Ying Tian grew up in the rain, and he didn't breathe so smoothly in this life.

This is the first time in his life that he has made an unrestrained move. In the past, in the face of ordinary people, Ying Tianchang always restrained himself from making a move, for fear that he would kill others with one punch, so most of them were Lu Chunyu who went to do chivalrous deeds, and later met some demons or unusual people, and there were buns to solve it in one bite, and there was no chance to do it.

So in the past, this was a long shackle that restricted his movements.

Baozi ran over in three or two steps, climbed up Ying Tianchang's chest and jumped, splashing on the boy's face, which made the smile on the boy's face brighter and brighter.

"The bad old man in the Moshu Pavilion must have told you, and now the time of the Sanssouci Cliff at dusk every day can be counted as me. Huang Xingcun said.

"Mr. Huang, how am I doing?" Ying Tianchang still didn't get up.

Huang Xingcun was also drenched in the rain, and his clothes were all soaked, he sat down next to Ying Tianchang and said: "The foundation is good, there should be a master to help you survive in the early years, but although you have been refining some postures later, in general, it is still deserted." ”

"What about Gu Qingrang?"

"He's not known for his physique. Huang Xingcun said.

"He said he wasn't good at punching?"

"He's a knife practitioner. Huang Xingcun's mouth grinned in an arc, in Ying Tianchang's eyes, this should not be a smile. Huang Xingcun said: "You don't need to compare with him, in martial arts, Gu Xiaozi is talented and willing to work hard, plus his cheap master, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the pride of the heavens in the rivers and lakes today." ”

"If Gu Qingrang went out of the academy to go to the rivers and lakes, few of the famous juniors among the young generation in the Central Plains are his opponents. When it comes to using knives, even if he is an old man who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, when he meets Gu Xiaozi, he can only say that he is unlucky. ”

It can be heard that even if he is in the academy, Huang Xingcun's heart still remains on the rivers and lakes. Ying Tianchang suddenly wanted to know the story of this old-timer who suddenly retired from the rivers and lakes. The young man remembered that when he first heard the rotten orange tell the legend of the rivers and lakes, his face was full of impatience, but now he was a little curious.

"But I want to beat him up. Ying Tianchang sat up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and the rain on his face.

The bun slid from his chest to his thighs.

Huang Xingcun shook his head, he stood up, his back facing the sky, and then slammed his fist into the sky.

Ying Tianchang's eyes widened, and he saw all the raindrops around him, because of Huang Xingcun's punch, they burst again in the process of falling, exploding countless smaller and denser splashes, and following the fist momentum, they climbed up and down until they reached the sky.

Huang Xingcun withdrew his fist, and the countless splashes that exploded fell down. The splashes hit me like waves crashing on the shore.

"Why is that?" asked Ying Tianchang.

Huang Xingcun didn't speak, and when he punched out, all the falling raindrops stopped, and after the punch came out, the rain curtain rose and retreated, and gradually flew into the sky. After the fist was gone, the raindrops fell again,

The autumn rain was as usual, and Huang Xingcun stood in the rain curtain like a silk line, and said: "The bald monk of Buddhism believes in a sentence, which is called the birth of each other, and we Jianghu people punch and sword or something, which is also the truth." ”

"The first punch is your current state of mind. ”

"The second punch is that I want you to see the difference. ”

Ying Tianchang thoughtfully.

"Gu Xiaozi doesn't lack anything, but he lacks a sense of heart. This is Gu Qingrang's advantage, but also his disadvantage. And you, however, are too much. Huang Xingcun said, "It's not that you're wrong, but I want you to better understand how to punch." ”

"There is also a digression, if you make your last punch, the unsuspecting Gu Qingrang will be seriously injured. ”

Huang Xingcun left after speaking, and came and went in a chic manner. Ying Tianchang was immersed in his words, not because of Huang Xingcun's punch, nor because of what he said, "What should I do when I punch", just because of one sentence, Gu Qingrang would be seriously injured.

This is a result that Ying Tianchang never imagined. The punch he tried to use at the end was one of the three boxing moves that the old bald head had taught him, and Ying Tianchang felt that with his current strength, it was just a luxury to let Gu Qing let him hang up the heavy color.

Ying Tianchang turned his head to look at the rain in the sky, flying like butterflies in the wind.

That's nice.

Ying Tianchang grinned, inexplicable.

After Huang Xing Village left, the Bull Demon Qinghuang cautiously approached Ying Tianchang, who was sitting in place and had never moved his position. He had an umbrella from nowhere in his hand and a pair in his arms.

Qinghuang handed the umbrella in his arms to Ying Tianchang, who shook his head and refused.

"It's good to rain for a while. Ying Tianchang said.

Qinghuang tilted his head: "You like rain?"

Ying Tianchang thought that it should be like this, so he nodded. I'd rather be soaked in the rain than in the scorching sun. Compared to the warmth and heat, the cold is more acceptable. Ying Tianchang doesn't know why, maybe he's a freak. Maybe, just maybe, Ying Tianchang once thought that warmth can only be felt by others who give it, and the cold only belongs to himself. Therefore, compared to warmth, a person's coldness will make people feel real.

It's just that Ying Tianchang didn't expect Qinghuang to put away his umbrella and squat in the rain.

Ying Tianchang looked at the tail of the ox hanging on the ground, and didn't know what to say.

"You just drew with Gu Qingrang!" Qinghuang's expression was far more excited than Ying Tianchang's own.

Ying Tianchang rubbed his cheeks, trying to better understand this touch of truth. He said: "It's not a tie, I was beaten by him and vomited blood." ”

"But you also smashed him into the dirt. Qinghuang didn't care about Ying Tianchang's argument for himself, he pointed to the big pit left by Gu Qingrang, "His clothes are full of dirt, few people can make him so embarrassed!"

Ying Tianchang felt helpless, so he didn't say anything, he thought about going to the Sanssouci Cliff to see the ink book pavilion tonight.

I don't know how long this autumn rain will take.

Ying Tianchang took the bun away from his thigh, supporting his green shoulders, and Ying Tianchang stood up.

The moment he got up, it was a whirling feeling, and Ying Tianchang almost fell to the ground again.

Qinghuang hurriedly helped Ying Tianchang.

This time, Ying Tianchang did not recklessly and let Qinghuang support him.

"Are you hungry? Let's go get something to eat. Qinghuang said.

There was a constant "Wang" from the bun under his feet, Ying Tianchang smiled, for the bun, there is nothing more attractive than eating. Rubbing his back, which was still in pain, Ying Tianchang said, "Okay." ”

If you don't eat enough, the devil knows what kind of terrible destruction you will be subjected to when you go to Sanssouci Cliff later. Due to the practical teaching of young and old drunkards, today's Ying Tianchang has some irrepressible fear of this kind of thing. Although he knew that not everyone was as unkind as an old drunkard, and not all practical training was so torturous, it was useless to know what he knew.

Due to Qinghuang's insistence, Ying Tianchang did not go to Qingjiafang to eat.

One person, one demon plus buns, found a nearby pavilion.

Qinghuang let Ying Tianchang rest, went to buy some food, and left with an umbrella. Originally, Qinghuang still had an umbrella in his arms and stayed in the pavilion.

Ying Tianchang sighed at the generosity and kindness of this honest bull demon.

Just staying in the pavilion, Ying Tianchang couldn't help but think of the dilapidated pavilion when he met Chen Lin'an. It's just that now the gazebo where I am is is intact and exquisite, even if the autumn rain is like silk, it will not leak a drop of rain.

Ying Tianchang stretched his wet hand out of the gazebo and plunged into the rain again. He slowly flipped his palm, as if stroking the autumn rain, caressing the autumn sun, and what echoed in his mind was Chen Lin'an's spring breeze and spring rain.

Ying Tianchang thought, now he finally has friends other than rotten oranges.

Qinghuang goes fast and comes back quickly.

The food was still the same as at noon, and when the buns pounced on the food, Ying Tianchang had already taken a few pieces of dry food pastry to the side of the pavilion and slowly nibbled them.

Qinghuang sat beside him and ate fruit, Ying Tianchang was silent, but he was talking.

Tell interesting things about the academy, talk about the practice of monsters, and talk about the world.

In Ying Tianchang's eyes, this is Qinghuang's curiosity about people.

Why can't people try to understand a life different from themselves like Qinghuang? Respect for God, fear of ghosts, fear of demons, and this seems to never change. Even if someone is ascended to heaven, in the eyes of everyone, he is no longer human. But why?

Ying Tianchang took his eyes off Qinghuang and cast his gaze on the distant sky, where the darkness was like the dust of the land. Think about it, how many monsters are there like Qinghuang, he is a green bull spirit, if it is a tiger demon, it may be different.

Zi Feiyu, Ying Tianchang felt that what he said was right, so he could only take care of himself. When one's own behavior is right and wrong in line with one's own cognition, the right and wrong of others has nothing to do with oneself, and perhaps this can make oneself have a clear conscience.

With a clear conscience, Ying Tianchang silently recited this sentence again in his heart.

The autumn rain still hasn't stopped.

Ying Tianchang held the umbrella given to him by Qinghuang, took the bun, and walked towards Sanssouci Cliff.

In fact, I was already soaking wet, so there was no need to hold an umbrella. But looking at the bull demon's green and silly face, Ying Tianchang thought that it was better for him to hold an umbrella.

Sanssouci Cliff.

Moshuting stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind and rain lingered, he did not wear a hat, did not wear a robe, did not hold an umbrella, a Confucian robe, in the rain, not dripping.

Ying Tianchang came slowly with an umbrella.

"The purpose of allowing you to practice here is to release the things that are suppressed in your heart. You don't have to keep your hands or keep your hands, what's the use, I will also be like in the study during the day, hooking your heart and waves, but ensuring that your every action contains emotions. Moshuting didn't look back.

Ying Tianchang looked at his back, and the young man pursed his lips, feeling unsettled in his heart.

This would be his first glimpse of a Confucian monk.

The clothes were not stained with rain, and the young man remembered the rain in Chang'an, and the corners of Chen Lin'an's clothes were soaked.

"You have to face everything you will encounter here with murderous intent, otherwise it can't be called a real battle. Moshuting stretched out his hand, like picking a fruit, and took out a drop of raindrop from the rain, "It is not only a practice, but also a cultivation of the mind, and it is also to prevent you from going mad in the future." ”

"It's hard to say about human nature. ”

Moshuting threw the raindrops in his hand at the boy.

Ying Tianchang threw away the umbrella in his hand, and there was shock in his eyes.

There is also fear.