Outside the border city, bluestone thatch, lonely deep courtyard, peerless people's homes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

One day, ten days, one hundred days, and a year pass slowly, and a year is enough to dilute all the goodness, so it's time to get tired of it after a year.

However, there was no trace of tiredness on the faces of Wen Yunfeng's family of three, they were busy and busy, Wen Yunfeng fulfilled his promise, and the open space was already full of flowers and vegetables, and the hand holding the sword was still sharp, but he no longer saw the murderous sword, only a sweaty but happy hoe.

Where there is Wen Yunfeng, there is happiness and joy, so Lan Lin does not feel tired at all, here Wen Yunfeng only belongs to their mother and son, and Wen Yunfeng's heart will no longer have ties and rivers and lakes.

On this day, the rice and noodles at home are about to run out, and perhaps only at this time will Wen Yunfeng leave here to go to the border city to buy some daily necessities.

Walking on the streets of the border city, looking at the bustling flow of people coming and going, for a moment Wen Yunfeng felt that he had completely derailed the world, even if it was such a remote and desolate border city, he would still feel too noisy and noisy. When people hate a thing to the extreme, they look at their hearts and have infinite desires, but they choose to escape when they know that they can't control it.

Walking aimlessly to the noisy street of the border city, it was noon when the pedestrians on the street suddenly flocked to a place, which was a street extending next to this street, this street was not wide or too long, but at a glance there was no end in sight, because at the end there was no other way to see anything but the crowd.

There was a loft in the middle of the crowd, and a few words were vaguely engraved on the attic. In the spirit of curiosity, Wen Yunfeng stepped forward, he was not a curious person, but after people return to the basics, they will always stimulate some emotions in the depths of their hearts, curiosity is an emotion that will never be erased in the depths of human nature!

Slowly approaching the crowd and slowly approaching the attic, Wen Yunfeng finally saw clearly that the wooden plaque on the edge of the attic was clearly engraved with the words "Beigu Hero Building".

When he was in the Central Plains, some people called Wen Yunfeng the ancestor of the Beigu sword, and when he saw the word "Beigu" again here, he inevitably had some complicated emotions in his heart. In a sense, the word "Beigu" may not refer to the pursuit of paradise by those lonely heroes, but for Wen Yunfeng, the word "Beigu" should just be a memory, a memory that cannot be regretted or copied.

Unconsciously, Wen Yunfeng had already come to the crowd, Wen Yunfeng was not tall, so he quickly drowned in the crowd.

Above the attic was a gray-haired old man, his hands trembling as he flipped open the scroll on the bookcase in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he spoke very slowly, just to make sure that every word was clearly heard by the people below, and the crowd was quiet, and it was certain that they were all listening quite carefully.

It is not surprising that storytellers are all over the world, and it is not surprising that the old storyteller is rare, because he is sure that he is too old and old to dare not guess his age.

The old man is telling some big people, such as what Huo Quai, what Wei Qing has the story of Yue Fei in modern times, these are some big heroes who defend the family and the country, it can be seen that the old man also has a heroic dream of serving the mountains and rivers in his heart, and now he is sitting here telling stories to prove that his dream has not been extinguished, and he is continuing this dream in his way!

Someone in the audience shouted: "We want to listen to the story of the heroes of Liangshan Shuibo." ”

The old man frowned, put away the scroll and said with some annoyance: "I've been telling the story of the border city for so long, and today you still want to listen to the Water Margin, you don't understand what I'm talking about, so I won't tell it!"

With that, the old man turned around and walked into the attic hut. No matter how the crowd shouted in the attic, he never showed up, and after a while the crowd dispersed.

Only Wen Yunfeng stood in place and looked up at the attic, and secretly said to himself in his heart: "Why is your back so familiar? I must have seen you somewhere, and what are you talking about? What do you want these people to understand?"

If it was before, Wen Yunfeng would definitely jump up to the city tower and ask clearly, but now he is more curious and less sharp, so after hesitating for a moment, he still decided to leave.

From then on, every time he came to the border city to buy something, he would go to the "North Lonely Hero Building" for no reason and look up for a long time, looking at the hut in the attic that had been closed for a long time, Wen Yunfeng was thinking that the old man was still there, should he go up to meet him for a while, and he didn't know what to say, and if he didn't go, the knot in his heart would never be opened.

Finally, Wen Yunfeng came here again a few months later, and finally he decided to go up and have a look, and he hesitated at the moment when he jumped up to the attic, he was afraid that the moment he pushed the door open, the old man was not there or had already left, and he was also afraid of seeing the old man because he didn't know what to ask or say?

Just when Wen Yunfeng was hesitating and entangled, the voice of the old man in the house suddenly sounded: "Why hesitate when you come, you shouldn't come if you hesitate!"

After the old man finished speaking, Wen Yunfeng finally mustered up the courage and slowly stepped forward to push the door in.

The moment he walked into the hut, Wen Yunfeng's heart suddenly had mixed emotions, including sourness, pity, incomprehension and doubt.

A wooden bed, a bookcase, and countless scrolls were placed on the desk, and the old man sat cross-legged in front of the bookcase and clenched the brush with trembling hands to write something on the scroll, and he didn't stop until Wen Yunfeng came in. The furnishings here are very simple, which is much simpler than Wen Yunfeng imagined, so he will feel sour and pity, but he also knows that these emotions are superfluous, and the old man should have a good time!

After a long time, Wen Yunfeng still didn't know how to speak, but the old man had no choice but to ask: "Ask, ask whatever you want, you will know what you should know and what you shouldn't know here, as long as you dare to ask!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and asked, "Senior, you and I seem to know each other?"

The old man stopped the pen he was waving, stood up, and replied with a smile: "Yes, you and I have indeed met, but you did not impress me very well when we met!"

Wen Yunfeng recalled carefully, he may have an answer in his heart, but he still didn't dare to be sure, and said in a hurry: "The wind and snow in Beishan, the nameless sword, and the hundred-year-old divine sword Qingyan came out......"

The old man sighed softly and said: "After so many years, I didn't expect that your memories are still these stupid, big, and empty things! Could it be that your life has never been able to get rid of these personal things, I can probably understand why you came to the border city? After all, I am also an outsider to the border city!"

Wen Yunfeng paused and said, "I never think I'm a perfect person, but it's not as bad as you say!"

The old man smiled and said, "That's because you carry the aura of a hero when you are not a hero, and you are inevitably a little complacent." I thought that the sensible would have understood the world earlier, but I am still deeply involved in it, but I can clearly know that my memories should be more landscapes and paintings than fame, fortune and passers-by. ”

The old man's words were very vague, it was difficult for ordinary people to understand, even Wen Yunfeng could only comprehend a rough idea, but the literal meaning alone was enough to make Wen Yunfeng ponder, and Wen Yunfeng was indeed pondering, because he had already begun to be silent.

People don't like to be disturbed the most when they are silent, and the old man naturally understands this truth, he slowly returned to the bookcase and continued to write something, completely ignoring Wen Yunfeng who was standing on the side.

After a long time, Wen Yunfeng finally woke up from the silence, he walked up to the old man and asked, "The border city is a beautiful, quiet and simple place, there is no need for heroes here, why do you impose the idea of heroes on them, is this a bit against your will?"

The old man stopped the pen in his hand and said with a solemn expression: "Who said that there is no need for heroes here? Where there are people, there are some unpeaceful places, and where there is no peace, there are heroes who need heroes, and the border cities do not need heroes to fight and kill, but they need a hero who defends the country." ”

Wen Yunfeng said: "Maybe you're right, but isn't there already a side dragon here, and he's been doing a good job!"

The old man shook his head and said, "He must be counted as a man of ambition who is still far from a hero, and his soul and physical abilities are not enough to support this city." Once there is a war here one day, he will only become a warrior who dies in the war, not a hero who saves people and saves the world!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "Senior must be a long-lived person, because your heart ages slower than anyone else!"

The old man smiled and said, "I think so too, maybe I'm still alive if you die!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "This should be a joke, but why do I kind of want it to come true?"

The old man's vicissitudes of life were full of smiles, maybe this was the most happy sentence that Wen Yunfeng said so much, but the old man's happiness was not because of the longevity topics discussed on the surface, maybe because of something vaguely foreshadowed behind Wen Yunfeng's words?

The old man smiled and said, "Actually, I believe that you can be this hero who saves people and saves the world!"

Wen Yunfeng put away his smile and said coldly, "I'm sorry! I will never become such a hero." ”

The old man smiled and said, "Young man, don't talk too much! Your hand, your heart, and your person are like a sword, and a person is like a sword, and unless you die, you will never be able to seal it!"

Wen Yunfeng said with some anger: "Impossible, impossible, impossible, I can tell you clearly, I will never touch that sword again." ”

Wen Yunfeng walked towards the outside of the house as he spoke, he didn't want to stay here for a moment, because he knew that if he stayed here for a few more moments, something would definitely be shaken.

The old man smiled and asked, "By the way, is your master okay?"

At this time, the old man finally remembered that he was nameless, and remembered the shadow of this person who stayed in the rivers and lakes to discuss with himself.

Wen Yunfeng replied, "He's dead." ”

After saying that, he walked out of the hut, it was already nightfall, Wen Yunfeng jumped off the attic and quickly disappeared into the night.

After Wen Yunfeng left, the old man smiled for a long time, his deep, vicissitudes of life eyes were full of hope and stories, a story that has not yet been on the road but will definitely happen, a story that belongs to the swordsman's uniqueness!