The monk who is going to cross me is bent

The last time Chi Wang and Lao Ji met was in Yuangang City.

When we parted at dawn that day, he promised Master Ji to buy him a drink. After saying this, he fell into a deep sleep in the tomb. He had never kept this appointment.

He never thought that his old friend would use such an ingenious way to complete the unfinished century-old agreement.

The man in front of Chi Wang's table turned around and smiled loudly at the people in the tavern: "Today is a good day, brothers, feel free to spend in the shop, I treat you!"

The guests in the tavern were taken aback, and quickly laughed and said: "The owner is really happy, then respect is worse than obedience, and borrow the light of the owner!"

The owner of Fengyun Villa laughed and said: "This shop has been handed down from my great-grandfather's generation. It has been open for decades at a loss of money, and it will finally be able to close tomorrow!"

The smiles of the customers in the store stopped abruptly, showing embarrassment.

Chi Wang took out a bank note from his pocket, and without looking at the amount, he slapped it on the table and said, "Every five years, I will send someone to send at least this number to your store, and keep this store open. I pay, and the win is yours."

The tall man took the banknote and looked at it, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "As long as there is no war in the Northland, your money will be enough to make this tavern lose money for more than ten years. Brother, there is no need to do this." Affordable."

Chi Wang didn't want to listen anymore, he stood up holding the wine, turned around and walked out.

Sandstone suddenly said to him: "Chi Wang, this man is the owner of Fengyun Villa, currently the number one master in the martial arts master list - Feng Yunzheng... He is a martial idiot born in hundreds of years. You are only high but not low, you never thought you would run into him so unexpectedly, don't you want to take this opportunity to get acquainted with him?"

Chi Wang responded indifferently and arrogantly: "I don't care who he is."

Holding the wine in his arms, he flew away on the street with light work.

Whoever loves the first will be the first, now he just wants to find the quietest place to drink this jar of wine quietly.

Chi Wang ran all the way to Tianshan Mountain with his altar of wine that spanned a hundred years.

The Northland Mountains are located in the extreme north, and there are only two seasons in a year, that is winter and summer.

The long winter will not end until June, but once September comes, summer will immediately re-enter winter, and the spring and autumn days of each year are so short that they can be counted by fingers.

In winter, the sky is always dark and fast.

Chi Wang, who was halfway up the mountain, watched the sky completely darken in just half an hour.

Chi Wang is not a person who gets drunk easily.

But when he encountered such a jar of mellow and fragrant century-old wine, and went to the old appointment with his friend a hundred years ago, on such a dark and windy night, he became drunk.

Sandstone was a little worried: "Chi Wang, did you drink too much?"

"It doesn't matter." Chi Wang said slowly, "I never drink too much, but I want to drink today."

Chi Wang didn't let go of the last drop of wine in the wine jar. After confirming again and again that it was really empty, he carefully placed the wine jar next to his face, and he plopped himself down on the white snow on the side of the snow-capped mountain.

After a while, Chi Wang said: "Sometimes I would think, I have lived alone for so long, what is it for?"

So Shashi knew that Chi Wang was drunk, and although he was worried, he didn't know what to do.

Chi Wan said softly: "It's rare that someone still remembers me. It feels so good... After so many years, I'm afraid that they will remember me, but also that they will forget me. Thinking about it later, they actually remember me and forget me. Me, to me, what's the difference?"

"For so many years, I have walked down by myself. Since I have chosen this path, why do I need to be sad and squirm like a child? I have always been hard-hearted... I will always be the one to walk to the last man."

Sandstone echoed, with a lonely voice: "Your will is much stronger than mine. If I lived alone for 700 years, I'm afraid I would have gone crazy... Maybe it's because he understands me that I am so happy after meeting you." Wake up."

At this moment, Shashi also expressed his feelings, "With such a long life, I'm afraid I have done everything I want to do. With your wealth and strength, you can get what you want. It's been 700 years. You have long lost interest in anything, and I admire you, Chi Wang, for such a long time, you have always known what you are going to do."

"You're wrong, I never know what I'm going to do." Chi Wang said indifferently, "The only thing I know I'm going to do in the past 700 years is to save people, save people, and save another person, I don't know When will these days end?"

This question has been asked for a long time, and at this time, I asked it out of the opportunity: "Then why do you want to save people?"

The Beidi Mountains are high-lying, and Chi Wang lay on the mountainside and looked at the stars in the sky, as if they were closer than usual.

It's just that the stars seem to be hiding tonight, and few of them are lit up, making the night sky look extraordinarily dim.

Chi Wang stared blankly at the night sky: "This is what I promised Zhuang Yan... I can't die until I finish it."

At this moment, Shashi felt that he was very close to the answer, and hurriedly asked: "What did you promise him?"

Chi Wang covered his eyes with his hands, and there was no movement for a long time, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

He still didn't answer Sandstone's question.

The Tianshan Mountains are so quiet at night, when you listen carefully, you can hear the subtle hustle and bustle of the world of mortals far away.

A lot of people gathered at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, lit a bonfire at night, drank and sang around the fire, as if today was some kind of festival.

Chi Wang heard a sound from afar and saw a distant fire, but he couldn't arouse any interest at all.

He put his hands on his eyes, looked at the night sky through his fingers for a while, then closed his eyes tiredly, half asleep and half awake, and said softly: "What's the noise down there? How can you be so quiet in such a quiet night?" Don't you want to live in peace?"

A voice sounded from the side: "Because the leader of the Tianshan Sect predicted that at Yexinmao, when the stars disappear, there will be stars falling like rain. The people in the north will not sleep tonight, and they will guard this spectacle."

The voice was so familiar that Chi Wan didn't realize for a moment that it was the present day in a dream.

The man sat down beside Chi Wang, with a gentle and warm voice, "Farewell to Wisteria Village, I don't want to see you here again."

Chi Wang barely opened his eyes, and saw that the man was wearing a dark cloak and a hat on his head, covering his head that was also reflecting light under the moonlight.

At the same time, it also blocked Chi Wang's dull mind, preventing him from reacting immediately. The one sitting next to him was the bald donkey he had always hated the most.

When reason recedes, intuition plays a decisive role at that moment.

The aura on Zian's body made him feel more stable, as if he could perceive it naturally, and those who came would not hurt him.

Zi'an said in a gentle voice, "In ancient times, the meteor shower was a natural disaster, but a hundred years ago, when the Zhong Dynasty founded the country, the theory of astrology was completely abolished. Therefore, the people in the northern border are willing to watch the meteor shower at night."

Chi Wang murmured: "But there are also lunatics like me who don't know about Xingyu. They just want to lie on the snow and watch the sky in this cold weather."

Zi'an laughed softly in a clear voice: "I hid. Just now, I visited the Tianshan Sect on the top of the mountain at night, and I was almost discovered. There are too many people below to go, and the people above are too smart to stay. Then I will be in the middle." Blow the cold wind, I didn't want to but bumped into you."

There was a smile in Zi'an's voice, "...the smell of the delicious wine seems to make people drunk, no wonder the benefactor didn't drive me away tonight."

Chi Wan didn't speak.

Rusting sounds came from beside him, and the monk followed Chi Wang's example and lay comfortably on the snow.

Ichigo almost fell asleep.

The breath around him was gentle and stable, without any malice, his body almost recognized this familiar feeling before his mind, and he consciously relaxed and rested.

This tranquility lasted comfortably until the bonfire party at the foot of the mountain gradually reached its climax, and everyone began to drink and sing. The out-of-tune chorus sang straight into the ears of Ichibo halfway up the mountain, waking him up.

Chi Wang moved uncomfortably, "It's so ugly, tell them to shut up."

Zi'an laughed and said: "The poor monk can't do it, you can only be patient."

Probably the word "poor monk" stimulated Chi Wang, making his mood not so peaceful and beautiful in an instant, "What...you are a bald donkey? Bah, sing a song, and I won't drive you away."

The monk's temper is really good. He met Chi Wang twice, and every time he pointed his nose and scolded the bald donkey, but he never saw him angry.

At this time, facing Chi Wang, who is unreasonable whether he is drunk or not, he is still quite gracious: "The poor monk can't sing, but the poor monk can tell stories and tell fortunes."

"Then... you are fate." Chi Wan replied slowly after a long time.

Zian laughed again, and he couldn't help turning his head slightly to look at the little benefactor with his hands on his face under the dark night.

"Your birthday horoscope, I am willing to help you try."

Chi Wang said slowly: "Luo E's new calendar is thirty-ninth, and the twelfth lunar month is twenty-eight."

The monk calculated seriously for a while, then stopped suddenly, shook his head and smiled slightly: "Benefactor, you are playing tricks on me again. How could you be born in the new calendar year of Luo Er at your age? According to the Luo Er calendar Forget it, you are already 760 three years old."

After a long time, Chi Wang slowly said: "Yeah, you stupid, how can someone live for more than 700 years? It took you so long to react."

Zian looked at his stingy nose and chin, and couldn't help laughing again, "Three years ago in 760, you must have been born in the age when princes were fighting for hegemony. At that time, the first emperor, Mu Beixi, was just a prince and had not yet ruled the world. At the same time, those who have the military power are Zhuanghou in the north and Shihuan in the south..."

At that moment, Zian suddenly stopped his unhurried narration, as if by accident, he glanced at the person next to him again.

Chi Wang seemed to have fallen asleep, under the night, his chest rose and fell evenly and gently, without making a sound.

So Zi'an naturally didn't bother him anymore.

He just didn't know why, under such a peaceful starry sky, he felt the peaceful joy of unknown reason, like a traveler who has been traveling for a long time, and finally found his hometown after a long wandering.

In the scent of wine mixed with the clear snow, the monk opened his eyes and looked at the night sky. His heart was very quiet, but he was also very happy. This was a very comfortable peace.

On the snowy ground halfway up the Tianshan Mountains, under the pitch-black sky, there were two people lying like this.

They lay side by side, half an arm's width apart, without disturbing each other.

The author has something to say:

Chi Wang said angrily: "When you are a monk, don't wear a hat, just be a pot!"It was so dark at night, I almost didn't recognize it!

Zi'an is helpless: But the poor monk... It's cold, the benefactor forgives the suffering of baldness.

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Quote:

1. The description of the meteor shower, used for:

Spring and Autumn · Zuo Qiuming "Zuo Zhuan"

"In the seventh year of Lu Zhuanggong's summer and April Xinmao night, the stars disappeared, and the stars fell like rain in the night."