Sad Li

The wind started to blow in the middle of the night, scratching and screaming outside the window, like a shrill whistle. Han Jin woke up once, and couldn't fall asleep again, so he had to open his eyes and look forward to the morning.The results did not stop until the morning.It was bright and unclear that day, as if it had been forced out, and there was a gloomy bluish white from the inside to the outside, not like the brand new light that should have been in the morning, but rather like it was applied excessively after nightfall.

"I really can't believe this is February." Han Jin said, complaining several times along the way. "It's not like February."

"The further north you go, the colder it gets." Meng Fang replied.

"Just kidding, it's not so cold in the north!"

"It's cold in the spring." Meng Fang answered him seriously.In fact, he himself was also frowning.Han Jin noticed that he was depressed, and deliberately told some jokes to amuse him.But he didn't have any elegant jokes, and he only heard them when he was drunk, which only made Meng Fang feel even more depressed.The sun came out for a while in the afternoon, and the false brilliance fluctuated among the clouds, but it had no purpose, and then disappeared suddenly.A few minutes later, it began to snow.

The atmosphere of the earth has warmed up, the snow can't stay on the ground, and it will be wet for a while, turning the dry and cracked soil into black and black.Meng Fanghui doesn't see snow very often, let alone this peach blossom snow. She catches it with her fingers and watches it turn into hot water spots on her fingertips.The further the two walked, the heavier the snow was, and the wind whizzed along with the snowflakes. Although they couldn't find a place to hide, their pace slowed down a lot.Gradually, the scenery struggled, and they were all covered with make-up, and the mountains and fields were instantly quiet.The wind also gradually stopped, and the snow fell silently between the sky and the earth, only the feet became more and more difficult to walk.

The two walked for an unknown how long, and the hair in the clothes room was covered with snowflakes.Finally, the snow also stopped, and it was born at the end of the month, and the surrounding fields were vast. Looking back, there were only the footprints of the two of them, which looked extremely clean in the vast expanse.There were no other living things, only the sound of the heartbeat could be heard, and the two of them could not breathe more lightly, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.

"This..." Meng Fanghui finally said. "I did not expect……"

"Tomorrow it will all melt." Han Jin said with dismay. "It's good to have one more look."

"I'm watching." Meng Fang replied solemnly, her eyes were sour and cold from being open for too long. "It's just blocking the journey. I don't know if we can make it tonight..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't make it in time," Han Jin said. "Look, some people are afraid that we will get lost and freeze to death, so they come here to save sentient beings."

Meng Fang turned her face away, as if she wanted to say something to him, but felt that it was meaningless, both of them stopped, just waiting quietly.Waiting for another footstep, steady, slow, approaching from far away, reminiscent of the heavy evening bell echoing in the temple.The figure of the visitor gradually became clear, with a thin figure and a bald cloth cap. He was about 50 to [-] years old, dressed in ragged black clothes, holding a thick Zen stick, and a string of old rosary beads hanging around his neck.

He stopped when he saw them, the distance between the two was several zhang, the snow and the moon were so brilliant that it was hard to see clearly.Meng Fang replied preemptively: "Master."

The monk nodded slightly, his voice was unexpectedly clear, as if a person who had never spoken before spoke, unable to coordinate with the environment, and felt strangely singing. "This benefactor must be Mr. Meng from Xiaoxiang. The other one, is he known as the number one in the world?"

His tone was high-pitched, which was really deafening in this environment, and he was obviously not a mature and prudent person, but there was no contempt or mockery, just a simple question.Han Jin took a step forward: "This is Han Jin. Dare to ask the master's title."

The monk said: "The poor monk has no title. He is a small monk working under the cook in the Shaolin Zhaitang. He is called the burning monk."

"Sweep the floor?"

"Do not sweep the floor."

"That's good!" Han Jin felt relieved, and Meng Fang glanced at him with a half-smile. "The burning master stopped in the middle of the night... Uh, we met by chance, I don't know what's important."

"Han benefactor, do you remember meeting a monk who broke the precepts in Mianyang three years ago?"

Han Jin only felt that Meng Fang's breathing tightened suddenly.He suddenly felt amused, Meng Fanghui was always like this, the emperor was not in a hurry.After a while, he replied, "I don't remember."

Burning Huo Monk's piercing eyes, sharp as a knife, swept across his face, as if to pierce whether he was lying.Han Jin was just indifferent, and his fingers touched his palm like burning coals.

"Liao Fan, the second disciple of Zen Master Zhihui in Shaolin, was expelled from Shaolin 20 years ago because of false discussion of Buddhism, rioting in the Zen hall, violating the precepts of drinking, sex, and killing, and was expelled from Shaolin by eighty sticks. He died in a brothel in Mianyang three years ago, and according to eyewitnesses, it was the number one crime in the world."

Meng Fanghui suddenly grabbed his hand, and the bony joints hurt him.Han Jin stretched out his other hand, and carefully separated his fingers one by one.

"Master, can't you break it?" He asked after a while.

"The poor monk faced the wall for three years, and he couldn't break through, so he had to come to find a benefactor."

Han Jin laughed. "If it is as the master said, it is not a pity for this person to die. Why bother to break it?"

The burning monk squinted his eyes, and his voice suddenly rose, which only made people's brains buzz. "It's up to you to decide whether he should be killed or not?"

"Whether I should kill or not is up to you to decide?"

"Wait a minute, Master—"

"Xiao Meng, get out of the way! I will take care of what I do next."

The Zen stick thumped heavily in the snow, splashing a cloud of white dust.Han Jin laughed wildly.

"You all think that I am not worthy of being number one in the world. But I am number one in the world!"

Meng Fanghui was already pale with anger. "Then you have the guts not to use my sword!"

He always felt that he hadn't worn a sword for a long time.In Xiaoxiang and Jiangling, the swords that were seized were thrown away after use.Zhang Chaoguang has Chi Yao, Meng Fanghui has Fang Hua, they are both famous martial arts swords, and they regard them as life, and most of them are swords, and people die with swords.Han Jin's sword has no name.He does not carry a sword.He has no sword of his own.

Any sword, any knife, any gun, any weapon in his hand is a slave!

The burning monk let out a loud shout, and the fine iron Zen staff danced like the wind with his strong inner strength, and a circle of snow and fog swayed around his body.The frightening sword light of youth is as bright as day.When the sticks and swords intersected, the two of them retreated three steps each, and the area they had just stood was a few feet away.

After a while Han Jin spoke, his voice was already calm. "Master can't break through, do you want to ask for it from the sword?"

Monk Shaohuo didn't answer, but five sunken finger marks appeared on the Zen stick in his hand.

He wasn't angry, agitated, or even disappointed.In the sword there is no reference, there is no answer, there is no life and death, in the sword there is nothing but the sword.

He knew this before he came.But he still comes.Why did he come here?

"The poor monk grew up in Shaolin since he was a child. He was stupid and humble. He didn't grow flowers and real things. He couldn't recite the scriptures, he couldn't enter the door, and he couldn't understand the Dharma. The only one who was willing to talk to me was Chan Master Fan. Fan studied Buddhism, recited Buddha, and destroyed Buddha. It's all his wish. I'm very envious of the wish come true. Only the benefactor, I don't know if it's his wish."

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?" Han Jin's patience was exhausted. "Liaofan deviates from the scriptures, has no relatives, falls out of prostitutes, and no one cares about him for three years after his death. Even such a person, good and evil creatures, will be affected by one hair, and the whole body will be affected. The chain of cause and effect will continue to live. One day, it will be my retribution. Killing pays for life, since ancient times, the master just wants to kill me; the master can kill me, he will kill me, if the sharp weapon can't kill me, how can the tongue kill me!"

"Not bad." Monk Burning Fire suddenly spoke softly. "May the donor repent?"

What am I doing wrong?Why should you repent? ——Han Jin was about to refute almost immediately.A cloud of white air rushed out of his mouth, and he realized that he didn't answer when he saw the other party's expression remained unchanged.

"No."

Meng Fanghui lived up to everyone's expectations and went over to take over.Han Jin opened his mouth, but still couldn't speak.Maybe what Meng Fang said was completely right, maybe it's not as good as these two words for him.But he felt an impotent anxiety, like being wronged, misunderstood, hard to explain, he didn't care much about being treated as a hater, anyway, he was like this from morning till night, but that was Meng Fanghui! "Why not?"

"Natural nature is hard to change."

Han Jin felt that he seemed to have said this somewhere recently.There is no such thing in the current world newspaper, he thinks it has nothing to do with himself.

Monk Burning Fire no longer looked at him, as if he could look through mountains and rocks to fix Meng Fanghui.He is a hollow rotten log, a boat without oars, which cannot be crossed, cannot be saved. "Then why is the benefactor here?"

"Natural nature is hard to change."

The burning monk let out a long sigh, turned around and walked towards the direction he came from.

He disappeared faster than when he came, and the rustling footsteps did not leave any aftertaste; if it weren't for the faint numbness of the fingers holding the sword, he could be regarded as an unpleasant daydream.

"Xiao Meng." Han Jin finally said. "Thank you for the sword."

"No need." Meng Fang said indifferently, reaching out to pick up Fanghua.Han Jin suddenly gave a firm grip, but Meng Fang didn't answer. She looked up at him with some doubts, and felt an ominous premonition that she had never passed this test.Han Jin said. "You're angry again. What are you angry about?"

What he said seemed to accuse Meng Fanghui of being unreasonable, but Meng Fanghui simply didn't say anything.Seeing him passively resisting, Han Jin became angry and anxious. "Because I used your sword? Or did you say something you couldn't stand? Xiao Meng, you are so disappointed in me, you can stay away from me, I am not disabled...! Whether it is Xie Huaide or you, Even if I am a horse, I will not lose a single thing. At worst, we will reach the same goal by different routes."

As soon as he loosened his hand, the Fanghua sword slipped a few inches from his hand, and Meng Fang returned to hold it firmly.

"Han Jin, you are a person who usually does more than thinks." After a while he said tactfully. "That's not bad. But once you get distracted, I'm really going to bow down. I don't care if you say it or make insinuations. If you're so suspicious, I dare not speak."

"Xiao Meng, you are really poisonous." Han Jin said, he just wanted to laugh. "I can't even do this!" He almost published a tirade about the decency and sanctimoniousness of famous families. Although the central idea is somewhat different from the refreshing to the old-fashioned theory of real villains and hypocrites, the anger can be said to be the same.

"Of course you can't do it, and you're not me." Meng Fang replied as a matter of course, and he finally felt much more at ease. "Okay, don't worry, I'm the one who started it, and I'll explain it to you. I won't tell you, lest you misunderstand. I'll tell you, even more lest you misunderstand. Comparing two evils, there is no seriousness. In short, I I said it, don't take it too seriously... But I don't know where to start."

Han Jin didn't expect such a grand gesture, so he couldn't help but look up at the sky. "We might really sleep in the wilderness tonight." He said tentatively.

"Didn't you say you can't go tonight...this snow..." Meng Fang subconsciously looked into the distance, the road ahead was vast, and there was no shadow of the city.He didn't care too much, and still lowered his head. "You know when did my mother actually live in Jiangxun Temple, even though she didn't move in the first place?"

"Ten years ago?" Han Jin said, actually he couldn't remember clearly, he just guessed randomly.

"Yes.... Master didn't tell her, but she didn't dare to expect me to go back alive. She practiced medicine and did good deeds, and chanted scriptures in the morning and evening. She just accumulated virtue for me and hoped that I could grow up safely. How many people were there at that time? You, me, Qin Youqian, Fan Chenghua, Xue Li, Xue Wen, and A Jue..." Meng Fang snapped her fingers back. "The bloody battle has been going on for years, and the sects have suffered heavy casualties. With nowhere to go, a few newborn calves were gathered together to attack Wanchongling at night. I am afraid that no one expected us to go back alive at that time! Only we didn't think so, and we were still ambitious. It is well known in the first battle to become famous, once the Xue family brothers meet, tell me not to snatch Yuchilian's head from them!"

"You are all young talents born in the world, and you may not necessarily go to the doctor in a hurry, especially you!" Han Jin finally seized the opportunity to vomit quickly. "I heard about your name when I showed them horses in Guanzhong. Xiaoxiang has Meng Fang, it's incredible, the blue is the blue! The Xue family's arrogance," he also remembered the fate of those two people, and finally said Jide, did not continue to pursue. "Anyway, I watched you from a distance, and I didn't dare to make a sound. I was afraid that any of you would not like me, so call me out first... Yes, you still have to carry a burden, which is full of food brought by your master. Like a wooden man, he can't poke or move, doesn't talk or laugh, like a little girl. How can there be such a tall little girl!"

Meng Fang laughed back and trembled. "What a hatred! In vain of my good intentions, I secretly gave some to you. But you turned around and ran to court A Jue. Xue Li and Xue Wen wished they could eat you!"

"Yes, but why did you suddenly bring this up, Xiao Meng...I mean, it's been so long..." Han Jin was not embarrassed, or the hero didn't mention Nian Yong. , There are countless versions and are very popular, but Meng Fang feels awkward when he says this back, as if he was confessing his last words.

"Ah." Meng Fanghui slowly suppressed her smile, and the somewhat dazed expression appeared in her eyes again.Han Jin suddenly trembled; he was forced by the severe cold, and his liver and gallbladder were torn apart.However, this severe cold is also cracking.Life is at stake.They are at the moment when heaven and man are at war, and they just stand by and watch.

"Have you ever seen yourself wielding a sword?" Meng Fanghui said softly, then shook her head mockingly. "...This is stupid, of course you haven't seen it. I'm not talking about ability. Now everyone knows what you are capable of. Of course, you know it yourself. You can't be more clear. I just say what I saw... You are like a human being. Just plants. Nobody can be more human than you."

"I often wonder why you can do that; naturally everyone thinks, it's all wishful thinking, why can you think that way? You don't want to stop at any time, like a sword with a thousand mouths, blood alone can't feed you. Yuchi Lian died under your sword, and the world was in an uproar, but most of them still said that you were astonishingly lucky, but I vaguely knew at that time that even if one day the heights were overwhelmingly cold, you would not be tired. You...really... like a monster..."

His voice gradually sank, and the end of his words was blurred and contradictory. It didn't seem like he was talking to Han Jin, or even to himself. Suddenly he shivered again, like waking up from a dream. "Anyway, what else can I do?" He said hastily, unknowingly as if to justify himself. "You and A Jue have made a private decision for life, and you have abandoned it in disorder. You are addicted to wine and sex, and you don't have enough money to spend, so you don't hesitate to let them drive you. What can I say? Tell you to do it yourself? I have that face? I don't tell you the original intention. Talk about the original intention It's also ridiculous. I may not see you completely, but I don't believe that you are false. You are just... enjoying yourself."

Han Jin stared at him intently. In fact, he didn't really listen to what he said, only Meng Fang's lips were tearing up in his eyes. "Xiaomeng, it's alright! I fully understand. Let's talk about it. If I listen to you for half an hour every day, in exchange, can you let me do something?"

Meng Fanghui was so immersed in her emotions that she was suddenly destroyed, and a mouthful of old blood almost gushed into her throat. "Brother, are you still talking about the rules in business? You are not making a lot of money, you are taking a risk!"

"Don't you want me to change my ways?" Han Jin argued hard. "Show some sincerity, Xiao Meng! The safety of martial arts is in your hands, don't you realize the importance?"

"Why do you still want to kill the Quartet?" Meng Fanghui didn't accept this at all. "Do you like to change or not, why do you use me as an excuse? Wang Huaijue, the number one beauty in the south of the Yangtze River, how did you go to heaven and earth? I don't have that much ability, and I can't pull out a hair."

"Xiao Meng, don't be fussy about doing good deeds. The Buddha still cut meat to feed the eagles. You don't want your children to be caught by wolves." Han Jin's inspiration came one after another. "Before going to Xiaoxiang, you made an agreement with me for three chapters, and I promised you, didn't I? Am I not talking? You just let me touch it—just once! I can hold on for another three months. Is it worth it? "

This proposal seemed very tempting, Meng Fang lowered her head in thought: "Princess."

"I didn't!" Han Jin protested desperately.Of course he had known for a long time that Meng Fanghui was not a fuel-efficient lamp, but Meng Fanghui's tenacious quality that erupted at critical moments often made him unable to resist. "I don't use you as an excuse, and you don't use others as an excuse!

Encourage me to say a few words, but I am afraid that I will misunderstand, what is the misunderstanding, that you are implying that besides being a friend, there is something else to me?You don't even have confidence in yourself, so why am I thinking so much! "

Meng Fang became more and more calm. "Then I'm done talking, have you misunderstood?"

"I don't need to make a fuss about this, and my surname is not Han!"

"I knew it..." Meng Fang replied.Han Jin was already impatient to talk again, and he felt that the temptation could come to an end, and he would be defeated before he knew it; Meng Fang knew that he was inviting you into the urn for sure.That is throwing oneself into a trap, and one cannot expect him to be merciful.He is sure that Meng Fang will love cleanliness, but she is not a fan of cleanliness.Didn't hate his smell.What's more, at this time and here, there can't be any smell, blood and iron, or the fragrance of tender branches; except snow.They were too close, so close that even the perception of danger was superfluous.But Meng Fanghui was still retreating, he couldn't move, but he was still retreating, his eyes were deeply buried behind the lowered eyelids.

"...That, crazy monk." Han Jin said intermittently, he could already smell the warmth of Meng Fang's breathing, but his thoughts drifted unexpectedly far away. "I remembered. When he died, someone would avenge him. If I die, will someone avenge me?"

"I won't avenge you." Meng Fang replied, his words seemed to come from the inside of his abdomen, without any disturbance of air flow.

"That must be, what can you do with someone who can kill even me?" Han Jin said angrily, he no longer expected anything.Concentrate on making his best efforts.When there was a fine biting pain on his lips, he suddenly heard the sound of snow sliding from the branches.Not snow.It was water that eroded the snow into a shallow ice cave.