who and the rivers and lakes

Sometimes it feels like being roasted on fire, and sometimes it feels like being immersed in ice water. Zhan Zhao's whole body is trembling constantly, and the nightmare is like a raging tide, receding and reappearing.He tried to struggle, but he didn't know whether he wanted to surface or sink completely...

A cool hand caressed his hot forehead, which seemed to bring some coolness to his bewildered mind.He really wanted to open his eyes to see this gentle hand, and also wanted to see the owner of this hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his tired eyelids.He felt anxious, but fell into the dark world even more heavily.

When he regained some consciousness from the dark nightmare, he felt that he was gently lifted by that gentle hand, and a thin bowl was passed to his mouth, and a soft voice patiently urged in his ear, "Drink, drink Take the medicine and you'll be fine."

Zhan Zhao seemed to be hypnotized by the sound, opened his mouth involuntarily, and drank the warm potion.The potion is very bitter, and there is a wonderful sweetness in the bitterness.After drinking the medicine, the heat on his body gradually subsided, the pain all over his body no longer felt so unbearable, and even the chaotic nightmares were reduced a lot.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhan Zhao slowly opened his eyes and turned his head slowly.His head still hurts, but it's not the tearing pain it was before.He was still very weak, but he was able to sit up with support.

He sat on the bed and looked around, thinking that he was still in a dream, but he lowered his head to have a look and touched, and found that there was a solid bamboo bed under him, and the bamboo bed was in a small but solid bamboo house.

Although the bamboo house is small and simple, it is tidy and spotless.On the small bamboo table by the window, there are two camellias in a rough white porcelain vase. The slender branches and weak petals are thin and ordinary, but they emit bursts of fragrance. seems far away.When I smell it for the first time, I don't think the fragrance of this flower is special, but after smelling it a few more times, it's like being lightly drunk after drinking wine, and you don't feel drunk, but you are already drunk.This fragrance is so elegant and long-lasting, which adds a special feeling to the rough bamboo house, making it appear extraordinary.

Zhan Zhao took a deep breath, supported the bamboo bed and stood up slowly.He took two steps forward, felt dizzy, almost fell to the ground, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to support the small bamboo table in front of the window.

He closed his eyes and waited for the dizziness to disappear, only to feel the faint fragrance of camellia in his nose.He opened his eyes carefully, but saw a giant que in front of the vase with camellia.

Ju Que was originally stained with blood in the old teahouse, but now it is clean, it has been wiped fresh, and it is placed on the table upright, soaked in the elegant fragrance of camellia. The solemnity of the swordsman.

Maybe respecting the sword is respecting people, and only those who love the sword will respect the sword.

Zhan Zhao wanted to pick up the giant que, but he was afraid that he was not strong enough, so he had to look at the que, and walked out of the bamboo house slowly step by step.

The bamboo house is dark and cool, but outside it is sunny and the blue sky is clear.

He stood at the door and looked around, almost thinking that he was in an outside world.

This is a small valley, surrounded by towering peaks, the mountains are covered with green trees, the valley is full of camellias, the flowers are delicate and fresh, the flowers are gorgeous, and the flowers are fragrant.

A small figure walked among the flowers, with coarse clothes, jet-black hair, and jet-black eyes.She has a slight smile on her plain face, and from time to time she leans down and caresses the delicate flowers, just like a careful mother lovingly taking care of her child, and like a young girl who is in love telling her best friend Secret matters.

Zhan Zhao didn't go any further, and he really didn't have the strength to take one more step.He supported the bamboo door with one hand, but couldn't help rubbing his eyes with the other hand.He didn't know where he was, and he wasn't sure if what he saw was real.

The girl among the flowers turned around, her eyes rolled, and she saw Zhan Zhao, with a faint smile, and walked over.

When she got closer, she didn't speak, but looked at Zhan Zhao with a pair of bright and dark eyes, as if she was saying with her eyes: "Are you awake? How are you?"

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, "Miss Xiaoyu, you saved me."

Qi Xiaoyu's eyes were as black as lacquer, her spirit was radiant, like water flowing, but she still didn't speak, she reached out to hold Zhan Zhao's arm, and gently pulled it, motioning him to follow her into the room.

Zhan Zhao obediently was supported by her back into the house, and sat on the bamboo bed.

Qi Xiaoyu turned and walked out of the bamboo house, and came back after a while, holding a bowl of bitter and fragrant medicine in both hands.

Just like when Zhan Zhao was still in a coma, she carefully fed Zhan Zhao the medicine, and whispered in his ear, "Drink it, it will be fine."

After drinking the medicine, she carefully helped him to lie on the bed again, and then carefully covered him with a thin quilt.After Zhan Zhao lay down in a stable position, she sat down on the bamboo chair by the window, her expression was calm and serene, she looked at him with dark eyes without blinking, as if she felt that Zhan Zhao would not be able to fall asleep if he was not by his side.

Zhan Zhao looked at her, amused in his heart, no one had ever taken care of him like a child.But in an instant, looking at her quiet and caring eyes, and smelling the scent of camellia coming from the bamboo window, he was suddenly moved, felt indescribably warm and comfortable, and his heavy heart was relieved temporarily. Unknowingly, he slowly closed his eyes.

The days are peaceful and serene, Zhan Zhao has long forgotten that he can live so peacefully day by day.At the beginning, he was not used to it, just like the strings of a zither used to being tense. Once it was relaxed, he would not know what to do. But gradually, he was infected by Qi Xiaoyu's calm smile, influenced by the strong fragrance of flowers, an anxious and irritable heart. My heart also became calm.

Especially in the early morning or evening every day, after taking care of Zhan Zhao's diet, Qi Xiaoyu would go to the camellia field to get busy.Her figure is so inconspicuous among the gorgeous flowers, but it complements each other so well.

The weather is so pleasant, the breeze is so warm, and the fragrance of camellia is so intoxicating, no matter how troubled and irritable the heart is, you can calm down in this beautiful small valley.

Zhan Zhao sat on the bamboo chair, quietly looking at the distant camellias and the small figures among the flowers, not only had a smile on his face, but also a smile in his heart.

He found that in this flower field, although the strong fragrance of various camellias is mixed, there is always an elegant and light fragrance that cannot be concealed.He already knew that the fragrance came from the humble camellia on the bamboo table in front of the window.This kind of camellia was also the one that Qi Xiaoyu picked out from among the many flowers and gave it to Zhan Zhao when she met Qi Xiaoyu for the first time.

Is it because she cherishes this kind of camellia so much because it looks ordinary but has a strange fragrance?Zhan Zhao noticed that because of being with this flower for a long time, Qi Xiaoyu herself was also stained with this light and strange fragrance, which seemed to be absent, elegant and long-lasting.

This rare peace and tranquility made Zhan Zhao's heart clean and refreshed, as if all the mundane dust in his heart had been washed away.With a smile on his lips, his slender fingers caressed the giant temple on his knee, his mind was clear and his sword intent was far away.At that moment, his whole being seemed to have merged with nature, in sync with the rhythm of heaven and earth.Is real swordsmanship used to compete for power and profit?It is not for killing and conquest, but should be like the blooming camellias in this valley, completely forgetting myself, and connecting the world, so as to reach the highest state.

He has always been distressed by the stagnation in swordsmanship, but at that moment, he had a consonant heart, broke through the bottleneck, and advanced to a higher level in swordsmanship.

He was originally an indifferent and vulgar person, and he hoped to study in this ordinary valley for a lifetime, but he had to leave. There were too many responsibilities on his shoulders, and there were too many things waiting to be done.

On the day of his departure, the high fever on his body subsided, the residual poison disappeared, and he was able to walk around freely just now, but he still held the giant que, walked out of the bamboo house with a straight waist, and walked towards the entrance of the valley.

Along the way, he didn't look back once.He is attached to the beauty and tranquility of these ten days, but he also has more confidence in the future, because he has survived the calamity of life and death, because of his progress in swordsmanship, and because he was finally able to defeat himself and win again. Feeling the beauty of life and full of expectations for the beauty of people's hearts, all of these strengthened his belief.

However, in a few days, the Xiuhuang village of the Bai family on the right peak of Yuwu Mountain has become desolate and decayed. grow more vigorously.

In contrast, Zhujiazhuang has reversed its decline and surpassed its previous heyday.

The hanging white flowers decorated to wish the funeral of Tianwei and his wife have all been removed, and replaced by a splendor of golden walls. The servants standing at the gate of the village are all dressed in bright new clothes, with their chests and stomachs folded, condescending, and arrogantly receiving people who come and go guests.

Zhan Zhao walked forward slowly, looked up at the majestic gate of Zhujiazhuang, and then looked at the servants with strange faces in front of the gate, he couldn't help but feel deeply moved.This Zhujiazhuang is just one of nearly a hundred families in the martial arts, but in less than a month, it has gone through ups and downs several times. Isn't the ups and downs in it just like life?

Zhujiazhuang has undergone too many changes. The former owner, Zhu Tianwei and his wife, including the old housekeeper, blessings, and those servants and maids, died and scattered. Now this Zhujiazhuang seems to be the same Zhujiazhuang. But it has been turned upside down.

Zhan Zhao looked at Zhujiazhuang with clear eyes, with indescribable feelings and deep doubts in his eyes.

Seeing Zhan Zhao, a servant in front of the villa gate took two steps forward, with his chin upturned, squinting his eyes, and said carelessly, "What do you do? No one is allowed to stay here."

Zhan Zhao looked at him, his expression remained the same, his eyes became more thoughtful, and he said politely, "Xia Zhan..."

"What exhibition? I haven't heard of it. I hope the owner is busy and doesn't have time to see guests!" Ding Ding waved his hand and shouted loudly.

Zhan Zhao laughed when the servant made such an offense, and asked nonchalantly, "Who is the owner of Zhuzhuang in Guizhuang?"

The servant curled his lips, thinking that this foreigner didn't even know who the owner of Zhuzhuang was, and he even looked down on him in his heart, so he looked up at the sky and ignored him.

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, and was about to speak, but someone behind him shouted, "Isn't that Brother Zhan?"

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