As soon as Wang Chu's words came out, everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Ke Zhenwei touched his crutches and laughed "ha", the sound was not loud at all, but the full ridicule inside was really harsh and tight.

Qiu Chuji's face turned pale.

However, at the same time, Guo Jing's heart chuckled, and his face changed at the moment when Wang Chu's words just fell, and that complexion looked even more pale and weak than Qiao Heng, who had been being secretly ridiculed and scolded by others.

Just because he remembered what Wang Daochang had said to him when he came with him, "With me here, you must not be made to suffer".

Guo Jing has always been taught martial arts by the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, so he naturally heard a lot of comments from them. Although the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan disdained to deliberately belittle and slander Qiu Chuji, it was inevitable that some personal feelings would be mixed in his words, and Qiu's image in his mind was naturally biased. Therefore, after he heard what Wang Chuyi said, he thought that this Wang Daoist was afraid that Qiu Chuyi would deliberately stumble in the competition, so Guo Jing didn't take his words to heart.

Who would have thought that Wang Daochang would suddenly come out like this.

At this time, Qiu Chuji also reacted.

It would have been if this was said by the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan or someone else, but even if he scratched his head, he didn't expect that it was his own junior brother who demolished the stage for him.

He was anxious, and the ups and downs accumulated over the years all came to his heart for a while. Eighteen years of suffering, eight years of care and cultivation after finally finding a disciple, coupled with the injured wrists of the disciple because of his fault, now his disciple is still being troubled by his own uncle, and for a while, Qiu's tears seem to be falling.

It is also strange to say that among so many people present, only Qiao Heng, the party, was the most calm.

Qiu Chuji didn't care about making a scene in front of the Jiangnan Seven Monsters, and it was not ashamed to lose face, anyway, Wang Chuyi's words were released, and the excitement had already been seen by others!

"Senior brother, this competition is a matter of two children, and I will wait for the elders and watch from the sidelines. The implication is, shut up, don't talk much, just watch!

Guo Jing was just about to step forward to explain one or two, the righteous brother had injured both wrists before, if he could, he didn't want to compete with him, if the righteous brother unloaded the sword again, this is a martial arts competition, it is a bully at all.

Before he spoke, Wang Chuyi said: "This is the senior brother's, the so-called one inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one inch dangerous, my Quanzhen Sect is a famous sect, and I can't take advantage of others." ”

Qiu Chuji gritted his teeth: "Enough! I know that you don't like the gambling contract I made, and if you are dissatisfied with me, can you embarrass the junior disciples during the competition?!"

Guo Jing was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't interject if he wanted to. "The ...... of the King's Road"

Wang Chuyi frowned slightly: "Why did the senior brother say this?

Qiu Chuji: "Do you think everyone is your 'Iron Foot Immortal'? I have taught kung fu on the sword, if there is no sword, what can I compare!" The last half of his sentence can be called gritted teeth.

He, a disciple, had not learned anything except a set of Quanzhen swordsmanship and basic internal skills, so he didn't believe that Wang Chuyi could forget about it! He knew that the fourth junior brother had always been raised by Wanyan Honglie, and he always said that it was not certain who was greater than the other, and because Zhao Zhijing had been suppressed and beaten by Qiao Heng for many years, he was even more unhappy in his heart. But how could he have thought that the fourth junior brother would make trouble at this time!

He even wanted to say that Qiao Heng's wrist injury had not completely healed, but he was in a state of no hindrance for the time being, if he didn't have a sword, he wouldn't have any palm skills, and he would not really have to scrap his hands. But he was afraid that after he told the news that Qiao Heng's wrist injury had not really healed, he would be attacked by Guo Jing, a kid, for his weaknesses during the competition, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

As the only woman among the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, Han Xiaoying couldn't help but glance at Qiao Heng.

She thought that this kid was either angry or at a loss, but she didn't expect this kid to look like he didn't change his face and was at ease, with dark eyes with some imperceptible tiredness.

Sensing her gaze, he actually raised his eyes and nodded politely to her in greeting.

It's just that from beginning to end, he didn't look at the king.

Then, the young man retracted his gaze and looked at the scene on the street outside the building through the window of the Drunken Immortal Building, and the lively market came into his eyes, but Han Xiaoying didn't know what was there to see outside.

Qiu Chuji's eyes were red, and he said: "I know that my temper is not good, but I think that I have never treated you brothers in the past few decades, so why should my junior brother lose face at this time and embarrass my disciples? When I return to Zhongnan Mountain, I will definitely let my senior brother comment on one or two! See what I did wrong, senior brother, and I will be able to reform myself in the future!"

Hearing what he said, Wang Chu hurriedly said: "Senior brother is strict." "He secretly said in his heart that he had gone a little too far.

Qiu Chuji: "Let them solve the affairs of the young people by themselves, Guo Shinephew didn't say anything, you and I don't have to talk much." ”

Wang Chu's eyes flashed, and he finally didn't speak again.

In fact, he didn't really expect Qiao Heng to give up the sword competition, but he said that he wanted to help Guo Jing, so naturally he couldn't break his promise. As an uncle, he can't be openly partial, but a veteran like him who mixes in the rivers and lakes understands that sometimes the competition between the two sides is to rely on the morale in each other's hearts, just like marching and fighting, one drum of energy, then decline, three and exhaustion, whoever vents this breath in his heart first, who is equal to losing half.

That's not what he said for this.

Qiu Chuji exhaled and said to Guo Jing and Qiao Heng, "Let's start." ”

Guo Jing breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Wang Daochang would have another extraneous branch, so he quickly stood up and bowed his hand to Qiao Heng, and said, "Brother Yi, please first." ”

As if nothing had happened before, Qiao Heng looked indifferent, and said without hesitation: "Okay." ”

He unhurriedly brushed off the dust on the hem of his cyan coat that was contaminated at some point, and then he put on the starting style of the true swordsmanship, and a polite "try to please the sad wind" was cast.

As he came out with a sword, all the extra thoughts in Guo Jing's heart were all reined in.

In the past few days, the sky in Jiaxing has been cloudy and bright, drizzling and intermittent.

The fine drizzle that came with the wind was actually very annoying, and the stall owners of some small stalls outside the drunken fairy building sighed when they saw that it was raining again, and the owners of the cloth stalls were almost like a great enemy, and only the innocent children were clapping their hands for this sudden drizzle.

The street was full of hustle and bustle again, but the drunken immortal building became solemn with Qiao Heng's sword.

In all fairness, if you only talk about internal strength, Qiao Heng can only be regarded as a second-rate level on the rivers and lakes.

The founding patriarch of the Quanzhen Sect, Wang Chongyang, was better than martial arts, so the internal strength of the Quanzhen Sect focused on "stability", and it was very easy to get started, and the requirements for the talent and qualifications of the disciples were not high, but the cultivation speed was extremely slow. However, no one in the rivers and lakes will ever feel that this exercise is not worthy of the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect at all, not because they dare not say it because they are afraid of Wang Chongyang's name, but they understand that the exercises of the Quanzhen Sect rely on water milling, and the progress in the early stage is slow, and the progress in the later stage is rapid.

In fact, they only understand half of it, not that the internal strength of the Quanzhen Sect is slow and fast before practice, but because it is "stable", so stable that there is almost no barrier to speak of, although the progress in the early stage is slow, but in the later stage, when others are still wasting time from time to time to break through the bottleneck, it has slowly reached the next stage, just like the tortoise and rabbit race.

However, it was this word "slow" that made countless young disciples suffer.

The same is true for Qiao Heng. It's not that he doesn't have other internal skills to practice, but he is in the Quanzhen Sect, and it is really inconvenient for him to change his internal skills, otherwise once he is exposed, there will only be a catastrophe.

If he can't do his internal strength, he can only work the word "skill".

And Guo Jing is the type of clumsy and clumsy.

Even if Wang Chu repeatedly disliked Qiao Heng, seeing the fight between Qiao Heng and Guo Jing at this time, he had to admit that the disciple accepted by Senior Brother Qiu was really talented.

Zhu Cong, a wonderful scholar among the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, was thoughtful, they had all seen Qiu Chuji's kung fu back then, and he saw that Qiao Heng was in contact with Jing'er, so that it was all the most common kung fu in the Quanzhen Sect, and there was no shadow of half a Qiu Jiji, so he couldn't help but say: "Your disciple is not like you at all." ”

Qiu Chuji just snorted coldly, too lazy to talk, he looked at Qiao Heng intently, for fear that there would be the slightest accident during the competition.

Guo Jing is very good at palming, he doesn't want to disappoint the master, and he doesn't want his righteous brother to be injured, so he is in a dilemma, so he simply doesn't think about anything in his heart, and sinks down to learn from his righteous brother.

Qiao Heng knew that his internal strength was weak, and his wrist injuries had not healed, so he didn't dare to collide with Guo Jing.

The cyan cuffs that bind the wrists, the dark catalpa hilt, and the almost bloodless palms are deftly turned, bringing out a strange beauty.

There was no murderous aura in the young man's eyes, but the blade of the sword was wrapped in Ling Ran's aura, and he couldn't be forced to look at it.

Guo Jing was steady, and when he saw a sword stabbing at him with a cold cold glow and the momentum of wind and thunder, he didn't mess up.

He struck with a deep palm.

The young man opposite him has always been just right to unload his palm power and avoid his edge, as if he was strolling in a leisurely garden.

This time, however, his footsteps paused unnaturally.

He had been looking at Qiao Heng's Qiu Jiji, and took half a step forward nervously, for fear that he would have a wrist injury.

Qiao Heng blinked and lowered his eyes slightly.

As soon as he raised his sword, Guo Jing had to take half a step back. Guo Jing's expression was strict, and his heart was really not good-looking, and the righteous brother's kung fu was really good.

Qiao Heng's offensive has obviously accelerated a lot.

The flying blade covered the young man's eyes, which were as dark and condensed as ever, but now seemed a little empty and unfocused.

Others only thought that Qiao Heng's pause just now was an occasional mistake, but Qiu Chuji never let go, and then saw him speed up the offensive, and his heart sank suddenly.

Qiao Heng just wanted to finish this senseless battle quickly.

When Guo Jing slapped him again, Qiao Heng didn't dodge or dodge this time, only turned sideways slightly, and let the other party slap on his left shoulder, his throat was slightly sweet, and a wisp of red overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Guo Jing was stunned, if he injured his brother-in-law, how would he be good?!

Qiao Heng completely ignored his own injuries, and simply took advantage of this gap to directly raise his sword and point it at his neck.

"Jing'er be careful!" Han Xiaoying exclaimed.

Wang Chuyi also hurriedly shouted: "Master and nephew's subordinates are merciful! Don't hurt people!"

Qiao Heng put the sword on the side of Guo Jing's neck and said, "Brother has accepted." Then he withdrew his sword back into its scabbard.

Guo Jing came to his senses and knew that he had lost. He praised sincerely: "My brother is so handsome. ”

Wang Chuyi's face was not very good.

Zhu Cong sneered at Qiu Chuji: "What a treacherous boy, this kind of trick of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred is with you, the master." This bet is that I am waiting to lose. He glanced at Guo Jing with hatred, and he didn't want to say anything, even if he lost in the scheme, it was still a loss, who let Guo Jing, this kid grow an elm head?

Qiu Chuji really didn't have the heart to talk to the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, let alone care about winning or losing the bet, he gave up his hand slightly, said "Promise" and hurried to Qiao Heng to check his injuries.

Ke Zhen's evil face was not angry or angry, and he held his crutches and hit the ground lightly and heavily, attracting Zhu Cong's attention, "The bet is over, let's go." ”

A bet that was eighteen years late finally got a result, and even if it was lost, it was time to let go.

Guo Jing wanted to catch up with Qiao Heng, but the Jiangnan Seven Monsters lost the bet, and some of them couldn't get down, so they dragged Guo Jing away when they left.

It was so bad that Guo Jing glanced back at Qiao Heng dumbly, unable to say a thousand words, and was so worried about the slap he had just slapped his righteous brother.

Wang Chuyi still remembered his previous troubles, and he also knew that this matter was not very bright, and he wanted to ask Qiu Chuji how Qiao Heng's injury was, but it was difficult to speak. Seeing that Senior Brother Qiu didn't have time to pay attention to himself at this time, he said lukewarmly: "Senior Brother has also taken a step first." In this way, he left on his own while Qiu had no time to take care of him.

Qiao Heng wiped the blood on the corner of his lower lip with his fingers, and said to Qiu Chuji: "Master, the disciple is fine, Brother Guo is not heavy." ”

Qiu Chuji knew that he was used to being strong, but when he didn't hear anything, he still carefully checked his pulse for him, and then he completely relieved his heart.

"Let's go back to Zhongnanshan with my teacher. Qiu Chuji said. Then don't go back to the Yan Palace.

Qiao Heng was unwilling: "Listen to Master." ”

At this time, if the master and apprentice are removed from the drunken immortal building, they will already be empty.

It was still raining drizzle, and although it could not penetrate the clothes of the people, it damp the people's bodies.

Qiu Chuji took the lead in stepping out of the Drunken Immortal Tower, and Qiao Heng followed. When he crossed the threshold, he actually tripped over the threshold, and Qiu Chuji hurriedly stretched out his hand to help his disciple steady.

Qiu Chuji said with some distress: "But the competition is out of strength?"

Qiao Heng didn't answer, Qiu Chuji answered by himself: "Go back and have a good rest, I'll wait before I go on the road." ”

This gamble, which has been waiting for eighteen years, has finally come to an end, and it stands to reason that he should be relieved, but his heart has always been heavy. It's just that Qiu Chuji always felt that something very important in his mind flashed away just now, but he couldn't grasp this idea.

At this time, he finally had a flash of inspiration, remembering Qiao Heng's mistake in the previous martial arts competition, he frowned and asked, "I saw that when you were fighting with Guo Jing before, your body suddenly stopped for a moment, why is this?"

However, he didn't wait for the disciple's reply, and it wasn't until this time that he realized that Qiao Heng had been silent since he came out of the Drunken Immortal Building. Although his disciple doesn't talk much on weekdays, he never talks too much, but he respects the teacher very much, and the elders never have the habit of letting the elders talk to themselves, what is the matter today.

The thought in Qiu Chuji's mind that he cared about so much but couldn't grasp was tumbling in his mind again. He stopped abruptly and turned to look at Qiao Heng.

As if noticing Qiu's gaze, Qiao Heng was silent for a while. His black eyes were even darker and purer than before, and he said, "The disciple doesn't know whether to say it or not. ”

Qiu's heart crumbled, and he said, "You say it's true." ”

Qiao Heng sighed and said, "Disciple's eyes should be unable to see. ”

Qiu's hand under the broad robe suddenly trembled.

……

Ma Yu sat on the wooden couch, and there were volumes of medical classics spread out on the low table in front of him, and he said, "Senior brother, senior brother this time...... I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. ”

Qiu Chuji: "Senior brother!"

A touch of grief flashed in Ma Yu's eyes, and he said: "If I don't have the strength, and my junior brother's medical skills are not weaker than mine, how can I not know that my senior brother is really helpless this time." Although Zhikang is a personal disciple of his junior brother, he should also know that he has been with me for so many years, although the two of us do not have the name of master and apprentice, but we have already had the reality of master and apprentice, and I can't bear to be a brother......"

Qiu Chuji sat on the spot as if he was distracted, he naturally didn't doubt Ma Yu's words, he just couldn't accept the fact that even the senior brother had nothing to do about the current situation.

He was cold all over his body, he thought about it, and he couldn't understand how his apprentice's eyes were blind and blind.

Recalling that day, his disciple said leisurely, "Disciple's eyes should be unable to see. ”

The moment he heard this, Qiu Chuji really felt like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

There are some things that you can't notice if you don't point them out, and when they come out, the things that have been ignored before are immediately presented in front of you. If anyone were willing to observe carefully, they would soon find that the center of the young man's black pupils was a little dilated, with an unnatural gloomy silence.

Qiu Ji stared at these eyes, and for a moment, as if he was deaf, and the sound of the street was muffled out of his ears.

When he came back to his senses, he only heard the young man repeat declaratively: "The disciple can't see it." ”

He grabbed Qiao Heng's shoulder with his left hand and said word by word, "What's the matter?!"

Worried that he had frightened the young man, he slowly let go of the hand that was holding the other man's shoulder.

Qiao Heng naturally couldn't explain it.

His silence made Qiu feel suffocated.

Qiu Chuji: "Is it true that these eyes can't be cured?"

Ma Yu's always peaceful smile became more and more bitter, and he said, "How can this be said accurately." ”

That day, Senior Brother Qiu led Qiao Heng back to Zhongnan Mountain, he was overjoyed in his heart, thinking, good master and nephew, he finally recognized Yan Honglie's true face, and he didn't wait for a place to eat people. As a result, he didn't have to be happy for long, and he was poured a basin of cold water on his head.

He thought of Wang Chu's incident again: "I already know about your fifth junior brother, if you don't emotionally say that what he did, he would lose his status as an elder, and if he talked about things alone, he was also unfair, and he did it wrong." ”

Ma Yu didn't mention it, but as soon as Wang Chuyi was mentioned, a wave of resentment welled up in Qiu Chuji's heart.

Ma Yu knew that he had accumulated a lot of anger in his heart recently because of Qiao Heng's incident, sighed secretly, and continued: "I have reprimanded the fifth junior brother, before he retreated, he asked me to bring a sharp sword to Zhikang's nephew as an apology, I have seen that sword, it is a rare boutique. ”

Hearing that Wang Chuyi had been in retreat, Qiu Chuji sneered, "What a turtle with a shrunken head! He didn't even show his face, what did it mean to let the senior brother apologize for him, he had such a big pomp! At this time, he sent a sword, such a good sword, why didn't he come to say 'Isn't it taking advantage of the sword' at this time? He is also rational on the left, and rational on the right, what kind of thing is he coaxing the disciples under the seat of the Qiu to coax?!"

Ma Yu saw that the more he talked, the more mean he became, he wanted to stop and persuade him, but he finally let Qiu take the opportunity to continue. It's okay to let Senior Brother Qiu spill his anger.

The situation on Wang Chuyi's side is not good, he said that it is a retreat, but in fact, it is just a reason to avoid it from everyone.

He just didn't understand, he was at fault, but he thought that the senior brother would take it lightly, at most teach himself a lesson, why did he suddenly get angry?

"Come in!" Wang Chuyi suppressed his impatience.

Zhao Zhijing came in from outside the door, respectfully bowed as a disciple, and said, "The disciple has seen the master. ”

"Didn't the teacher say that I was in retreat, and if there was nothing important, I would go out!"

Zhao Zhijing was taken aback by his tone, and he didn't dare to raise his head and said: "Master asked the disciple to pay attention to some of the movements of Senior Brother Zhikang the day before yesterday, and he accepted the sword that Senior Brother Zhikang sent by Master, but it was just ......."

"If you have something to say, what are you doing!"

"Disciple...... I vaguely heard that Senior Brother Zhikang seemed to be blind. "It's vague again, it's like it again, Zhao Zhijing can't be sure.

"What's wrong with him? He is seriously ill in three days and a minor illness in two days, and this matter is worth ...... me," Wang Chu stopped talking for a moment.

Wang Chuyi was shocked and asked, "Blind?"

Zhao Zhijing replied: "I heard that it is." ”

Wang Chuyi asked again, "When did it happen?"

Zhao Zhijing replied vaguely: "The disciple doesn't know much, I heard Yin Zhiping say that Senior Brother Zhikang seems to be invisible when he competes with a kid named Guo Jing, but the junior brother is strong in martial arts, even if he can't see with his eyes, he still wins." Afterwards, Qiu Chuji looked at him and looked wrong, and Senior Brother Zhikang saw that he couldn't hide it, so he confided the truth. ”

For a moment, Wang Chuyi seemed to feel that someone slapped him in the face.

At that moment, he didn't pretend to be in retreat, jumped up, and strode outside.

Zhao Zhijing didn't know where he was going, so he had to follow him honestly, and couldn't help his curiosity, and asked, "Master, I heard that Senior Brother Zhikang is the son of Wanyan Honglie of the Jin Kingdom?"

Wang Chuyi: "This is also something you can say nonsense, his common surname is Yang, what does it have to do with Wanyan Honglie!"

……

Close your eyes and open them again, all you can see is darkness, and it doesn't matter before or after, let alone east, west, north and south.

The darkness that had not been seen for a long time came, and after Qiao Heng had adapted to the initial discomfort stage, he regained his previous freedom of movement, and he had accepted his current situation with a strange calm mind.

His every move was as normal as when he had not yet descended the mountain.

He didn't think about how painful Qiu should be at this time, let alone how Ma Yu racked his brains for his condition. It's not that he has given up on himself and doesn't pay attention to the words and deeds of these two people, but in his mind, even he, the client, is not heartbroken, how can others be sad no matter how sad they are?

He sat by the window, in the midst of a scene of light and shadow, and the shadow of the lattice hit his hand, and a shadow intertwined.

He held a closed book in his hand, with only three words written on the cover.

Of course, this is only a manuscript.

His fingers rubbed lightly over the three words for a moment, then slowly uncovered a page.

The place where there is ink marks on the page is different from the blank space where there is no handwriting. However, it is difficult for normal people who are accustomed to relying on their own eyes to detect this subtle difference, but it is not a problem for people who are blind and can only rely on other means of perception to understand the world, but it is only limited to perceiving the difference, and it is probably only slightly better than the Arabian Nights to tell what each word is by touching the ink marks.

However, Qiao Heng did it.

He could tell what was written on the paper just by touching the ink marks on it.

Some people may praise him for his talent, but he knows that he can do this kind of thing completely unrelated to talent, relying on consistent practice.

This way of "reading" is very slow, maybe after someone else has finished reading three or four books, he has just finished reading a book in his hand. So many times, when he can't see, he prefers to be read to him.

But this time, he didn't.

Even though he had truly understood the truth that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and gradually learned not to have unnecessary extravagant hopes, but this time he still couldn't help but look forward to pitiful hopes.

He touched every word with his fingers, almost carving them deep into his bones, into the depths of his soul.

……

"What is the junior brother doing here?" Qiu Chuji was about to go to see Qiao Heng, when he happened to see Wang Chuyi coming in a hurry, so he asked.

Wang Chu bowed: "Senior brother, the previous incident was the fault of the junior brother, and I hope that the senior brother Haihan." The younger brother heard that Zhikang's nephew ...... If you don't feel well, you can come and visit. ”

Qiu Chuji only thought that he had heard about Qiao Heng's blindness and came to see the joke. He said: "The junior brother has a heart, the junior brother should go to retreat, and I wish the junior brother a great increase in his skills in advance for the sake of the elder brother!"

Then he glanced at Zhao Zhijing behind Wang Chu with an unhappy face, okay, it's not a joke to see by himself, and he also brought his apprentice, this is because he feels that he often loses face at the end of the year, so he deliberately took advantage of this time to find a venue?

Qiu Chuji is not a person who can hide his thoughts, Wang Chuji knew what he was thinking when he looked at his senior brother's face.

Wang Chuyi complained bitterly.

It's also to blame Zhao Zhijing for not being able to speak clearly-of course, this can't be all blamed on him, after all, Ma Yu and Wang Chuyi didn't touch Qiao Heng's sadness and didn't let everyone discuss this matter, and he was able to know so many things thanks to Yin Zhiping, the second disciple of Qiu Chuji. And Wang Chuyi was already at fault in the previous incident, and after listening to his apprentice's words, he only thought that Qiao Heng had been blind before competing with Guo Jing.

His previous actions were indeed deliberately biased in favor of Guo Jing, but the reasons for this were quite complicated, both because he was dissatisfied with Qiu Chuji's bet with the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan - he, like his senior brother, couldn't bear the defeat of the seven anti-Jin knights who were born in a reckless manner, and also because he liked Guo Jing, of course, because he was not at ease and a little disgusted with Qiao Heng's identity as the "little prince of the Jin Kingdom", he felt that his stay in the Quanzhen Sect might become a hidden danger.

But to say that he hated and hated Qiao Heng a lot, it was absolutely nothing.

The reputation of the seventh son of Quan Zhen in the rivers and lakes is not bad, and he also helps the poor from time to time, practices medicine and rescues, and is not guilty of playing with a junior disciple, this visit is indeed sincere.

If he had known that his nephew was blind, he would never have said anything that favored Guo Jing.

Not only would he not be able to say that, but he would probably even stop him from competing in martial arts, and no matter how much he admired Guo Jing, a young man, he would not condone him to bully a person who had just lost his sight, and this blind was still a disciple of his Quanzhen Sect!

Wang Chuyi complained a little about Qiu Chuji, and said that this matter would not be done!

Then he was a little embarrassed.

A lot of things can't stand thinking too much, otherwise you can come up with three things if you have nothing to do.

On that day, in order not to say the weakness of Qiao Heng's wrist injuries, Qiu Chuji's silent attitude came to Wang Chuyi's mind, and it became Qiu Chuji's hint that Qiao Heng couldn't see at that time.

At that time, Qiao Heng had no intention of arguing with him, he only treated him as a clown who jumped off the beam and hung there without looking at him, and in his eyes, it was exactly what he should look like after he became blind.

He said to Zhao Zhijing, "You go back first." ”

Zhao Zhijing said "yes" inexplicably.

After Zhao Zhijing left, Wang Chuyi said to Qiu Chuji again: "Senior brother misunderstood me, I came to visit my nephew this time, I don't have anything else to think about, just to see if I can help." After all, this hurt his eyes for no reason, maybe he was poisoned, didn't the senior brother forget that the junior brother is quite good at detoxification?"

Qiu Chuyi thought about it, so he had to make a stinky face and make way for Wang Chuyi.

The dispute between the two outside had already reached Qiao Heng's ears.

At this time, Qiao Heng happened to come out of the room.

"Master, uncle, don't you come in and sit down?"

When Wang Chu saw that he behaved naturally, whether it was his movements when he crossed the threshold, or the posture that happened to face the two of them when he spoke, he seemed to be no different from ordinary people. Wang Chu couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

"You just stay in the house, your uncle and I have hands and feet, and you can't come out to greet you. Qiu Chuji blamed his mouth, but his eyes quickly swept over the ground, worried that there were stones, branches and other debris tripping him.

As soon as Wang Chu walked into the room, he vaguely smelled a medicinal fragrance in the air that could not be said to be sweet or bitter.

His gaze inadvertently caught on a book on the desk, and the three words on it made his pupils constrict. Looking at Qiao Heng again, I saw that he had already lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea for each of the people, and not a drop of water spilled outside the cup.

Qiu Chuji said to Qiao Heng: "Your fifth uncle came to see you." He changed his words and didn't say that Wang Chuyi was here to help him look at it.

Qiao Heng understood what Qiu Chuji meant, "There is Uncle Lao." ”

"The nephew is polite. ”

Wang Chuyi checked Qiao Heng's pulse again, observed his pupils, and finally pricked his finger with a needle and took a drop of blood.

Even if Qiao Heng knew that this was just a waste of effort, he still tried his best to cooperate with him.

Qiu Chuji looked at the two of them indifferently, and then heard Wang Chuyi say, "I'm sorry, senior brother." "The other party's pulse is really weird, and there are no signs of poisoning, it's really strange.

Hearing him say this, Qiao Heng was not surprised.

Qiu Chuji was disappointed, he smiled reluctantly and said, "It's okay, it's hard work." ”

He waved his hand, "Senior brother, let's get busy first, just have a brother here." ”

Qiu Chuji watched Wang Chuyi leave.

When he returned, he looked at his disciple and forgot what he had come to say before.

It is probably difficult for ordinary people to understand how much the people in the rivers and lakes attach importance to their proud disciples, and sometimes even their parents and children have to give up three points in front of their apprentices. What they inherited was not bloodline, but a more ethereal and traceless existence, which may be just an idea, or it may be the essence of martial arts that has been accumulated over decades.

Although Yin Zhiping has understanding but no determination, he was even more obsessed with the inner pill technique, which was contrary to the skills taught by his master.

He, the eldest disciple, has understanding, determination, qualifications and diligence, and respects his teacher, so it is almost the same to obey the elders. Although in order to allow him to cultivate his self-cultivation, Ma Yu did not let him practice some of his exclusive skills, Qiu Chuji had no doubt that his eldest disciple had already understood the mysteries in his ears and eyes, and he could get started at any time.

Moreover, Qiu Chuji was ashamed of Qiao Heng's life experience, and he just wanted to teach him everything he knew so that he could make up for it.

One can imagine how much Qiu Chuji has poured into him.

There is always a very strange ambivalence among the elders, who not only hope that the younger generation can become a dragon and a phoenix and get ahead, but also feel that there is nothing bad even if it is an ordinary life, as long as the other party can live this life peacefully and happily and carefree, no matter how great the glory is, it will not be in the eyes.

Therefore, what Qiu Chuji is afraid of is not that his expectations will be disappointed, but that what he is afraid of is that Qiao Heng's expectations will be disappointed, and he will collapse.

Everyone has a goal to strive for, so what did Qiao Heng expect from himself before that?

The location of the mound is unknown.

Qiao Heng has never said it to others.

Qiao Heng could feel that Qiu Chuji's gaze was resting on him, but the other party didn't speak for a long time.

He had to be the first to break the silence: "Master?"

Qiu Chuji looked away uncomfortably, then glanced at the book on the desk, and said, "Practice hard, if you can practice it to the fullest, you Chongyang Patriarch Quanxia will definitely be happy." ”

Maybe you can regain your sight after practice. He said to himself from the bottom of his heart. After all, this is a secret book of life and cultivation, and the flesh and spirit are exercised at the same time, and no one can say whether it can restore the sight of people's eyes, right? But if it is only to repair the dark wounds in the body, it is absolutely feasible.

"Master, rest assured, the disciple will not disappoint the expectations of all the teachers. ”

Hearing him say this, Qiu Chuji couldn't help but say, "...... Just do what you can, and you don't have to force everything. Heaven is jealous, and karma is not satisfied. ”

Qiao Heng was stunned for a moment, and then just smiled.

Qiu Chuji hoped that he really listened, not perfunctory.

After Qiu Chuji left, the smile on Qiao Heng's face faded.

A good one doesn't have to be forced.

However, if he doesn't even fight for it himself, will he still have to wait for the heavens to show mercy to him?

Since then, Qiao Heng has devoted himself to cultivation.

Many people like to use the sentence form of "doing something wholeheartedly" to describe their concentration process with a slight exaggeration, but for Lai Qiao Heng, the three words "wholeheartedly" are just a fact.

He doesn't know how long he can stay in this world, and he doesn't know that the rules of the world he will encounter when he is reincarnated next time do not allow people to practice martial arts, and he has accumulated countless "I don't know" in his heart, he is so disgusted with this kind of uncontrollable ignorance, he wants to change, and he will not let go of any opportunity for this.

Qiu Chuji saw that he was engrossed in the exercises, and there was even a slight relaxation between his eyebrows, and he did not give up on himself because of blindness, and the worry in his heart dissipated a little. It's still the senior brother who is smart and knows how to use other things to distract his disciples' minds.

He still remembered the faint joy in the young man's eyes when he first took it.

However, as Qiao Heng's cultivation time grew, Qiu Chuji sensed that something was wrong.

The little light in the young man's eyes gradually faded away, dissolving into the darkness that was countless times deeper and dead than before.

……

Qiao Heng stood up from his practice meditation room.

He walked over to where he had placed it, took it in his hand, and slowly rubbed his fingers over the cover.

His hands clenched violently, and the pages rolled up.

Without warning, with a brush, the thin book suddenly turned into snowflakes and fell all over the table.

There was nowhere to go with a depressed breath in his chest, and Qiao Heng's eyes were bottomless. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, a voice so clear in the quiet room where the pins could be heard, and the desolation that pervaded the laughter was doubly highlighted.

In the past two days, because it was the critical juncture of the exercises, in order to learn his conjectures as much as possible, even when he was eating and resting, he was still thinking about the exercises.

This body was already on the verge of collapse, and in such an abnormal state of work and rest, when he was highly concentrated, he didn't feel anything, but at this moment, the existence that was his spiritual pillar collapsed, and the discomfort that he had forced down suddenly rolled out.

There was a cramp in his stomach, even with Qiao Heng's concentration, he couldn't help but snort, he hurriedly helped the table, but accidentally knocked over the white porcelain pen holder on the table to the ground, and the table was also knocked out by him by an inch.

His fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly, and he slowly half-crouched down, one knee against the ground despite the ash and the shards of ceramics not far away. He tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of rusty, red liquid, some of which he couldn't spit out and choked into his trachea.

Qiao Heng frowned uncomfortably.

Recently, the more Qiu Chuji thought about it, the more he felt that Qiao Heng's state was wrong, as long as he had nothing to do these days, he would stay outside Qiao Heng's retreat, for fear that something would go wrong with his practice.

On this day, as soon as he came to the quiet room, he heard a crisp sound of "popping" from inside, like some porcelain falling to the ground. At the same time, he heard the sound of the legs and feet of the table and chair rubbing against the ground, as if someone had hit the table. Then there was a furious cough.

Qiu Chu's heart was cold, and without saying a word, he directly kicked open the wooden door of the quiet room.

"Kang'er!"

He saw Qiao Heng half-kneeling on the ground coughing constantly, and the front of the cyan robe was stained with blood, and his mind was in chaos.

The puddle of blood on the ground was even more glaring.

Qiao Heng forcibly calmed his breathing, he stood up on the table, coughing lightly, and habitually said, "Master, the disciple is fine." ”

Qiu Chuji was almost stunned by his words.

He scolded with sorrow: "This is still called nothing, what is called something?! You have to be missing an arm and a broken leg to be satisfied, right?"

He scolded like this in his mouth, but the hand that stepped forward to support Qiao Heng couldn't stop trembling.

Qiu Chuji took Qiao Heng out of the quiet room, and after returning to his room, he forcefully ordered Qiao Heng to lie on the bed and close his eyes to recuperate.

He sat on the sidelines, taking his disciple's pulse while pondering the prescription. Qiao Heng's pulse was as strange as ever, and Qiu had to prescribe a prescription for him as before. But he knew that this was just a psychological comfort.

Qiu Chuji turned his head and glared at Qiao Heng fiercely, and said, "What did I say that day?"

In fact, he just used his words to hide that he was still in a flustered heart. As long as he remembered the scene when he had just kicked the door open, only to see his proud disciple kneeling on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, he couldn't calm down.

Qiao Heng thought about it very seriously, which day the master was referring to which sentence, and then tried to ask: "But 'do what you can, you don't have to force everything.'" Heaven is jealous, and karma does not seek to be satisfied'?"

Qiu Chuji really thought that he had forgotten his words a long time ago, but he didn't expect him to really think about it.

He said, "The disciple always remembers. ”

Qiu Chuji: "But do you understand?!"

The young man's eyes were confused and empty, and he didn't know if it was because he couldn't see anything, or if he was in such a mood at this time. He said, "The disciple understands now. ”

Qiu Chuji stared at his eyes, which were already nothing, as if to discern the truth of his words. After a while, he said abruptly: "I'm afraid you're perfunctory to me again." I'll go and decoct the medicine for you, and you can rest honestly for a while.

The young man with a pale face silently closed his eyes.

The footsteps of Qiu Chuji faded away.

He understands, of course he does.

You don't have to force anything......

No one understands this better than him.

Some people have to earn three points even if they are unreasonable, but he has to be three points shorter if he is reasonable, but even if he does this, he can't get a clean one, and the taste is really indescribable.

But what did he demand?

He doesn't want any money, power, and power, all he wants is the rights that all living beings are born with.

-- There are many things and husbands, and each one returns to his roots.

-- All living beings shall die, and death shall return to the earth.

What he fought for was obviously what he should have been......

……

Year after year, the apricot trees on Zhongnan Mountain turn from yellow to green, and then from green to yellow. As soon as the cold autumn wind blew, the yellow fan-like leaves fluttered and fell, and in a short time, a thin yellow blanket accumulated on the ground.

A little Taoist boy who was sweeping the fallen leaves, holding a big broom a little higher than him, said with a collapsed face: "Sanqing is on top, what year and month will this be swept to!"

Next to him was a little Taoist boy who looked two or three years older than him, and he said, "Senior brother, do you want me to help you sweep? I promise that I won't let Master know." ”

"Senior brother, you're so good!"

The older Xiaodao children's clothes coughed lightly: "Senior brother, you see that senior brother and I are so good, then you tell Senior Brother Sù, who did you learn the trick you made half a month ago?"

Another little Taoist boy wrinkled his face and said mysteriously, "Senior brother, don't tell others. It was three months ago, and I accidentally got lost that day, and somehow turned out to be near the residence of the chief of the Changchun Sect. Then I met a very young Taoist, really young, much younger than Master, but he asked me to call him Master. He was practicing swordsmanship at the time, he was so powerful, that sword move was what he taught me!"

"Which uncle?"

"I don't know him either, I haven't seen him at the year-end competition. Later, I wanted to go to him again, but the master found out. Xiao Daotong hung his head and said, "Master didn't let me go to my uncle, and Master said that I was too noisy, and I would only disturb my uncle's recuperation." ”

The slightly older Dao boy sighed: "Isn't that ......?"

"Which one?"

"It's the ancestor of Changchunzi!"

"Changchunzi Dao has a lot of beard, how could it be him!"

"It's not him, I mean that the master in your mouth should be a disciple of Master Changchunzi!"

"It's not Uncle Yin, I know Uncle Yin. ”

"You're stupid! I mean Senior Brother Yin, Master Changchunzi has two disciples. ”

Xiao Daotong's round eyes widened in disbelief.

Every new disciple of the Quanzhen Sect knows that there is a very mysterious elder in the sect.

I heard that he relied on a song that was so basic that it could no longer be basic and a set of what every Quanzhen Sect disciple would, and won the championship in the year-end competition for several consecutive years. It was only later, for unknown reasons, that he never participated in the year-end sect competition again, but many elders in the sect recognized him as the most outstanding disciple of this generation.

It is said that he is obviously the apprentice of the Taoist of Changchunzi, but he has not learned the unique martial arts of the Taoist of Changchunzi, but has been cultivating beside the head for several years.

Many young disciples who have just started to learn about his deeds hope to be able to worship him as disciples, but this mysterious Taoist has never accepted disciples, let alone personal disciples, not even registered disciples.

The slightly older Dao Tong glanced at his junior brother enviously, this is really a fool with a fool's luck. He patted his junior brother's head: "Okay, don't giggle, hurry up and sweep the floor!"

Xiao Daotong came back to his senses, looked at the fallen leaves all over the ground, and said without tears: "Senior brother, you must help me, I will never be able to sweep it all by myself." ”

At this time, a simple and melodious bell came from the main hall, and the sound was a little solemn and solemn like never before, again and again, as if it hit everyone's hearts.

Xiao Daotong raised his head: "Didn't you just ring the bell to announce the hour?"

"No, it's not chime, it's ...... Death knell. ”

"Senior brother, which elder died?"

"I don't know. ”

Another autumn breeze blew through the treetops, and the last remaining leaves on the branches fell in a pinch of water, leaving only the bare branches to stand silently.

"Alright, hurry up and sweep the leaves. ”

"Oh, good. ”

The last bell rang, and the sound was long and majestic, lingering, startling a group of birds to fly into the unknown distance. Born villain

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Chapter 51: The Legend of the Condor Heroes (14).