Cloud of the Qing Dynasty

Sometimes, large expanses of cloud and mist are like flowing water, gradually sliding down the steep mountain from high to low, Zhang Chi asked between Mu Liuyun's sword practice: "Is this how you got your name? "

"I don't know, maybe, Master never mentioned it."

When it was lunch time, Mu Liuyun wiped off his sweat, washed his hands and prepared to eat.

Another disciple came to deliver the lunch. I don’t know if he heard something from the senior brother who went back in the morning. He also looked at Zhang Chi with a strange flickering look. He looked away guiltily.

It was only later that Zhang Chi learned that this mysterious "Uncle Grand Master" on the back mountain had always been the object of gossip among the disciples who were bored. After he won the No.1 glory of the martial arts conference, he became the focus of everyone's attention. Focus, the "uncle grand master" who never liked to be close to others, just got so close to Zhang Chi, and the whole sect was extremely curious about him.

And Mu Liuyun didn't care about other people's eyes or the discussions behind his back at all. After finishing his meal calmly, he got up and went to the second floor of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Due to the limited terrain, Qingfeng Pavilion was not grandly built. It was only two stories high, with eight rooms up and down. Mu Liuyun and his master Xuan Yichang lived on the first floor. I haven't been there yet, and I didn't have the opportunity to visit it with Mu Liuyun until now.

The four rooms on the second floor are all study rooms, filled with all kinds of books. Zhang Chi picked out a book and flipped through it. He only knew some words and sentences such as "mysterious" and "Tao follows nature". Asked: "There are so many books, shouldn't they all be martial arts secrets?"

"No." Mu Liuyun said, "The other rooms are all miscellaneous books collected by Master, and the ones in this cabinet are the Taoist classics I copied by hand."

"Did you copy it?" Zhang Chi looked at the tall man and the almost full bookcase in surprise, "You actually wrote so many books?"

"It's actually more than that." Mu Liuyun said, "Brothers will take some away from time to time and give them to the disciples down the mountain to read or give away, otherwise I'm afraid they won't be able to pretend."

Zhang Chi was even more surprised: "It must take a lot of time, but why did the Shangqing Palace let a master like you spend so much time copying books?"

Mu Liuyun spread the paper, held his sleeve with one hand and began to rub the ink, and said in a flat tone: "When I was young, my personality was much more irritable than now, so the master asked me to copy the scriptures every day, so as to calm down and hone my patience. , it became a habit after a long time. Anyway, in Qingfeng Pavilion, if you don’t copy books, there is nothing else to do.”

Although Mu Liuyun used a flat statement tone, Zhang Chi felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it, and he said softly: "In the future, you don't have to be so boring anymore, I can take you to play around, there are many, many things to do at the foot of the mountain Yes, all over the world, the world is so big, you can't play it in your life."

But Mu Liuyun shook his head with a smile: "All kinds of things at the bottom of the mountain really dazzled me at first, but after the freshness wears off, I find it very annoying. It's not as quiet as the mountain."

"Do you like to be clean?" Zhang Chi scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Then I will try my best to let you live a clean life in the future."

"Let's not talk about that, I remember that "Thousand Characters" is placed in the second row of the first shelf next door, you copy the first three pages, and ask me if there are any characters you don't understand."

"Oh..." Zhang Chi went to pick up the book with a bitter face. Although he wanted to read more, every time Mu Liuyun really taught him, he would be hit hard and even began to doubt his life.

Don't look at him being so dexterous that he can weave all kinds of weird gadgets. As soon as he picks up the brush, his hands are as clumsy as his feet. .

When Mu Liuyun finished writing a page, Zhang Chi hadn't filled a line yet. Seeing his clumsy and stiff writing, Mu Liuyun sighed softly, pinched his fingers to correct his pen holding posture : "The pen should be held like this, with the strength of the wrist."

Zhang Chi looked at Mu Liuyun's serious profile in embarrassment, and his face turned red suspiciously.

"What are you looking at me for? Read the words." Mu Liuyun frowned.

"Hmm..." Zhang Chi looked around and changed the subject, "Liuyun, I'm a little curious. Besides practicing martial arts and reading and writing, don't you do anything else?"

Mu Liuyun thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Then don't you feel bored?" Zhang Chi couldn't imagine such a monotonous life.

"Reading and practicing martial arts are my interests, so naturally I don't feel bored." Mu Liuyun said, "As for those things that others regard as fun, I have tried some things, but after all, they are not as interesting as practicing martial arts. "

Zhang Chi said with a smile: "Many people regard reading and martial arts as hard work. You have to rely on perseverance to persevere in order to achieve something. You enjoy it. In this regard, you are better than most people. They're all much happier."

Mu Liuyun was noncommittal, put the written pages aside to dry, spread out another piece of paper and pressed it with a paperweight: "Copy the book."

"Oh..." Zhang Chi struggled to hold the pen, wrote a few more words, and couldn't help but start talking, "Are we going to write until dinner time? What are we going to do at night?"

"Go take a bath at night." Mu Liuyun frowned and said with a little disgust, "You should take a good bath."

"Isn't my wound not allowed to touch water? Besides, I have to rub my body these days..." Zhang Chi said aggrievedly.

Originally, he was a relatively clean person, unlike the so-called "masculine" brothers in the beggar gang or the army. Later, he learned that Mu Liuyun had a cleanliness habit, and he paid more attention to cleanliness than before. , Unexpectedly, it is still difficult to escape the fate of being rejected.

"I've seen your wound, and it's ready to be washed." Mu Liuyun looked down at the paper, "Anyway, don't touch me until it's cleaned."

"You mean I can touch you after washing?" Zhang Chi showed a very bright smile, "Okay, I will definitely wash off a layer of skin every day."

Mu Liuyun's ears seemed to be a little red, but his tone was a little displeased: "Don't talk so much, you are so impetuous, do you still want to learn how to read?"

"Okay, okay, stop talking, write and write." Although Zhang Chi's mouth was closed, there were rich associations in his mind, and the smile on his face became more and more awkward.

***

After dinner, while it was still dark, Zhang Chi followed Mu Liuyun along a steep mountain road built on a cliff for more than half a mile, and saw a bamboo house built with bamboo against the mountain wall. .

Open the door and enter. Inside is an eight-foot-square pool. It is not deep. It should reach to the shoulders when sitting. The water in the pool is drawn from the gaps in the rocks with bamboo. The sink overflowed into a small gutter outside the house.

Zhang Chi thought that the mountain spring water flowing from the cracks in the rocks would be very icy, so he stretched out his hand and found that the water was lukewarm.

There are several hot spring pools like this one up and down Mount Hua. This one is too high and the pool is small, so not many people come here. Only Mu Liuyun, who lives in Qingfeng Pavilion, visits every day. His private bath.

Although Zhang Chi had the guts to do what he should and should not do last night, he felt a little shy for no reason at the moment. clothes, and asked aloud: "Do you want to wait for me to wash first?"

"Ah? Of course not, let's wash together." How could Zhang Chi miss such a great opportunity to have a bath together.

"Together?" Mu Liuyun didn't think so at first, he looked at the small pool, although it could hold two people, it should be a bit crowded.

"It's like sleeping together at night. People who are close to each other wash together." Zhang Chi said shamelessly.

Mu Liuyun hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly agreed: "...Okay."

Zhang Chi couldn't care less about being coy now, for fear that Mu Liuyun would change his mind, he immediately took off his clothes and got into the water.

"Liuyun, let me rub your back for you!"

"No, I'll do it myself."

"Then let me wash your hair for you."

"I will do it myself."

Mu Liuyun still had the look of rejecting others thousands of miles away, Zhang Chi's voice was already a little frustrated: "Then help me wash the wound on my back, I'm afraid it will be broken."

Mu Liuyun finally did not refuse this time. He took a sweat towel and wiped the scabbed wounds as gently as possible, only to find that besides these wounds, Zhang Chi still had many old wounds on his body. scar.

Curiously, he pressed his fingers on the scar on Zhang Chi's shoulder that looked like an arrow wound. It felt uneven to the touch, and it must have been a serious injury.

"Were you often injured before?" Mu Liuyun asked.

Zhang Chi felt a little itchy, so he grabbed his hand: "On the battlefield, swords and arrows have no eyes, and injuries are very common. By the way, I heard that you were also injured when you intercepted the pursuers of the Red Lotus Sect last time." , Where is the injury? Let me see."

"On the leg, it's fine."

"Let me see, I can rest assured after seeing it with my own eyes." Zhang Chi insisted, and groped under the water surface where the visibility was no longer very good.

"Don't mess around, it's here." Mu Liuyun could only stand up and show him a scar on his left leg.

"Fortunately, it doesn't look too serious." Zhang Chi touched the wound, thinking that it would be a pity to leave scars on such a perfect body.

Mu Liuyun suddenly reached into the water, grabbed Zhang Chi's wrist, and said in a bad tone, "Where should I touch it?"

Zhang Chi carefully looked at Mu Liuyun's face, he didn't seem to be angry, so he smiled shamelessly: "Anyway, there is no one else here, so I just touch it, I won't do anything."

"What else do you want to do?" Mu Liuyun frowned, "Stop messing around, take a shower quickly, or it will be dark."

Zhang Chi said aggrievedly: "You stand in front of me so lively and fragrant, but you don't even let me touch you, Liuyun, you are too cruel and domineering..."

While talking, his other hand became restless. Mu Liuyun clasped his wrist with a little strength, Zhang Chi hurriedly cried out for pain, and Mu Liuyun sneered: "Every time I get a chance, I'm busy dreaming, it seems You are recovering well, yesterday you were faking the pain from your wound, right?"

"How can you think of me like this? My pain is definitely real. Although it's not the kind of unbearable pain, it still hurts." Even if he was caught by a hand, Zhang Chi still hugged Mu Liuyun with a stern face. , like a brown candy that can't be shaken off.

Mu Liuyun had already started to regret taking a bath with him.

He knew that as long as his attitude was colder and tougher, and his hands were crueler, he could completely refuse Zhang Chi's harassment, but he couldn't be colder towards Zhang Chi, so they took the bath until the moon was up, and they put it on in the dark. Get a change of clothes and come out of the bamboo hut.

It was completely dark, and Mu Liuyun was a little annoyed at Zhang Chi's nonsense, and also a little unspeakably ashamed, so he strode forward silently, letting Zhang Chi stumble along in the dark night.

It was hard for Zhang Chi, he either kicked the steps or tripped over the grass stalks, Mu Liuyun had warned him that it was going to be dark, but he was obsessed with sex and didn't take it seriously, he just touched Mu Liuyun all over his body Ben also kissed him many times, so he didn't have the face to complain at the moment, so he could only try his best to keep up with Mu Liuyun's footsteps.

When he reached the dangerous section of the road, Mu Liuyun was still worried that he would stumble and fall down the mountain due to the lingering poison on his body, so he turned around and took his hand.

Feeling the temperature from his palm, Zhang Chi felt that his whole heart was about to melt into a puddle of spring water.

On the next road, none of them spoke. Under the starlight, two equally powerful hands held together, like a silent oath.

-end of volume two-