Qingyun's family has undergone great changes, the grief is too great, and his brain has become numb, and he only walks aimlessly along the avenue, the word "Wudang", he has grown so big It is the first time to hear the eldest sister say it, but he still remembers it firmly.

He only roughly heard the eldest sister Xiumei say what kind of sect "Wudang" is, where it is, and how to get there, and his mind is blank.

He asked when he met people, and among the people who asked, there were those who knew and those who didn't know, and some well-wishers who knew told him that Wudang was in Hubei Province, and it was a thousand miles away from here, and as long as he kept going south, he could reach it.

He remembered what had been told to him and went south. When he was hungry, he picked some wild fruits and mushrooms in the mountains to satisfy his hunger, but he couldn't pick them, so he begged from the people on the roadside, and the villagers saw that his clothes were tattered and his clothes were stained with blood, and they were very pitiful, and most of them would give him some food and a few silver coins. If you are sleepy, you can deal with it casually in the eaves of the mountain pass.

was so hungry and thirsty, sleeping in the open, and experienced endless suffering along the way, but there was a belief in my heart: "When I arrived in Wudang, I found someone surnamed Tang and avenged my family and relatives!" I don't know how many times, when his young body was about to be unable to support it, but when he thought of his eldest sister's dying entrustment, remembered the dripping blood and the tragic death of his father, he gritted his teeth and continued to move forward. Finally crossed Henan from Hebei to Hubei.

When I arrived in Hubei, when I asked about Wudang Mountain, everyone knew it. He quickly found the road to Wudang Mountain, and then ran wildly along the road to Wudang Mountain.

He just wanted to rush to Wudang Mountain as quickly as possible, and he walked non-stop for three days and three nights, hungry to eat the dry food he wanted to come, and thirsty to drink mountain spring water. On the fourth day, he arrived in Wudang County and saw the tall and beautiful Wudang Mountain from afar.

His mood was excited, and he stepped up his itinerary, and when he arrived in front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, the fatigue, weakness, and hunger that had been suppressed in his body for more than two months finally rushed up, and he fainted on the bluestone steps of the mountain gate.

When Zhou Qingyun woke up, he found himself lying on the bed. He turned over his bones, lifted the futon, and saw that he had changed into a clean coarse cloth clothes, he suddenly remembered the "infatuated little arrow", reached out to touch it in his arms, and the hard erection was still there, his heart settled down, looked around, and saw that although the room was simple, it was simple and elegant, and there was a Pisces Taiji figure hanging on the wall, and there were two incense sticks lit in the incense burner on the table, and the curling green smoke exuded a refreshing fragrance.

Xiao Qingyun perked up, got out of bed, and put on his shoes. Just about to go out, I heard the door "squeak" open and two people walked in. Walking in front was an elder dressed in a Taoist robe with a fluttering white beard, looking like a fairy and a kind smile. Behind him was a young Taoist priest in his thirties.

When the white-bearded Taoist leader saw Zhou Qingyun, he asked with a smile, "Child, are you awake, are you hungry?" Zhou Qingyun felt hungry after being reminded by him, so he nodded.

The Taoist chief turned back to the young Taoist priest and said, "Yuhe, you go to the kitchen and tell them to prepare something delicious for the child, be quick." The young Taoist priest answered yes and turned around and went out.

Xiao Qingyun stared at the Dao Elder for a while, and asked, "Grandpa, who are you? Is this Wudang Mountain, why am I here?, did you save me?" He asked a few questions in a row, and the Dao Elder laughed and said, "You kid, you are too anxious." This is Wudang Mountain, today at noon, the disciples of the sect saw you faint in front of the mountain gate, so they carried you back, fortunately you were too tired and hungry, so you fainted, nothing serious. My Dao name is Yushu, and I am the host of the Wudang faction. ”

When Zhou Qingyun heard that this elder was the Daoist of Yushu, he knelt down in front of him with a "plop", tears gushed down, and cried: "Daoist, I can be regarded as seeing you." "Bang bang" kowtow as he spoke.

Yushu hurriedly helped him up, and the two sat down on the edge of the bed. Yushu waited for him to stop crying, and then asked softly, "Child, you came to me." Who told you to come to me, what is your name, and where are you from?" Qingyun burst into tears and laughed: "Dao Chief, you are more anxious than me, and you ask me so many questions in one breath?" Yushu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

Qingyun saw that he was so amiable, and the initial nervousness disappeared, so he told the great changes that had happened in the family in 1510, but he remembered the words of the eldest sister Xiumei, and omitted the man surnamed Tang, only said that a group of Qing soldiers of unknown origin suddenly broke into the house on the wedding night of the eldest sister and killed all relatives and friends, including Zhang Ziyang.

When it comes to deep hatred, he shed tears as he spoke, and Daoist Yushu also sighed when he heard it, and when he heard the heartache, he scolded Tartar for being too vicious. Qingyun finally took out the "infatuation arrow" from his arms and said: "This is what Mr. Zhang gave me on his deathbed, and he ordered me to come to Wudang to find you, the Taoist chief." He was afraid of revealing flaws, so he thought about it on the way in advance and directly said that Zhang Ziyang asked him to go to Wudang, and practiced many times, he was young, Yushu guessed that he couldn't make up and couldn't make up these many stories, so he didn't have any doubts.

Yushu took the small arrow in his hand, looked at it for a while, and sighed: "Brother Ziyang and I are also old acquaintances, we are both former ministers of the Ming Dynasty, and we all have the same ambitions. I haven't seen him for more than ten years, but I didn't expect to die in the hands of the Tartars, and it is not in vain that he can think of me, an old friend, on his deathbed. When the disciples of the sect helped you change the dirty clothes on your body, and saw the blood stains on the clothes, and also found this small arrow, I concluded that you must have a background, and sure enough, alas. ”

He was stunned for a moment, as if he was mourning for his old friend, and he was also sad and sad that Qingyun had such an encounter at a young age. Then he returned the small arrow to Qingyun's hand, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, this is a relic left to you by Mr. Zhang, you put it away and keep it well." From today on, you will stay in Wudang, and the people in the faction will take good care of you. As for your deep hatred, when you grow up and learn martial arts, let's go to Tartar together to settle this account. Okay, okay?"

Qingyun has not had anyone treat him so well in the past few months, and the kindness and kindness of Daoist Yushu have reborn the long-lost family affection, and he choked up and nodded and said, "Thank you, Daoist." ”

At this time, the young Taoist priest brought in the hot noodles and steamed buns, and said to Qingyun: "Eat it while it's hot, I ordered the kitchen to just make it." Qingyun was already very hungry, so he was no longer polite, sat down at the table, and ate in a hurry. Yushu and the two smiled as they watched him finish eating all the things he brought, and the young Taoist priest asked, "Are you full, don't you do it again?" Qingyun stretched out his sleeves and wiped his lips, and said, "Thank you, you're already full." ”

Yushu then pointed to the young Taoist priest and said to Qingyun: "This is my eldest apprentice Xun Yuhe. Qingyun stood up, bowed to Xun Yuhe, and said, "Xun Dao is good!" Yushu smiled: "Yuhe, this child's name is Zhou Qingyun, his background is very pitiful, in the future, you will accept him as an apprentice and teach him well." ”