Xiao Han [Shooting Condor]

The three buried Qian Qingjian under a willow tree, and Shentu Xingchong even made a special trip to erect a monument for him, but he didn't write anything on the monument.

Shentu Xingchong stood silently in front of the grave for a while, his voice was like a mosquito: "Uncle, is my master really a big villain?"

Xie Yao glanced at him and asked back, "How did he treat you?"

Shentu Xingchong replied: "Master often asks me for money to gamble, but he never yells at me. Even if I can't learn three tricks in a few days, he doesn't scold me. Sometimes when I get sleepy from reading, he secretly reads Come in through the window and give me candied haws to eat."

"Qian Qingjian ran amok in the Yellow River area in the early years, robbed and plundered, and even had a feud with me. He is certainly a bad person in the eyes of outsiders, but he is a good master in your eyes, right?"

Shen Tuxing bowed his head and said, "...Yes."

Xie Yao nodded slightly: "Since that's the case, you don't have to worry about how others judge you."

Shentu Xingchong looked up at him, remembering Qian Qingjian's words before he died. As early as Xie Yao rescued him from the fire, he admired him very much in his heart, and felt that no one in the world could compare to this uncle.Shentu Xingchong summoned up his courage, suddenly strode forward, bent his knees, and said, "Uncle, please accept me as your apprentice!"

Ding Yue was fiddling with willow branches at the side, when he heard Shentu Xingchong's words, he quickly knelt on the ground and said loudly, "There's me! There's me!"

Xie Yao had never accepted an apprentice in his life, so he sideways avoided, frowned and said, "Get up quickly."

The two glanced at each other, then knelt forward a few steps, and Ding Yue hurriedly kowtowed to the ground: "Uncle, we are all orphans, we were rescued by you and survived the catastrophe, you are a good person, if you do it to the end, just leave us by your side as cows." Be a horse to serve you!" Shentu Xingchong also kowtowed, his strength several times stronger than Ding Yue: "We will learn Kung Fu from you, destroy Mongolia, destroy the Kingdom of Jin, gather righteous people, and do the righteous way of heaven and earth!"

"Nonsense!" Xie Yao flicked his sleeves slightly, and the two of them were pulled up involuntarily.

Shentu Xingchong raised his head, the skin on his forehead was broken, his eyes were full of tears, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Uncle, you...do you think that our aptitude is too poor to be useful?"

Seeing his appearance, Xie Yao's heart softened, and he couldn't help but let out a soft tone, and sighed: "What virtue can I do? Teachers preach and receive karma to solve doubts, but I can't even solve my own doubts, how can I teach you? "He travels thousands of miles alone, and he is really not used to getting along with people. How many lessons have warned him not to have any emotions. Although he is a layman and righteous, no one can approach his life. Under his peaceful attitude, a layer of frost will treat his heart Packaged tightly.

The two children are still young, so they don't know these worries, Xie Yao is like a piece of driftwood to them, they will never let go, and immediately knelt down in front of Xie Yao.

Xie Yao looked at the innocence and sincerity of the two young sons, and his fingers hidden in his sleeves couldn't help trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of being discovered, he turned around suddenly, and said coldly: "Kneel if you want!" Already walked a hundred paces away.

"Uncle! Uncle..."

Xie Yao ran away for an unknown distance, and the voices of the two sons behind him gradually became unrecognizable.

He stood there in a daze, realizing that he had come to a cliff, and the white clouds in the sky were flowing, but his mind became more and more disturbed. He raised his hand and punched the tree trunk next to him, only to hear a "crack", and the big tree with the mouth of a bowl snapped in the middle .

Since when did he unknowingly be afraid of being approached by others, afraid of anyone who wants to follow him.Whether it was his master, his mother, or her wife, these people who should have been with him all his life, all passed away in his best years.

Could it be that on that rainy night, he was already overwhelmed by the last straw, and had to put on a Buddhist shell of detachment from the world of mortals, to get rid of three thousand troubles, and to hide his thoughts, with indifferent eyes, secretly Fear of everything in the world.

Yes or no?Yes or no!Xie Yao questioned himself in his heart, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more anxious he became, his hands clenched into fists, the muscles on his arms bulged, and the rosary hanging around his neck seemed to be unable to suppress the pain in his chest that was about to break through the shackles. Devil!What did he do wrong?Why do good deeds and accumulate virtue all one's life, but not be rewarded by good people?

The anger of the world is ruthless, the anger of the sky has no eyes, what a pain!

Xie Yao couldn't restrain his anger any longer, he raised his head to the sky and screamed, his internal force couldn't control the majestic venting, the wind was like a knife flying sand and rocks in all directions, this long roar made the sky and the moon change color.The eagle flew into the sky, was shocked by his internal force, screamed in the air, and fell down the cliff.

But it was this whining sound, as if the moon was breaking through the clouds, and a breeze was blowing.Xie Yao recalled the stories told to him one by one by the clear voice of the scriptures in the Nirvana Furnace. On the highest mountain, the sun and the moon shine together.In his mind, a bunch of fireworks exploded instantly in the darkness. The chaotic energy that was born in the dantian methodically gathered the scattered internal energy around him, and the strong wind disappeared. Xie Yao seemed to be drained of strength, and his knees Once soft, kneel on the ground.

Xie Yao regained his composure, hurriedly took off the beads around his neck, closed his eyes and recited a spell of purifying the heart, and when his mind was completely calm, he opened his eyes to look at the world, and couldn't help feeling a little scared.

If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't lost his mind at the critical moment, he might have gone mad and died without a place to bury him.But the sadness in his heart lingered. Although it was a demonic disorder just now, he had to admit that it was the words he had chanted countless times. He used rosary beads to restrain his heart and behavior, but lost his true self. Forget what the original intention was.

Who was full of ambition and made the ambition to "sweep away the injustices in the world"?After the tragic accident, he gradually lost his way, taking his aspirations and ideals as a kind of burden, and he couldn't get back the passionate mood he had at the beginning.

Thinking of this, Xie Yao couldn't help feeling sad, it turned out that his resentment had never been let go, but he forbeared it so deeply that he even hid it from himself.

He was immersed in grief, when he suddenly heard a soft sound behind him, this sound is so soft that people without martial arts can't detect it, within a hundred steps there must be someone with extremely high martial arts coming.

Xie Yao didn't turn around, but put on the beads slowly, facing the cliff, deep valley, blue sky and white clouds, clasped his hands together, and calmed down into Zen.

I don't know how long it took, but the people behind him were not as strong as him, and someone sent a message mixed with internal force: "Are you here just now?" The five internal organs must be damaged.

The man asked, but did not respond, and had to turn out from behind the tree.He looked at Xie Yao, his eyes brightened, and he saw the monk sitting facing the wind, his clothes fluttering, and the sunlight coated his whole body with a layer of golden light, just like the Nine Heavens Saint Monk in the painting.

"Grandmaster's martial arts are good, but it's really rare that people who are drunk by Hong Qiyi can turn a deaf ear to it."

The visitor had a rectangular face, a slight beard under the chin, thick hands and big feet, and his clothes were patched here and there, but they were clean and tidy. He held a bamboo stick in his hand and carried a big red lacquer on his back The gourd is none other than Hong Qigong, the nine-fingered beggar.

He respectfully called himself a master, and called himself "Hong Qi" in front of Xie Yao, because he admired his martial arts; Xie Yao's face was covered with scars, and his age could not be seen, Hong Qigong thought Xie Yao was about the same age as him, or is older than him.

Xie Yao once had a relationship with him in Chongyang Palace, but he didn't hear him speak.Now he declared his family name, which saved him embarrassment.He stood up and nodded to Hong Qigong: "It turned out to be the famous nine-fingered beggar, I'm sorry."

Hearing his clear and gentle voice, Hong Qigong obviously was only in his twenties, his face turned red, he took off the wine gourd, uncorked it and took a big gulp, hiding his embarrassment: "Little monk, why are you here?" He was wandering around. , I wanted to eat the Jiaxing perch, when I was passing through the woods, I just heard Xie Yao's heart demon's long cry, and Hong Qigong recognized that the long cry was not weaker than him in martial arts, so he hurried away He came, but he didn't expect that he was an unfamiliar monk.

"Qi Gong can be here, why can't I?"

Hong Qigong didn't expect him to ask back, and this monk didn't name the Buddha, nor did he call him a "poor monk". He felt suspicious, blew on his beard, and glared, "I just heard the noise, so I came here to have a look. Why, you Wouldn't a monk not eat fast and chant Buddha's name, and run on a cliff to sing in broad daylight?"

Xie Yao hadn't smiled since his wife's death, but at this time Hong Qigong's unintentional words made him laugh.

This slight smile made my heart happy and cleared away all the depression that had been in my heart for the past few days.Xie Yao took another careful look at Hong Qigong, and saw that he was young, with white beard and hair, and piercing eyes. Because of drinking all the year round, he had a rosacea. Looking at his face, he was an extremely happy person.

Xie Yao was very envious of such a person, so he asked, "Qigong, where are your family members when you travel all by yourself?"

Hong Qigong didn't expect that Xie Yao would ask him this question, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, "The old beggar is alone, how can he have any family."

Xie Yao shook his head, and said firmly, "Did you jump out of a rock? Even if you don't have brothers and sisters, your parents should have them."

It was the first time that Hong Qigong heard such a comparison. He laughed and put the bamboo stick on the ground until it sank three inches, but he leaned on it lightly and did not fall over: "Once I was old, my parents would have turned to dust long ago. Where are they?" With good wine and good food, I will go wherever I want, this is the happy life of the gods, and my parents who have turned into dust will be happy for me if they are lucky enough to meet." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Xie Yao, and suddenly shook his head, "Forget it, you, a monk who doesn't touch meat, will never experience that kind of deliciousness in your life."

Xie Yao listened to him, but he vaguely thought of something in his heart. There is a story in the Nirvana Furnace, that is, the gluttonous dragon son is vicious and greedy, eats whatever he sees, and finally eats his own body, which means "greedy". However, there are similarities between Hong Qigong and this glutton, but they are completely different. The former only has "greed" in his heart, while Hong Qigong turns "greed" into a part of a happy life. kind of attitude.Conversely, how can Xie Yao not be "greedy", if he turns the greed in his heart into an ideal, isn't what he is pursuing another "fairy life".

Thinking of this, Xie Yao smiled at him and motioned him to pick up the bamboo stick.

Hong Qigong couldn't help being taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Xie Yao put his left hand behind his back, raised his right palm slightly, and made a gesture. The strong wind slightly lifted the autumn leaves on the ground, and they rolled down the cliff.

"It's better to be famous than to meet, Qigong, please!"

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