The wind that blew from the pine forest carried snowflakes and cut people's faces like knives.

The uphill road was steep, the hooves and wheels of the horses were slipping in the snow, and the families crowded around the carriage carrying the coffin, pushing their shoulders and moving little by little up the ridge. This Wulong Ridge is the tail vein of Wulong Mountain behind Yanzhou City, it is the only way to go to Hangzhou from Yanzhou Mansion, although it is not very high, but in this heavy snowy day, the official road paved with bluestone has long been frozen by ice and snow, and the load-bearing carriage travels on it, and keeps skidding.

Yu Wenyan wanted to turn over and dismount to help several times, but Meng Huitian tried his best to stop, Meng Huitian found a few clothes and tied them to the hooves and wheels of the cart, and he held the reins in front of him, shouting at the horse to go up the ridge.

Yu Wenyan sat on the horse, looking at the figure of Meng Huitian and the others, ashamed, a cough hit, he quickly covered his face with his sleeve, in order to hide his embarrassment.

Meng Huitian took the time to turn his head and said excitedly: "Childe, when did you learn Jun Kung Fu, it really makes people overjoyed, if Master knows, I don't know what he will like." ”

Yu Wenyan said embarrassedly: "I usually watch my father and my eldest brother practice, and if I see too much, I will naturally learn a little bit, and I am afraid that I will be laughed at." ”

"Where, the child's skills are outstanding, only the hand that was revealed just now, it won't take a few days to spread in the rivers and lakes, let's hurry up the villa, this time I will show my face again."

Meng Huitian said that it was indeed the truth, originally, after the death of Yuwen Hongfei, the big tree withered, and Kuaizai Villa wanted to continue to shock the martial arts, I am afraid it would be difficult to continue, plus the spearhead of the Heavenly Daoist Sect was very clear, the first thing they wanted to eradicate was the three major sects of the martial arts righteous path: the beggar gang, the Tianyi faction and the Kuaizai Villa.

Mo Wuwen, the leader of the beggar gang, is a nominal figure, and Yuwen Hongfei and Tian Shinan died one after another. At the moment, with the combined strength of Kuaizai Mountain Villa Menghuitian and Tianyi faction Lu Bukong and the four elders of the beggar gang, it is a question whether they can deal with Luohuamen, let alone the Heavenly Dao Sect.

At this critical juncture, a Yu Wenyan suddenly came out, and his martial arts attainments did not seem to be below the three predecessors, how could this not make Meng Huitian overjoyed, and let fellow martial artists see a little hope? However, Meng Huitian has a pimple in his heart, he thinks that this kung fu is not good at light skills, judging from the skills of the son, his light skills are probably not as good as the master, so where did he learn it from and from whom?

When the master was there, he never heard him talk about his son's martial arts, and from childhood to adulthood, the good ones were piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, bamboo and silk, and playing songs and dances. Everyone in this sect thinks that Gongzi will only end up being a suave prodigal child, and I don't want him to secretly practice martial arts with others, and let the ready-made kung fu at home not learn, and find another way, if the master knows, will he sigh out of a scum, and fall into the name of Kuai Villa for no reason, which makes people laugh?

And the person who taught him kung fu knew that he was the son of Yuwen Hongfei, and wanted to take him as an apprentice, what was the purpose?

Meng Huitian wanted to ask him who his master was, but it was inconvenient to say directly, so he had to make a detour.

"Childe, I didn't expect that with a little bit of master's allocation, Childe's light skills would be so good."

Yu Wenyan wanted to speak and stopped, lying on the horse's back and coughing for a while, her eyes reddening. After his breathing had calmed a little, he said:

"Daddy didn't teach me kung fu, it was just something I came up with on my own. Alas, I think I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to compete with others in terms of internal strength like my eldest brother and my father, so I have to have other plans. Everyone takes the first, and they take the last. Everyone takes the truth, and they take the void alone. There is more than enough to hide. However, there is more than enough, and his body is also slow and costly. Everyone seeks blessings, and they are all right, and that's it. ”

Yuwen Yanwen said a lot of things, which seemed to tell the true meaning of martial arts, and it seemed to be the perception of life. Meng Huitian didn't seem to understand it, but one thing he knew was clear, Gongzi's kung fu was all realized by himself, and he didn't worship people as a teacher, which is good. Childe has been smart since he was a child, which is true.

Meng Huitian's face turned from worry to joy at the moment, and the soles of his feet were more relaxed, and the group trekked hard, and finally arrived at the Oolong Temple on the ridge. The day has passed, and then go forward from this Oolong Ridge, but there are no people in ten miles and twenty miles, and there is no place to stay, and people are tired and sleepy, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and today it seems that it can only rest in this temple.

This oolong temple is close to the official road that crosses the ridge. The temple is not very big, only the front, middle and back three entrances and a patio, there are hundreds of towering cypress trees around the temple, in this snow-filled weather, it is more solemn and cold.

There was only one old monk in his sixties in the temple, who opened the door and saw that there were many people wearing linen and filial piety standing outside the door, and he was startled and anxious to close the door.

Yu Wenyan dismounted and saluted: "In Xia Yu Wenyan, escort the coffin of my father back to Huizhou, but the road is difficult to walk due to heavy snow, Master Wanwang is thoughtful and convenient, and allows the next person to wait for a night and leave tomorrow morning." ”

The old monk saw that Yu Wenyan spoke politely, and thought that there were barren mountains and mountains for ten miles and twenty miles, and such people really had nowhere to stay in the past, so it was better to simply do a favor, and let everyone in with a smile on his face.

Yu Wenyan first placed the coffin properly and burned incense to worship. Then all the people of the group were arranged, and the other factions and others who followed them were all arranged in the wings on the east side of the patio, only the female disciples of the Wuhua Hand Sect were arranged in the two wings at the west end of the patio, and the people of Kuaizai Villa were arranged in the three wings in Zhongjin. Yu Wenyan and Meng Huitian were stubborn and couldn't resist the old monk's hospitality, and stayed alone in the guest hall that entered the back.

Meng Huitian was about to go out, but Yu Wenyan stopped him: "Brother Meng, follow us, what we can see on the surface can still be handled, but I am afraid that there are still many people who are secretly following, I am afraid that something will happen sooner or later, you go and order your subordinates, change all your filial piety clothes, and save yourself the trouble." Alas, at the moment of the great enemy, many things do not have to be too stubborn. ”

Meng Huitian nodded: "I also feel this way, even these people who follow us also have bad intentions, and if they really encounter a strong enemy, it is not bad if they don't wade into troubled waters." ”

"It's better to believe what you have than not to believe it, you tell everyone to be careful."

Meng Huitian understood, and hurriedly walked to the front into the hall.

Yu Wenyan stood under the corridor with her hands behind her back, her eyes staring into the distance in a daze.

The white roof, the gray sky, and the large flakes of snow falling on the ground, making a whisper, like a traveler far away from home, whispered his thoughts about his distant home. It was like a newlywed young woman, leaning on the door and window, looking at the miserable road in front of the door, waiting for her relatives to return peacefully on such a snowy afternoon. The young woman muttered to herself, telling her long thoughts about the heavy snow.

Yu Wenyan stood stunned, tears rolling down his clear face.

He couldn't imagine that on such a snowy day, who would lean against the door and look at him from afar like the young woman, who would imagine his warmth and coldness with concern, who would open the door for him again and again, and dust off the snow on his body. The end of the drift will be the way home, and the end of the way back will be home, but where is my home? This deserted village and wild temple is not my home. Hurry up the hill? What is the difference between there and here, the icy ridges of the icy snow, the cold feet of no one in the cold room, walking quickly or slowly. There is no warm and down-to-earth gaze projected on you by relatives, there are lights, but no one can cut the lights with the classmates, there is wine, but no family can talk about mulberry and hemp. Is a home without parents, siblings, still a home?

The disciples of Kuaizai Mountain Villa respected him and whispered warm words in front of him, but it was not a voice of flesh and blood, not a voice that was unrestrained and unscrupulous. They looked at his face and acted, but they also invisibly asked him to do what they thought the son of Yuwen Daxia and the new head of Kuaiya Villa should do. It should take revenge, eradicate the Heavenly Taoism, and use blood to wash away the shame added to the name of Kuaizai Mountain Villa. They asked him to become the second Yuwen Hongfei, make a name for himself, and dominate the martial arts.

They demanded a lot of from him, and they thought it was what he should do, and they thought it was right for him to do so, for his good.

And who understands his heart, who wants to know what he thinks and wants to say? Does anyone know?

He saw the white and smooth face, the clear eyes that the wind lifted the veil for a moment. How he wished that such a pair of eyes would stay by his side, accompany him to illuminate him, and he would not feel lonely wherever he went.

Yu Wenyan stood stunned, and the snow fell in the courtyard in front of him, chattering.

He felt that the sorrow came from it, and the inexplicable grief and illness that were difficult to dispel and difficult to avoid were attacking his Lingding figure together. He coughed. He imagined those eyes watching him with concern. Tears welled up in his eyes again. Snow shimmered in his eyes. His lips quirmed, as if to say something.

No one knows that he, Yuwen Hongfei's son, was already tired of the rivers and lakes when he didn't set foot in the rivers and lakes.

He is tired of the way he deceives in the rivers and lakes, speaks with swords and knives, and talks about winning and losing with blood, and people in the martial arts come and go, all for his own name, and the desire to become famous torments everyone who takes a nap with a sword. He felt that all of this was like a never-ending nightmare, a play that could not be ended once it began.

He was tired of such a tired life, tired of being on the road all his life, and he was not even surprised when he heard the news of his father's death, he died of illness or death under the sword of others, and when a person's first foot stepped into the rivers and lakes, his last step was already doomed. And how about life?

Sometimes he thinks that it is not the Heavenly Taoism that makes his father sick from hard work and cannot afford to get sick, but that his father himself chooses to die, and a person who chooses martial arts chooses to die. No one is inevitable. He didn't want to die prematurely, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was greedy for life, because he felt that there were so many other things to do in the world, which were far more interesting than dancing with a sword and a sword.

For example, he doesn't practice martial arts but likes to ponder kung fu, he thinks that pondering kung fu is much more interesting than practicing martial arts, which is a different realm, just like the same writing, keeping an account book is different from writing a letter and writing a poem, and writing a letter and writing a poem is different from simple calligraphy. "The painting garden aunt abandoned, stretched out the eyebrows and asked for the law book", "good things are passed on to play, and the empty law book is empty". How can a bookkeeper who only knows how to keep accounts and write a handwritten handwriting can understand the meaning of this?

Now, unconsciously, you have set foot in the rivers and lakes, not that you want to get involved in the rivers and lakes, but there is a force that invisibly pushes you into the rivers and lakes, you are the son of Yuwen Hongfei, in fact, only this point, it is destined that you will be in the rivers and lakes as soon as you come out of the womb, nothing more than that, there was a father on the top to support, you can believe in the horse below, write poems, sing and dance, you can just ask about the martial arts, it seems that the rivers and lakes have nothing to do with you since then, but you don't know, it is just a long wait, a time to give you full preparation.

So one day, you suddenly found yourself in the center of the treacherous martial arts overnight, what you thought was fun has now become your own means of saving your life, imagination has become a weapon of reality, you can't escape, you can't say that you have long been disgusted with the rivers and lakes, no one will give you the time and opportunity to speak, under a sword, you will either fight back or die, be killed or killed, as simple as the left hand on the side of the left foot, the right hand on the side of the right foot.

A small whirlwind swam in the courtyard, pulling up a weak pillar of snow. The snow pillar swayed towards the corridor, and finally the snow powder stained Yu Wenyan's face. The tears on his face turned into crystal frost, and an irrepressible force suddenly erupted from his body, instantly filling his chest and blocking his throat. He bent down and coughed hard, a few drops of blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and slowly seeping into the snow in front of the porch.

He took out a pottery from his sleeve and put it to his lips. A low, rough voice rang out, swirling and pervading, against the wind and snow, against the gray sky.

The sound is long and endless, intermittent, like a wrinkled old man spreading out his calloused hands and telling an old story intermittently.

The people in front of them pricked up their ears and listened carefully. The sound was caught in the wind and snow, like another wind and snow drifting and falling, endless and endless in a hollow valley. Everyone was dumbfounded. The person who blows the Xun does not seem to be transmitting sound with internal force, but writing and reading with blood and silent tears, but his true qi is inexhaustible, inexhaustible, and his eyes are deep and far away.

Xiangqu of the Mengshan faction sighed: "It is unimaginable that Gongzi's skills have improved to such an extent. This piece of the old man also understood the rhythm of the martial arts friends mentioned, called 'Hanjiang solo fishing', said that Yuwen Gongzi self-created, extremely gloomy, if the player is not good, often damage the five organs, my friend, is not the general kung fu of the general generation, I was fortunate to meet Yuwen Gongzi, to learn to play the flute, even a beginning can not learn well, Yuwen Gongzi is sick and weak, can ......"

Cao Xiangqu couldn't stop shaking his head, as if he couldn't believe that this was really what he had heard.

Yuwen Yan blew quietly, blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth on both sides and flowing down Zhixun's hands.

He moved from one tune to another, and his cold voice gradually softened, as if one person was speaking affectionately to another, reminiscing about his thoughts.

The sound then became trivial and humane, and the sound of ordinary people in the evening could be heard with the sound of dishes colliding and spatulas in the pot, the sound of dishes being served out one by one, the sound of chickens looking at their heads and shaking into the chicken and the sound of pigs arching their noses in the pigsty.

Eventually, the voice faded to such a level that you could only hear it with bated breath.

Under a lamp, a man and a woman asked and answered, the lamp jumped and burned quietly, the man began to yawn, and the thread in the woman's hand passed through the sole of the hand.

Everyone lowered their heads when they heard this, and everyone with a family thought of their relatives at this time.