Jing Zhuang said: "It seems that your memory is not bad. Although Aunt Simon is not a decent gentleman, what he said is still the truth. All the "Swordsman Tricks" that appeared in the rivers and lakes before were actually fake. ”

Eldest Sun Qi said: "I really don't understand what these people are fighting for a book for. After a lot of hard work, in the end, I found out that the "Swordsman Technique" I got was fake, which is really ridiculous and sad. ”

Jing Zhuang said: "It's right for you to say this now. But at the time, people didn't think so when they were fighting. Just imagine, everyone in the rivers and lakes is fighting, and some people even have to fight for the lives of their relatives and children, how can anyone doubt its authenticity?"

Changsun Qi didn't speak, but he was thinking in his heart, whether it's true or fake, why don't I fight for that thing, even if I grab it in my hand and practice peerless magic skills, what can I do? I can't have firewood, rice, oil, salt, and three meals a day every day? These people who are desperately fighting for the Book of Heaven are really funny.

Jing Zhuang shook his head and continued: "In fact, some people compete for the Sword Hero Technique, and it is not purely for themselves. Think about it, if the "Swordsman Technique" falls into the hands of a bad person, and he does whatever he wants after he has practiced his peerless magic skills, won't the people in the rivers and lakes suffer? Therefore, some righteous people compete for the "Swordsman Technique" for the sake of the safety and peace of the rivers and lakes. ”

Changsun Qi nodded and said, "Yes, I didn't expect this. I take it for granted that everyone who competes for "Swordsman's Trick" is a bad guy, and I am really ashamed to misunderstand some of the good guys. ”

Jing Zhuang smiled indifferently and said, "That's nothing." Those who really care about the safety of martial arts are not less misunderstood by others, and they are not afraid that others will misunderstand them. Seeing that the master was calm and light-hearted, as if he was used to being misunderstood, Changsun Qi couldn't help but think that the master must also be one of those people who really cared about the safety of martial arts, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.

Jing Zhuang paused, and then said: "Ten years ago, "Swordsman's Technique" appeared in the rivers and lakes again. After several rounds as a teacher, he finally learned that "Swordsman Jue" had fallen into the hands of the Demon Sect. ”

Eldest Sun Qi said, "What is the Demon Sect?"

Jing Zhuang said: "The Demon Sect is not a thing, it is an evil organization that has emerged in recent years, acting secretively, specializing in harming chivalrous people in the rivers and lakes. ”

Changsun Qi said: "It turns out that the Demon Sect is the cult mentioned in the book, and the Sword Hero Jue falls into the hands of the cult, which is very inappropriate. Hey, master, where did the copy of "Swordsman's Formula" in your hand come from?"

The eldest grandson lay on the horse's back, looking at the world dozens of zhang away.

The night wind was fierce and cold, and he tensed his body, and the wind like a knife slapped his half-foot green shirt in the wind, making a sound like a big river. In the midst of the uproar, the fallen leaves are rustling, and all kinds of things in the past are pouring into my heart.

The vastness is not easy, and life is lost in an instant.

"After this mountain, you are one of the few people at the top of the world's martial arts!"

The north wind was howling, and the pride and excitement of the master back then came faintly, he took out the wine jug on his waist, shook it, raised his head and drank two sips, and then threw it forward.

The white horse leaped forward, raised its head to take the gushing sweetness, and after a jubilant neigh, the shriveled leather pot fell on the cold tartar, splashing wisps of dust!

The horse runs wildly, time rushes like a tide between the corners of its open and closed eyes, its blood is like a fire and yellow, the night is dull, only by galloping bravely can it show the wanton ocean of life, it has a high-spirited upward force.

The hard hooves of the horses trampled on the deserted field, making a rapid and far-reaching sound, which sounded like a drum like thunder, and then disappeared in a flash.

After Jing Zhuang rushed through the acupuncture channel, he looked at Changsun Qi, who was sleeping soundly with his head tilted, and the tears in his eyes fell.

The day slowly rises and falls rapidly, and the time of the day is as difficult to turn back as the flowing water in front of the door.

He sat by the door for more than a month, knowing that he would never come back.

Before leaving, the eldest grandson told him that if he did not return within 15 days, he should not wait.

"You can go to Bazhou to find Guo Huai, he will protect your safety. ”

After the eldest grandson Gongming finished saying this, he looked at him with green eyebrows and slowly closed the door.

After Jingzhuang packed his bags, he stood alone in the courtyard, the small tree in the courtyard shook gently, it was rooted in the ground, looking up at the blue sky, but it could not escape the lightness of the wind.

Jingzhuang paused under the tree for a long time, recalling the time when he planted trees side by side in the past, and suddenly felt that the past was like a dream. People walk independently in the great world, and everything they go through is met and departed. The difference between before and after is like you shouting at the hollow and then hearing a brief echo.

He stood under the tree with his hands down, and when he heard the cry of the eldest grandson, he returned to the inner room in a distraction, but saw the little him lying on the bed, stretching out his hands and kicking his little feet, with a rude expression but tears hanging from his eyes! He picked him up and rubbed him tightly with his cheek, and the tears slid down on the futon, turning from warm to cold.

Before leaving, he buried the guqin under the tree, and when the door was closed, it made a "squeak" sound, as if to say goodbye. He pulled Changsun Qi to pause, and then left in silence.

A few months later, in a remote rural area, he bought a dilapidated mud house from an old couple at the foot of the mountain.

The house is located in the village, there are few people around, the old man and the old lady are almost old, although the hair is gray, but the body is still hard, the two sold the earthen house, put the donkey that they have fed for more than ten years on the cart, and drove to the north.

The north is the old man's home, he fled the famine in his early years and came to the south, and finally said that he was already the old woman's daughter-in-law, and set out on the journey again as he went out decades ago.

Last time it was to step on the sea and raise waves, this time it is to return to the roots.

The house was originally reclaimed by the old man decades ago, and the surrounding area is surrounded by tall trees and dense forests, and the place is extremely remote.

After Jingzhuang cleaned up, he looked at Changsun Qi who was squatting on the ground smiling and playing with mud, and felt infinite nostalgia in his heart, at this time he no longer had any thoughts inside or outside his life, and his only thought was to bring Changsun Qi up.

At the daytime market, he went to the town to buy a loom and some books, and when he had learned how to weave, he closed the door of his house, and taught Sun Qi to practice swords and read when there was light, and weave with oil lamps at night.

At the end of the month, he would take the coarse cloth he had woven to the town market for some money to buy rice and flour. Every time before going out, he smeared the ashes of the pot on his face, and dressed himself as a rough and despicable woman, so as not to cause trouble.

Jingzhuang inherited Emei, and left the division because he met the fame of the eldest grandson, because he did not practice the supreme swordsmanship of Emei, and the kung fu on the Emei sword canon, and the inner strength of Emei can not be passed on to the disciples of Emei's own school, so he can only give some basic kung fu of Emei to Changsun Qi.