Cen Chi, who was six years old at the time, was immediately ignited, and counted several "crimes" of the second senior brother in one go. It wasn't until the person next to him who was lying on the bed reading a book snorted coldly that he came back to his senses and quickly shut up. But not long after, he cowardly whispered, "Actually...... It's not because of this ......"

When he was young, he couldn't accurately express what was in his heart at that time.

That feeling of dependence on the strong is human nature, but people often feel it first, and then they can think about it in words.

The elder brother is strong in martial arts and can kill wild boars and wolves with his bare hands; The elder brother is erudite, at least in Cen Chi's opinion, he can answer all questions; Big Brother...... He cooks very well...... Even if the pentathlon elder brother removes the other two abilities and only keeps these three, it is enough to make the six-year-old Cen Chi rely on and admire him, and he can't stick to him every day, which is also one of the child's hearts.

But this is a factor that is not conducive to his growth, if there is such a person around him all the time, it is contrary to the intention of the Northern Fence School to include him.

Xiao Kuang didn't ask anything more, but after a moment of silence, he said slowly: "Because what I have learned is different from you." ”

Many years later, Cen Chi and Lin Shan remembered what he said, and they both knew that this answer was not accurate, but it was not entirely wrong.

Xiao Kuang majored in martial arts and minored in chess. Compared with martial arts, Lin Shan can tie with Xiao Kuang's fifty-seven moves, but he will definitely not win, and his chess skills are far behind; Compared with chess skills, Cen Chi can draw with Xiao Kuang in five games and four draws, and it is difficult to go further, and Xiao Kuang can flip Cen Chi out of three zhang with one palm......

However, martial arts and chess are actually not the main knowledge of the Beili School. The reason why the old man of the North Fence only taught the eldest disciple two partial knowledge, in addition to the limited talent of the eldest disciple, there is also an unspeakable reason, which is destined to the eldest disciple no matter how omnipotent he is, and he will eventually be ineligible to become the next generation of the successor of the North Fence School.

Therefore, Xiao Kuang, the great disciple of the North Fence, possessed several skills that made Cen Chi extremely admire and worship. In fact, none of them can contribute to its progress.

But it is not for this reason that the contact between the senior disciple and the two main disciples is severed.

Cen Chi, who was only six years old at the time, didn't know so much, he could probably only say whatever he wanted, but it was such a direct feeling that turned into words. The best way to get to the point of the problem. After getting the answer from the senior brother, Cen Chi was still puzzled, and after thinking about it, he asked, "Can't we be together if we learn differently?" Isn't it good that the senior brother has been here all these days? ”

As soon as Cen Chi's words fell, Lin Shan, who was lying on the bed next to him and pretending to read, also turned his head, obviously he also had this doubt in his heart.

"Hmm...... You're not entirely wrong to say that. Xiao Kuang's hand that was collecting the bowl froze slightly, and he pondered for a moment, then changed the topic and asked softly, "Little junior brother." Senior Brother asks you, if I am not here these days, and Second Senior Brother can't help you, then how will you live? ”

Cen Chi could hear that the tone of the senior brother's speech had changed slightly, and every time he spoke like this. It was when he was extremely serious.

Therefore, Cen Chi's complexion soon became stern and serious.

However, when he thought about the question asked by the senior brother several times with great seriousness, he frowned.

He didn't know how to answer, and it was only now that he suddenly realized that although he had a strong memory and a gift that could almost be remembered, he lacked the skills to live alone.

He subconsciously stepped aside, and his buttocks were beaten off a layer of skin by the board because of the punishment. So much so that he could only lie on the bed, but he was also looking at the second senior brother who was looking at him here.

He suddenly realized that although the second senior brother cooked unpalatable and often did the laundry in a hurry, the second senior brother could at least use flint to make a fire and cook a pot of rice. Even sometimes the clothes are torn by the thorns on the mountain road, and the second senior brother can still twist and sew patches...... This qiē life skill, but I can't even barely do it.

"I don't know......" After thinking for a long time, Cen Chi slowly lowered his head, "I won't ......"

"This is the eleventh time you've said that!" Lin Shan, who had been silent next to him, suddenly interjected at this time. "No, you will learn, senior brother will not stay here all the time to listen to you say no, I don't know."

Xiao Kuang rarely did not help the young Cen Chi speak, but agreed with Lin Shan's words, nodded and then said slowly to Cen Chi: "If I wasn't here, you would have learned to cook." Your height may not be enough to put away the dishes on the table, but if there is no one to help you, I believe that with your mind, you will not be surprised to think that you can step on a stool to put away the dishes. ”

Cen Chi raised his head when he heard this, with a hint of understanding and a little surprise in his expression.

"Taking care of your own life is the most basic skill you should master as a person, regardless of your talent." Xiao Kuang paused slightly, and then continued: "An isolated and helpless environment can best make people learn to bear and be strong, you are still young, and it may not be appropriate to say this to you now, but this is something you must understand."

Before you arrived, the second brother lived alone most of the time, and when he first learned to use the flint, he rubbed and struck the stone hundreds of times, but he couldn't stop trying because he failed, because there was no second person around him who would help, and if he couldn't light firewood, he would only starve.

Because there was sand in the rice, which almost cracked his tooth bones, he learned to wash rice.

Sometimes the Master is not there, and you can only rely on yourself to improve your food. The mountain was rich in produce, but if he hadn't learned how to shoot arrows and design traps, he would have had nothing more than a feast for his eyes if a rabbit passed under his feet and a pheasant flew overhead. ”

"Because I can't count on anyone to help make it easy for me, I can only do it myself and learn to master these most basic skills." Xiao Kuang reached out and gently stroked the braided hair on the top of Cen Chi's head, "If I were here, I might not be able to turn a blind eye to your difficulties, but if so, I wonder how long it will take you to learn this?" This is a result that Master does not want to see. ”

Cen Chi listened to what Xiao Kuang said in confusion, although there were some unclear points, he at least kept the original words in mind word for word, and then he nodded seriously.

And just as Xiao Kuang's words were finished, before Cen Chi could pick up the conversation for a while, a voice suddenly floated outside the house:

"What Kuang'er said is true."

This familiar voice revealed an incomparably solemn tone, which lifted Lin Shan and Xiao Kuang in the room, and Cen Chi, who was the weakest, showed a little timidity in his eyes.

Xiao Kuang put down the dishes that still had the scraps in his hand and dusted off his sleeves. Then the middle-aged man who walked in towards the door with a long body, bright eyes, and a wooden hairpin and black robe bowed deeply: "Xiao Kuang, the senior disciple of the North Fence, meet the master." ”

Lin Shan had also rolled over from the bed and got off the ground, although the injury behind his buttocks was so involved that it was faintly cracking, and the pain made his forehead begin to sweat. But this pain did not stop him from praying the rite of master and apprentice: "Disciple ......"

Lin Shan had just raised his hands and was about to bow down, when he saw the old man of Beili raising his sleeves to block him, and said in a gentle tone: "Shan'er, you have a good rest!" ”

Although the punishment a few days ago was done by him himself, every board was laid, and his strength fell very strongly, and he showed no mercy to his subordinates, and he beat the two disciples for a few days without recuperation. But the punishment is over. As a master, he can take care of all the places he can take care of.

Lin Shan also knew in his heart that he had made mistakes first, and punishment was the inevitable result. Although the master did not forgive him in the slightest, it was impossible for him to hold a grudge because of this matter.

Then, the old man's gaze fell on Cen Chi's face.

Cen Chi did not salute. But he just whispered with a timidly expression: "Master." ”

"Hmm." The old man of Beili answered lightly, and then he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, reached out and lifted the clothes on Lin Shan's back to look at it carefully, and said slowly: "It's already scabbed." ”

He looked sideways at Xiao Kuang, and said, "These few days are the key to dispel decay and rejuvenate, you should be careful, don't let his scabs crack a second time." so as not to leave scars in the future. ”

"Yes." Xiao Kuang's head was bowed.

After checking the healing of Lin Shan's injuries, the old man of Beili didn't say anything more, stood up and beckoned to Cen Chi: "Chi'er, follow the teacher out." ”

Cen Chi followed the old man in Beili and walked out of the house. Before going out, he subconsciously glanced back, only to see that the senior brother's hands were naturally hanging by his side. Look at it meekly. The second senior brother was still lying on the bed, but unlike the calm gaze of the senior brother, there was a slight look of concern in the eyes of the second senior brother.

Walking outside the house, seeing that the master still had no intention of stopping, Cen Chi was silent and followed until the grass hut behind him was about to disappear in the mountains and forests. Finally, I couldn't help but ask, "Master, where are you going?" ”

The old man of Beili heard the question from the immature child's voice behind him, but he didn't even look back, still maintained a gait with his hands tied behind his back, slightly raised his head, and said lightly: "When you arrive, you will naturally know." ”

Considering that there was a child who couldn't walk fast behind him, in fact, he secretly slowed down. But in the eyes of the child, the master walked like the wind, and he still walked extremely fast, and he had some difficulty following him.

If Cen Chi heard Master's reply a few years later, he would definitely slander two words in his heart: "Nonsense!" ”

But when Cen Chi was six years old, when he heard this, his first reaction was to secretly realize: "The second senior brother is really learning from the master to speak." ”

Hearing a little displeasure in the tone of the master's voice, Cen Chi didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The mountain road was rugged and winding, and Cen Chi only felt that he had walked for a long time, but the master still had no intention of stopping, and there was no house in front of him. Such a wordless walking journey was inevitably monotonous, and Cen Chi's attention unconsciously fell on the arm that the master tied behind his back.

Master's two sleeves are extraordinarily spacious, and if they hadn't been bent behind his back, he would have dragged them to the ground. And because the wide sleeves were held up in the air, as the master's figure undulated on the rugged mountain road, the two sleeves also swayed...... I don't know what motive it is, Cen Chi subconsciously wants to imitate.

He also wrapped his immature arms around his back, which had not yet fully grown his bones, to experience the feeling of the robe being windless and automatic, but he soon found that his hands could barely be held together behind his back, as if his arms were not long enough......

So he tried to twist his shoulders to reach his fingers, and if anyone looked at him from the front, it would seem indescribably awkward, but of course he himself could not realize it.

Finally, his hands were clasped behind his back, but at this moment, his walking form became extremely unbalanced, and it was only a small protruding boulder on the ground, which tripped him face down, and gnawed on a mouth full of grass stubble.

The old man finally stood and turned around.

He didn't know that the reason why the newly accepted child's disciple who had not yet lost his heart fell was just playful, and he thought that this child was immature and weak after all, and he couldn't compare to the other two disciples.

I looked sideways at the front of the mountain road. Estimating the length of the remaining journey, the old man of Beili sighed softly, and pulled Cen Chi, who had fallen heavily and was already in tears in pain, but could hold back a word, from the ground and lifted it onto his back.

When Cen Chi first arrived at the Great Wilderness Mountain. Along the way, I also came on the master's back like this. But at that time he was entitled to special treatment because he had endured hunger for too long, and was so ill that he could no longer walk on his own.

In Cen Chi's memory, lying on the master's back this time is the most real way to feel the warmth of the master. Master's back is more generous than that of Senior Brother.

However, Cen Chi's mood at this time was not relaxed, a little surprised, a little nervous, and the two small fists hanging on the shoulders on both sides of the master were clenched tightly.

The old man clearly felt the tension of the child on his back. Suddenly, he said: "Release your fist, wrap yourself around the teacher's neck, and don't roll off your back again." ”

Cen Chi did as he was told, and as his mood slowed down slightly, he couldn't help but ask again, "Master." Are you angry? ”

The old man of Beili said in a flat tone: "Why do you say this? ”

Cen Chi said worriedly: "You...... You can't laugh at anyone......"

"Being a teacher is true for anyone, you have to do your best to get used to it." The old man of Beili paused slightly, and then continued: "Chi'er, you remember, do a good job of disciple responsibilities in the master's sect, and you will not have any apologies for being a teacher." Usually when you meet as a teacher, you don't have to be submissive. If you have any thoughts in your heart, you can express them, whether it is right or wrong, the teacher has a little bit of a responsibility to answer you. Even if there are some things that may not be explained to you too clearly for the time being, I will definitely talk about them at the right time. ”

"Yes. Master. After listening to Master's teachings, when Cen Chi replied, there was some more high-spirited tone in his voice.

……

……

On that day, Cen Chi stepped into the residence of the old man in Beili for the first time.

Master's residence is at the top of Xiahong Peak in the Great Wilderness Mountain, and it looks like it from the outside. It's just a few thatched-roof houses, but the darkrooms embedded in the surface of those houses are surprisingly large. There were many boxes in the dark room, but in the years that followed, Cen Chi never had the opportunity to go there to explore the details. I only remember the only chance I had was when my senior brother Lin Shan took the risk to sneak him in, and hurriedly looked through a few boxes, which were full of books.

In the spacious and neat underground dark room full of boxes, the old man of Beili removed the birthday lock hanging around Cen Chi's neck.

It wasn't until that moment that Cen Chi could be regarded as officially worshipping the Beili School.

It was also from that time on, under the teachings of his master, Cen Chi vaguely delineated his future goals, and diluted the impression of his parents that was not very clear in his memory.

Explore your own talent potential, achieve the talents of the auxiliary country, surpass the second senior brother, and inherit the century-old ambition of the Beili School.

It would be nice if things kept going this way.

However, although this was a bit hard, the full and stable life did not last long.

It only lasted three years.

Before that rainy night, Master's image in Cen Chi's heart was still majestic and erudite, and he only had full of respect.

But such a harmonious learning environment seemed to be shattered by the storm and lightning rush that night.

What is the reason for this result?

When he was nine years old, he was forced to leave the Great Wilderness Mountain, and after leaving the Shimen school, Cen Chi wandered outside for more than ten years, and he has always been very puzzled, on that thunderstorm night, why the master suddenly rushed into his bedroom with a sharp knife like a mad demon......

Master, what is the purpose of the sudden ruthlessness in your eyes?

Although he met his senior brother Xiao Kuang again many years later, after a long conversation, Cen Chi finally knew the reason why the master wanted to kill him on a rainy night when he was nine years old, but the doubts in his heart deepened.

In the past three years, more than 1,000 days and nights of earnest teaching, although the life is light but subtle care, is it all fake?

If it weren't for the second senior brother who suddenly rushed in and risked his life to resist, Master, would you really be able to do it to me?

The two familiar thatched huts in front of him gradually blurred in their vision, as if they were fading away, and as if they had turned into smoke and dust and disappeared with the wind; The majestic and lofty outline of the Great Barren Mountain also began to blur, as if it was like a splash of ink, smeared into the night, and then seemed to sink into the ground, falling into a sea......

In front of me, however, a mountain path appeared, and instead of rugged gravel, it was paved with neat stone steps. The scenery on both sides of the stone steps path has been blurred into ink, and only the stone steps reflect the silver glow of the moonlight. The long figure walking step by step on the stone steps appeared.

The figure tucked its hands behind its back, its two wide sleeves dangling in the air, as if the man's arms would be dragged to the ground if they had been lowered a little longer.

Cen Chi remembered that back. In particular, I remember the hairpin in the man's hair very clearly.

Once, when the master carried him on the mountain road, he almost couldn't resist pulling the wooden hairpin several times.

At that time, it was very simple and just for fun, not like now, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed to be just a blink of an eye, when he saw the familiar back again, the familiar wooden hairpin, his heart suddenly tightened.

It seems that on the simple and unpretentious wooden hairpin, there is a cold breath entwined, and the long figure has also been emptied, and an evil spirit lives in.

"Master?"

Although Cen Chi was faintly afraid of the familiar back. Because that back reminded him of the rainy night killing when he was nine years old, but watching the master walk away step by step, he still couldn't help but call.

Originally, he didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and monsters, but he blamed the cruel experience of forcing him to leave the Shimen school when he was nine years old. Carved a wound on his soul that would not heal, and he couldn't stop being unstable when he saw someone again.

I don't know when it began, the dark clouds covered the silver moon, and it rained again in the sky.

However, Cen Chi didn't feel the cold rain dripping on his face, he just heard the sound of the rain falling on the stone steps, and the mist splashed. The back of the master, who had already walked a little farther on the stone steps, became more hazy.

The vague back did not mean to turn back, and continued to walk forward step by step on the stone steps.

"Master!" Cen Chi shouted, and subconsciously took a step forward.

It was at this time that he noticed that his body had become extremely light. It seemed to float in mid-air, but it just jumped forward with the intention of jumping, that is, like a swallow cutting rain, swept out several feet at once, and swept less than seven steps away from the shadow.

This strange scene. Ling Cen Chi's heart was empty for no reason, and he suddenly faintly realized that he seemed to have become a rabbit that had fallen into a trap.

The back figure that was gradually walking away in the rain suddenly stopped and turned his face...... His facial features were blurred, I don't know if it was because the rain was getting heavier and heavier, which affected his vision, or because the face was hideously distorted......

The man held a sharp knife in his hand, the sharp edge of which seemed to cut the raindrops falling from the sky into two pieces.

The man said coldly: "Chi'er, I came to see you for the teacher, are you still used to the new bed?" ”

The vague figure with the knife seemed to be about to walk over as he spoke, but he could only pull his legs and feet in place, but he couldn't take the actual half-step distance.

At this time, Cen Chi saw clearly that there was a young figure at the foot of the blurred figure. The young man clung to the sword-wielding figure's legs so tightly that he could not walk, and the indigo blue shirt on the young man's body had turned a dark red color, not because it was wet from the rain, but because it was soaked with blood.

"Let's go!"

The boy turned his face and shouted.

Different from the long and blurred face, although the figure of the young man curled up on the ground was blurred in a dark red color, the outline of his face could be very clearly imprinted into Cen Chi's eyes in the night rain, the wide eyes were embedded in the miserable white face, and the dark pupils seemed to open the passage of the region.

"Senior brother......" Cen Chi couldn't help but call in a trembling voice. The cold voice of the elder figure and the sharp knife he held made Cen Chi want to turn around and flee immediately, but when he saw clearly that it was the second senior brother Lin Shan who was dragging the footsteps of the elder figure, and when he saw the second senior brother lying in a pool of blood, he suddenly felt that his legs were stiff again.

"Let's go!" The boy shouted the word again, choking out of his throat with blood foam, his face had become extremely pale, "Don't go and wait for death!" ”

Cen Chi, who was standing on the stone steps of the mountain road, looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was extremely frightened. He didn't turn around, but he was finally able to control his legs and take a step back, but unexpectedly, this step stepped into the abyss.

"Master ......" Cen Chi suppressed his voice and roared, and suddenly woke up from his nightmare, and immediately felt his limbs and bones being filled with pain, which made his hands and feet tremble uncontrollably.

But fortunately, he has now broken free from those soul-destroying dreams.

Although he knew that it was a dream, when he just opened his eyes and woke up, Cen Chi's heart actually had a hidden feeling of the rest of his life. He subconsciously took a deep breath, accidentally touched the pain of the broken bone under the ribs, and couldn't help but snort.

The physical pain quickly reminded him of what had happened before he passed out, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Such a toss, sometimes empty your mind and think about it, it is really a boring and painful thing.

Fang Wu, a middle-aged Taoist who was napping on the table, sat up straight and looked sideways, and said with some surprise: "Woke up so soon?" ”

While speaking, Fang Wuji got up from the table, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then clasped Cen Chi's wrist for a moment, and then said: "My life is saved, but I must stay in bed for at least five days to recuperate before I can move my hands and feet." ”

"Five days?" Cen Chi suddenly remembered something and struggled to sit up.

Fang Wu stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, and said urgently: "Don't struggle, the broken rib has just been taken back, if you don't pay attention to recuperation, I'm afraid it will cause a hidden disease." ”

Cen Chi sighed silently, he also felt that his physical condition was terrible. In the dream before, although he always felt that his feet were not on the ground, and his body was floating like a wandering spirit, but at that time, with the drift of his mind, the pain all over his body also became blurred, not as real and violent as when he woke up now, and his underwear was soaked with sweat.

Fang Wu put Cen Chi's hand back into the quilt, then looked at him and said slowly: "Why bother so much, I thought that after the incident in the tea shed, you would let go of the killing thoughts." ”

"In order to prevent the high dive from seeing the clues from you, so that I can continue my actions in the inn, I must have lied to you when I left the teahouse before. If you're angry, just scold me. For this matter, Cen Chi wanted the other party to smile apologetically, but at this time, he was in pain everywhere, and he really couldn't laugh. After a pause to adjust his breathing, he frowned and said, "Do you still have that little red pill you gave me just now?" ”

Fang Wu was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "That's not a good thing, how could I carry too much with me?" Just two servings, you vomit one, eat one, and then there is no more. ”

"Help." Cen Chi stared at Fang Wu's face, obviously questioning the Taoist's answer, "Do you believe it or not, a person who could have survived, but could have been killed without shedding a drop of blood?" ”

Fang Wu tugged at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly said: "A prison codex like "Hundred Logs of the Torture Room", it is better for you to watch it less, so as not to think crankily. ”

Cen Chi said lightly: "If it weren't for that book's treasure, I wouldn't have disdained it at all." ”

"Collecting is also a helpless move, like this ** left over from the previous dynasty, I'm afraid that this world will be burned." Fang Wushu said casually, "This kind of book of experience that is exchanged for the blood and life of prisoners, although the word-by-word record is too cruel, it is not without merit. Using the kind of methods in "Hundred Logs of the Torture Room" to extract a confession, I'm afraid even Shiren has to speak. The perverted intelligence of the original author is rare today. ”

Cen Chi said expressionlessly: "If you don't want to take out that little red pill, maybe in the future you will lose a friend who can talk to you about that perverted author." ”