji's words. Maybe it's just like the last time, but it's just a bluffing empty coffin.

He picked up the sword and plunged it under the coffin lid, and then pried it up, he reached into the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body, and directly lifted the coffin lid to the ground, and the heavy wooden lid fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"How could it be Senior Brother?" the two disciples guarding the coffin couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the people in the coffin.

In the coffin lay a young man who seemed to be sleeping lightly, and it was Song Qingshu. As soon as Zhang Wuji had spare time, he kept sending internal force to Qiao Heng's body with an unrealistic mentality, looking at his appearance that was no different from before his death, as if he was comforting himself that his senior brother had not left.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes flickered, almost thinking that this was really a joke made by Qingshu and Wuji uniting with him.

But when he noticed that the chest without bullying and the gray complexion, even he couldn't do it anymore.

"Go down first. He said to the two disciples on the side.

In the partial hall of Taihe Palace, where sunlight is not common, it is cold.

Soon after these two disciples left, there was another sound of footsteps in the Taihe Palace.

Song Yuan Qiaotou asked without replying: "He...... How did you die?"

Zhang Wuji was about to kneel down again, Song Yuanqiao waved the sleeves of his robe with his back, and an internal force lifted Zhang Wuji up, and Zhang Wuji didn't kneel down when he was caught off guard.

Zhang Wuji carefully recalled the conversation between himself and his senior brother on the night before they left Wudang, and then combined with what happened later, he said bitterly: "Returning to the master, Senior Brother Song has a fist heart for Wudang, and he is deeply worried that he will drag down Wudang, and he has the will to die, but I hate my arrogance and ignorance, and I have disturbed my senior brother's plan many times. After the senior brother killed Chen Youliang, he was besieged by the soldiers, and I had offended my senior brother a lot, and the senior brother didn't want to owe me affection, and he didn't want others to use the topic to find Wudang, so he ...... Killed himself. ”

Song Yuanqiao raised his head slightly, not letting the wetness in his eyes fall. He said in a hoarse voice: "You are not wrong in this matter, this rebel is looking for death by himself, what does it have to do with you." ”

Then he waved his hand and motioned for Zhang Wuji to leave as well, leaving him alone here for a while.

Zhang Wuji knew that this matter could not be violated, so he had no choice but to say: "Master Wang's body is the most important. He walked out of the side hall, and then closed the door for the master.

Song Yuanqiao looked at the young man in the coffin, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Qingshu has always been arrogant, and he did it.

Speaking of which, it's still the same sentence, Qingshu just can't trust himself as a father anymore. He only said that he was notorious in the rivers and lakes, and his reputation with Wudang must not coexist, he didn't believe that he would solve these gossips on the rivers and lakes for him, and he didn't believe that he could keep him safe for the rest of his life.

But Song Yuanqiao couldn't blame him.

Qingshu has come to this day step by step, why is it not forced by himself. Drowning is like killing a child. used to be only blindly pampered, but after Qingshu made a big mistake, he was afraid that he would make a big mistake again, and he would become strict again.

It's not that he doesn't know that this is not good, but if he doesn't do this, how should he get along with Qingshu? And how can he give an explanation to the people of Wudang? If he doesn't handle it well, will Qingshu be excited by his peers to clean up the door? Song Yuanqiao really doesn't know.

He wanted Qingshu to survive, but Qingshu died. If he hadn't been so strict with him, wouldn't Qingshu have been forced by him to go sideways later? Song Yuanqiao also didn't know the answer.

Song Yuanqiao took a deep breath and saw that the placket of the young man lying in the coffin was slightly scattered, thinking that it was caused by the coffin moving and shaking. He trembled and stretched out his hand, just like he had done more than ten years ago, when Qingshu was still young, and leaned down to tidy up his shirt for him.

I don't know how long it took, this Zhang Sanfeng's eldest disciple, who can be called the backbone of Wudang, finally bent down as if he was overwhelmed by the coffin, he staggered and knelt on the ground, facing the Zixiao Palace where Zhang Sanfeng was retreating, choked up and said: "Master, you taught me how to be a substitute head, how to be a senior brother, and how to be a hero who is praised by the people of the rivers and lakes, but the disciple has not learned how to be a father......"

Tears hit the ground, and Song Yuanqiao almost lost the strength to stand up. Confusion and remorse took over all of his mind, and he didn't know what to do next.

Don't look at his reputation, but in the final analysis, in Song Yuanqiao's own mind, he is just an incompetent person who struggles in the love of father and son, the righteousness of brothers, and the responsibility of his teacher.

……

This time, Song Qingshu was buried in the back mountain of Wudang again, but it was not in the lonely place where there was only this tomb last time, but was buried with the disciples of Wudang.

Song Yuanqiao ignored the dissuasion of Yu Lianzhou and others, and returned to the state of semi-retreat. He studied the Tai Chi method in the hall, but in fact, he was just using martial arts to anesthetize himself, just like when he didn't know that Qingshu was still alive, and even more than at that time.

He only occasionally took advantage of the hazy moonlight to go out for a walk.

Most of them stayed outside Qiao Heng's room for a while, or went to Qiao Heng's tomb in the back mountain and stood silently.

The vicissitudes of ancient trees around, surrounded by green mountains, born in Si and grew up in Si, from the verdant to the decayed and decayed, what is left is probably only the mountains are scattered. The shadow of the tree merged with Song Yuanqiao's figure, and he stood like this, and then returned to the hall to continue meditating and studying martial arts before the morning light faded.

said that the old village chief of Liujia Village had made a special trip to Wudang more than half a month ago. It had been more than a month since he moved to the realm of Wudang's protection, and when they had settled down completely, they thought about coming to thank Song Yuanqiao and Qiao Heng, but they were shocked to hear the bad news, Mr. Qiao, who had taught scholars in their village, no, maybe Mr. Song had passed away.

When the news spread to the current Liujia Village, many students who had listened to Qiao Heng's lectures spontaneously mourned him as a disciple.

After Song Yuanqiao knew this, his expression was slightly stunned, and he remembered what he said to Qingshu at the beginning, "Compared with you at the beginning, what else do you have to praise now."

Only then did I suddenly realize how ridiculous my words were.

He just didn't know what it was like to feel after hearing this, he remembered that Qingshu was quite keen to teach these children in Liujia Village, but after returning to Wudang, he never mentioned it again, and he was discouraged by him.

Song Yuanqiao was speechless, and after a while, he silently closed his eyes, not wanting to think about anything more.

Exhausted, he soon fell into a light dream.

In a trance, he seemed to be in a heavy rain. As far as the eye could see, a street he had never walked before came into view, dark clouds obscured the moon, and the doors of the shops on both sides of the street were closed.

A person appeared in the rain curtain in front of him, he was holding a brightly colored oil-paper umbrella, walking slowly from the end of the bluestone path, and when he got closer and closer, Song Yuanqiao was shocked when he saw his face clearly.

The rain was pouring down, and the comer was like he was thinking about it, and he didn't pay attention to his feet at all, and when he came to Song Yuanqiao, he tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, and the umbrella also rolled off his hand. In the past, the young heroes who were high-spirited and rode horses are now even a small pebble that is enough to become a stumbling block that is difficult for him to overcome. He knelt on one knee, his dark eyes empty, like a blind man, and any brilliance that fell into his eyes was like falling into the abyss, dead and empty.

Song Yuanqiao waited for a while, but he didn't wait for the young man to stand up, as if he couldn't muster half of his strength anymore.

He habitually bent down and asked in a soothing childlike tone, "Where did it hurt?"

Song Yuanqiao stretched out his arms and wanted to help the young man up, and then soothes a few more words, but as soon as his fingers touched his clothes, the scene in front of him was like the moon in the water in the mirror, and the scene dissipated.

Song Yuanqiao opened his eyes in the inner room, feeling the water vapor that seemed to remain on his body, and his heart felt compassion.