Sometimes he muttered to himself, sometimes he was silent, he and the clouds seemed to be shadows, following each other, sometimes he was conscious and spoke freely, sometimes he was full of curiosity about the cicadas in the trees, the frogs in the water, the short songs of the shepherd's flute, asking questions, sometimes suddenly thundering, and roaring at the fallen leaves echoing in the valley.

The valley was full of life as the streams swirled and jumped, the silver mist splashed, and the sun shone through the trees and through the morning mist. The clouds faced the sun, and the depressed mood was swept away. He shouted towards the valley: "How are you, how are you doing now? I miss you!" In the shouting, Yun's mind came to mind Yu Bo and his father and mother who had infinite longing and had never met, thinking of the small mountain village of Qigou and Baling, there was still a trace of nostalgia, if it wasn't for the accident, he might never be able to step out of that village, at most he would be familiar with the town. Suddenly, Yun looked lost, a little sad, he didn't know where the future road was, and he didn't know if he would have the opportunity to see Uncle Yu or even his father and mother again. Human nature is to find roots, everyone wants to know their own life experience, cloud is no exception, sometimes this is not about poverty and wealth, is to give yourself an initial explanation of fate, just need to tell the answer. Yun is not reconciled, he feels that his father and mother must be waiting for him at a certain angle in the sea of people, and he is constantly looking for lost family affection - he has been wandering for a long time, maybe Yun is too eager for the warmth of home, and having a relative who knows cold and hot to accompany him is the comfort of the soul, such as Yu Bo in the countryside before, and even the crazy and stupid puffy people around him now.

The unkempt man saw the spring flowers in the mountains and fields, and ran to the flowers with joy. Seeing this, Yun followed, ready to lean down and pick a budding mountain flower. Unexpectedly, the unkempt man turned around and exclaimed loudly, "Don't touch it, it's alive!" and hurriedly ran to the clouds. Yun was puzzled: "In these years, human life is like grass mustard, and you still use such hypocrisy to pity a little mountain flower?" In the disturbed world, they enjoy their own world of flowers. As long as someone is willing to nurture them, they will bloom and give people a lingering fragrance" The unkempt man suddenly became poetic, carefully gazing at the clusters of mountain flowers, watching the flowers gather under the leaves, like countless butterflies, slightly spreading their wings and swaying with the wind.

After hearing this, Yun actually had some goosebumps, he felt that the man expressed the hypocrisy of the little woman through the love of flowers, not to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, but a kind of pathology, not to mention a vulgar and sloppy man like the unkempt man, but listening to the literature, he seems to have been born in a scholarly family, and is a scholar.

Yun casually asked: "You used to be a private school gentleman, and you talked sourly! I have only heard of 'there are flowers that can be broken straight and must be folded, and there are so many flowers and empty branches', so there are so many disease-free moans!" After that, Yun Yuan took off a Yingshan red beside him, casually inserted it into the unkempt bun of the unkempt man, and said with a smile: "This is the flower is delicate, follow you as a companion, and let the mountain flowers live up to the nong!" The unkempt man took off the Yingshan red, was a little angry, and put the flower behind Yun's ear and said: "Vulgar, contemptible!" Yun still smiled: "I'm so jade in the wind, it will only set off the eclipse of the flowers!"

Yun saw that he was so stingy, and he didn't joke anymore. If a man is like a flower, a man with a sword and a heart is like a plum blossom, frost and snow, blooming alone; a passionate man is like a sunflower, full of heat and passion; a gentle and elegant man is like a gentleman's orchid, chic as the wind, and jade runjian...... "If I am a flower, that is, a cactus, it sounds like 'perseverance and self-improvement', and what I say directly is "the wind blows and the sun and leaves it to fend for itself" Yun said with some emotion. When he was thinking about this sentence, he didn't know that he was like a cactus, in fact, because he was covered with spikes, hard and distinct shapes and lines, giving people a temperament that repelled people thousands of miles away, and once it bloomed, it was poisonous, because the petals gradually changed color, the color was bright and bright, and it was easy to attract emotional people to touch, and they couldn't put it down, if the hand was stabbed, the skin would be red and swollen and painful.

"There are thousands of reasons why men love flowers, and they will never leave the factor of women. Yun caught up and accosted. The unkempt man still ignored him.

"There is no woman who doesn't love flowers, only a man who is not romantic! Is there a girl in your heart who can't let go?" Yun Qianyan said without a second word.

The unmuffled man replied, "Do you still know this?" Yun saw that there was a topic, and hurriedly continued: "The red dust and flowers are blooming, and there must be a few branches that will bloom for me!" This is the words he learned from listening to books. Clouds are not men and women, although there are already many girls in the countryside who are secretly looking at him, even if they refuse to talk to him more, they can't help blushing when they meet, and their shy eyes want to look at the clouds more. Yun's bad smiling face still can't stop his sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and angular facial features. Yun didn't pay much attention to them, but went his own way, ate his own food, and did his own business.

The unmasked man stopped, turned his head to look at him and said: "I can't remember the past events, just like you, I don't know my own life experience, I only remember the fragments of memory, but I can't put together a complete picture, but the more I think about it, the more headache I get." ”

Yun relieved him not to think too much, the two walked to the river, Yun took the initiative to arrange his hair in a bun, wash his clothes, and the water slid down from the top of the unkempt man's head, outlining a knife-like face line, the diffuse mist sprinkled on a thin face, and the crescent-shaped scar was imprinted on the clear water, Yun was really startled, but immediately restrained his shuddering expression, and turned to thinking about what happened to him, as well as a few traces of concern from the heart.

"Your skills are so good, you must have provoked a lot of enemies before, did you lose your memory after being seriously injured by them?" Yun further guessed, "But, except for amnesia, your martial arts have not been abolished, why didn't your enemies kill you after seriously injuring you, or even abolished your martial arts? "What if it was an accident that caused amnesia?" "If it were an accident, and your martial arts skills were so good, what kind of situation would have that could cause amnesia? Why didn't your family take care of you and let you wander around? Could it be that you are also an orphan like me?" Yun asked in a slightly playful tone.

The unmasked man was stunned for a moment, he felt that the young man in front of him was very wise, had a good mind, and trusted him a little. He knew that he would get sick from time to time, and once his emotions got out of control, he would be grumpy and want to kill and see blood, and he took the initiative to worry about the dangerous situation of Qiyun staying by his side. Suddenly, his chest ached again, and sweat continued to slide down his forehead and cheeks, and Yun immediately stepped forward to support him.

The unkempt man gritted his teeth, seemed very uncomfortable, and said, "It's an old problem, you can help me adjust my qi! ”

"I don't know anything, I learn and use it now, is this okay?" Yun said later.

The man didn't answer, grabbed the cloud with one hand, and without waiting for him to react, he started from the pulp point in the lower jaw, passed through the gingival acupoint, and hit the Changqiang acupoint on the back. Yun was suddenly full of energy, as if the muscles and bones of his whole body were automatically loosened.

"I opened up the second vein of Rendu for you, and the next eight veins of the strange meridians, you just do what I said!" the Pengmian man explained.

Yun nodded, sat down cross-legged, learned to concentrate on luck, I don't know if the mantra is not difficult, or the qualifications are smart, he comprehends the essentials quickly and in place, as soon as he inhales, the true qi enters the mind from the Du Mai, and when he exhales, the true qi arrives from the Ren pulse to the dantian, and after repeated exhalation, there is a stream of heat flowing in his heart from the palm into the body, and the qi returns to the dantian, and the god returns to the purple mansion.

"Very good, I'll teach you the mental method and heal my wounds!" The unmasked man saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart, the young man in front of him was a rare martial arts wizard, and he was very glad that he accidentally discovered his qualifications. "My illness, sometimes I go crazy, it is difficult to control myself, teach you some martial arts for self-protection in the future. After he asked Yun to heal his injuries, he trained Yun's fingering, arm, body, and heart skills, and let him go to the river to carry two buckets of water full of water across the single-plank bridge, and the instrument could not be covered if it was full. If it doesn't work for three days, it's half a month. Half a month later, he was asked to shoot arrows with bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest, grasping the strength and crosshairs, not for a week, but for three decades.

Learning martial arts is like pointing to the moon, and if you stare at the finger, the moon will be gone. "The talent is good, and if you lay a solid foundation, you will get twice the result with half the effort. "Although the Pengmian man has a broken memory, he has his own way of teaching martial arts, he walks according to his feelings, and adjusts the teaching routine in time according to Yun's temperament. Yun is not tired of studying hard every day, because he is tired of being beaten and angry, as long as he suffers today, he is full of enthusiasm for tomorrow, not to mention that his bones are amazing, talented, and he does not need to "practice three dogs in summer, practice three nine in winter", and he will also gain every day.

"The essence of martial arts must be slowly comprehended, in order to be comprehended, you now understand the fur, whether you can travel in the future cultivation depends on your own creation!" Two months later, Yun's martial arts began to achieve. The unmasked man said to this.

Yun and Pengmian had the feeling of master and apprentice, so they changed their words to call him master. Yun is still neither big nor small to Master, they are used to this kind of brotherly relationship, and he is very happy, because in this world, in addition to Uncle Yu, he has another relative who is not a relative.

If the man is a flower, Yun thinks that the unkempt man is an iron tree, the iron tree blooms, once in a thousand years, Yun does not know when it will be able to bloom, but he knows that he is a symbol of beauty, with strong growth ability, and can protect himself from disasters.