Wuhou, who dragged heavy footsteps and walked out of the community, stood on the side of the road panting, tired and sweating. It's much better now, I've come a long way, I'm used to it, or I'm just more embarrassed than before.

There is still such a long distance from his residence to the Qiantang River, Wu Hou is really tired and doesn't want to go, so he simply stopped a taxi on the side of the road and took the car to the riverside.

It's not a holiday, and it's just past lunch, so there's no one by the river. Wu Hou got out of the car on the side of the road, and after paying the money, he climbed the asphalt road by the river with great difficulty, which was piled high with cement and stones.

After climbing up, Wu Hou stood up straight, looked left and right, and saw Duanmu Shenjiu standing by the river not far away, looking at the river.

Duanmu Shenjiu stood with his hands in his hands, indifferently looking at the Qiantang River with a calm water, there was a lunch box on the table in front of him, and it seemed that he had already eaten lunch.

Wu Hou came over panting, leaned on the railing and gasped, and shouted, "Master..."

Duanmu Shen didn't turn around, and raised his hand to hand over a box of lunch. Wu Hou's eyes were happy, he took it and opened it, and saw that it was tomato egg fried rice, and the sour taste made people particularly appetizing, not to mention Wu Hou, who was already hungry.

Wu Hou opened the lunch box, found chopsticks and ate it, but the meal was ready for a while, and it was a little cold, but this could not hide the aroma of the rice at all, and Wu Hou still ate it very deliciously.

After taking a few big bites, Wu Hou asked Duanmu Shenjiu vaguely, and he asked, "Master, why did you divide the hairpin in two and put it on my feet? And they are so heavy!"

Duanmu Shenjiu didn't say anything, took the non-return knife from Wu Hou, held it in his hand and watched it repeatedly.

Wu Hou has long been accustomed to the silence of the master, many times, what he says, or asks questions, Duanmu Shenjiu does not answer him, so Duanmu Shenjiu, who is still silent, does not make Wu Hou feel strange, but continues to ask while eating: "And you carved four words on it, one is meditation, the other is guarding the way, what does this mean?"

The sound of the blade of the knife cutting through the scabbard came out, and the non-return knife was pulled out by Duanmu Shenjiu, he raised it above his head, blocked the dazzling sunlight with the blade, and looked at the side of the knife that did not return at this time.

The afternoon sun shone on the other side of the knife of no return, and Duanmu Shenjiu, who was watching the side of the knife on the back of the knife, had an imperceptible sunlight on his face, and if he looked closely, he could find that it was the sunlight that shone on his face through the blade of the knife of no return.

Wu Hou was stunned to see this scene, the blade of the knife is heavy, the highest thickness is about more than a centimeter, and the material of the blade is excellent, there will be no gaps that will pass through.

But at this time, the non-return knife that was raised above his head by Duanmu Shenjiu gradually became bright in the sun, and slowly became transparent, although it was not as transparent as glass, but when you looked at it closely, through the blade, you could see the sun in the sky.

Wu Houmu looked at the knife of no return in front of the two of them, as if it was covered with a thick layer of dust, the sun seen through the blade was dim, and the blue sky also changed color.

When Wu Hou was looking at the blade of the knife, the surface layer of the blade began to slowly fall off, until it was completely taken off later, and the entire blade turned into a beautiful amber color.

It turns out that this is the true face of the non-return knife, the non-return knife that was quietly hidden in the dark green scabbard before, from the appearance of no energy, has become radiant and full of knife intent.

"Master, this...."Wu Hou still had rice grains left on his mouth, and he stood on the spot, unable to control and ask Duanmu Shenjiu.

Duanmu Shenjiu put down the knife of no return, stroked the blade with his palm, and said in a low voice: "You have to be like this knife, covered with dust, to show your true colors." ”

Wu Hou couldn't understand the obscure words, he just looked at the knife of no return, and the lunch box in his hand was unconsciously thrown aside.

Then Duanmu Shenjiu replied to Wu Hou's question just now, and he said: "The hairpin is my personal ornament, and it is also a thousand-year-old object, it has accompanied my practice for many years, and it has long been contaminated with spirituality, and the weight and size of the object are its characteristics, and the other is that it is extremely tough and not easy to break." Today I will make it into an anklet and put it on your foot, so that when you will be dusted down in the future, you will be able to take it off. ”

It seems that this is a ban that the master has given himself, but looking at the four words engraved on it, it is not so much a prohibition as a light to guide the lost. At this time, Wu Hou understood why the master carved the words "Meditation and Guarding the Dao" on the hairpin.

Wu Hou lowered his head and raised his legs, the weight of his feet made him pay a little more attention to what his master said.

Duanmu Shenjiu continued, "The hairpin on your left foot is meditation, as the name suggests, I hope you can always meditate, stay calm, and never be disturbed by setbacks again, this time you dropped out of school, I know everything, but this is not a big deal, you don't have to take it to heart." This time, you are willing to fall into depour, buy drunk addiction, you are degraded, remember not to do this again in the future, otherwise, Old Man Guo will be burned with all his thoughts. ”

Speaking of Old Man Guo, Wu Hou knew that the master was talking about his grandfather Guo Xianda, so he immediately said with a look of admitting his mistake: "Master, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

"Definitely. Duanmu Shenjiu handed over the non-return knife that had changed its appearance to Wu Hou, and continued: "You are not sorry for me, let alone your family, you are just sorry for yourself." The meaning of meditation is very simple, it is just a kind of admonition, and the word "guarding the way" of your right foot is what you should think about in the future. ”

"Then what should I be thinking?" Wu Hou asked.

"Consider your Word and keep it. Duanmu Shenjiu replied, "Do you remember the day I played chess with you?" Apprentice, I know that your heart is full of anxiety at this time, and the heavy feeling of confusion makes you unable to find your direction, so you need to find your way and stick to it. ”

After finishing speaking, Duanmu Shenjiu took the lead in walking along the riverside, and then Wu Hou followed with heavy footsteps.

Duanmu Shenjiu didn't walk fast, but Wu Hou, who had a burden on his feet, moved slowly, and still couldn't keep up with him. Wu Hou struggled to follow behind, looked at the back of the master in front of him and asked, "Master, how should I find my Dao?"

Duanmu Shenjiu, who kept walking, looked at the calm river, and before the high tide reached this time, the river surface was not alarmed.

As if thinking for a while, he said quietly, "To walk, to experience, to choose, to keep love, to go to the mountains and seas." It is only through the constant experience of choosing again and again in your walk that you can find out what is your own way. ”

The words in the clouds and fog made Wu Hou listen to it in a daze, as if he was listening to a book from heaven. Just like when I was in elementary school, the teacher was lecturing on the podium, and the students with poor grades who didn't understand sat down, and they felt that the teacher was talking about heavenly books.

But if you want to say that they are similar, Wu Hou is entangled again. Master is still different from elementary school teachers, Master really taught me, while elementary school teachers, that is to teach everyone, take textbooks and copy rigid routines, and the lectures are the most likely to make people sleepy.

How can a teacher be the same if a teacher is teaching and a teacher is teaching? But after thinking about it again, Duanmu Shenjiu seems to be more than just teaching art, he seems to have taught some things that the teachers in the school have not taught, but what it is, the current Wu Hou can't say.

The riverbank is very long, so long that out of Hangzhou City, the master and apprentice walked all the way along the riverside, walked for an afternoon, walked out of the university town, walked across the river bridge, from the sun in the south, until the sunset sunset, but they could not get out of the city.

When the sun set, Duanmu Shenjiu turned around and continued to walk back, never wanting to stop. Wu Hou was sweating and followed the master to turn around, since the master didn't say stop, Wu Hou naturally didn't dare to stop and rest without authorization, so he had to drag his heavy steps and grit his teeth and insist, following Duanmu Shenjiu step by step.

The master and apprentice walked into the night, the moon crept up, and the night sky was full of stars, before they walked back to the place where they first set off, and at this time, it was already more than eleven o'clock in the night, and it was difficult to see a pedestrian on the road.

The wind by the river at night was a little strong, drying the sweat on Wu Hou's body, he stopped panting, looked at Duanmu Shenjiu who was still in the river, and muttered in his mouth: "I'm so tired, I'm really tired, Master, you don't say take a break..."

Wu Hou was complaining, Duanmu Shenjiu turned a deaf ear to his complaints, he just looked at the river lightly, reflecting a bright moon, and even those twinkling stars could be reflected in the river.

Wu Hou, who rested for a while, also learned from the master, standing by the river and looking at the river, the master and apprentice had their own thoughts, and no one spoke again. Wu Hou was still haunted by dropping out of school, and he suddenly sighed when he looked at the river, lit a cigarette, and looked at the sky again.

Duanmu Shenjiu stretched out his hand, asked Wu Hou for a cigarette, and followed Wu Hou to smoke. The master and apprentice stood in the night breeze by the river, one sighing with worries, and the other with his hair swaying in the wind because he had no hairpin. Wu Hou looked at the night sky and suddenly whispered, "Master, I haven't been to heaven for a long time..."

I remember the last time Duanmu Shenjiu took Wu Hou to fly above the clouds, it was when he was in junior high school, and a few years have passed, and Wu Hou has never followed his master up. Duanmu Shenjiu smiled when he heard Wu Hou's words, and this time he didn't ignore him, but threw away the cigarette handle, lifted Wu Hou, who was more than 200 catties at this time, with one hand, and said, "Then the master will take you again." ”

After the words were spoken, Wu Hou was carried by Duanmu Shenjiu, and rose up by the river at night, rushing straight to the dark blue night sky, rushing to the beautiful moon, and rushing to those shining stars.

There were no street lights on the asphalt road by the river, it was pitch black, and if it weren't for some lights on the other side of the river, the only thing that could illuminate it would be the moonlight. Duanmu Shenjiu rushed to a height of several thousand meters with Wu Hou, and when he looked at the moon in this position, it was bigger and brighter than when he looked at it on the ground, and if he looked at the stars, Wu Hou felt that the stars seemed to be really five-pointed stars.

The bright moon and the stars are bright, this scene is very similar to the moment when I was a child, when I was taken to the clouds by Duanmu Shenjiu for the first time to see the scenery.

High in the night sky, looking at the moon and stars closer overhead, Wu Hou grinned happily, with a smile in his eyebrows, he smiled, smiled cleanly, clearly, purely because he laughed at the sight of joy.

Looking at the apprentice in his hand and laughing, Duanmu Shenjiu gradually frowned. The two have been together for many years, since Wu Hou went to high school, Duanmu Shenjiu felt that it was the first time he had seen Wu Hou laugh like this tonight, and the last time this kind of smile appeared on Wu Hou's face, it was when he was in junior high school.

The boy grew up hazy, and there were troubles in his growth, and unconsciously, the simple-minded martial arts were also changed by the troubles of growing up. It is precisely because of those troubles that Wu Hou has not laughed like this for many years.

Looking at the smiling face of the apprentice looking at the moon, Duanmu Shenjiu also felt quite emotional in his heart.

Turning young people into young people, the road of life is uneven, and Wu Hou has only experienced the first one or two at this moment, and it is already difficult to laugh like when he was a child.

If in a few years, when he is older and has experienced more, will this kind of laughter disappear completely? Is the Wu Hou at that time still the same Wu Hou who he first took him as an apprentice? On the long road of life, Duanmu Shenjiu has experienced too much, and when he thinks that Wu Hou will also experience it after that, he is faintly distressed.