Outside, it was still an ordinary house in the col of Sword Forge Villa, and the time was still midafternoon, and nothing had changed.

The only thing that has changed is Zhao Zheng himself, his cultivation and swordsmanship have improved a lot, and they are not the same.

He got up, got out of bed, walked to the window, pushed open the window and looked out, his thoughts fluttering one after another. He was very reluctant to part with the red-faced white ape just now, although the other party was just an animal, but he had regarded the other party as a mentor and friend, and a good friend.

"Alas, I really hope to meet you again, and next time I go to the deep mountains and old forests, I will definitely bring you more delicious food." Zhao Zheng thought secretly in his heart.

The competition is imminent, and now it is broad daylight, if it is changed to usual, Zhao Zheng will definitely practice hard. But he was unusually today, he didn't cultivate, but called Steward Zhu, and asked Steward Zhu to prepare a table full of sumptuous wine and food, and eat a good meal.

He had practiced in the deep mountains and old forests for a full year, and he had practiced enough, not missing this half a day. In this year, he eats wild game in the mountains and forests every day, due to the lack of condiments, the game is not very delicious, and today it is time to sacrifice the five internal organs temple.

For small requirements such as eating and drinking, Casting Sword Villa will try its best to meet it, and the table of wine and food prepared by Steward Zhu for Zhao Zheng is very rich, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, everything. Each dish is full of color and flavor, and it makes you feel appetizing even if you are not hungry. In addition, the combination of dishes is also very good, there are soups, staple dishes, hot dishes, and cold dishes. It is also accompanied by a jar of fine wine.

Zhao Zheng is actually not very hungry. Mostly gluttonous. He shook off his cheeks, ate and drank nonsense, and completely relieved his hunger.

After eating, he thought of the red-faced white ape again, and thought to himself that it would be good if he could let the ape brother eat such a delicious dish.

It's a pity that the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have life and death parting. Friends or relatives. No matter how close the relationship is and how deep the relationship is, sooner or later there will be a day of parting.

Zhao Zheng's mood is very complicated now, that is, he is happy for the improvement of his strength, and he is sad for the departure of the white ape. The mix of these two different emotions upset him.

At this time, people can't stay still, and they have to go out to breathe.

Zhao Zheng called his subordinates, asked them to clean up the leftovers, and then walked out of the door alone. Walked into the depths of the col.

There are many courtyards on the flat ground of this col, and if you go deeper, you will enter the mountains. Far from the range of Sword Forge Villa.

The scenery of the surrounding mountains and rivers is very good, and now it is summer again, the mountains are full of greenery, and a hundred flowers are blooming, looking at this great scenery, smelling the moving fragrance of flowers, it is still very refreshing.

Walking into this beautiful scenery, Zhao Zheng's heart suddenly widened, and his heart was much more comfortable. He walked aimlessly, as if he were strolling in a leisurely garden, going wherever he wanted. He gradually moved away from the Sword Forge Villa, leaving the huge villa behind, and all the buildings turned into small black dots.

He thought that there would be no one in this kind of place, but he didn't expect to bump into a person halfway up the mountain.

This person was dressed in clean white clothes, with a hero's scarf tied on the top of his head, his eyes were closed, and his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, looking not angry but arrogant. He floated cross-legged in mid-air, a snow-white sword dotted with red plum blossoms across his lap.

This dress, this bearing, is the son of the Sword Saint. Zao Ki. He has always liked to be quiet and hates noise, so every time he wants to meditate and cultivate, he will stay away from his residence and go to this deep mountain.

Zhao Zheng was strolling around today, and happened to bump into Zheng Wou-Ki, who was meditating and practicing.

Don't look at Zheng Wou-Ki with his eyes closed, but he actually felt someone approaching. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Zheng sharply.

Zhao Zheng was already very surprised to meet a big living person here, and it was even more unexpected to meet Zheng Wouji. But accident after accident, he didn't feel any more.

He and Zao Wou-Ki are potential opponents, but they are actually on opposite sides, and there is really nothing to say. What's more, Zheng Wuji is a martial arts wizard admired by everyone, and his strength is close to the Seventh Heaven, while he is just a mediocre Fifth Heaven martial artist, and the difference between the two sides is too great. It is difficult for two people who are too different to have any intersection, and the second generation of Wu who has no shelf like Baili Liancheng is a minority after all.

Since there is nothing to say, just say nothing, which is good for both parties.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zheng nodded slightly at Zheng Wuji, which was regarded as a greeting, and then reversed direction and walked to the other side of the mountainside. He had never seen Zao Ki before, and continued to look left and right, admiring the beautiful scenery.

Zheng Wou-Ki did not immediately withdraw his gaze and continued to meditate, but stared at Zhao Zheng's back and looked deeply for a long time, until Zhao Zheng walked away, then he withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

Zhao Zheng went around in a big circle in the deep mountains, and he didn't go back until the sun was setting in the west. Although he can see at night, it is better to take a leisurely view of the scenery during the day, and he should go back to sleep at night to recharge his energy for tomorrow.

On the way back, Zhao Zheng returned to the mountainside he had previously placed and found that Zheng Wou-Ki was still meditating and cultivating, and had not left. Zhao Zheng wanted to walk over directly, but he felt that it was rude, so he slowed down his pace, looked at Zheng Wouji, and planned to say goodbye before leaving. He didn't expect to befriend Zao Wou-Ki, and he didn't want to offend Zao Wou-Ki. The son of a dignified sword saint is not easy to offend after all.

Zheng Wuji opened his eyes again and looked at Zhao Zheng.

"I'm sorry, I disturbed your practice again, if I had known that you were practicing here, I would have gone elsewhere to relax." Zhao Zheng smiled.

Zheng Wuji didn't reply immediately, but stared at Zhao Zheng for a while before asking, "Are you distracted?" ”

"Well, I encountered some small troubles, so I went out for a walk and changed my mood."

"When you say annoyance, do you mean the contest in two days?"

"No, although the competition is also a concern for me, but what really bothers me is something else." Zhao Zheng thought about it and felt that it didn't hurt to say this kind of thing, there was no need to hide it, so he explained further. "I just parted ways with a good friend. I'm afraid I won't be able to see him again for a long time. So the mood is not very good. ”

"So you're worried about this kind of thing." Zheng Wuji shook his head slightly.

"Why did Zheng Shaoxia shake his head?"

"I'm shaking my head for you, as a swordsman, you shouldn't make more friends, it's enough to make only one friend in your life."

"Why is that?"

"Because a person's time is very small and life is very short, the more people you know and the more people you care about, the more time you delay. And will be distracted by it. Zheng Wuji grabbed the Ruixue sword that was lying on his knee and raised it slightly, "On the contrary, if a person knows fewer people and has fewer people to worry about, there will be more time left, and he can spend all this time practicing the sword." I learned this from my father, who had only one friend in his life, a lifelong friend. I have been better than my father, and I have not made any friends. I don't put others in my heart and worry about parting with friends. ”

"IMHO. I don't believe that a person can not make friends, when people are in contact with each other, it is inevitable that they will have feelings, and if they have feelings, they will become friends. Although you don't admit that you have friends, I think you will still have friends, and it is impossible to have none of them. Zhao Zheng also shook his head, not believing Zheng Wouji's statement.

"I know very well whether I regard others as friends in my heart, as for whether you believe it or not, that's your business, I can't force you to believe it." Zheng Wuji said indifferently.

Zhao Zheng saw that Zheng Wuji was so sure, but he believed it seven or eight points.

There are no wonders in the world, and there may be people who are cold in their hearts and never make friends, and they cannot be denied completely.

"Okay. I believe you, but don't you think it's lonely in this kind of life? How can a person not have friends? People live in the world, and there should be family, friendship and love, so that life can be considered complete. Zhao Zheng couldn't imagine that kind of life.

"I don't have friends, but I have it." Zheng Wouji's wrist flicked, and the Ruixue sword swirled in his calloused palm, and the scabbard flashed red and white light through the red glow of the setting sun. His meaning is self-evident, he doesn't need friends, just the company of the sword.

"The sword can't drink with you, can't talk with you, can't do stupid things with you."

"I don't need to drink, talk, do stupid things."

"This kind of thing is something that everybody needs."

"Because I don't need to, I'm different. What I need is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, the martial arts of solitary martial arts, and the loneliness of being unbearable in high places, not drinking, chatting, and doing stupid things. I know what I want and how to get what I want, so I don't try to imitate what others do and force myself to do what everybody else does. ”

"I finally understand why you're so much better than everyone else your age. You are really different, only a person like you who wholeheartedly pursues kendo and martial arts can far surpass your peers. I'm not saying this to pat your horse, but to speak from my heart. ”

"I know you're not a sycophant, because you're not the kind of person who can pat on the back. If you're this kind of person, you've already come over when you first met me. ”

"For a person with a character like you, even if I make sycophants, it's useless, even if I say 10,000 good words, your heart will not have even the slightest wave." Zhao Zheng smiled bitterly.

"Yes, my heart has long been as flat as the blade of a sword, and it rarely rises waves." Zheng Wou-Ki admitted.

"Is it only a person like you who can become the best swordsman in the world?"

"Yes, only a person like me, who loves the sword with all his heart and pours all his passion into it, can become a swordsman. People who have too many things in their hearts and are too obsessed with this world of flowers will never reach the highest level of using swords. ”

Zhao Zheng didn't believe Zheng Wou-Ki's words very much, but he felt that Zheng Wou-Ki's words were very authoritative, after all, Zheng Wou-Ki was the son of the Sword Saint, and he had already obtained the true inheritance of the top swordsman.

If it is true that only those who have abandoned everything can become a swordsman with one top and one, and that kind of swordsman should not be.

"Thank you for your advice, I wish you to reach your goal as soon as possible and become a swordsman like Ling Zun." Zhao Zheng clenched his fists and said.

"My goal is not just to be him, but to surpass him." Zheng Wuji said proudly.

"Then I wish you could surpass him."

"I'm not interested in hearing this kind of perfunctory words, if you just want to tell me this, then you can go."

Zheng Wou-ki's attitude was very arrogant, but Zhao Zheng was not angry, it was already incredible to be able to say so much to Zheng Wou-ki.

"Then I won't disturb your cultivation, farewell." Zhao Zheng smiled and hugged his fist and walked towards the mountain pass. After taking three steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "I would venture to ask, why did you just point me to tell me those things?" ”

"There's no reason, it's just that I like you and talk to you casually." Zheng Wuji said lightly.

"Hehe, it's an honor to be a person you look at, does this mean that I can make an exception to be your friend?" Zhao Zheng asked with a smile.

"No, if a person who is pleasing to the eye can become my friend, then wouldn't my friends be as many as a carp crossing the river." Zheng Wuji said mercilessly.

"Since that's the case, then I'm no longer bored with myself, you continue to practice, I, a person who looks pleasing to the eye, will go back to sleep." Zhao Zheng said goodbye for the second time and left in great strides.

Zheng Wou-Ki put the Ruixue Sword back on his knee and continued to meditate and cultivate, as if he had never met anyone and nothing had happened just now.

……

Late at night, the moon climbs up the treetops, shedding a faint glow, dotted with stars, blinking bright eyes.

Zhao Zheng still didn't want to practice martial arts, he stood in front of the window, thinking about what Zheng Wou-Ki said during the day.

He felt that what Zheng Wou-Ki said still had some truth, and it would be easier for a person to succeed if he made fewer friends, saved a little time, and put more effort into his career. However, he didn't plan to do what Zheng Wou-Ki said, he was a person who liked to make friends, and when he saw someone who fell in love, he naturally wanted to get acquainted, and he couldn't help it.

If he forced himself to do what Zheng Wou-Ki said, he would become another person, a person he didn't like.

If you become another person, you will lose yourself, and if you lose yourself, what is the fun of life? What's the use of practicing martial arts no matter how high you practice?

So he still has to continue to be his original self, and he has to continue to be distracted by various things, and it is actually a kind of happiness that people can have a few more people in their hearts that they can miss. If a person doesn't even have someone to think about in his heart, how can the word loneliness be exhausted.

Zhao Zheng figured it out, but he was also a little sleepy, and reached out to grab the window, intending to close it. At this moment, two people walked side by side outside the window, one was the oily-headed Zhu steward, and the other was a woman. (To be continued......)

PS: I made up for it today, so there is another change in the evening.