Chapter 3: Wasted Years

Diao Suo helped Qi Qi, thinking that this kid was really a little weird. The body is so thin, but the weight is not light. As soon as he got his hands on it, he almost fell.

Qi Qi, with the support of the fisherman, slowly walked towards the residence. Badly wounded and exhausted, he was hunched on his back, barely supporting his body to stand.

His lips were bloodless, and his cheeks were covered with beads of sweat. The wounds on his hands and abdomen were bleeding profusely.

While looking at the road ahead, Diao Suo looked at Qi Qi's situation. I thought about it for a long time, but in the end I didn't say anything.

After a few steps, the fisherman's breath became heavy, and the boy on his shoulder seemed to be no longer a person, but pressed against him like a mountain.

His steps were as heavy as lead.

After walking a few more steps, finally, one stumbled, and the two fell into the ground together, stained with wet soil.

Diao Su hurriedly got up and inspected Qi Qi's situation, "Are you okay Qi Qi?"

Qi Qi gritted his teeth, his arms propped on the ground trembled violently as if he had passed an electric current, and he couldn't stand up.

Diao Suo blamed himself incomparably, "Qi Qi, I really deserve to die," it took a lot of effort to help Qi Qi get back on his feet.

With the lessons of the past, Diaosu became cautious, and nothing happened on the way, and took Qi Qi to Qi Qi's residence.

Diao Su put Qi Qi on the straw mat and asked, "Do you have any clean clothes?"

Qi Qi pointed to the long pole hanger in the corner, and Yu Su went over to get a piece of clothing, "Bandage it for you, and I'll return it to you later." โ€

Qi Qi squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "No need." โ€

"Stop talking," Yu Su tore off his shirt and bandaged Qi Qi.

He was injured a lot when he was young, and he was very familiar with stopping the bleeding.

"Are you okay?" Qi Qi asked now, barely redrawing a trace of energy from the severe pain.

"It's okay, you don't care about me," at this time, the fishing man wrapped Qi Qi's two hands.

His gaze turned to Qi Qi's abdomen, just one glance, which immediately made his scalp tingle, and deep self-blame welled up in his heart.

"I ......," he said, looking at the shocking wound, he couldn't do it.

"Wrap it up for me," Qi Qi's voice was extremely weak, "Do you want me to drain the blood?"

The brownish-gray cloth covered the bleeding wound, and the blood soaked the cloth in an instant, seeping into the outside.

After bandaging Qi Qi, Diao Su asked, "Do you have medicine here?"

"No," Qi Qi said.

"I'll go back and get you some," said the fisherman, getting up.

"No need," Qi Qi refused.

"You're so badly injured, it's better to apply some herbs quickly," Fisherman said.

"You go out," Qi Qi ordered the eviction.

"How can I?" said Fisherman, accentuating, "I must stay here." โ€

"Listen to me," Qi Qi was very weak, but there was firmness in his tone.

"You ......" stared at Qi Qi for a while, seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, although Diaosu didn't know what Qi Qi meant by this, but it was not good to go against Qi Qi's intentions, so he had to go out.

After leaving, the voice of the fisherman sounded outside again, "I'll bring you lunch, don't do it yourself!"

He stood at the door of the hut for a while and left.

In the thatched hut, there was silence. Qi Qi stared at the door for a moment, then gritted his teeth and crossed his legs, straightened up, put his hands on his knees, and slowly closed his eyes.

Time seems to stand still. Qi Qi in the room did not move at all, like a sculpture.

Gradually, there was a hint of change.

Qi Qi's short breath became longer, and as time passed, it became longer.

The sweat on his forehead gradually faded, and his lips slowly returned to blood.

Outside the thatched house, the breeze blew gently, and at a glance, the vast green sea was slightly tilted by the wind, passing from layer to layer, and finally the green sea as far as the eye could see was crooked.

In the thatched house, Qi Qi was like an old monk in his meditation, not moving at all.

He maintained this position until noon. At this moment, the door "rattled", and the sound of fishing was heard outside, and then it opened the door and entered.

"You didn't cook for yourself, did you?" I brought you something to eat," said the fisherman, carrying a basket of porcelain bowls stacked on top of each other, separated by wooden planks.

Qi Qi opened his eyes and looked at Diaosuo.

Diao Su glanced at Qi Qi's face and was startled, "You...... Why do you look so much better?"

"Let this go," Qi Qi skipped Diaosuo's question.

The fisherman took out the bowl of food and placed it on the wooden table next to the straw mat, "I didn't finish the wild boar you gave me yesterday, so I'll make some for you." There are also wild vegetables, fish. โ€

"Let's eat together," Qi Qi helped Yusu get food.

"I've eaten it," Fisherman said.

"Let's go together," Qi Qi said firmly.

"This ...... Okay," Fisher scratched his head, knowing that it was Qi Qi who saw through him lying. This kid is really clever, and nothing can escape his eyes.

While eating, Diao Suo felt that he couldn't put this matter aside and didn't ask, so he panicked, so he asked again, "Qi Qi, ...... What the hell did you do? All of a sudden it seemed to be a lot better. โ€

"Don't ask," Qi Qi's eyes were gloomy, and there was already a hint of coolness in his tone.

The fisherman immediately fell silent, stopped asking, and concentrated on eating.

Qi Qi looked cold, but when he started eating, he was obviously hungry, and it didn't take long for the meals to be finished.

"Are you full?" I'll make you some more," asked Fisherman.

"It's full," Qi Qi said, "you go back." โ€

"I'll stay here and take care of you, you don't have mobility," Fisher said.

"No need," Qi Qi said.

After the fisherman left, Qi Qi added a long robe to himself, covering the scabbed wound on his abdomen, and then sat on the straw mat, looking at the door, stunned.

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"Eight pole sword, control eight pole strength, one sword to break the sky. Try to perceive the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi of the Eight Directions, they are all real. As long as you are sincere in your heart, you can be friends with them. โ€

The old man in white sat on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by green grass that covered his shoulders. In his sight, there was a young man in white, who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, holding a wooden sword, dancing wildly.

The boy closed his eyes and followed the teachings of his master, trying to perceive the vitality in heaven and earth. He thought that he must be the kind of rotten wood that could not be carved in the master's mouth, otherwise he wouldn't have felt the shadow of vitality for several days.

After practicing for a while, he became a little absent-minded.

The old man's eyes were sharp, and he reprimanded, "If you practice half-heartedly, you will definitely be a waste in this life!"

The young man put away his sword, looked at the old man and said, "Master, aren't you just a waste?" You see you're a piece of shit, and you're doing so well. I'm a piece of shit, there's nothing wrong with that. โ€

"Shut up!" the old man glared, "I'm joking! Practice your sword well, or you won't eat dinner!"

"Oh......" the boy pouted, continuing to practice his sword.

At dinner, the young man couldn't help but ask, "Master, I've been practicing for several days, why don't I have any vitality at all?"

"Nonsense!" the old man said angrily, "Your master and I are talented, and it took a month to do it, and it has only been a few days, so I am impatient?"

"I thought it would be easy......" The boy shook the old man's arm.

"Don't come with me like this!" the old man shook off the boy in disgust, "My body can only be touched by those young girls, and others don't think about it!"

"Master, my hands are also very tender," the young man laughed.

"Don't eat any more food!" said the old man angrily.

"Oh......" The boy buried his head and continued to pick up the rice.

At night, an old man and a young man sit on the edge of a cliff and look out at the night sky.

The boy had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and his legs rested on the cliff, shaking gently.

"Apprentice, do you like the name that the master gave you?" asked the old man.

"I like it," said the boy.

"Will it ...... Miss Daddy?"

"No," the boy replied crisply.

The old man was stunned, "Why?"

"Who is good to me, who I like, I haven't even seen their faces, why should I like them?" The young man looked at the old man, grinned, and showed a mouthful of big white teeth, "I only like the master!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Bah, whoa, what do you like or dislike?" Master, I only like women, and I don't like you. โ€

"Hee-hee," the young star's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Master, you are a long girl and a short girl every day, tell the apprentice, what is this girl?" the young man said curiously.

The old man smiled meaningfully, "That's what I said." โ€

"We men are like fire. A fire, there will always be times when it is too vigorous, and at this time-"

"You need a girl!" interrupted the boy.

"Yes, the son can be taught," asked the old man, "and do you know why the girl?"

Without thinking, the boy replied, "The girl is water!"

"Yes!" said the old man with a glad smile, "a girl's eyes are the brightest thing in the world." A girl's mouth is the softest thing in the world. The girl's body is the gentle hometown of all men. โ€

"Wow, master, you are so talented!" the boy gave a thumbs up.

"Nonsense!" the old man chirped, "you think the master reads the book in vain!"

"By the way, you have to study hard every day. There is great wisdom in the book," the old man earnestly taught, "You can't be talented and virtuous, the sword in your hand is powerful, and the kung fu in your heart must keep up." Your sword is not only to protect yourself in this chaotic world, but also to prove yourself with the sword in your hand!"

"The rivers and lakes are chaotic, and there are countless conspiracies, you have to learn to see through it, and know the world but not the world. โ€

"When you're a sword, it's the most powerful sword in the world. Your eyes are the most recognizable eyes in the world. When your virtue is the most inclusive sea in the world. โ€

"The master didn't teach you in vain," said the old man.

"Master, I don't understand...... the young man pouted.

"You'll understand later," the old man touched the boy's head, "take your time." โ€

"Master is the best," the boy arched like a kitten in the old man's arms.

The old man did not refuse the boy's intimacy this time, and stroked the boy's head dotingly.

The moon is like a silver plate, and the silver light is like practice.

Under the starry sky, the master and apprentice wasted time.