[Yi Tian] Who has no regrets

In the midday sun, a winding shallow stream flows through the valley, and the clear water reflects a little bit of light.A few small fish wagged their tails leisurely and passed between the legs of Zhang Wuji who was standing still.On the shore, Yang Buhui held his breath and stared with wide eyes.For a while, only the rustling of leaves and the sound of trickling water could be heard all around.

With a sound of "wow", Yang Buhui only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and saw Zhang Wuji holding up a branch, offering it to her like a treasure, and said cheerfully, "Sister Buhui, I'll give you the biggest one!"

Yang Buhui cheered, hurried to the fish, he was slapped by the struggling fish's tail, and was stunned.Zhang Wuji watched her stay on the spot, and blankly touched her wet face, that childish appearance was really cute.He couldn't help but walked over, and wiped Yang Buhui's face with his sleeve.

It turned out that they narrowly escaped death that day and met Xu Da and others who came back to rescue them.After parting, Zhang Wuji felt that people were far more terrifying than wild animals, so he didn't dare to walk in populated places anymore, so he took Yang Buhui through the mountains and fields, catching wild animals for food.

Zhang Wuji caught a few more small fish and skillfully disemboweled them.Yang Buhui hurriedly gathered firewood to start a fire.The two of them had been hungry for a whole day, and they took a short rest after eating everything in a storm.

Yang Buhui took out the needle and thread from the empty town, and looked at Zhang Wuji's scratched clothes.Zhang Wuji took it off obediently, and sat aside to watch Yang Buhui mend.He watched Yang Buhui tightly pursing his lips, piercing the needle with a serious attitude, his demeanor was no different from that of an adult.The original white and fat cheeks were sunken, showing an unhealthy sallow color; the hair was disheveled and loose, with a few strands sticking to the lips.

He felt a little guilty.Over the past few days, he has seen Yang Buhui go from being clumsy to proficient, taking care of the two of them properly; no matter how hard or tired they are, they are always greeted with smiles.His eyes stayed on Yang Buhui's head, and he stood up suddenly.

Zhang Wuji walked behind Yang Buhui, removed her hair tie and began to comb Yang Buhui's hair awkwardly.Yang Buhui kept his fingers on his hands, but a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

After Zhang Wuji combed, he stood aside and looked at it carefully. He found two bags, one big and one small.Yang Buhui just didn't know what to do, he bit off the thread and straightened his clothes.As soon as he stood up, he felt a piercing pain coming from the soles of his feet, and he swayed and sat down.

Zhang Wuji strode forward, hugged Yang Buhui and asked anxiously, "Is there something wrong? Is it sick?" Yang Buhui shook his head, "It's just the foot hurts."

Zhang Wuji lifted Yang Buhui's leg and put it on his body, when he was about to take off his shoes, he realized that her soles were extremely worn and had several holes.What emerged from the hole was blurred flesh and blood.Zhang Wuji's hands trembled, and he carefully removed Yang Buhui's shoes and socks.

Yang Buhui was still a child, and he had never traveled such a long distance before. On the first day when he was on the road, he got blisters on his feet.But after all, she is an adult inside, knowing that this sin is necessary, as long as the cocoon is worn out, so she just endures every day.They walked for several days, mostly passing through mountains and fields, where a pair of cloth shoes were worn out.Yang Buhui got used to the pain and didn't care, he didn't feel that the soles of his shoes were broken at all.After resting and relaxing at noon, my feet were already swollen.

Yang Buhui couldn't see his feet, so he thought it was normal.But Zhang Wuji could see clearly that there were blood blisters on his feet, many of which were worn out and stained with sand, gravel and mud.He pulled up Yang Buhui's trousers, and found that even his calves were swollen.

Zhang Wuji's heart was sore and unbearable, his eyes were red.He turned his head sideways, wiped away his tears, and confessed: "Sit still." He went to pick anti-inflammatory herbs nearby.He carried Yang Buhui to the stream, washed her feet first, and used a golden needle to pierce the blood blisters; chewed and crushed medicinal herbs and applied them to the wound; opened the package, found a change of clean clothes and tore them into strips, carefully Bandage well.

Zhang Wuji looked at Yang Buhui whose face was starting to have a fever, and knew that the inflammation had started.He looked around, but found no cave where he could live, so he picked up Yang Buhui on his back through gritted teeth, and walked down the stream.Yang Buhui was in a daze, feeling himself lying on a solid back, swaying and urging her to sleep.She was delirious and didn't know what happened, but a trace of uneasiness prevented her from falling asleep, and she muttered: "Brother Wuji, I can go."

A soft voice seemed to say in her ear: "Go to sleep, just wake up." She couldn't resist falling asleep.

It was already night when Yang Buhui woke up again.Zhang Wuji was holding the medicine bowl, patted her on the cheek, calling her to get up and take the medicine.Yang Buhui was aroused by the bitter taste of the medicinal juice, and he became much more energetic. He felt weak and hot, but he couldn't stop shivering.She reached out her hand to touch Zhang Wuji's forehead, but Zhang Wuji quickly grabbed her hand.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji suddenly grabbed Yang Buhui's wrist tightly.Yang Buhui looked up, and found that his face was showing pain and patience, his body was trembling, and the "creak" sound of clenched teeth was incessant.Zhang Wuji forcefully squeezed out a few words: "No, nothing. Yes, it's cold poison."

Yang Buhui opened his arms to hug him, and said to him, "Brother Wuji hugs me, my body is warm." Zhang Wuji was so cold that he tightly hugged Yang Buhui's hot body.Yang Buhui unbuttoned his shirt, stretched his hand in, shivering from the coldness of his body.She hastily pressed her cheek to the coldest part of Zhang Wuji's heart, stroking and rubbing the skin of his back with her hands back and forth.

I don't know how long it took before Zhang Wuji survived.Panting heavily, he patted Yang Buhui's back lightly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's okay."

Yang Buhui looked up and saw Zhang Wuji's face was pale and his forehead was covered with sweat, so he stood up and carefully wiped off the sweat.She looked at Zhang Wuji's soothing eyes, touched his heart and limbs anxiously, felt his unusual coldness, and raised her head to look around in anxiety.

They were staying in a spacious cave, and a few steps away from them was a fire, and the broken pot that was usually used for the fire was lying aside.Yang Buhui picked up two pieces of firewood from the pile and added them in, and then turned on the fire, feeling that the temperature had risen a bit, so he went out with the pot.

She wrapped the thin clothes around her body tightly, and walked towards the sound of the water with one deep foot and one shallow foot.The hidden worry in my heart gradually surfaced.

Yang Buhui saw the attack of cold poison for the first time, and only then did he deeply realize how serious Zhang Wuji's illness was.She started to panic, what should she do if she really can't find "Nine Suns Divine Art"?She comforted herself: Zhang Wuji is the protagonist, and he will definitely be able to bring good fortune and turn danger into safety.On the other hand, I am worried: Is it just the same name and surname?In fact, this Zhang Wuji is not that Zhang Wuji?

She fetched some water and walked back with the pot.Looking at the hole where the fire was exposed from a distance, I couldn't help feeling warm and quickened my pace.The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge, as long as you don't give up hope, there will always be a way.

Anyway, she made up her mind that she would always be with Brother Wuji and not let him be alone.

Yang Buhui's parents are both famous martial arts masters, they are in strong health, and the next morning, the inflammation and fever were reduced.Zhang Wuji went out early and returned late every day. He hunted some rabbits, peeled them and dried them in the sun, and asked Yang Buhui to sew a few pairs of shoes to cover their feet;They stayed in the cave for two days, and set off again when Yang Buhui's feet had scabs.

Yang Buhui is decisive and bold, now that he has figured it out, he will stop worrying.They traveled hand in hand during the day, Zhang Wuji hunted and Yang Buhui cooked soup; at night they cuddled together, chatting and laughing to count the stars.Zhang Wuji likes to tell Yang Buhui about the exotic flowers, rare plants, rare birds and beasts on Binghuo Island, combined with his personal experience, it is far more vivid and interesting than the animal world on TV.Yang Buhui listened with gusto, and often pestered him about the living habits of white bears and seals, or the spectacle of volcanic eruptions.

The two have shared weal and woe along the way, how many times they have lived and died together in adversity, and they have long been close.Zhang Wuji didn't shy away from talking about his rebellious father Xie Xun with Yang Buhui, and Yang Buhui also casually revealed the secret of the dragon sword and Yitian sword.Both of them took peerless martial arts seriously, so after Zhang Wuji suddenly realized, he only reminded himself to tell his foster father in the future and forgot about it.

Although the days of eating and sleeping in the open are bitter, Yang Buhui feels that he is much happier than the pampered life in his previous life, and he secretly hopes that this road will not end.

After Zhang Wuji caught the last firefly for Yang Buhui this summer, they finally reached the place where there was a market.

Zhang Wuji touched the silver in his arms, looked at Yang Buhui's tattered clothes, and led her into the market.

Perhaps because they were close to the disaster area, there were not a few people in such a mess like them, and no one told them to go away.Standing outside the cloth shop, Zhang Wuji patted Yang Buhui's head: "Can I change your clothes for you?"

Yang Buhui shook his head, knowing that the road was still far away, and this little money was not enough.She pointed to the noodle stall on the side of the road and said, "Brother Wuji, let's save the money to buy food."

Zhang Wuji watched Yang Buhui trot over, then looked back at the cloth shop hesitantly, and suddenly heard the cheers of children in front of him.His eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.

Yang Buhui came back with the noodles and put them on the table, just as he was reaching for the chopsticks, a shaking little figure suddenly appeared in front of him.She raised her head and saw Zhang Wuji holding a fairy sugar figurine in his hand. Although he described it as sloppy, his joyful eyes were so bright that it warmed Yang Buhui's heart.Yang Buhui took the sugar figurine, looked it over carefully, and said to Zhang Wuji, "Brother Wuji, this is the most beautiful sugar figurine I've ever seen."

Yang Buhui pushed the noodles to the middle, and the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, and you ate the bowl of noodles one bite at a time.Yang Buhui held the sugar figurine in his hands, and while eating with a smile, he looked at Zhang Wuji, his heart was extremely sweet.