Li Qingshi looked at the night sky with his eyes and said leisurely: "I don't know who this person is?" Uncle Gao said that he didn't want me to hurt more lives that day, but the four tigers in the southeast are not good people, so they will kill if they kill them. He had already noticed that the man was hiding nearby, and he didn't dare to make a rash move. I was suddenly hit by a hidden weapon and was taken away by that person, Uncle Gao chased after him, the man was very light, he held me horizontally, and Uncle Gao chased me for more than ten miles before catching up. Seeing that he couldn't escape, the man put me on the ground, put his palms together and said, 'Amitabha, why is the donor so hard pressing!' ”

Lin Gongyu was surprised: "Is it a monk?"

Li Qingshi nodded and said, "Uncle Gao said, 'This master, please leave him behind, I won't embarrass you.'" The young monk shouted another Buddha horn, and suddenly made a move to fight with Uncle Gao. When he saw that Uncle Gao was also using the martial arts of the Shangqing School, he realized that it was my fellow disciple, so he immediately stopped fighting, stepped back, and said, "Amitabha! He finished and left. Uncle Gao checked my injuries and took a lot of effort to take out the steel needles as thin as cow's hair, but fortunately they did not hurt the vital point, and Uncle Gao used exercises to heal my injuries for seven days, and my life was saved. Later, near the death day of your parents, Uncle Gao put me in a grass hut on a nearby mountain peak to recuperate, and he came back to take care of me after the sacrifice of your parents, and did not leave until my injuries were healed. ”

Lin Gongyu asked, "Where did Uncle Gao go?"

Li Qingshi didn't hear it, Lin Gongyu saw that he looked confused, and said that he was sleepy, but he didn't know that Li Qingshi was thinking about what happened when he was recuperating from his injuries on the mountain at this time, so he didn't want Lin Gongyu to arrive, so he skipped it and didn't mention it. But in his heart, it has always been an unsolvable doubt.

It turned out that Gao Qi was going to pay tribute to Lin Gongyu's parents, and he prepared half a month's worth of dry food and water for Li Qingshi before leaving. Although Li Qingshi was injured, it was okay to take care of his diet and daily life. Gao Qi was afraid that he would be bored, so he left him a few books, along with pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

When Li Qingshi was bored, he read for fun, and when he read good words and sentences, he would write them on paper. One morning, he woke up to a bowl of ginseng and chicken soup on a wooden table. He was suspicious in his heart, although he was injured, his martial arts cultivation was still there, someone put chicken soup on the table, but he didn't know that this person's martial arts must be much higher than his own. He touched the soup bowl, there was still residual warmth, and the person who delivered the soup was obviously not long in it, Li Qingshi secretly thought: "If it is Uncle Gao, he will definitely not avoid it, even if he doesn't want to wake me up, he will definitely leave a book with me." He looked at the table where the pen and paper were placed, Li Qingshi was very careful, if something touched him, it would definitely not escape his eyes, only to see that the pen and paper had not moved, but the stack of paper he had written had been turned over.

He picked it up and looked at it carefully a few times, and found that there was only one missing, and the paper was written with the words "Pingshui Meet, Guests from Other Places", which was when he was looking at the "Tang Poetry Anthology" the day before yesterday, and read Wang Bo's "Autumn Denghong Mansion Tengwang Pavilion Farewell Preface", and wrote with feelings, but I didn't know what was the use of taking people away.

For several days in a row, Li Qingshi woke up every day, there was a bowl of ginseng chicken soup on the table, he knew that the chicken soup would never be poisonous, and it would be easy for that person to take his life, so as not to go to such great lengths, but he didn't drink a sip of anger.

The more Li Qingshi thought about it, the more confused he became, and that night he made up his mind that even if he stayed awake all night, he would wait until dawn to catch the person who delivered the soup. He lay on the bed and pretended to sleep, and the closer he approached the dawn, the more sleepy he became, and in his drowsiness he felt that someone had entered the hut, and he wanted to jump up and catch the man, but he saw a figure flashing, and a figure rushed out, and he saw only a gray corner of his clothes. His injuries had not yet healed, and he had only chased out of the house, but there was still a figure of anyone anywhere. Since then, the man has never delivered chicken soup.

When Gao Qi came back, Li Qingshi asked, "Uncle Gao, is the monk who saved me wearing a gray monk's robe?"

Gao Qi said: "Yes, looking at the number of his martial artists, it doesn't look like the martial arts of Buddhism, but I don't know what kind of sect it is." ”

Although Li Qingshi faintly felt that the person who brought him soup was the monk who saved him, he had not seen the face of that person clearly, nor had he seen the monk, so naturally he had no way of knowing. Over the past year or so, he has encountered many strange things, and now that he thinks about it, it seems that they are all related to this monk. Suffering from not being able to find him, I couldn't help but be depressed.

Li Qingshi met Lin Gongyu again this time, he was very happy, but his family was ruined when he was young, and his personality changed greatly, and then followed by Gao Qi, Gao Qi was frustrated in love, and he was depressed for half his life.

At this time, it was ugly, and there were a few roosters crowing in the distance, and after a while, another rooster crowed. Lin Gongyu saw that Li Qingshi was lying on his lap and fell asleep, so he also closed his eyes and recuperated.

When Lin Gongyu woke up, the sky was already slightly bright, and he saw himself leaning against a tree, covered with Li Qingshi's coat. He looked around and saw Li Qingshi washing his face by the river not far away. Lin Gongyu walked over, waited for Li Qingshi to straighten up, and put on his coat for him.

Li Qingshi said: "You are awake." As he spoke, he wiped his face with the handkerchief in his hand. Both of them learned the martial arts of the Shangqing faction, so they followed the rules of the Shangqing sect and crossed their knees by the river to practice Xuangong.

An hour later, the two of them introduced their breath into the dantian and completed their work. Standing up, Li Qingshi said: "When I was a child, your martial arts were not as good as mine, I don't know if after ten years, what magical martial arts did the Lingxu Dao Master pass on to you, let's compare and compare?"

Lin Gongyu said with a smile: "You and I have learned the same, I have been delayed for five or six years due to cold poison, and I must be inferior to you." ”

Li Qingshi said: "That's only known after a while." ”

Li Qingshi slapped Lin Gongyu as he spoke, and Lin Gongyu turned sideways to avoid it. The two of them each picked up a branch on the ground and unfolded the Shangqing sword technique. The same swordsmanship used by the two of them is not so much a test of martial arts, but rather a practice of senior brothers and sisters, every move and style is exactly the same, the pace is the same, and it is neat. Compared with the swordsmanship, the two of them abandoned the branches and switched to the palm, although the palm technique was the same, but Li Qingshi was experienced in facing the enemy, and after more than ten moves, if he hadn't intentionally allowed it, Lin Gongyu would have already been palmed.

Lin Gongyu suddenly changed his move, used the Five Dragons to control the crane palm, and slapped his hands at Li Qingshi. Li Qingshi saw that this palm technique was obviously the martial arts of the Shangqing faction, but even Gao Qi couldn't make it, and when he saw that this palm technique was profound and mysterious, he couldn't help but see the joy of hunting.

Li Qingshi said with a smile: "I don't know how to do this way." Sure enough, Lingxu Zhenren passed on your brilliant martial arts!" As soon as his palm met Lin Gongyu's palm, he noticed that his internal strength was different, and he couldn't help but sigh, and continued: "Your internal strength... It's weird. The two of them collided with internal force, each took two steps back, and then stood still.

Lin Gongyu said with a smile: "Brother Qing Shi's martial arts are clever, and the younger brother is willing to bow down." ”

Li Qingshi said: "Your kung fu is much better than what I have learned, and in another year and a half, I will not be your opponent." ”