The Invincible Art of Oriental Invincibility

That year, Yue Buqun was 24 years old, and his master said to him when he was recuperating on Siguo Cliff in the back mountain;

"On this mountain, you will never get what you want, and you can't learn what you want to learn. It's better to go down the mountain and walk around, so you can experience it." Yue Buqun knew that Huashan would be re-elected soon. He is the head of the sect, and the person that the master and uncle are optimistic about is him.

That night, he packed his bags and went down Mount Hua in the dark. Yue Buqun looked at the bright stars in the sky, and the gentle night wind in the mountains. He felt so refreshed, so he simply threw away his bags and lay down on the rocky mountain road down the mountain. Looking at the stars, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

He lived with his master in the back of Mount Hua since he was a child, and like his master, he seldom appeared in front of people. Among the brothers and sisters of the same school, he only made friends with his junior sister Ning Zhongze. This time he went down the mountain in a hurry and did not tell her. There are countless martial arts cheats, but I don't know if I can be regarded as a good player with my current martial arts practice, and I am even more confused when I go down the mountain this time...

"Alas..." With a long sigh, he let out some stuffiness in his chest,

When he walked down the mountain slowly and came to the small town without doing light work, the sky was already dark and the sun could not be seen. It was a cloudy day. Yue Buqun frowned as he looked at the corner of his robe that was wet with dew.

He took out a few copper coins and asked for a bowl of chaos from the peddler at the early stall, before he could sit down and eat slowly, the heavy rain fell unexpectedly, the peddler handed the chaos to Yue Buqun and smiled apologetically to him;

"The sky is not beautiful, this chaos is my gift to you, you take the money well." After speaking, he returned the few copper coins to Yue Buqun, packed up the small stall and hid under the eaves of the big family to avoid the rain.

Yue Buqun looked at the bowl in his hand that was still steaming just now but was poured by the rain just now, and laughed lowly. There were not many pedestrians in the early morning, and now because of the heavy rain, few people are willing to leave the house. In a small town, only a few people hid from the rain under the eaves of the white walls and red tiles, while Yue Buqun held the bowl of cooling chaos in his hand and slowly stepped on the bluestone road of the town one by one.

Once upon a time, Master Yuantong, a good friend of the master, said after fortune-telling for him: temperament is empty and true, and being alone does not cause dust.He was nine years old that year, and he didn't know what a human being or a demon was. He just longed for a home that could give him the minimum warmth.

Later, when I grew up, I saw the warmth and warmth of human beings and the coldness of the world, and then recalled what Master Yuantong said before, and felt that even if there were demons in this world, they were forced out by this ruthless world.

Suddenly, he felt that there were no more raindrops falling on his body, but when he looked up, he saw a man with a handsome face and a dark blue robe holding an umbrella for him. After seeing the man's face clearly, Yue Buqun couldn't help showing a hint of a smile, Warm like the winter sun.

The man's gaze shifted from his soaked clothes to the chaotic bowl he was still holding in his hand, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and a deep voice flowed out so naturally;

"Let's go." He didn't ask Yue Buqun why he went down the mountain, and didn't have any extra words, just two words bound Yue Buqun to himself.

Yue Buqun put the Chaos in his hands in front of the howling yellow dog under the eaves, then hid under the man's umbrella and left with the man.

From a distance, it seemed that Yue Buqun's cheerful voice sounded, which was mixed with one or two sentences of the man's answer.

"Brother Zuo, why are you here?"

"Wait for you!"

The author has something to say:

I met an author from Jinjiang in my city today and said very happily, I think Jinjiang has a lot of talents!Presented by the small theater, the second watch later...cover your face...