Xiaoyun left, but no one dared to chase him.

As soon as he made a move, he pinched off the long swords of a group of Hainan swordsmen like lightning, who couldn't see how powerful he was?

It's just that they can't figure out why such a powerful peerless master would want to go to a small place like Willow Springs City to be a cook?

- If a person has reached a very high level, then his behavior is often not understood by the world.

Spring is March.

After Xiaoyun smashed the "Eight Treasure Tofu", he returned to the Yuelai Inn, removed the identity of the chef, and then told Xiucai and Runtang that if they saw the shopkeeper sent by the Central Plains Headquarters, they must not snub others.

Then he removed his makeup, restored his original appearance, and arranged everything in order before leaving.

Xiaoyun walked slowly down the street, basking in the spring sun.

He didn't know what to do.

Spring is in full swing, and groups of children are running around on the street, playing happily.

Next door is a "dim sum shop", and the children are hungry for all kinds of pastries in the dim sum shop, but they can only watch with their eyes and have no money to buy them.

When Xiaoyun saw this pastry shop, he suddenly remembered two old friends, Haha'er and Tu Jiaojiao, who finally opened a pastry workshop, and I don't know how they were doing.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yunfu walked into the door like a heart.

The proprietress at the counter immediately turned her head with a smile on her face and asked, "What do the guests order?" Our signature here is mung bean cake, which is sweet but not greasy, fragrant and pleasant. ”

"I'm not here to buy pastries."

Xiaoyun smiled and asked softly, "I think, I want to come here as an apprentice, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

The proprietress suddenly collapsed and said, "Apprentice? You....... Do you know how to make pastries? We're all clever people here. ”

Xiaoyun said very sincerely: "I used to know a little, not particularly proficient, but I can learn and am willing to learn." ”

The proprietress snorted lightly: "Can you learn?" Everybody can learn, so why do I have to you? ”

Xiao Yun smiled bitterly and was speechless for a moment.

The proprietress waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay, let's go quickly." Look at your appearance, it's not small, don't stand in the way of me here, get in the way of my business. ”

Xiaoyun couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head, and left the pastry shop again.

When the children saw him walk out, they looked deflated, and pointed at him and smiled: "Look at him, he must also be a person who wants to eat pastries for free, but he doesn't eat them!" ”

Xiao Yun looked at them, pretended to be angry, and said, "What are you talking nonsense? Aren't you afraid that I'll be angry? ”

"Hahaha, run, run!"

Xiaoyun wanted to chase after him, and the children scattered in a hurry, hiding in alleys and shops, and disappeared all of a sudden.

The paved stone-paved road, the brisk spring wind, and the smell of mud that has not yet dried after being wet dissipated far away with the sound of children playing.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the children fleeing in fright, Xiaoyun also laughed.

Suddenly, he saw the youngest girl who wanted to run, but accidentally fell and fell to the ground.

Xiaoyun saw that she hurriedly went over to help her, but the little girl thought that Xiaoyun was here to bully her.

The little girl held her hands on the ground and quickly stood up, although her body was dusty, her crescent-like eyes were shining.

She looked at Xiaoyun, tried not to make herself look scared, and said crisply: "Big brother is not allowed to be angry with the child, otherwise he will not be a big brother." ”

Xiaoyun asked her with a smile, "Then how can you be considered a big brother?" ”

The little girl scratched her head with her slightly dirty hand and thought about it for a long time, but she didn't say why.

Xiaoyun said: "Isn't the person who bought you pastries a big brother?" ”

The little girl's eyes brightened, and she said happily: "Yes, yes, I like to eat that mung bean cake the most, but unfortunately I can't eat a piece until the fifteenth of every month." ”

Xiaoyun patted her clothes and motioned for her to stand still, but she walked into the pastry shop again.

"Hello guests, your ......."

The proprietress was looking down to sort out the pastries, but when she looked up, she found that it was the bearded young man just now, so she frowned and said, "I have already said, I don't recruit apprentices here, you can leave quickly!" ”

Xiaoyun took out two taels of silver from his arms, spread them on the table, and said, "I'm not here to be an apprentice, I'm here to buy pastries." ”

He has been working at the Yuelai Inn for so long, so he can naturally get these silver taels.

When the proprietress saw Yinliang, she immediately turned her anger into a smile, although the smile was not natural, but she still said enthusiastically: "It turned out that I was buying pastries, you said it earlier, do you want me to recommend some good ....... to you?"

Xiaoyun said: "I want mung bean cake." ”

The proprietress didn't speak, but took out a dozen or so pastries and said, "Did you bring a wooden box for pastries?" ”

"Look, you didn't bring it with you, so I'll give you this wooden box with you, and you'll have just enough money."

The proprietress quickly put the pastries into a box and handed them to Xiaoyun.

"Sure enough, it's a businessman." Xiaoyun didn't care, and went out of the store with the box.

With a smile, the proprietress sent it to the door: "Welcome to come back next time!" ”

Xiaoyun went out, looked a little, and saw that the little girl was still waiting for him in the same place, and a group of children were still surrounding her, pulling her arm, as if to take her away.

But the little girl crossed her waist and said, "The big brother said just now that he would buy pastries and give them to me." ”

At this point, Xiaoyun also happened to come.

The little girl said from afar: "Big brother, big brother, you really bought the pastry." ”

Xiao Yun opened the box with a smile and said to them, "Yes, big brother will share pastries for you." ”

When the children heard this, they were happy, and they went to grab those pastries, which made Xiaoyun scramble for a while.

The little girl ate half of the "mung bean cake" in three bites and two bites, and while chewing, she said, "Big brother, you are really the second best person I have ever seen in Willow Springs City." ”

Xiao Yun smiled and said, "Then you tell the big brother, who is the best person?" ”

The little girl said, "It's the gentleman who often tells stories in the teahouse inn, and he loves to tell stories the most, and the stories he tells are the best." ”

"Oh, it was him." Xiaoyun was a little stunned: "Is his story very good?" ”

The little girl replied: "In the story he told, there are many characters, including county magistrates, bosses, swordsmen, housekeepers, young ladies, housekeepers, cooks, heroes, villains, and a lot of mung bean cakes. ”

She said everything she knew in one breath, almost out of breath.

Xiao Yun asked casually, "What swordsmen did he say?" ”

The little girl finished the mung bean cake in her hand, looked at Xiaoyun silently, but did not answer.

Xiaoyun tapped her head and asked, "Why didn't you say it?" Do you still want to eat mung bean cake? ”

The little girl twisted her fingers and said embarrassedly, "No, I'm ....... All I know are the swordsmen are great, but I don't remember their names. ”

"It seems that recently there was a guy named Su or something, and he had a fight with a number one sword in the world, and then they ....... What is that man's name, Sue? ”

"It's called Su Heyun, I remember it."

"Su Yunshu?"

"Su Yun cake, it doesn't seem to be either."

“.......”

A group of children thought about it for a long time, and finally looked up at the sky, it was already late, and the pastry shop was about to close.

So the little girl said again, "Big brother, I'm going home." I'll tell you about it next time I think about it. ”

"Okay, there you go."

When the children dispersed, Xiaoyun sat on the ground, wanting to laugh but couldn't.

"It turns out that people don't remember who you are or what your name is, they only remember who you are."

"The housekeeper has the identity of the housekeeper, the housekeeper has the identity of the housekeeper, the young lady has the identity of the lady, the dung man has the identity of the dung man, and even the boss lady just now has the identity of the boss lady."

Xiaoyun saw the proprietress who sold pastries closing the door of the shop and was about to go back to the house, and smiled at him reluctantly.

He knew that the reason why the proprietress smiled at him was because he had become a "guest" and not an "apprentice".

Originally, people communicated by identity, not by heart.

It was getting dark.

There was no one on the street, and the wind was cool and the fog was rising.

The clouds and mist coiled in the sky, and the moon could not rise, only a little light could be sprinkled.

Some of the houses in Willow Springs were lit up, while others were still dim; Some people have a high status, while others have a low status, and those with high status light the lamp, and those with low status do not even deserve to have light.

These identities and statuses affect people all the time, and people have long been accustomed to relying on their own identities and the identities of others to live.

Even if you have practiced the "No. 1 Sword in the World", people will remember you as the No. 1 Sword in the world at most, who cares who you really are?

- Yan Nantian, Xie Xiaofeng, Hu Bugui, Old Man Tianji, or Yan Shisan?

People don't care who you are, people only know that you are the "number one sword in the world", and that's enough.

- If you are not the "No. 1 sword in the world", then what do you have left in people's hearts, or in your own self?

But how unfair is this question to the "first sword in the world"? He has worked hard, perhaps it is the achievement that he has worked hard for decades, how can he say that he will lose it, and forget it?

This is the sacredness of the swordsman's pursuit of attachment, how to let go?

Even Mei Changhua understood: "It's better to abolish my swordsmanship than to let me die." ”

Throwing this away would be tantamount to undoing decades of hard work.

However, the people who really come to this position, such as Xiaoyun and Xie Xiaofeng, will know that if they don't lose this, they will never be able to find the real "me".

If you can't find the real "me", it will be even more difficult to establish a kendo that belongs to the real me.

Xiao Yun didn't know what method other masters used to sit and forget, but after discussing it for seven days and seven nights, he and Xie Xiaofeng agreed on this point of view.

When he first started as a dung man, he wanted to cross the cliff out of thin air, but in the end he failed, and this level was very difficult after all.

"Sit and sit, forget and forget."

Xiaoyun flicked his buttocks, stood up, and suddenly raised his voice and sang:

"Fang to the top of the Heavenly Mountain, see me still under the cliff."

"I am not afraid of falling into a thousand feet, and I am not afraid of broken bones."

"Hahaha, how can you not be afraid, how can you not be afraid?"