Zhou Qinghai seemed to suddenly remember something, got up from the bed, lit the candle, and went to rummage through the box on the west side of the room for something. After a while, Zhou Qinghai took out a bag from the box, Zhou Qinghai carefully unwrapped the bag, and a tattered piece of clothing with patches everywhere was taken out of the bag by Zhou Qinghai. Zhou Qinghua lifted his hands upward, and his clothes were completely stretched in front of his eyes. Zhou Qinghai looked at the dress carefully, and the scene of Wen Yan carefully sewing clothes for her in the dark night of lit candles appeared in front of him, Zhou Qinghai hugged the clothes tightly to his chest, feeling the warmth of his mother's love.

After hugging for a while, Zhou Qinghai walked to the bed with his clothes and baggage. Zhou Qinghai put the clothes and baggage at the head of the bed, then laid the bed flat, spread the tattered but neat clothes on the bed, carefully folded the clothes, and then wrapped them with the baggage. This is when Zhou Qinghai first went to Huashan, Yu Wenyan sewed up the clothes for Zhou Qinghai that night, and later when it was time, Yu Wenyan remade a few good clothes for Zhou Qinghai, and said to Zhou Qinghai You are now a member of the Huashan faction, and you can't wear it so tattered anymore, which will affect the image of Huashan. The smart Zhou Qinghai knew that this was because the master cherished herself and wanted to put on good clothes. However, Zhou Qinghai, who was deeply grateful to Jiang Zhiheng and Yu Wenyan, saw this dress full of the mother's love of the teacher, why was he reluctant to throw it away according to the teacher's instructions, found a bag and carefully wrapped the clothes, put them at the bottom of the box, and basked in the sun when no one was around every once in a while.

The clothes are still that color, when Zhou Qinghai couldn't sleep, he remembered this dress, and thought about whether to carry the clothes with him or put them in Huashan, and later Zhou Qinghai felt that in order to keep the love of the master and the master with him all the time, he decided to take the clothes with him. Zhou Qinghai put the burden next to the pillow, Zhou Qinghai smelled the fragrance of mother's love from the clothes in the bag, comforted his messy soul, and slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark. Zhou Qinghai's six junior brothers decided not to call Zhou Qinghai to practice this morning in order to let Zhou Qinghai go down to Huashan with enough spirit, and let Zhou Qinghai rest more. Zhou Qinghai walked out of the door and saw that the disciples of the Huashan faction had eaten breakfast and went to the martial arts training ground again, he stood in front of the door and hesitated, saying that what happened to his brain today, he woke up so late, let's go eat by myself, everyone else has eaten and practiced, and I don't know if I have left it for myself. After thinking for a while, Zhou Qinghai decided to go to the kitchen to have a look. When he walked to the kitchen, Zhou Qinghai's two junior brothers, Zhang Yuhua and Chai Zhiheng, were preparing dry food for Zhou Qinghai to break into the rivers and lakes. Yang Liangyou walked to Zhou Qinghai's side and said to Zhou Qinghai that you are going down to Huashan today, we will ask the sixth junior brother and the seventh junior brother to prepare some dry food for you, you don't have to worry about this. There are some eggs and rice on this table, which we told the chef to leave for you, so you can sit down and eat. When Zhou Qinghai was having breakfast, Chai Zhiheng and Zhang Yuhua put the wrapped eggs, steamed buns, and pancakes on the table, saying that although the fourth senior brother had the silver given to you by the master and the master on the road, I was afraid that when I went to the barren mountains and mountains, there was nowhere to spend the silver, and I would be hungry at that time.

Zhou Qinghai stood at the intersection of Xiahua Mountain, Yu Wenyan handed Zhou Qinghai a money bag full of silver, and told Zhou Qinghai to be very careful in the rivers and lakes and pay attention to his own safety. Zhou Qinghai said that he would follow the teachings of his master, then turned around, forcibly refused to look at the master, his mother and his six brothers behind him, and walked away from Huashan in great strides. When Zhou Qinghai walked halfway up Huashan, he knew that he couldn't see Master, Shi Niang and his six senior brothers, so he turned around and said parting words to them loudly with tears in his eyes. Zhou Qinghai stood halfway up the mountain, listening to his voice echoing in the valley, and couldn't bear to leave for a long time. Zhou Qinghai left Huashan for the first time, like a child who left his mother for the first time. Zhou Qinghai walked down Huashan slowly with his head drooped, and when he passed by the Delong Inn, he entered the Delong Inn and drank some tea. Delong Inn has a deep friendship with Huashan, and the innkeeper did not ask Zhou Qinghai for money. The owner of the Delong Inn invited Zhou Qinghai to rest in the inn for a while before going on the road, Zhou Qinghai thought about the vast rivers and lakes, and didn't know where he was going to go, what things would happen, shook his head and refused the kindness of the owner of the Delong Inn, and walked out of the Delong Inn after saying thank you. When Zhou Qinghai walked to the intersection in front of the Delong Inn, he looked at the three roads in the south, north and west, and didn't know where he was going, so he closed his eyes and told himself where he would go. Zhou Qinghai's right foot stepped towards the southward road, and Zhou Qinghai began his career.

On the way to the south, Zhou Qinghai hung a sword from his waist and carried two burdens to the south. Go into the unknown. Zhou Qinghai walked and walked, walked through dozens of days, walked through dozens of nights, and came to Luoyang, Henan. Zhou Qinghai walked from the wilderness and remote countryside to this metropolis, looking at the bustling or tattered beggars on the streets, or the beauties dressed as beautiful as flowers, or the luxuriously dressed dignitaries, as if he had gone to a strange world. Zhou Qinghai stood in the middle of the street at a loss, looking at the dazzling array of shops. The sound of "rumbling" in his stomach sounded, and Zhou Qinghai looked at the street bun shop, salivating. Zhou Qinghai took out a little broken silver from his pocket, handed it to the owner of the steamed bun shop, took a few steamed buns and ate them in a big gulp. A little beggar next to him, with unkempt hair and dusty face, squatted in the corner, looking at Zhou Qinghai's buns greedily, swallowing the saliva in his throat again and again, when Zhou Qinghua turned around, he saw this little beggar, remembered his painful childhood, and the sympathy in his heart rose spontaneously.

Zhou Qinghai walked next to the little beggar and handed the little beggar a bun, the little beggar looked at Zhou Qinghai in fear for a while, and saw that Zhou Qinghai was out of a sincere heart, and there was no malicious intent in deliberately teasing him from some people, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the bun instantly, Zhou Qinghai handed a bun in his hand to the little beggar, and the little beggar finished eating it after a while. In this way, the buns in Zhou Qinghai's hands were eaten by the little beggar. Zhou Qinghai looked at the little beggar who was still hungry and bought a lot of steamed buns from the owner of the steamed bun shop. After the little beggar ate two or three more buns, his shriveled stomach finally bulged, and he thanked Zhou Qinghai with grateful eyes.