On the second day, Fang Yun woke up suddenly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He went to see the master as soon as possible, and saw that the master's eyes were closed, his expression was peaceful, and he seemed to be sleeping deeply.

Fang Yun was relieved, he didn't dare to disturb the master, and walked out of the house lightly, and came outside to chop wood and carry water to cook rice.

This is all cooked by him every day, and after a while, he is busy sweating profusely, and millet porridge is boiling in the big iron pot in the stove, and bursts of aroma waft out.

Soon, Fang Yun filled the millet porridge, added two tea eggs, and a plate of side dishes, put it in a wooden tray, walked slowly to the back room, and called softly: "Master, get up and eat!"

Blacksmith Zhang didn't move, still maintaining a deep sleep, and even his posture didn't seem to change.

Fang Yun's heart tightened, and he raised his voice and called: "Master, breakfast is ready, please get up and eat!"

Blacksmith Zhang remained still.

Fang Yun stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to probe his master's snort, there was no slightest, and then touched his forehead, the tentacles were cold and stiff, he had already been dead for a long time.

With a bang, the tray fell to the ground, and the millet porridge splashed Fang Yun's legs and feet.

His eyes turned red, tears came down, and he cried loudly: "Master, you ...... Wake up, Master, I can't bear you!"

The cry is heartbreaking!

In the past three years, Fang Yun and Master have relied on each other, and the master has treated him like his father, teaching him to strike iron, teaching him to read and write, and telling him stories every night before going to bed.

In Master's story, the sky is blue, the grass is green, and everyone is happy...... Whenever he talked about his happiness, the master laughed and his long white beard curled up one after another.

Whenever that happens, Fang Yun would lie on the bed, looking at the master attentively, thinking about how good it would be to listen to the master's stories forever and forever.

In his young heart, he still had to live with the master for a long, long time, and he never thought that the master would leave him one day, and he never ......

With a bang, Fang Yun cried so hard that he stopped breathing, and fainted straight to the ground.

I don't know how long later, he woke up, the millet porridge stuck to his leg was already cold, the master's face began to turn blue, and it was even darker outside, and it seemed that he had been in a coma for a whole day.

After sitting in a daze for a moment, a voice said to him in the bottom of his heart: "Fang Yun, Master has really gone and will never wake up again, how long will you sit like this?"

After struggling for a while, he sat up, his eyes involuntarily fell on the master again, his heart was sour for no reason, tears suddenly rolled in his eyes, and the voice said in his heart: "Fang Yun, you are really useless, the master is gone, when will you cry until you are going to?" Hurry up and follow the master's instructions, let him enter the ground early!"

Wiping his eyes fiercely, Fang Yun held back his tears and said to Master's body: "Master, don't worry, the apprentice will definitely complete what you told him, and he will definitely live well!"

Forcibly enduring his grief, Fang Yun ate some millet porridge, slept half-asleep until dawn, went to Uncle Li's house next door to borrow an ox cart, and carried the master's body into the car.

According to the map, I found the feng shui treasure land selected by the master, which turned out to be a barren cave.

The master explained that he only needed to put the body in, but Fang Yun was afraid that the beast would eat the master's body, so he panted and dug in the cave for a long time, and his hands and feet were paralyzed from exhaustion, so he dug a shallow pit two feet deep. At this time, he couldn't think much about it, so he tearfully carried the master's body down from the ox cart, put it neatly and neatly into the shallow pit, and then sprinkled the earth and gravel from his feet to his head little by little.

When he saw that Master's face was buried little by little, he finally couldn't help crying, and finally bowed a few times to the grave piled up with stones, and got up and walked out of the cave.

As soon as I came out, the cave rolled and rolled, and a huge rock rose from the ground, blocking the cave tightly, as if the cave had never existed.

While Fang Yun was grieving, he was also greatly surprised, guessing that Master was once an immortal cultivator with some incredible magical powers.

He hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed nine times to the boulder, and said, "Master, you sleep here well, and when tomorrow is spring, Yun'er will come to see you again." ”

After burning some paper money and putting some sacrifices on it, Fang Yun cried and drove the ox cart away.

There was only one last wish left for the master, and that was to throw that ancient sword into the quicksand river.

At this time, Fang Yun was extremely tired, but he was stubborn, and he would never change what he knew, and he drove the ox cart more than ten miles away in a drowsy manner, to the bank of the quicksand river.

At this time, in the middle of winter, the quicksand river is hundreds of zhang wide, and the whole is covered by snow and thick ice, which is also difficult for Fang Yun, he has a good ability to catch fish in winter, and he often comes to the quicksand river to drill ice and catch fish on weekdays.

He took the iron drill and hammer that he had prepared long ago from the ox cart, chose a random place, beat the rotary drill on the thick ice, and soon dug an ice hole, picked up the ancient sword and looked at it.

For a moment, a voice in his heart said to him: Leave the ancient sword behind, study and study, maybe you can crack the secret of the master's body.

But soon, another voice told him that his master's order could not be violated, so he raised his ancient sword and threw it into the deep ice cave.

Hearing the pop, he knew that the ancient sword would be swept away by the turbulent river, and no one would ever find the sword again.

After completing all the things that the master had given him, he was relieved for a while, and then fatigue hit, and he was so tired that he couldn't walk a step, so he climbed into the ox cart and staggered back to the village.

Originally, according to the master's order, he should leave Qingyun Village as soon as possible, but at this time, in the middle of winter, the road was closed by heavy snow, and he lived in this village for three years, and he had a deep relationship with the villagers, and he was reluctant to leave for a while, so he planned to live until the beginning of spring next year, and after worshipping the master, he would set off again.

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Months passed, the snow melted, and spring blossomed.

On this day, Fang Yun packed up some worship things, borrowed Uncle Li's ox cart next door, and rushed to Qingsongling to worship Master.

Uncle Li came over with a fat snow rabbit, looked at Fang Yun and said with a smile: "Yun'er, I beat a snow rabbit today, you remember to come back early, I will stew braised rabbit meat for you to eat." ”

"Brother Yun, I made you a pair of cotton shoes, can you quickly change them into them to see if they are suitable?" Uncle Li's girl Cui'er ran out in a hurry, holding two shoes in her arms.

"This girl, run a little slower, so frizzy, who will marry you in the future?" Aunt Li behind her came to feed the chickens in the yard with a dustpan, and when she saw her daughter so frizzy, she couldn't help laughing and scolding.

"Mom, you don't care about me, if you don't like it, someone will like it. Cui'er stuck out her tongue at Aunt Li, turned around and put the cotton shoes in Fang Yun's hand, and blinked excitedly, "Brother Yun, try it!"

Looking at the twelve-year-old Cui'er's energetic face and her pretty face was red, Fang Yun also had a strange feeling in his heart, he had lived in this Qingyun Village for more than three years, Uncle Li's family was the best for him, and now that the master was gone, Uncle Li seemed to be recruiting himself as a son-in-law, and the precocious Fang Yun felt it dimly.

Although he also had a good impression of Cui'er, he didn't think about marrying her as a daughter-in-law, because Fang Yun had always longed for the outside world mentioned in Master's story, and he didn't really want to stay in this mountain nest for the rest of his life.

He couldn't bear to brush Cui'er's kindness, took the cotton shoes and tried them on his feet, but they didn't fit well, Cui'er snatched the cotton shoes, covered her face and said shamefully: "Oh, it's a shame, I sewed the thread wrong, Brother Yun, you wait for me to change it." ”

Seeing her so cute, Fang Yun couldn't help but laugh when he had been in a somewhat depressed state of mind, and smiled at her, "Okay, when I come back, catch some fish from the quicksand river and stew fish soup for you to drink." ”

"Great, I love to drink Brother Yun's stewed fish soup, I really can't drink enough!" Cui'er stretched out her little tongue and licked her lips, looking intoxicated, which made Uncle Li and Aunt Li and Fang Yun couldn't help laughing.

Waving goodbye to Uncle Li's family, Fang Yun drove the ox cart on the road, and began to seriously consider a question in his heart, should he disobey his master's orders, stay, marry Cui'er, and live a lifetime in this Qingyun Village?