The wharf in Xintian Town is very small, but it is built of a few wooden planks, and the river is also very small, the deepest part is at the wharf, about ten zhang wide. When Zhou Chuchu and Knife arrived at the docks, there was only a lone lamp hanging under the flagpole.

The north wind blew, the river rippled, the sound of rushing water came from the lake, the lone lamp swayed under the flagpole, and the shadows of the two teenagers were erratic, like lonely ghosts.

Standing on the pier, they looked at the flow as if they were gazing into the abyss.

The knife fell to his knees and wailed, and the river was silent.

Zhou Zhizhi stood by the river, angry, sad, but so ridiculous in front of the endless, ignorant and unconscious river.

Because of the wandering of suffering, because of the loss of memory and crippled life, he once kept a distance from this world, but his father told him what home was, Xiaohua, Xiaodao and Yueyue told him what friends were, he felt different warmth, he thought that there was still hope in this world, but after all, he thought that the death of Chun Niang and the disappearance of Yueyue once again pulled the cruelty of this world in front of him, as if a demon was whispering: What is the original face of the world.

When Zhou Zhichu and Xiaodao returned to Qianshan Village, it was already the night of the second day, they dragged their tired bodies and Chunniang's corpse, and the villagers lamented Xiaodao's misfortune and angered the injustice of the world, but like the countless misfortunes they experienced a long time ago, they would eventually get used to it, and finally had to forget.

But Zhang Xiaodao will never forget, he lost his mother and sister on the same day, this is the deepest pain in his life, and it is also the first time that the world has lifted the veil of cruelty to him, and Xiaodao has been an orphan since then.

Of course, Xiaohua will not forget, and Zhou Zhizhi will not forget, the former is because of Yueyue, and the latter has his own oath in addition to Yueyue.

On the third day after returning to the village, with the help of the villagers, Xiaodao buried his mother next to his father on the mountain, and the tombstone was carved little by little by Xiaodao with the murderous sharp knife.

Zhou Zhichu and Xiaohua were by his side, the knife was carved and cried bitterly, his mother was from another village, no one in the village knew her real name, and Xiaodao didn't know, he and Yueyue only knew how to call her mother since childhood, and no one seemed to have ever understood this hard-working woman.

At this moment, Xiaodao's heart was like a knife, he cried very sadly, crying while carving, and Xiaohua also cried.

In the end, the tombstone was still carved, and it was crookedly engraved: The tomb of Zhang's Chunniang, Zhang Xiaodao.

Xiaodao kowtowed in front of the grave and cried: "Mother, my son is not filial, my son has not avenged you, and he has not found Yueyue back, I hate ...... child"

On the second day, snowflakes fell in the sky, and winter really came.

After the heavy snow closed the mountain, people and beasts were curled up in their nests, quietly tormenting, hoping that they would still be alive in the spring of the next year.

Father Zhou's health became worse and worse after the cold winter came, and he coughed very badly, and the medicine picker in the village came to see it, and he told Zhou Chuchu that it was tuberculosis.

Since then, all the heavy work in the family has not been touched by Daddy at the beginning of the week.

Time passed, snow covered the mountains, and everything fell silent. At the beginning of the week, eating, working, practicing, sleeping, the days were monotonous and boring, he went to look for a knife, but the knife was avoided, even if he encountered it occasionally, he just nodded and left, Xiaohua also went to find it, the same is true.

After experiencing the death of Chunniang and the disappearance of Yueyue, the friends seem to have lost the laughter of the past, and they seem to have grown up overnight, and Zhou Zhizhi felt a sense of urgency, his cultivation was more diligent, and he practiced Yunjiquan in the snow all day and night, and his body became more and more emaciated, as if he had returned to the hungry wandering life.

But Zhou Chuchu's diligence finally paid off, and he felt that his body was becoming pure and strong day by day, and the qi source in his heart and mouth was also becoming stronger and brighter. In fact, he felt a membrane, which was a harbinger of a breakthrough.

Late at night, Zhou Zhizhi stood on the black stone steps of the cultivation mountain evolved by the Book of Heaven, in front of him was a platform, there was a small pavilion on the platform, there was nothing in the pavilion except a futon, he only needed to gently step on the platform to enter the pavilion.

This platform and pavilion appeared when he walked up the eighteenth step, and he couldn't see it before, even if he stood on the seventeenth step, which means that the first eighteen steps are one stage, and the platform will be a different world.

Zhou Chuchu didn't want to step on the platform before breaking through, this kind of thought came naturally, he didn't know if it was his own intuition or the cultivation mountain reflected in his mind, this idea was so abrupt, it was natural.

In order to break through, the young man practiced Yunji Quan day and night, and Father Zhou often shook his head and said: "Son, it's useless for you to practice like this, your body is tired, your heart is tired, and people are wasted, how can you practice martial arts." ”

The father didn't know what his son was cultivating, but he could see his son's anxious heart.

Martial arts are the skills of martial artists, the art of killing, the key to soldiers, and the path of cultivation; it requires not only diligence, but also precipitation.

In the past few days, the cultivation of Yunjiquan has made the young man have a surging impulse, as if he is going to cross the mountain in the next moment and see the more vast scenery behind the mountain, but it is just a little bit, the footsteps of climbing have retreated, and he can only wait for the next impact, but the next impact is just a futile return to repeat the last time.

After listening to his father's words, Zhou Chuchu felt that it made sense.

The next day, on a cold morning, he carried a firewood knife and snow shovel up the mountain, and the snow on the mountain was almost up to his chest, but he didn't care, he just concentrated on clearing the snow, and in the process he didn't want anything, didn't want to cultivate, didn't want to go to the former mountain village, and didn't want his friends.

In this way, after ten days of hard work, he dug out a snowy road leading to the back mountain.

When he returned home on the tenth day with a mountain of firewood on his back, Father Zhou was stunned.

That night, Zhou Zhizhi stood in the courtyard, cleared his distracting thoughts, emptied his mind, and slowly used one move and one style of Yunji Boxing, such as flowing clouds and flowing water, like clouds and blue waves, like rivers flowing, and like the sea embracing all rivers.

When the last move ended, the bones of the young man's whole body exploded, his internal organs trembled like thunder, and his flesh and skin walked like waves; the source of qi in his heart and mouth instantly dispersed and filled every part of his body, attracting the resonance of invisible energy in the air around him, forming a cyclone vision, and countless air currents poured into Zhou Zhichu's mouth, and his robe was agitated like the wind, and he felt that he was about to explode.

Coaxing-

The sound of the Tao in the young man's mind is long, one moment the flowers bloom three thousand, the flowers fall three thousand, and then the clouds gather three thousand, the clouds scatter three thousand; the heaven and the earth naturally change thousands, and the avenue derives all things into one, when he wakes up from the long song at the beginning of the week, he finds that he has already burst into tears, he finally breaks through, in this cold winter night, he touches the shadow of the Tao for the first time.