Huguang Wuchang****

"Long time no see, Late Summer Book."

It's been a long time since I've heard this name, and the old farmer came back to his senses, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils, "Shang withered?" It's been a long time. ”

The name of the Summer-End Book, which is really few people know. That once glorious name, if Bu Laodao is not born, then, there is no doubt that this name will ascend to the leading position of Huashan Dao back then.

Even if Bu Laodao was born, he was only on a par with him, and it was difficult to hide the edge of this name. However, he couldn't pass his own level, just that year, after Huashan was a little inferior, he lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests to become an old farmer, and Bu Laodao traveled all over the world and never went to Huguang, and it was precisely because of this person. Some people say that he is not confident enough, and he is afraid of losing after winning once, but he doesn't know that the two young men who cherished each other at the beginning didn't want their Dao heart to be damaged.

At the end of the summer, Shu lowered his head and stirred up the clumpy soil, and he still felt a little inferior after twenty years of silence. He raised his head, looked at Bu Lao Dao, and the hoe in his hand stopped, "Master is right, I am indeed inferior to you." ”

"At the beginning, I was stupid, I originally wanted to tell the master that this important task is still entrusted to you, but I didn't say yes, blame me." Whether it is the old way of Bu or the long business, now it has been classified as a person, and it is the old way in front of him. He was still standing, like a child who had confessed his mistakes.

Xia Moshu shook his head and said, "The old sect master said that you are a jar of aging, maybe you can't see anything immediately, and only time can prove everything." At the time, I was not convinced, so I did something stupid. Looking at it now, it's because I'm too narrow-minded. ”

The two stood silently, as if each repenting of his past.

Bu Laodao paused for a long time before he spoke: "Decades have passed, and I have never come to Huguang to look for you." Now that you and I are approaching dusk, can't we let go of each other? ”

At the end of summer, the book looked at the old man with his back on his back, but it was like looking at a newborn rising sun.

"So, you want me to go out of the mountain?"

Bu Laodao nodded and said, "The seeds I planted in the spring." Autumn is also time for harvest. ”

The old farmer nodded, this former genius of the Wind and Rain Alliance, farming in Huguang, this kind of thing has been around for decades. I can understand how precious that kind of patience is, and said: "In the first war of the year, I was hidden, and you were classified as the whole truth." The Wind and Rain Alliance is really like a storm. Vanish. Last night, I didn't sleep all night, I thought a lot, I also thought of you, and I thought of the wind and rain alliance that we founded together. gradually grew in the ridicule of the world; Under the admiration of the world, it is as tall as a mountain. I remembered that I was really too impetuous at the beginning. Man, it's always like that. Looking at other people's affairs is particularly clear, but looking at oneself is confused. ”

"That's good, you're not far from breaking the realm." Bu Laodao looked at an old farmer and couldn't help but praise it.

"If you can. I'd rather stay here. Xia Mo Shu said slowly, "I'm not good at fighting, you know." ”

Bu Laodao smiled, "This time it's not a fight, let you teach some rotten wood to grow fields." Of course, there is also a piece of pear blossom wood, waiting for someone to carve and decorate. ”

"If it's a pear blossom tree, it doesn't need to be decorated at all. As long as time, time is the best pulp for wood. ”

Bu Laodao nodded. "That's true, but it's better to check it out." ”

The old farmer walked to a place where the straw had just been burned, and his steps stopped, like an old pine standing in the field. Motionless.

People are floating in things, and life is like a dream. He has lived for more than 100 years, and he has learned a lot, which is naturally not something that can be understood by those young people who have not experienced the vicissitudes of life.

His eyes looked into the distance and began to fall into memory. Reminiscing about what he did in this life.

Alone. It is often in the memories that it seems real, like watching a video. Many people feel that the life of the book at the end of summer is an extraordinary life, a life of great achievements, and a glorious life, but the old man himself recalls it, but it is a different taste.

Before the age of fifteen, he was cared for by no one, like an outcast, in a remote mountain village. His father and mother don't hurt, and his elders don't love him, just because he is thin and weak, and his natural hunchback makes him ridiculed and humiliated. I can't even eat a piece of meat, let alone have a girl in the clan who loves her. By the age of fifteen, he could not even plow a single field. His personality was as calm as a mountain, and even when his generation slapped him, he continued to work in the field without anger.

The Xia family wants to eat. If you want to eat, someone naturally has to farm, so he honestly became a banker, and lived peacefully and steadily for three years.

At the age of eighteen, he met her. This noble man in life. It was she, who wiped away the mud thrown at his face with the clean silk handkerchief; It was she who taught him how to plant rice and how to look at the weather, although it was very simple, but he remembered it very deeply, and later, he could even recite every word the woman said. Although she is not beautiful, she is very kind, willing to eat the rough rice husk cake with him, and willing to go to the field with him to plant seedlings.

Those two years were the happiest two years he spought.

But soon, she was taken away.

She escaped and didn't want to be a casual victim of marriage like an animal. But he was useless, he couldn't do it with enough strength to take her back. That year, the rice paddy left his first drop of blood, from the corner of the eye. He swore that he would take her back!

At the age of twenty-five, he reached a turning point in his life. Like a salted fish turning over, from a hunchbacked poor boy to a young sect master of the Wind and Rain Alliance. And she died three years ago...... He became more poised and humble.

When you meet an elder, you will perform the elder salute and ask for advice on spiritual practice. From the beginning of becoming a young sect master who was not favored by others, to the growth step by step later, the elders all saw it.

At the age of thirty, he reached the pinnacle of his life. Not only did he cultivate to the innate realm, but he also became the true master of the Wind and Rain Alliance. It was a bloody year. As the two families who bought and sold her, they were all killed, shocking the entire Huguang. It turns out that a person's resentment can be endured for so long. Everyone gradually came to know the prestige of the Summer-End Book.

Later, after a lifetime of conquest, the territory of the Wind and Rain Alliance expanded to the entire Huguang, and even the imperial court could not control it, preparing for Zhao'an. However, he is such a god of war, who has never married in his life and has no heirs under his knees. Until Huashan talked about the road, he lost to Shang Kuchang.

At the end of summer, Chang opened his eyes and could see it, with tears in his eyes.

At the end of summer, the book seemed to be still immersed in the past, and his expression was a little depressed. When he opened his eyes, he felt as if he had gone back to the good old days of eighteen.

"Moshu, did you plant this? Looks so good. The woman squatted in the rice field, the tip of her nose touched the point, and she blinked slightly, as if she was sucking the vitality of the green land.

"Yes." The hunchbacked boy always answered so simply, as if one more word would kill him.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen." The hoe turns over the soil.

"I'm seventeen."

"Yes." The last book responded, as if the woman said seventeen and seventy, his expression would not change. But his mind was still racing.

Thinking about when the girl would leave, because he was going to have breakfast, there was only a rice bran cake, and although he wanted to give it to the girl, he always felt that he could not take it, and he did not even have the courage to eat in front of her.

Now, that rice bran cake is finally available!

Bu Laodao said with a smile: "Dead wood is spring, congratulations, the last book." ”

The book of the end of summer, the innate upper realm. Just like his name, the book was completed at the end. (To be continued.) )