After drinking with Zhang Sanfeng for seven days and seven nights.

"Lao Zhang, I'm leaving."

Standing on the top of Wudang, looking at the clouds surging, Yang San felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Heaven and earth are eternal, but the world is impermanent.

Behind him, Zhang Sanfeng raised his glass, and the wine in the cup suddenly spilled out, and Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but feel bitter on his face.

I don't know if it's because of Yang San or because of wine.

Soon the wine was put back into the mouth, and the already lingering wine seemed to add another layer of flavor.

"Leave? Where to? ”

Yang San turned around and smiled lightly and filled Zhang Sanfeng again.

Although the two have not been together for a long time, they are like long-time friends, and they can always see what each other thinks.

"Where nature comes from and where it goes."

In fact, since Yang San came down from Zhongnan Mountain, Yang San has no nostalgia for this world.

It just happened to hear about Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday, so I was ready to give this old friend some parting gifts.

Among them are Zhang Cuishan and his wife, if there is no Yang San, the two of them will definitely go to Huangquan again.

The other is Zhang Wuji, who not only lost his parents, but also had to suffer from the poisonous torture of the Xuanming Divine Palm, and he had to suffer once in three days.

Of course, Yang San did not inform Zhang Sanfeng that Zhang Wuji had been in the palm of the Xuanming God, but only passed the "Jiuyang True Scripture" to Zhang Wuji.

With the cold and poisonous gas in his body, Zhang Wuji practiced the "Jiuyang True Scripture" as if he had divine help, and his progress was rapid.

Zhang Sanfeng silently picked up the wine glass and drank it all again.

"Brother Yang, Master, you are hiding here drinking again."

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji rushed over from the trail, and when he saw Yang San and Zhang Sanfeng drinking again, he immediately joked.

"Hahaha, it's Xiao Wuji, do you want to have two drinks together?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook the wine glass in his hand disrespectfully, and poured the wine into his mouth when Zhang Wuji was a little moved.

"It's still not appropriate, you're too young to touch wine."

"I've grown up, not small."

Zhang Wuji's face suddenly puffed up with two big bags, and he glared at Zhang Sanfeng angrily.

"Little ghost, why don't you go to play with your little friends, why are you running here?"

Yang San looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile, he still has a good impression of Xiao Wuji, of course, he can't rule out the reason why he looks cute.

"Hmph, what's so fun with them, a bunch of little kids."

Having said that, the look of anticipation in Zhang Wuji's eyes was seen in both of them, and they couldn't help but smile at each other.

"Brother Yang, I still like to listen to your story, tell me the story of a girl who was taken to the woods by seven middle-aged men, last time you were halfway through the story, and you were talking about the wonderful part."

Hearing Zhang Wuji's innocent words, Zhang Sanfeng's face became more and more strange, and his eyes when he looked at Yang San were also full of banter.

Yesterday, when he heard Yang San tell such a heavy story, he almost didn't lift the table, but when he heard it, he realized that it was actually a fairy tale.

Yang San said to Zhang Wuji without changing his face.

"Little ghost, let's not tell that story first, I'll tell you an inspirational story today."

Zhang Wuji nodded thoughtfully, and asked suspiciously, "Brother Yang, what inspirational story?" ”

"This is about two brothers from poor families, about the same size as you, one person and one trouser, on a journey of discovery and wisdom from the equator to the North Pole."

Yang San said to Zhang Wuji step by step, Zhang Sanfeng on the side rolled his eyes again and again when he heard it, and from the equator to the North Pole, it would be good to be able to get out of the town.

"Really? They are so pitiful, Brother Yang, can I give them my clothes to wear? ”

Zhang Wuji believed it, and seemed to have figured out that he had lived on a small island near the North Pole for nearly ten years, and couldn't help but look at Yang San sympathetically.

"Okay, the next time I meet them, I'll convey your thoughts to you."

Yang San nodded with a smile, and then talked about his improved "Haier Brothers" that incorporated martial arts factors, and Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji were stunned for a while.

"Okay, the story is over, don't bother me today."

"Okay, goodbye Brother Yang, goodbye Master, I'll come to you tomorrow to tell you a story."

Zhang Wuji reluctantly said goodbye to Yang San and Zhang Sanji, after getting along in the past few days, he knew that Yang San would not change what he had said.

Looking at Zhang Wuji in the distance, Yang San suddenly shouted nervously.

"Little ghost, if you meet a girl named Zhao Min in the future, be kind to her, otherwise I will you."

Zhang Wuji turned his head in surprise and asked suspiciously.

"Brother Yang, who is Zhao Min?"

Yang San waved his hand impatiently at him, shouting as he poured wine.

"You don't care who she is, you'll know when you meet her in the future."

After Zhang Wuji said "oh", he saw that Yang San had nothing to say this time, so he turned his head and left.

"Alas, Sun Da is not staying, Xiao Wuji only has you in his eyes, without me, whether it is to say hello or leave, I am the one who comes by the way."

Although Zhang Sanfeng was also curious about who Zhao Min was in Yang San's mouth, Yang San obviously didn't intend to say it, so he didn't bother himself.

Yang San looked at Zhang Sanfeng with contempt, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"A handsome guy with a good eye, and a bad old man, if it were you, which one would you look at?"

“……”

Zhang Sanfeng was speechless for a moment, he couldn't answer this, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat you, he wouldn't give you a few punches in the face.

"Why didn't you say goodbye to Xiao Wuji just now? He is the closest to you, closer than me. ”

Yang San looked at the clouds and clouds that kept rolling up in the sky, and said lightly.

"What is there to say goodbye, tell him that I am leaving, and the next time we see you, maybe you will become a bad old man like your master?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang San helplessly, got along for a few days, and also had a deep understanding of Yang San's character, and Zhang Sanfeng, who thought that he could not damage Yang San, had to keep silent, so as not to change to respond to all changes.

"If it weren't for the fact that you, a bad old man, have lived a lot of age, and you can't cry if you cry, you don't think I'll say goodbye to you."

Although I know that what Yang San said is the truth, why is it so awkward to hear it in my ears?

After pondering for a while, Yang San took out a drawing from his arms and handed it to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Have you ever heard of the Valley of Heartlessness?"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded and responded:

"I've heard that I used to look for it back then, but it was too hidden, and I had to give up after many fruitless searches."

"Hmm."

Yang San understood this very well, otherwise he would not have gone deep into the enemy camp to ask the route.

"This is the road map to the Valley of Despair, where most of the orphans in Xiangyang City lived back then, oh yes, now they have changed their name to Taoyuan Valley."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes brightened, which means that it is a Lishi village.

"Peach Paradise, good name."

"It's your business, if it's not for the fear that you won't drink and be hungry to death, I don't want to give you this map, there are people guarding the valley, just mention my name, so it's good."

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng swallowing his saliva, Yang San got up laughing and drank all the wine in his hand.

"I'm leaving, Lao Zhang, try to live as long as possible, don't next time I come back, you're already hanging.".

After that, he walked out of the top of the mountain step by step, and walked towards the sky slowly, and disappeared after a while.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the direction where Yang San disappeared blankly, and he didn't even know that the wine in his hand had been spilled.