Xiao Han [Shooting Condor]

"Master Yideng, why did you and Huang Laoxie come to Jiaxing?" Hong Qigong asked after taking a sip of the wine gourd.

Master Yideng smiled slightly, glanced at Xie Yao, and said, "Junior brother is currently curing the strange poison, and there are still a few medicinal materials missing, and this herbal medicine is only available in Jiaxing. Ziliu and the others are all sent by me to work, so I have to I'll go there myself."

Everyone knew that Master Yideng's younger brother was a Indian monk who was good at treating wounds and detoxifying, so they didn't ask any further questions.Hong Qigong looked at Huang Yaoshi, and said again: "Old Xie, why are you here?"

Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, what's the matter with wandering around the world? Have to report to the old beggar?"

As soon as Hong Qigong blew his beard, he stepped forward and said: "If you are willing to report to me, that's fine, but when you meet my Beggar Sect disciples in the future, just take care of me." The implication is that Huang Yaoshi also Said to be a disciple of the beggar gang.

Huang Yaoshi didn't take it seriously, turned his head away, but didn't answer the question.After a while, Hong Qigong shouted that Huang Yaoshi was too wicked, and turned to ask Master Yideng how the two of them got together.

It turned out that Master Yideng came to Nanhu Lake in Jiaxing and happened to meet Huang Yaoshi. The two traveled hand in hand and heard the sound of fighting from a distance. Both were amazed that the other party's martial arts were not weak, so they came to the cliff out of curiosity.

It was rare for the four of them to get together, and they went back to the South Lake without knowing it. Hong Qigong twisted the bamboo stick in a fancy way, inserted it into the lake, then raised the bamboo stick, and there was a perch on the stick. Being pierced through the body, he struggled twice and returned to the west.

"The perch is beautiful, the perch is fat, why did you pick it up?"

Hong Qigong held the perch in front of Huang Yaoshi's eyes, but Huang Yaoshi smiled and took two steps back, "I still want to imitate your skills."

Xie Yao watched from the side, his heart moved, he turned around and borrowed a pot of seasoning, and started a fire by the South Lake to cook fish soup.Seeing his proficiency, Hong Qigong stroked his beard and smiled, "Very good, Huang Laoxie, you don't want to show off your culinary skills, so someone will show you." After he finished speaking, he helped Xie Yao watch the fire.In fact, Xie Yao didn't know how to cook fish soup at all, he just wanted to remember it.Xie Yao closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, added water and put the ingredients, and cooked it according to the steps in the Tianshu. After half an hour, the perch had been boiled in the pot, but the soup was watery and had no aroma. It was hard to mention the appearance. whet the appetite.

Hong Qigong looked at the fish soup and said, "Monk Wangxuan, you have wasted a good fish for nothing. Sure enough, monks can't cook it meaty!"

Xie Yao didn't seem to have heard of it, he stared blankly at the fish soup for a moment, then suddenly added a spoonful of sugar into it.

Hong Qigong filled a bowl, smashed his mouth and tasted it, shook his head and said, "This is the strangest thing the old beggar has ever drunk. It's bitter and sweet. Have you eaten the gall?"

Xie Yao was startled, lowered his eyebrows and sighed: "So it's suffering."

He used to always feel that the fish soup made by Tianshu had a strange smell, but he didn't know what it was. Later on in Tianshan, he added a spoonful of sugar every time to suppress the smell a little.Thanks to Hong Qigong's tasting, otherwise he still wouldn't be able to understand it.

Master Yideng nodded, clasped his hands together and said, "Only when you remember bitterness can you think about sweetness. How can a bowl of fish soup be able to fully express the taste of it?" He looked at Huang Yaoshi, and said, "You should ask more about this. Brother Yao, learn." After saying that, he walked under the tree and sat cross-legged.

Huang Yaoshi and Xie Yao looked at each other, but neither spoke.

While they were talking, Hong Qigong picked up another chopsticks of fish meat and put it into his mouth, he couldn't help but let out a little gasp, there was not even a single fishbone in the fish meat, which shows that the cook was skilled and put his heart into it.Inexplicably, the more the fish is chewed, the more fragrant it becomes. With that strange fish soup, every sip is like a different taste. The bottom of the pot of fish soup is full of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.

"Ecstasy, ecstasy." Hong Qigong raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes, and asked, "What kind of fish soup is this?"

Xie Yao smiled: "I don't know either."

Looking at the empty bottom of the pot, Hong Qigong couldn't help wondering, and said: "The ingredients are extremely ordinary, and the taste is really strange, but I actually ate nothing left of this pot, it's weird!" Xie Yao made a few glances, Xie Yao understood, and went to the South Lake to catch a fish and boil it for him.

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Master Yideng was meditating under the tree, Hong Qigong fell asleep with an empty pot in his arms, the moon was in the sky, and the night was as cool as water, Xie Yao lowered his eyebrows and thought secretly.At this time, a faint flute sound was sent along the night wind, making people even more melancholy.

Xie Yao couldn't help sighing in a low voice, and suddenly the sound of the flute stopped.Xie Yao was startled, and suddenly remembered that it must be Huang Yaoshi playing the flute, and he didn't know how he was feeling, but his own sigh made the sound of the flute lonely.

However, the sound of the flute stopped for only a moment, and then it started again immediately, but compared to before, with internal force, it suddenly rushed in like waves layer by layer, extremely fierce.Xie Yao only felt his heart throbbing, thumping and moving, extremely uncomfortable.After listening to it for a while, a heart seemed to jump out of the cavity, and I was startled, and I used my kung fu to resist and calm my mind.However, the sound of the flute became more and more urgent, sometimes it was like a thousand arrows being fired, and sometimes it was like a sword chopping with a knife.

When the Buddha beads are plucked, the sound is mellow, but it can only produce a single tone, which is far inferior to that of Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, the sound of the flute.But Xie Yao's skill is profound, when there is a buzzing sound, Huang Yaoshi's heart skips a beat, he can't help but lose his strength, and his tone is extremely weird.Huang Yaoshi regained his energy, and the sound of the flute was top-notch. He only heard the two sounds intertwined and became more and more urgent. At this time, suddenly there was a loud bang, and it was Hong Qigong who threw the iron pot and shouted, "Do you two want to sleep alone in the middle of the night?" After saying that, he scratched his neck and turned over. Continue to sleep.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Huang Yaoshi turned out from behind a tree and smiled at Xie Yao.

He pinned the jade flute back to his waist, turned around and walked in front of Hong Qigong, took out two wine glasses from him with ease, took off the gourd, and poured a glass of wine, just like that day in front of the Chongyang Palace, when he flicked his fingers, the wine glasses Go straight.Xie Yao stretched out his hand to take it lightly, and said, "Thank you."

"Thank you brother for your hard work."

Xie Yao was stunned: "It turns out that Island Master Huang has recognized me a long time ago. I am ashamed to say 'brother'." Huang Yaoshi didn't care much about this, he waved his hand and said, "I saw it as early as in Chongyang Palace. Because you are pedantic, I didn't expect that after a few years, you are still so ignorant? In terms of martial arts, no matter what your seniority is, your martial arts are already higher than the five masters, so I took advantage of it." Xie Yao thought it was the same, he Not paying much attention to these, Yao toasted a glass of wine and said, "Brother Yao, please."

After three glasses of wine, the two began to talk to each other about the moon, from the supernatural power of snapping fingers to the magic sword of six veins to Guo Jing's seven monsters in the south of the Yangtze River. For some reason, they brought up the battle of the Chongyang Palace. Xie Yao was inexplicably depressed. He turned his back, Despondently said: "No matter how good your martial arts are, you can't wash away half your life's bad reputation."

Huang Yaoshi said coldly: "There are many ignorant people in the world, why should you pay attention to them?"

Xie Yao didn't answer for a while, but said: "That's right, his reputation has been cleared, and no one has come to congratulate him." Huang Yaoshi looked at his expression, thought of what Master Yideng said just now, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "My lady has passed away. ?”

"One year, eight months and twelve days."

Huang Yaoshi smiled slightly, looked at him, and seemed to find some resonance: "No wonder." He took another sip of wine while speaking, and looked into the distance, "You must know that the afterlife cannot be waited for, and the past cannot be chased. You are much younger than me. A lot of good time, good time, if you keep smoldering in your heart like this, you will not get any benefits."

Xie Yao lowered his head, frowned and asked, "Brother Yao, do you want me to forget?"

"Of course not." Thinking of this, Huang Yaoshi sighed and said, "The dead are gone and everything is empty, but the living are not. Back then I was depressed too, but fortunately Rong'er is cute and smart. Now she is the same as that silly boy Guo Jing Peace and happiness, if her mother knows about it, she should also be happy."

Xie Yao was startled when he heard the words, spread out his palms, then clenched them again.He didn't understand this truth, but whenever it was easy to think about it, it was extremely difficult to do it.His life was bestowed by his wife, maybe time can really dilute everything, but before that, he must not let anyone down.Live well, not just for yourself.

Looking at the bright moon above the head, the clear light and Lingling sprinkled on the world.His surname is Xie, and his single name is Yao. He is Xia, he is righteousness, he is the ideal of Tianshu, the bright, warm and radiant light in Tianshu's heart.

He is still him, not some Master Wangxuan.

Being a monk is a kind of escape from the world, a kind of burnout, and even a dislike of oneself.However, this is not Xie Yao's character. He has overcome countless ups and downs and has never flinched. There is still a long way to go in this life. Even if he is alone in this life, he still has to walk towards the light step by step with loneliness.Love others no matter whether you live or not, but if you can see him in heaven, you will be happy for him!

A gust of night wind blows, refreshing.

Knowing that he had figured it out, Huang Yaoshi was so happy that he couldn't help singing loudly: "If you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, it will rush to the sea and never return...five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu'er will be exchanged for fine wine..." The singing is reckless, drifting with the wind in the night, in a chic and unrestrained manner.

Xie Yao resonated greatly when he heard the emotional part, as if he had swept away the sorrow of parting for many days, he raised his wine glass high and touched him heavily: "Sell the eternal sorrow with me!"

The two laughed at the same time, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

When Hong Qigong and Master Yideng heard the movement, how could they turn a deaf ear to it, they stepped forward and said: "Okay, you two hid here in the middle of the night and stole my wine!"

"Thank you Qigong for the good wine." Xie Yao handed back the wine glass, feeling relieved in his heart, he raised his head and let out a long laugh, and let out the turbid air in his heart, the lingering sound echoed in the valley, turning the world upside down.

He took off the Buddhist beads that were fettered around his neck, returned them to Master Yideng with both hands, and respectfully said, "Xie was lucky enough to meet three of them today. The demons in his heart have been eliminated, and he has benefited a lot. There are many mistakes in life, and I already have a bright lamp in my heart. I'm afraid of the long road. I hope that when we meet again next time, we can talk about the glory together!"

Before the words fell, the wind was blowing through the skirts of his clothes, and he was already far away from the mountains and forests.

The author has something to say: The main reason is that winter is coming, and I am tired, Calvin, and my fingers are frozen, which is not good for TAT