Jiulong Mountain, the fourth highest peak in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, is a natural forest in a pristine state of nearly 10,000 acres. Water resources are particularly abundant, and the water quality is excellent, which belongs to the first class of water sources. The whole water system is radial, shaped like the wings of a peng, and finally flows into the Wuxi River on the Qiantang River.

Zhang Yueming sat in the car, looking at the gradually enlarged green mountains in the car window, and a trace of sentimentality suddenly appeared in his eyes.

After entering the mountain, there is a winding mountain road, which can directly reach the well-known scenic spot Eight Immortals Fishing Platform. However, Zhang Yueming stubbornly asked to get off at the mountain pass, and then hiked into the mountain, and the driver muttered for a while, these two old men are almost one hundred and fifty years old together, and they still have this spirit.

"It hasn't changed, it hasn't changed. Zhang Yueming did not move along the winding mountain road, but went around the mountain, examined the surrounding terrain, stroked a camphor tree as thick as a water urn canopy, and sighed again and again.

Daoist You Fang said strangely: "Senior brother, have you been here?"

Zhang Yueming smiled bitterly, nodded lightly, and said, "More than fifty years ago, I lived in this mountain for nearly two months. At that time, this camphor tree was not as thick as my arm. ”

More than fifty years ago...... Daoist You Fang was silent for a while, thoughtful.

Two old men stepped on the soft autumn leaves and stepped side by side into the dense forest. Zhang Yueming seemed to be very familiar with the terrain and routes, and his steps were brisk, leading the Taoist priest to gradually go deep into the vast primeval forest.

After walking for more than an hour, Zhang Yueming's face was already dripping with sweat, and he found a stone to sit down, and then took out a yellowed handkerchief that he had washed and wiped his forehead, pinched his legs and feet, and sighed: "I'm old, I'm old! I used to walk to this place in less than half an hour, and I didn't sweat or breathe." ”

Daoist You Fang also sighed abruptly: "Yes." I've lived most of my life, and I still haven't understood it. Senior brother, you said that we have worked hard for half our lives, and we have sprinkled all our blood on the land of China. But why in the end. But you don't even have a place to stay?"

"A generation of sons of heaven and a courtier. Zhang Yueming smiled faintly and said: "At that time, the Japanese people entered the Central Plains, and Shenzhou was bandang, where was there a pure land? Now, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and there is no need to be afraid. ”

"yes. Daoist You Fang said hesitantly: "We are originally idle clouds and wild cranes, who cares who dominates the world and ascends to the great treasure." The people ate well and dressed well. There are also all sorts of high-tech. Very good. ”

The two old men smiled at each other, but they both saw a trace of bitterness in each other's eyes.

After resting for a while, the two got back on the road, and the conversation gradually began, but the topic was basically lamenting the ruthlessness of the years and the fact that things are wrong.

As he walked, Daoist You Fang suddenly asked, "Senior brother, did you regret that so many people scolded you as a traitor at that time?"

Zhang Yueming strutted with his head held high. The fist clenched slightly, then released, and smiled, "No." Although my colleagues denounced me as a traitor, I knew it in my heart. What is right and what is wrong. ”

"To be honest, I admire you. Daoist You Fang smiled bitterly: "I am a few years younger than you, and you have saved my life." But I was at the time. Alas...... It's really fascinating. ”

"Yunzhou. Zhang Yueming paused and said, "Don't say that." Who can see the situation clearly, we just have different opinions. The paths are different, but at the end of the day, the things are done the same. ”

"That's what I said. Daoist You Fang laughed at himself, shook his head and said, "I was a stunned young man at the time. Otherwise, the master would not have been killed. Yunzhou, Yunzhou. This was the name my master gave me at the time, but I heard it every time. It's like a pinprick in my heart. For more than 50 years, Ruan Jichang is written on the ID card, and Ruan Jichang is written on the household registration, and even I think I am called Ruan Jichang. ”

"The world is impermanent, except for the immortals, who can really predict the prophet?"

Daoist You Fang nodded, and suddenly asked, "Senior brother, I heard that you did something big later?"

"yes, a big deal. Zhang Yueming bit the 'big event' heavily, and said in a low and bitter tone: "A major event that no one knows about for more than 50 years except me. ”

"It's in this Nine Dragon Mountain!"

"At that time, my three senior brothers died tragically in the South China Sea, and their bones were gone. In order to investigate this matter, Master and his old man finally broke up with Director Long. Later, the master was ambushed in the Sword Pavilion and was seriously injured, and fled all the way to Minjian. I was only taken care of by my youngest junior brother, Zhen Yueling, who was not yet ten years old at the time. Master ran all the way, old injuries flared up, the old and the new overlapped, and lingered on the sickbed for months. But when he heard the call of his old friend, he still resolutely went to help. ”

Ruan Yunzhou frowned and said, "Zhen Yueling is your master's beloved son, ten years old, how did you do it?"

"Yes, he was a weak kid. Zhang Yueming's eyes were sour, and he said astringently: "In that year of war and chaos, the master who carried the oil and the lamp on his back actually came to Longquan like that. ”

"It's a blessing. You Fang Taoist said: "What happened later?"

"At that time, I was fighting guerrillas in western Sichuan, and once I encountered the Japanese army, and the team was scattered. I was shot in the shoulder and went to a fellow's house to recuperate. While I was recuperating from my wounds, two beggars, one old and one young, came to the village. I'll go out and have a look......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yueming couldn't hold back the sourness in his eyes anymore, and the next two lines of old tears were stunned.

At that time, Zhang Yueming was recuperating in the village, and he was not yet well-organized, and he heard that there were old and young beggars who fainted on the street, with few skin and bones, and prominent cheekbones, all of which had taken off their human shapes, and the old ones were even more unkempt and shaped like skeletons. Zhang Yueming was moved by compassion, so he followed the villagers and carried the two to the village.

Because this old and young man had experienced a long journey at that time, I don't know how much suffering he had suffered, and he had long been unrecognizable. Zhang Yueming didn't recognize them, and they woke up after feeding the old and young people rice porridge for two days.

It's a pity that Zhang Yueming was fighting guerrilla warfare in the mountains all the year round at that time, and his appearance changed very much. His master and brother did not recognize him either.

After more than half a month, the old and young who barely recovered some of their anger insisted on leaving.

In troubled times, people are not as good as dogs.

At that time, the people in the village were still unable to protect themselves, so they didn't keep the two too much, only stuffed them with a few pieces of bread, and let them go.

Until they left, when Zhang Yueming cleaned up the bed, he picked up a bamboo plaque with the word Qingwei engraved on it, and a spirit character below.

Zhang Yueming couldn't be more familiar with this bamboo brand, because he also had such a bamboo brand in his hand, and the word Ming was engraved on the back.

A token of the Qingwei faction!

Zhang Yueming reacted at this time, his little junior brother was about eight or nine years old, similar to the little beggar, and at this time, thinking carefully about the old beggar's eyebrows, eyes and facial features, he felt extremely familiar.

Exactly his master!

Thinking of all this, Zhang Yueming's mind almost collapsed, he couldn't believe that the master who was kind and kind-eyed and liked cleanliness the most in his life had fallen to such a point.

After figuring out these things, Zhang Yueming didn't care about continuing to recuperate from his injuries, and immediately went out to look for their traces.

It wasn't until two days later that he saw the little beggar lying on his stomach drinking water by a stream, and the old beggar lying in the grass.

However, he did not go out to recognize each other. Because at this moment, the identities of the two are already in a state of opposition, and he is afraid of hurting his master's self-esteem.

In this way, he has been escorting two people to Changsui County in the dark.

That is, in Changsui County, he met Wang Xiude, the apprentice of Yang Zhenren, his master's old friend Longhushan. Wang Xiude took his master and younger brother to a private house and sent someone to take care of him.

After Zhang Yueming squatted for a few days, he felt relieved before he was ready to leave. But on the night of his departure, he met a widow outside the city, hid in a haystack, and happened to encounter a scene he couldn't believe.

Wang Xiude actually had a secret meeting with a big Zuo of the Japanese people.

As a pure Han Chinese, although Zhang Yueming has been a monk since he was a child, he hated the Japanese who invaded China and burned and looted everywhere.

Wang Xiude must have taken refuge in the Japanese and became a traitor. (To be continued......)