Yun Zhilan heard Hu Nianzhi say this, the heart that has been hanging in his heart is a little lower, he has been very scared in his heart in the past few days, very afraid that one day, Hu Nianzhi suddenly appeared in front of him, and then in the name of Tianxingdao slapped him, although he is a thief who is hated by people on the rivers and lakes, but only he knows that from childhood to adulthood, although he is a thief, but he has never stolen a copper coin from a poor person, let alone disregarded human life and done something that hurts heaven and reason. Although he has the reputation of "ghost thief" on the rivers and lakes, what he does can hardly be called a ghost word. ”

"To say that this Yun Zhilan is not a famous teacher, but also a disciple who came out of the Jianghu sect, he was originally the youngest disciple of the Yunding Mountain Xiaoyao School, since he was a child, he grew up in this Yunding Mountain, the Xiaoyao School is one of the few hidden sects on the rivers and lakes, there are few disciples of the sect, the disciples of this sect are extremely mysterious, according to Brother Yun, the place where this sect is located is located on the top of the mountain, this peak is very high, surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, it is the place where the pre-Qin Qi practitioners live in seclusion, and the patriarch of the sect calls himself a Xiaoyao Sanren, and is a famous Qi training master in the pre-Qin period。 ”

Every ten years, the disciples of the sect go down the mountain to find a son with an immortal root, and it must be a boy born less than 100 days old. The practice of this carefree school pays attention to the unity of heaven and man, practicing qi and meditating every day, paying attention to a selfless realm where the heart is like stopping water, all of them are outdoor masters who cultivate their minds, and the disciples of the Xiaoyao school are all indifferent to fame and fortune, and they are most concerned about the state of gravity, although the disciples in the door are very high in martial arts, but they are unwilling to go out of the mountain, and believe in the purpose of the school of self-cultivation and cultivation. ”

"Helplessly, this thief Yun Zhilan is an outlier in this free school, he has been wandering in this Yunding Mountain since he was a child, and he practices martial arts every day, but he rarely meditates and practices qi, although his martial arts are high, but he is not treated by people in the same door, since he was a child, this Yun Zhilan is different from his peers, and his mind is very lively, and he always pesters those who have gone down the mountain to tell stories about the world of flowers outside the mountain, he will not be as obedient as other children, but he is very stubborn. ”

"Each generation of disciples of the Xiaoyao faction is ten years apart, passed to his generation, is the "of" word generation, the sect is built on the top of Yunding Mountain, so the Xiaoyao people are surnamed Yun, everyone in the door is practicing the same exercises, all of them are as light as a swallow, and a light skill is enough to be proud of the rivers and lakes. ”

"When Yun Zhilan was twenty years old, the trip down the mountain once every ten years of the Xiaoyao faction came again as scheduled, and the thirty-year-old people of the Xiaoyao faction would take three twenty-year-old people down the mountain together, and traveled all over the states of the Central Plains, looking for successors, Yun Zhilan did not follow the rules of the Xiaoyao Gate, and secretly followed them down the mountain, the Xiaoyao people grew up in the mountains since they were children, they did not know the world, they had a body of martial arts but had no scheming, Yun Zhilan was different from other people of the Xiaoyao School, after he secretly went down the mountain, he quickly integrated into this river and lake. ”

After leaving Yunding Mountain, Yun Zhilan indulged in the prosperity of the world, he had no silver on him, and even eating was a problem at the beginning, and he could only live with some beggars every day, he never revealed that he knew martial arts, and begged for food with these beggars every day, and soon he understood the world outside the mountain. ”

"For a long time at the beginning, Yun Zhilan acted in accordance with the rules of the free school, and lived by begging every day, and by chance, he got acquainted with a group of artists who walked the rivers and lakes, and he was soon fascinated by their performances when he had never seen these tricks since he was a child, and then Yun Zhilan showed them his superb martial arts. ”

In this way, Yun Zhilan, who had just entered the rivers and lakes, was no longer just a beggar, he became an artist who ran the rivers and lakes, and the old man met him here, at that time the two of us were of the same age, and soon became friends, we lived together in this acrobatic troupe that made a living by performing acrobatics, although we were nominally an acrobatic troupe running the rivers and lakes, but in fact it was indeed a group of thieves. ”

"At that time, the class master took a fancy to Yun Zhilan's light skills and agreed to him to become our companion, our acrobatic troupe traveled north and south, performing some colorful tricks in the city during the day, and turned into a gentleman on the beam at night, specializing in emptying the dirty wealth looted by those corrupt businessmen and evil officials. ”

"That time is really nostalgic, we have walked through many mountains and rivers together, everywhere we go with the stolen ill-gotten wealth to give to the poor, sometimes big bowls of wine, eat meat, although we are eating and sleeping on weekdays, are in a hurry, but the life is really leisurely. ”

"However, the world is impermanent, and the things we did were finally found out by the government, and our wanted notices began to be all over Kyushu, and the class master had no choice but to disband everyone, and our group had to go their separate ways. ”

"Yun Zhilan began to create the rivers and lakes originally, his martial arts are enough for him to survive on the rivers and lakes, we were separated for about three months, and the rivers and lakes have the name of "ghost thief" Yun Zhilan! The companions who were with us in the past to rob the rich and help the poor are now scattered all over the rivers and lakes, and they all have their own names, but they have also broken off contact over the years, and their relationship with each other has faded a lot! I really miss the friendship of sheltering from the wind and rain together, climbing mountains and wading through rivers in those years!" When the old shopkeeper Situ said this, his eyes suddenly moistened, and he hurriedly wiped away the tears left from the corners of his eyes with his clothes. He is in his fifties this year, and he doesn't know how many old guys are left who ate meat and drank wine together and talked and laughed at the rivers and lakes. It's really sad at the moment!

"Don't be sad, old-timers, when I was young, the master would always tell me about the happy days when you were together in the wanton rivers and lakes! Before he passed away, one of the things I regretted the most was not being able to drink a pot of good wine with you again. After the master said this, he couldn't control his emotions for a while, he recalled the scene before the death of the master ancestor immortal, although the master was a disciple of the previous generation of the head of the Tang Sect who brought back the sect, but after the entry, he has been living with the master and the ancestor, and the friendship between them has long surpassed the ordinary master-apprentice relationship, more like the kind of emotion between father and son. The eight-sided flying ape touched the scene, and finally couldn't control his emotions, and he also cried!

Uncle Boli and Grandma saw that their brother, who had always been strong, shed tears, and did not know what was going on. The wind and snow outside the house were getting heavier and heavier, the sky was getting darker, and a north wind blew open the wooden door of the post station, and a puff of cold air drifted in. It looks like it's fogging.