It rained all night.

Even when it was almost dawn, the entire sky of Kunlun City was still rendered in deep tones.

It's like remembering that sinful night.

Tang Qing's mood was very heavy.

Even if he killed the city lord Wan Ren and the four major town generals with the power of starlight, he still couldn't be happy.

Because Old Man Zhong is dead.

Diao is also dying.

It took him a long time to calm his emotions, then it took him a longer time to carry Old Man Zhong's body and Diao to the wasteland outside the city gate, and finally used the blunt knife that was about to break to dig a simple grave and bury the old man.

It's a long process, and it's not an easy task for someone who has never practiced before.

But he never stopped, even when the rain was pouring down.

Until the end.

Then he sat down in the corner of the grave and looked down at the unconscious boy.

Diao lay among the damp dirt of the wasteland, his face as pale as paper, he could barely hear his heartbeat, only a wisp of his faint breath struggling in his trachea, telling the world that he was alive.

The ancient knife stood beside Ah Diao, still sharp, but it lost a lot of luster.

Just like his master.

"I don't know what to do. ”

Tang Qing's face was calm, but there was a strong negative emotion in his eyes.

The mood is very heavy.

He whispered softly, "Will you ever wake up?"

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As the night faded away, a glimmer of light began to appear in the distant horizon.

The rain finally became lighter with the sky, until it dissipated between the heavens and the earth.

In the dim light and shadow, an ancient song suddenly sounded, from far and near, resounding in every corner of this wasteland.

The reason why the wasteland is called the wasteland is that it must be very barren, so even when the sky is getting brighter, you can still feel the desertion here, as well as the lingering dead air.

It seems that this is a suitable place to bury the dead, and the living are not allowed to enter, like a mass grave.

But at this moment, with the sudden appearance of the ballad, a strange figure gradually appeared on the edge of the horizon somewhere in the wasteland, slowly walking towards the tomb.

Tang Qing frowned, he straightened up and picked up the ancient knife, the oblique knife stationed, blocking Ah Diao behind him.

I looked in that direction.

Then I saw an interesting picture.

A small black and brown donkey walked slowly on the muddy and waterlogged road on the gravel in the wasteland, bumping and bumping, looking a little careless and very silly.

It had a small white pocket around its neck, and on its back sat an old man with white hair, who began to emerge from the place where the light first shone, and took small ticking steps, step by step, to the edge of the tomb.

The little donkey stopped, panted with his neck tilted, and stood his nostrils to look here and there, bored.

Occasionally, he glanced up at Old Man Zhong's grave, looked at Ah Diao lying on the ground, and finally glanced at Tang Qing who was holding a knife, as if there was deep doubt in his eyes... It didn't take long for it to open its mouth again to reveal two rows of neat white teeth, as if it was laughing or talking, but when it saw that Tang Qing didn't react, it lowered its donkey head again and stared at its reflection in the stagnant water on the ground, and began to be in a daze.

Tang Qing's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, because the knife was too heavy.

But he didn't dare to put it down.

This donkey is so weird... What's more, the old man on the back of the donkey suddenly smiled, and then got up and stood in front of Tang Qing.

The old man was tall and wore a cape, and even if he stepped on the mud, he still felt very clean and almost spotless.

He had a smile on his face, something meaningful.

The teeth are very white and shiny in the light, which is very eye-catching.

Holding a ring ruler in his hand, horizontal between his arms, like a teacher.

He stared at Tang Qing for a long time, and the smile on his face became more and more bright, as if he was very happy and satisfied.

Tang Qing asked, "Who are you?"

The old man smiled and said, "People call me old master, I came from far away to see you." ”

Tang Qing was a little surprised: "You know me?"

"A lot of people know you and want to find you, and I'm just one of them. ”

The old master said, "Of course, I have no ill intentions. Just wanted you to be my student. ”

Speaking of this, the old master suddenly moved, and put the ring ruler in his hand in front of him.

This movement was very light and very casual, it seemed that his hand was slightly sore, and he wanted to adjust his posture.

Tang Qing's heart tightened.

It's like, the teacher wants to beat the student with a ring ruler.

Students are scared.

At that moment, Tang Qing really felt that he was his student.

It's ridiculous, it's incredible.

He raised his head and looked at the tall old master, and was a little speechless for a moment.

The old master spoke again: "Are you willing to be my student?"

It's very straightforward.

Tang Qing thought for a long time, he put down the ancient knife and said seriously: "No." ”

The old master was not surprised, and seemed to have expected this answer.

He smiled and said, "Because there is a wise scholar in the palace of the Tang Kingdom?"

Hearing this, Tang Qing's heart was shocked.

He had grown up in the deep palace since he was a child, and for the first time in sixteen years, he was very sure that he had never seen this strange old master in front of him, and no one had ever mentioned this person in front of him, and the other party seemed to be able to see through everything about him, which was a very terrifying thing.

Fortunately, the old master didn't seem to have any malicious intent, he just smiled and continued: "I never make it difficult for others, but since I finally found you, I naturally won't give up easily. ”

He suddenly looked down at the unconscious Ah Diao on the ground, and said, "I can save his life, but you will follow me and be my student in the future." How?"

Tang Qing frowned and did not speak.

After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind, and he said, "If you can really save him......

The old master smiled and gently patted the little donkey next to him who was in a daze.

The little donkey shook its neck and seemed a little unhappy, it slowly moved in front of Diao, stretched out its long tongue and spat on his eyebrows, yes, a little donkey spat on Diao's eyebrows.

Then he turned his head and continued to stare at the stagnant water on the ground, as if he had done something very insignificant.

The whole process takes no more than a few blinks of an eye, and it looks a little funny.

But Tang Qing couldn't laugh, and the emotions on his face became a little weird.

Because he could clearly feel that Ah Diao's breathing was gradually smoothing, his pale and colorless face began to be smeared with a little blood, and layers of knife power slowly surrounded his eyes, as if he had been reborn.

He lifted Diao's sackcloth, and the three palm prints on his chest had disappeared, smooth and smooth, as if he had never been injured.

Now Ah Diao doesn't look like he's in a coma, but like he just fell asleep and didn't wake up.

Tang Qing's eyes changed a little when he looked at the little donkey, and he thought to himself that the stupid stupid donkey was a divine beast?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Tang Qing would never have believed that a mouthful of saliva could bring the dead back to life.

Joy and shock are mixed in half.

He didn't hesitate, he suddenly bowed, bowed down, and said to the old master, "The student meets the teacher." ”

A word comes straight to the heart.

The old master touched his head and said with a smile: "What about that scholar in the Tang Kingdom? ”

"My husband has taught me since I was a child and understands me the most, so he naturally knows the reason why I do this. Besides, I am really grateful to you, because you saved the only friend I have known in sixteen years, and you can say that you are a friend of life and death. ”

Tang Qing said calmly: "I am willing to be your student and repay the grace of this life." ”

The old master looked at him quietly and nodded slightly.

The little donkey also raised its head inadvertently, grinning and showing its teeth, silly and cute.

It seemed to be saying hello to Tang Qing.

"I just don't understand, teacher, why did you choose me?"

Tang Qing asked: "I have been cold and sick since I was a child, and I don't even know how many years I can live, except for reading a few years more than ordinary people, there is nothing worth your attention." ”

The old master smiled and said, "You will naturally know in the future that it is my honor to be your teacher." ”

The little donkey, still looking in the mirror in the stagnant water, heard this sentence and neighed in a low voice, and agreed deeply.

Tang Qing was a little relieved and moved.

Then I remembered the life and death changes of this night, and I couldn't help but feel a little trance.

At this time, the wind blows in the wasteland, and it is no longer damp and cold, but clear at dawn.

It's as if Diao breathed in the wind and survived fiercely......

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