Chapter 45 1. Water-acoustic-stimulated wind-induced clothing

When I saw him for the first time, was he seven years old, or eight years old? This concept is always vague. Looking back on the past after more than ten years, it seems to be just yesterday, and it seems to be thousands of years ago.Many things are like this, those who don't want to recall, that's it, time, space and every small scene are diluted intentionally or unintentionally, leaving only a shadow like light smoke, which adds to melancholy. Melancholy. Should he feel melancholy?Many years ago, he did not think about today.The blue shirt is upright, the long sword carries the wind, and the knight-errant world.

Look up.Emei is higher than the western polar sky, and after passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, it finally reaches the foot of Mount Emei without knowing it.The two peaks of Emei face each other, straight into the clouds, and the general opinion of the world is born out of nowhere, with the same momentum.However, in the affairs of this world, where there are two heroes standing side by side for a long time, after all, the east wind blows and the west wind rises.Most people are always hidden under the light of others.It's the same for other things, such as love... Thinking of these two words, his eyelids twitched slightly, calming his mind.

Mount Emei.Since I left more than ten years ago (is it more than ten years? Sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen years?), in an extremely long time, I have never dreamed back once.But in the past few years, I have been dreaming about the past one after another.The master stroked his beard and sighed slightly: "It is difficult for you to enter the Tao." Behind the master, there are thousands of ravines flying, and the sound of the water is exciting; the master's eyes are far away on the red leaves dancing in the sky, Lingyi was concentrating on learning a new sword technique without any distraction.The master paused, and then said: "Lingyi, too." At that time, he just bowed respectfully and replied: "Master, Feng Shengyi has never thought of becoming a Taoist." The master was not surprised, nodded, and said: " This is very good." When he raised his head, the master had already walked down the mountain on his own.In fact, he was clumsy in speech since he was a child. He kept many things in his heart and never said them to others.At that time, he kept thinking, although the master entered the Tao, it was still difficult to get rid of vulgar affairs, so what's the fun in entering the Tao?The master also sighed privately: "My lifelong ambition is to travel the world with a long sword." He didn't understand it at that time, so it took more than ten years to finally understand it.If the master has a soul, can he think that there are seventeen disciples under his knees, and he is the only one who fulfills the master's wish?

"Hero, hero, wait for me—" Turning his head, the boy ran and rolled, panting, walked up to him, wiped his face away, the dust was covered with black mud, and his face became more and more ugly. The face is dirty and funny, only the eyes are bright.Feng Shengyi looked at him with great interest: "Go back to your uncle, I won't accept disciples." It's just a matter of little effort, Bashu has been plagued by epidemics, this boy's parents unfortunately died of illness, the boy is lonely and helpless Yi is about to be taken into slavery by a wealthy gentry.He happened to pass by, so he took the boy out and sent him to his uncle's home. (Your Majesty, your country is still uneven everywhere!) However, this young man followed him all the way, he slowed down and let him follow.

"No, hero, I don't want to be your disciple!" The boy jumped up and shouted, as if startled. "So, it's uncle who treats you badly?" The boy still shook his head. He was surprised: "Why?" The young man smiled innocently, revealing his orange-yellow teeth: "I just want to serve the hero by his side in return for my kindness!" He laughed loudly, and his heart was extremely happy and cheerful: "So that's the case, then there's no need, go home and live a good life with your uncle!" When he was satisfied with his smile, the young man still stood where he was, and Fang said with a stern look: "No, my father said when he was alive: It is easy to pay back money and debts, but difficult to pay back love. The hardest thing in the world to pay back is the kindness of others; Although I am young, I must never owe the hero any kindness, so that I will have to remember what I owe him every day and night, and I can't fall asleep every day and night—"

Feng Shengyi dismounted.This scene is so familiar, like going back in time, he is the immature and stubborn boy in front of him—— That year was a year of famine, with severe drought and no harvest.This is the prosperous age of Kaiyuan, how can the officials spread the news of the severe drought and catastrophe to the ears of the sage, the roads to the outside of the four prefectures and eight counties are all sealed, and the relatives watch their relatives starve to death one by one Go, there is no alternative.He suddenly remembered that it was the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, which happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon was as round as a disk, but under the cold light, his mother's face was as white as paper. She took him to flee the famine, but she couldn't escape; her frail body finally collapsed, lying on the side of the road dying, looking at him, looking at her son, the only son who couldn't rest assured, little by little, hard to let go , close your eyes.

He doesn't understand.He shook his mother's body, calling softly, one after another, but she refused. Finally, someone whispered in his ear, "She's dead." So, he saw him for the first time. He was about his age and about the same height.At that time, he was only wearing very ordinary clothes, but there were a few guards with swords who looked serious five steps away, which made him appear to be an extraordinary person.The young Feng Shengyi only felt that the person in front of him was different from his usual playmates, and also different from the princes and brothers of the big family in the country. He was obviously about the same age as himself, but the expression between his brows was like an adult, calm and composed, looking at him with eyes , there was no look of disdain, nor compassion or sympathy, but he seemed to be very familiar with him, stroking his shoulder and saying: "Bury him well."

He didn’t need to do anything himself—of course, he didn’t have the ability to properly bury his mother at that time—the mother and father finally had to be buried together, and in a few days, he asked him if he would like to go to Emei to learn art.Of course he would. What he owed him was of course kindness.So, he has to pay it back.Therefore, he has to spend half his life with the ambition to help him ascend to the glorious position.Therefore, he wants to fulfill what he wants.Therefore, there are many things, many, many things, in this life, he can't speak, can't speak, including her.