The cucumber followed Zhou Qinghai back to Zhou Qinghai's room, picked up the basin on a simple dresser behind the door and walked to the well, and filled a basin full of water. Cucumber washed his hands and face in a basin of water, refilled it with a basin of water, and brought it to Zhou Qinghai's room. Zhou Qinghai took off his wet, mud-stained, oil-stained animal skin clothes and scrubbed his whole body roughly. The water in the basin was muddy and full of mud and oil. Cucumber picked up the basin again and walked to the well, and when he passed by the counter shopkeeper, Cucumber smiled embarrassedly and asked the shopkeeper if he could find three clothes for the three of them that they didn't wear, three ropes to tie their hair, and razors. After the shopkeeper nodded in agreement, he ran to his room to look for three pieces of clothes, and the shopkeeper saw a few tattered running clothes next to him, and wanted to give these three clothes to the three of them, but thinking about their terrifying appearance, the shopkeeper felt trembling all over, and the shopkeeper looked at a few newer clothes, thinking that his daily life was not rich. The shopkeeper gritted his teeth, is it a blessing or a curse, it is a curse that can't be avoided, we don't lose money on weekdays, why should I give them my number one clothes. If those people are really greedy bandits and robbers, they will not be satisfied with how much I give him. The shopkeeper brought his three worn-out running clothes, three hair-tied ropes and razors to the counter, and when the cucumber passed by with a basin of water, he put the clothes on the cucumber's arm, and stuffed the three hair-tied ropes and razors into the cucumber's pocket. Cucumber smiled kindly, thanking the generous shopkeeper. The shopkeeper finally let loose the anger in his chest, thinking that although these three people have terrifying appearances, they should not be the big bad guys of robbers and bandits.

After the cucumber repeatedly brought Zhou Qinghai a few basins of water, Zhou Qinghai finally cleaned up. Zhou Qinghai first cut off his long hair with a sword, tied his hair with a rope and tied his hair. After tying his hair, Zhou Qinghai picked up a razor to shave, but he couldn't find a place to start, so he picked up the sword on the side again, and with a sword, Zhou Qinghai's long beard was cut off from near his lips. Zhou Qinghai instructed Lin Yuanhai, who was serving on the side, to collect the long hair and beard on the ground and tie them up. handed the razor to Lin Yuanhai and asked them to go back to their rooms to freshen up. Cucumber left a better piece of clothing for the master, picked up the remaining two clothes and walked back to the room with the senior brother. After the two apprentices left, Zhou Qinghai walked to the side of the bed that he hadn't been lying down for a long time, and gently stroked the soft quilt with his hand. This is a quilt that has been used in the hotel for two years, and Zhou Qinghai still feels the long-lost sun shining on his body. Zhou Qinghai lifted the quilt and gently got into the quilt. Zhou Qinghai, who was lying on the bed, looked at the carved beams and paintings in the hotel room, thinking that he had lived in a much more beautiful room and a cave much worse than this, and hot tears rolled in his eyes under the ridicule of those enemies in his mind. After running back and forth more than a dozen times, Cucumber and Lin Yuanhai finally washed their bodies relatively cleanly, and the two of them lay on the long-lost futon and played together like two children. The comfortable bedding and the exhaustion on their bodies made the three of them fall asleep quickly. The snoring of the three people spread throughout the hotel, causing the rest of the people to be slightly frightened.

Goose feathers and heavy snow fell from the sky, and Zhou Qinghai walked on the street barefoot, wearing thin, tattered clothes. It's been two days, and Zhou Qinghai hasn't finished his dripping rice, staggering aimlessly in the snow deep at his feet. Zhou Qinghai's mother died of postpartum hemorrhage just after he was born, and his father was also on the sickbed two years later due to the plague and watched the poor Zhou Qinghai die with his eyes open. After Zhou Qinghai ate all the food at home, he began to live a wandering life on the street. Today is the full one-year anniversary of his wanderings. The goose feather snow in the streets closed the doors and windows of every home. In time, Zhou Qinghai occasionally opened the doors of several families, and due to the drought last year, their families were hungry, let alone give him food. Zhou Qinghai, who was hungry, grabbed the snow on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth because of lack of nutrients. Thin clothes, hungry stomachs, and cold snow, Zhou Qinghai felt that the heat on his body was gradually dissipating, and Zhou Qinghai walked to the Guan Diye Temple where he lived outside the village with his already numb feet. Zhou Qinghai walked out of the village, his eyes blurred looking at the Guandi Temple a few hundred meters away, Zhou Qinghai looked at the road a few hundred meters away, and staggered towards the Guandi Temple. Zhou Qinghai held back the eyes that were about to close, the two big eyes slightly revealed a gap, and looked down at the road under his feet. After a few times, the gap that Zhou Qinghai opened slightly finally closed, and Zhou Qinghai fell into the cold snow nest with a "bang".

Zhou Qinghai opened his eyes and saw that his mother was in front of his bed. Zhou Qinghai got up from the bed gratefully and ran to his master step by step, who retreated backwards and upwards from his eyes step by step. Zhou Qinghai quickened his pace, and Shi Niang also quickened his pace. Zhou Qinghai was only a few steps away from Shi Niang, but he could never reach Shi Niang. Shi Niang flew away from the roof, and Zhou Qinghai's head touched a table. Only then did Zhou Qinghai realize that he had just woken up from a dream and was hallucinating.

Zhou Qinghai sat on the chair, his right hand on the table, his left hand drooping, drooping his groggy head, and gritting his teeth fiercely with his upper and lower jaws. Two rows of hard, yellowed teeth made a "gurgling" terrifying sound. Zhou Qinghai thought about the place where his mother died-Broken Intestine Cliff. There, Shi Niang's body was discovered, and her sword was found at the same time. In the following time, Zhou Qinghai was regarded as a traitor who deceived his teachers and destroyed his ancestors, and was hunted down and killed by martial arts people. In the process of fleeing, some martial arts people also suffered inexplicably from poison and died unnatural deaths, and they were all in the places where Zhou Qinghai fled and passed by. For a time, Zhou Qinghai became the big devil of the world's martial arts people's anger, and the world's martial arts will definitely punish him quickly. In the end, Zhou Qinghai was knocked off the cliff by those martial arts masters and fell into the uninhabited valley.

Zhou Qinghai thought about the days when his master was killed, and thought about practicing swords with his junior brothers. In the evening, by negligence, he left the sword outside the house, and when he got up in the morning to look for the sword, he could not find it. When the sun set, the western sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and his sword appeared beside Shi Niang in a pool of blood.