The dark clouds of Maui overwhelm the city, but over the island of Hawaii, the night sky is like a wash, and the blue sky is like jade. Stepping on the fluffy grass, Zhang Yuanji's steps were heavy, and with one step at a time, Xia Ruifang's death was like a sharp bone spur deep into his heart. In front of people, he can still force a smile, but now that he has stepped on the soil of the big island, Zhang Yuanji feels that the long-suppressed sadness and remorse can no longer be suppressed. Two lines of hot tears couldn't help pouring out, one step at a time, the more sad they became.

It's really old. After walking out of a paragraph, Zhang Yuanji suddenly came to his senses, laughed at himself, took out a handkerchief, wiped away his tears, and saw that the young man who was leading the way in front of him seemed to be unaware of his gaffe, and just quietly led the way in front.

On Oahu, almost all the schools in the Chinese continent have come, and the people who come are all the choices of Xuanhe's reputation. In the evening, when Zhang Yuanji checked into the Chen Mansion, those people were still waiting outside the Chen Mansion, and it seemed that they also had something to ask about the Chen Mansion.

But who would have expected that the man was not in the Chen Mansion, let alone on Oahu.

It's really good to hide and be idle, Zhang Yuanji sometimes thinks so, in the past two years of the Republic of China, the situation in China has been chaotic, although he is also a little angry, but it doesn't seem to come from the Republic of China, but more like the inertia of the Qing Dynasty. Inertia will eventually stop, and chaos will eventually come. The second war between the north and the south caused many lives to be destroyed again, but the perpetrators of everything lived in peace on this beautiful and peaceful island of Hawaii.

"Sir," the young man who led the way stopped his figure, turned to Zhang Yuanji and said respectfully, "We have arrived, and there is a platform in front of us." If you are going up the mountain, the rail car is the fastest. ”

The young man's words interrupted Zhang Yuanji's thoughts, Zhang Yuanji nodded subconsciously and said to the young man: "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome, sir!" The young man smiled, "I have listened to your class, and I can be regarded as your disciple. ”

With that, the two entered the platform, and the young man asked Zhang Yuanji to wait by the tracks, and he went into the wooden house on the platform, but after a while, a man dressed in a cotton coat came out with the young man, opened the fence on the side, and went in to get a rail car out. The rail car looked like a small train, but the front of the car looked like a sedan as you usually see.

The man pushed the rail car onto the tracks, put on cotton clothes, and sat in the driver's seat, while the boy and Zhang Yuanji sat in the back carriage. The three of them took the rail car and walked all the way to the top of the mountain.

The night on the island of Hawaii is brilliant, and the moonlight is the gentle hand of the lover, caressing the grass and mountains. It's the height of summer, the most beautiful time of the year on Hawaii Island, with deep green foliage and blooming flowers. The rail car meandered all the way up, and it was encountering many thick leaves across the road, floating softly above Zhang Yuanji's head.

This is Mauna Kaia, which is a transliteration of the Hawaiian word and the white mountain. Zhu Qiu returned from China and lived in seclusion on the top of this white mountain. In the past two years, Zhang Yuanji has also been to Hawaii several times, but today is the first time to go up the mountain.

The rail car drove very fast, and it was obvious that he was very familiar with this track. In a short time, the rail car broke away from the lush tropical flora and entered the dense foliage area, through which a few hundred meters up was a meadow, but the grass here was different from the foot of the mountain, with long sharp leaves.

This is already the highlands of the Hawaiian Islands, Zhang Yuanji looked around, and saw that the west was full of black clouds, faintly more electric flashes, and there were more red fires in the black earth in the distance, like red-hot steel, but it was a red-hot stone. The rail car was raised a little more, and Zhang Yuanji saw it more clearly, between the black and red, like the huge mouth of hell, it was cold and scary.

There is hell on earth, here is the green grass and red flowers, under the strange scene, Zhang Yuanji couldn't help but be stunned.

but in my heart I cried.

More than 40 years of life are suddenly vivid, such as the First Sino-Japanese War, the Wuxu Reform, the request for constitutionalism, and the Xinhai turmoil; Invested in business, prepared magazines, issued translations, recovered Japanese stocks, and Ruifang was assassinated; National affairs are unpredictable, although they have experienced everything, but they are always looking at the flowers, and before they can understand it, suddenly things have passed. When I stop in my spare time, I chew on these past events, and often ask myself, how can I tell my descendants about all this thousands of years later? There are thousands of things, it is a state affair, it is a life affair, and everything is mixed together, and the distinction is unclear and the perspective is not clear.

But who can really understand this life and this country? But it's all the impatience of life, calm as water, and the eyes are clear, I'm afraid that there is only the person on the mountain.

The rail car was crooked, swaying, and from time to time flying over one or two white clouds and brushing his side, which made Zhang Yuanji surprised. Zhang Yuanji looked around, and suddenly saw a stream trickling on the right side, flowing through the gentle slope, and the rail car turned a corner, but saw that the gentle slope was actually broken, and the stream just went straight down, coiling into a round and small lake below.

"Sir," the young man on the side took out a cotton coat from the closet of the carriage and handed it to Zhang Yuanji, "The wind is cool on the top of the mountain, Mr. should put on a cotton coat." ”

After speaking, the young man took out a cotton coat from the closet, but it was much smaller than the one just now, and while putting it on, he introduced it to Zhang Yuanji: "Although Baishan is located on the island of Hawaii, the mountain residence is covered with snow all year round, and it is very cold. ”

As he spoke, the rail car had reached the top of the mountain, and there was a wooden house at the top of the mountain. The man in the driver's seat jumped out of the car, and when he saw that it was dark around the wooden house, he stopped for a moment, he had called here before going up the mountain, and this place should not be without lights. The man glanced sideways at the wooden house slightly, and then said to the young man: "There is an uninvited guest tonight, you should protect Mr. Zhang!" ”

After the man finished speaking, he pulled out a pistol from his waist with his right hand, and pulled out a short dagger from the side of his leg, held it in his left hand, and slowly leaned towards the wooden house with the blade in his backhand.

The area around the chalet is very clean and as usual. The man stood on the side of the door of the wooden house, listened quietly for a while, then put away the dagger and pistol, pushed the door in, and after a while the lights were lit up in the house, and the man then walked out, threw a round and shiny cylinder at the young man, and took one in his hand, "Don't use this flashlight yet, the guest is estimated to be at Childe's place, or on the way." ”

The three of them walked slowly along a path, with the man in front and the boy behind, protecting Zhang Yuanji in the middle. Zhang Yuanji saw that the expressions of the two were always indifferent, and it didn't seem to be the first time he had experienced it. Seeing his doubts, the young man in the back explained in a low voice: "Since we recaptured Hawaii, many white people have formed rebel armies, and they have hated the mountain chief to the core, and have organized many assassinations. Then the young man smiled contemptuously: "It's just that the mantis arm is used as a car, and it is broken in front of the mountain chief." ”

"Silence!" The man in front suddenly pulled out a dagger, "There is a fight in front, and it looks like the fifth child is there." ”

The three of them walked briskly forward, up a gentle slope, to the top of the mountain. Sure enough, several places on the mountain were covered with snow, but between the snow trails were green weeds. Not far away, several figures crisscrossed back and forth, and a thin and athletic figure stood far away.

Seeing the figure sweeping in the distance, the man let out a sigh, "It turns out that the master is also there." ”

It is said that Zhang Yuanji, who swept the array, also recognized it, that is, Sun Fuquan, who he had seen in the past at the great eunuch Li Lianying, and was mostly called the tiger head and Sun Lutang in the rivers and lakes. On that day, Sun Fuquan and Zhu Qiu Jingshi for a while, and after his friend Hao Zhen recovered from his illness, he followed Zhu Qiu to Hawaii, and then took charge of the Hanliu Boxing Department in Hawaii. The man who led the way, Liu Tianming, the little thirteenth who was playing tricks on Abi Harley on the dock, and the third child who was secretly listening to the secret meeting of the white bandits, were all disciples of Sun Fu's full name.

Sun Fuquan saw Zhang Yuanji and the three of them coming, nodded to the man, and bowed to Zhang Yuanji, and casually pointed to the crystal snow in front of him, "The son is in the fine house, you lead Mr. Zhang there, there is nothing to do here, let the fifth child practice his fists and feet." ”

The man bowed in agreement. led Zhang Yuanji around the arena and walked towards the place pointed by Sun Fuquan. Zhang Yuanji looked at the field curiously, but saw a Chinese young man facing three white men with swords with his bare hands. However, although the young man was empty-handed, even Zhang Yuanji could see that it was the young man who surrounded the three white bandits.

It wasn't far from the ashram, but on the road it wasn't far away, there were four or five white corpses, and all sorts of strange blades scattered around them. Zhang Yuanji secretly wondered in his heart, when will this white man not use firearms and use these cold blades that have long been out of history? He didn't know that after Sun Fuquan and a few disciples killed the assassin, he just took away the firearms, and those blades were not threatening, so he didn't clean them up.

It seems that I was wrong. Zhu Qiu's sword and sword shadow in Hawaii is not much easier than his homeland. In fact, think about it, this Hawaii is rich and beautiful, although it belongs to the United States, but all the institutions and rules have nothing to do with white people. How the white people who used to be powerful and blessed were willing to take a break. If the whole world is taking this as an example, how can this white man rule the universe?

After a while, I saw the appearance of the ashram, but a large wooden house surrounded by a fence. There was a young man standing outside the fence gate, and when he saw them coming, he greeted them with a smile: "Second brother, you are here, the son has asked several times, we thought you met a white bandit on the road!" ”

"Our journey is safe," the man who led the way also smiled, "After all, the white bandits' target tonight is not ours." ”

"That's right. I don't know if the war on Maui Island is over," the young man replied with a smile, turning to Zhang Yuanji and arching his hand, "Mr. Zhang, the son is sketching in the back of the house, and he told me to take Mr. over." ”

Zhang Yuanji followed the young man into the fine house, but the second child of the boxing department and the young man were guarding the door. It seems to have been built on snow, and the snow under your feet is so thick that you can bury the entire upper of your shoes when you step on it.

Turning the wooden house, Zhang Yuanji vaguely heard a trace of mournful music. After walking forward for a while, Zhang Yuanji saw clearly that there was a cliff behind the house, the cliff was covered with snow, and the two of them sat and stood in the distance, and there was a woman sitting on the bench, with blonde hair draped, picturesque eyebrows, a violin on her shoulder, and the mournful music heard in her ears was coming from the violin. The other is white-haired and shawl, holding a paintbrush, as if to depict the hellfire in the distance.

Hearing the sound of stepping on the snow, the woman on the bench stopped her bowstring, looked up at Zhang Yuanji, and smiled slightly. The standing man paused with a paintbrush in his hand, and laughed: "Xiao Gong, but I haven't seen you for two years!" ”

After that, the standing man threw the paintbrush, put it on the drawing board, turned around, and looked at Zhang Yuanji with a smile.

Zhang Yuanji was shocked, but when he saw the white-haired man turn his head, he was even more shocked!

Overseas land, the top of the White Mountain, goodbye to another country, reunion on the snow cliffs, the old man is vague, son, white hair!