Qi Qi buried the fish in the ruins of the thatched hut, which was previously the house of the fisherman, and later the tomb of the fisherman.

There are no relics in the fisherman, and everything about him is as light as his life.

It's so light that it doesn't even leave a trace.

Qi Qi stayed in front of the tomb of Diaosu for seven days.

For seven days, the sun was scorching, the wind was strong, the rain was heavy, the snow was heavy, and the thunder was terrible.

When he had finished, he returned to his thatched hut and took the two swords with him, a black-sheathed sword and a white-sheathed sword, and the books of poetry.

Down.

With a gentle breeze, it's as peaceful as ever.

It's just that things are not people.

Fisherman is dead, the poet-like man......

Left.

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Nanxun is known as the "rice city". It is located in the rich land of Jiangnan Water Town, with a large population. Half of Datang's grain comes from here.

Tonight, Nanxun is as bright as ever. The streets are full of people, fire trees and silver flowers, and none of the lights are shining.

On this west street, there is a tofu brain shop that is running very well. Day and night, it's overcrowded.

A man in brown with a package on his back and a package in his hand turned around and left after drinking tofu brain.

"Hey, you haven't paid yet!" shouted the middle-aged shopkeeper who wrapped a towel around his head.

This shout immediately alarmed many people around.

"How can this man pay his debts for eating?!"

"The appearance is quite dignified, how can you do such a thing?"

"The world is declining, and a bowl of tofu brain has to be repaid. ”

"Right...... I'm sorry, I don't have any money," the man in brown sneered.

"What are you going to eat if you don't have money?"

"I didn't think about it when I drank it, but I remembered it, ashamed and ashamed," the man in brown said.

"Oh, that's a good rhetoric," the shopkeeper sneered, "don't talk nonsense, give money!"

"This ......" The man in brown was a little embarrassed, turned his gaze to his package, thought for a moment, and said, "Or...... I'll give you two pieces of clothing. When I have money, I will come back and redeem it. ”

The shopkeeper couldn't help but laugh, and the people around him also showed the same expression when they heard it, and the shopkeeper said, "You want to send me away with two clothes? No way! Give money! I don't want anything but money! Even if it's ten clothes, don't talk about it!"

The people around him also responded one after another, "Yes, two clothes are worth a few dollars, look at the cloth, I'm afraid that it has been worn for some years, it is rotten like this, who will I send?"

"What's the difference between eating and drinking without understanding it and playing hooligan? The price of a bowl of tofu brains in this shop is not comparable to other tofu brains. ”

"I'm also poor in donkey skills, so you can be accommodating, shopkeeper," the brown-clad man pleaded.

"I!" the shopkeeper was angry when he heard this, and he picked up the stool and was about to smash it.

"Stop!" suddenly a coquettish cry came through the sky.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked by this heavenly voice, and they all looked sideways. I saw a fluttering skirt floating into sight, with a white waist and a pair of pupils cut water, it turned out to be a beautiful and graceful woman.

"What is this doing, girl?" the shopkeeper asked puzzledly, and couldn't help but be touched by the woman's moving posture, and the bench that she picked up was stuck in mid-air, and she didn't get off for a long time.

"Old man, I'll pay for this son's money, please stop the fire," the woman smiled.

"I'm not old," the shopkeeper saw that it was a beauty, and immediately forgot about the tofu brain, and laughed and played.

"Poof, eat and ......eat," the woman laughed, and the spirit between her eyebrows and eyes seemed to overflow with this smile.

"Girl, this can't be ......," the man in brown refused.

"Childe, don't refuse, don't worry about a bowl of tofu brain," the woman's voice was as soft as a feather when she spoke, "If Childe insists on paying it back, then find a time to be a guest at the Xuanyin Qin Workshop and listen to a tune, and that's fine." ”

"That'...... Alright, thank you, girl!" the man in brown clenched his fists.

"Childe doesn't have to be polite, meeting is fate," the woman turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, this is four taels of copper coins, you accept it." The matter with this son, let's reveal it here. ”

"Hey...... Okay," the shopkeeper couldn't help but be stunned as he looked at the woman's soft-spoken appearance.

"Let's go, sisters," the woman said, following the other sisters.

Her departure was as gentle as the wind, as hurried as the wind.

"Boy, count yourself lucky! remember to bring money when you come out to eat and drink in the future, not every time there is a girl like that to help you out of the siege!"

"Yes, what the shopkeeper said is that I have thanked the shopkeeper and said goodbye," the man in brown picked up the package, glanced at the direction of the woman's departure, and blended into the crowd.

"Xuanyin Piano Workshop...... What kind of place is that? "The man in brown muttered on the way.

Soon he put this thought behind him, and now the burning of his eyebrows was where he would live tonight.

He is penniless, and if he wants to live in an inn in Nanxun, where the price is high and even a bowl of tofu brain costs four taels, I am afraid it is unlikely.

As he walked, he walked out of West Street and came to an arched bridge. Under the bridge is the Nanxun River, which runs through almost the entire town.

At this moment, there are a number of beggars in ragged clothes sitting on and under the bridge. The man looked at this scene, struggled for a long time, sighed one last time, and walked off the bridge.

This is the end of West Street, which is much less crowded. The prosperity of Nanxun City does not seem to belong here. Here, the man in brown has the feeling that here and elsewhere are two worlds.

He suddenly remembered a passage he had read in the book: some prosperity is just the appearance. Behind the prosperity, there may be many secrets that no one knows.

It's like this bridge that no one visits, and the dress and mental temperament are completely different from those beggars who are sons and young ladies.

In every world, there are always some dark, not so good places.

In these places, there are always some sluggish, not so proud people.

The man in brown sat under the bridge, and not far from him there were several people who were also sleeping on the bridge.

The only difference was that his clothes were cleaner and not so old.

But there's nothing to praise about that.

Looking at the paper lanterns, paper boats, and other things he didn't recognize floating from the river upstream, the man in brown gradually became sleepy, and was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, when a strange smell came to his nose.

The man opened his eyes, and a man in scruffy clothes and messy hair stood in front of him, gesturing with his hands with a somewhat displeased expression.

He knew that he had robbed this man's territory, and he walked away with a sense of humor, "I'm sorry, I'll leave now." ”

Looking at the man's condition, he was probably a mute, and with a casual glance, he saw that he still had a severed finger on his hand.

The man in brown felt a sense of sorrow inexplicably, took out a set of clothes from the package, and handed it to the man, "It's cold, you can take it and wear it." ”

The man shook his head vigorously.

"It's too small, I can't wear it anymore, if you don't want it, I'll have to throw it away, that's a pity, isn't it?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then took his shirt and bowed to the man in brown.

The man in brown went elsewhere to find a place, and couldn't help but think of how many poor people like the mute man were by this bridge. This street, how many. This Nanxun, how many are there. The entire Datang, how many are there.

Thinking about it, I can't help but feel a little ashamed, the master taught himself that the sword in his hand is powerful, and he must act chivalrous and righteous, and draw his sword when he sees injustice. Do not seek to rejuvenate the country and eliminate the coquettish, but only to do their part.

But since Qiqi's death, he has been in a daze so far, how many times has he been a hero? How many times has he drawn his sword?

Thinking of this, the man in brown found a place to stay, looked at the vast night, and gradually fell asleep.

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"Eight Pole Sword, Broken River!"

With a childish drink, the peachwood sword in the young man's hand slashed out, and the air suddenly turbulent, and the waterfall in front of him that poured down like a wave appeared faulty. The part of the water that was cut back by the boy poured into the cave in the waterfall.

Although it was a shallow glimpse, the young man looked at the fire in the cave, "Wow! Master! There is a cave in it!"

"Wow, wow, I've never seen a cave, little hillbilly," the old man glared.

"Master, you comprehend vitality in a month, and I have seven days. You can split a hundred trees with sword qi in four months, and I will do it in one month. Now I have broken the river with a sword for three months, master, how long have you been able to break the river?" the young man said with a smile.

"Little hillbilly, you have some achievements, and you are laughing at the master?" the old man scolded.

A month later, since this month, the old man has been honing his practical skills. If you have a body of killing power, you can cut the river with a sword, but you can't use it well in actual combat to defeat the enemy with a sword. Then no matter how strong the sword is, it is just an embroidered pillow.

In recent days, the whereabouts of the teenager have been a little strange. He asked several times, but the young man was hesitant. Seeing that the boy was fine, he didn't bother to ask.

This night, after practicing the sword with the young man, after eating, he lay on the top of the cliff and looked at the night scene.

"Master......" the young man said suddenly.

"Guawazi, what?" the old man said in his usual ruffian tone.

"Happy birthday!" the young man took out a wooden figure as if by spell and handed it to the old man.

"What is this?" the old man was a little stunned.

"This is a wooden figure carved for you!" the young man smiled, "Look, you carved the posture of your sword, heroic, right?"

"Phew, it's ugly!" he said, and took it honestly in his hand.

The boy continued to lie down and look at the night scene, but he was a little unhappy, and the master was not very happy about the wooden figure he had worked so hard to make.

The air fell silent, one old and one young staring into the distance, silent in pairs.

After a long time.

"Qi Qi ......" the old man called the rare name he gave to the young man.

The boy turned a deaf ear.

"Thank you, this wooden figure you made, the master likes it very much," the old man said seriously.

The boy still didn't gnaw, but a drop of crystal fell from his cheek and seeped into the grass.

"It's been a long time since I've heard anyone say these four words to me. I was on the verge of forgetting my birthday. Qi Qi gave the master something, the master liked it very much, the master thanked Qi Qi," the old man said in a trembling voice.

"You're welcome!" the young man burst into tears and laughed, still so energetic and cheerful.

"By the way, how did you know about your master's birthday?" asked the old man.

"Of course it's the words engraved on your sword!" the boy explained.

"Stretch out your hand," the old man said suddenly, somewhat confusingly.

"Huh?" the boy was stunned.

"Ahh

"What are you talking about, master?" said the boy, "I don't understand," the boy muttered.

"You've been carving this thing these days, and your hand has been injured, right? show it to the master," the old man pointed out directly.

"Oh......" The boy held out his hand in a proper manner, the back of his hand facing up.

The old man knocked a chestnut on the young man's head, "You're still playing tricks with me!"

"Ouch! it hurts!" the boy touched his head and spread out his palms.

"Hey......" the old man sighed deeply, "does it hurt?"

The young man's palms were spread out, and they were covered with countless small black holes, as well as scars of different sizes, old and new.

"Also...... It's okay, it doesn't hurt much," the boy smirked.

The old man said no more, brought herbs and put them on the young man, and rarely took the young man into his arms, and lay down on the edge of the cliff together.

Time passed slowly, and the air seemed to stand still.

The breeze caressed the boy's head as well.