[full-time master] short story

After practicing the principle of master and apprentice, he sat down, made a long voice, shook his head and said: "The world is mysterious and yellow."The original intention was to ask Zhou Zekai to follow along, but Zhou Zekai didn't want Zhou Zekai to continue the next sentence directly: The universe is prehistoric.The husband thought that his family had taught him earlier, so he asked the next sentence: the sun and the moon are full.The little prince said: "Mountains and rivers are moist."

If it is dozens, all can be answered correctly.This gentleman went to find Mr. Zhou that day, and said that your young master has already been enlightened, so why did you invite me here again?

Master Zhou said that there is absolutely no such thing.

The gentleman sighed in amazement, and explained what young master Zhou said, and said, such a child prodigy is rare, and he will become a great weapon in the future!

Master Zhou smirked, at most it was because the child had some inner wisdom, why did he praise him so much.He heard it from elsewhere, and it may not be impossible.

Mr. Zhou is so open-minded, the husband can't help but feel a little bit of a horse's foot, so he doesn't say a word.After returning, no matter whether Zhou Zekai will know it or not, he will just keep teaching him.Zhou Zekai didn't care whether he knew it or not, he always had a correct attitude, sometimes he leaned his head and stared at the sky in a daze, and when he was called up by his master to beat him with a ruler, he respectfully admitted his mistake.

Originally, Zhou Zekai's life was roughly like that of the wealthy sons of these days. If he is studious and diligent enough, he can pass the exams all the way, get a Jinshi and get the rank, and go on the way to become an official; , known as Tian She Weng; as for the most inferior prodigal prodigal, it is estimated that he has nothing to do with him.It stands to reason that stories that should be like this are often not the case in legends.The name of Zhou Zekai as a child prodigy had just spread throughout the country. A crazy and strange Taoist came to the house. He stayed at the door and refused to leave even when his family came out to give him food. He insisted on seeing the young master of the Zhou family.The family was angry and funny, saying that the son of a thousand gold, who can't sit still, how could he show the young master to you, a crazy Taoist.The Taoist priest didn't know whether he was crazy or insane, so he said: "This child is lucky, and he should enter my Taoism. Ordinary people can't bear it, and he will lose his life in vain."

The family members got angry, picked up the broom and wanted to drive people out.Unexpectedly, the Taoist laughed three times and said, "Come on, let's go!"Even if it doesn't make sense, I'll pick you up!After saying that, he got up and walked away obliquely.The family felt strange and chased after a few steps, when suddenly a gust of wind blocked their eyes, and looking again, the crazy Taoist seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

As soon as the family made up their minds, they became suspicious and spread the word, but it also reached Master Zhou's ears.Master Zhou has upheld the teachings of saints since he was a child, and he didn't talk about strange powers, so he naturally didn't believe it, so he reprimanded him.Sit down and think about it, at least they should send more nursing homes in their own son's homes.

Zhou Zekai didn't know that there were disturbances outside.Besides reading every day, he always looks at the sky blankly, as if he can see something from Yun Juan Yun Shuli.Seeing him like this, the nurse who embroidered flowers by the window couldn't help being curious, and asked him what he was looking at.

Zhou Zekai simply said two words: Xingchen.

Hey, where are the stars in broad daylight?

The wet nurse thought Zhou Zekai was joking, but she didn't go into it.

The stars change, winter goes to spring, the young son of the Zhou family grows up day by day, and the crazy words of the old madman have long been forgotten.In the new year, when the willow flowers first bloom, the grass grows and the warbler flies, Mrs. Zhou takes the young master to the river to repair the mist.The riverside is crowded with people, all stretching their necks to watch the witches dance.The Zhou family naturally occupied a good position on the high ground, and played the moustache. Mrs. Zhou was tired from walking, so she sat down and let the maid play the fan, and several children from the clan gathered around to play cuju.The ball is densely wrapped with a layer of floral thread, and then knotted. When it flies high, the five-color silk thread spreads out, like a colorful bird constantly spreading its wings, 咻—咻——, It seems to fly high into the sky and never come back.

Suddenly, I don't know which kick used too much strength, the ball flew out of the step, and Gululu rolled away.Zhou Zekai was standing on the sidelines, and chased after him without waiting for anyone to call.

The bank slopes down and the ball rolls faster and faster.Zhou Zekai has short legs, and seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the ball, he suddenly stretched out a foot across the ground, hooked and hooked, the ball seemed to be stuck to him, flew up to his toes, stood on his shoulder, and made a spiral on the top of his head. , and lightly and delicately dropped it back into his hand, and handed it to Zhou Zekai.

Here.

Zhou Zekai looked up and saw a boy who was two or three years older, a weird elf, with a high-spirited eye and brow, very much like the big raccoon slave raised by his mother who was lazily basking in the sun.He blinked and said, you play cuju really well.

The boy shook his head and said, it's nothing.

What else can you do?

The boy looked smug: I know a lot.

Suddenly, there were more people on the river bank.The family members chasing him shouted Young Master Zhou's name loudly and lowly.But all this is gone like a cloud.The star that no one else could see suddenly shone brightly, it burned Zhou Zekai's eyes, and he suddenly realized that everything was a predestined meeting.

And the young man took his hand, said "Follow me", passed through the bustling crowd, and disappeared like two fish disappearing into the sea.

After this trip, it will be ten years since the Zhou family saw Young Master Zhou again.

two

"Someone is going to kill me."

As the sun sets, the lake in front of Linhuxuan is reflected in a golden red glow.There is one case in the pavilion, one chair, one sitting, and one standing.

The sitting man was covered with brocade, his face was white and beardless, and there was kindness in the corners of his eyes and brows, but his pupils showed a clear determination. Ning Xing entered.Later, Xu Shi's color faded, and he moved left to such a place in the south of the Yangtze River. Butt debt, I don't know if it's a romantic debt, but I'm afraid everything will be fatal.

"There are many who want to kill the king."

The man standing aside was simply wearing a black bunt, and his whole body was tidied up. He stood there like a bird fluttering its wings, like a pine tree standing alone on the edge of a cliff, like a silent sword sealed in a sheath.His face is so beautiful, even the powerful minister who is used to seeing the beauties all over the world can't help admiring him, but he is reticent, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, without the slightest bit of romantic charm, he can only make people sigh the beauty of jade Slightly flawed.

But if it looks like this, even if it is a thousand dollars, it is worth it.

Jiedushi was thinking about this, without showing it on his face, and smiled slightly:

"I was kind to your parents in the past, please save my life, it's not too much."

"It doesn't count." The young man in black said, after a moment, he asked again, "Who?"

Such a powerful and important person, waiting for an assassin, can't get close.What kind of rumors did he get that made people in the government ask for favors like this?

"I don't know the name of that person. I only know that there is a name among swordsmen. This person is called 'Grand Mo Xiao'. It is said that none of the people he wants to kill can be brought back."

The young man in black raised his eyes without moving his expression.

"That being the case, I will protect you. Only this time."

As the sun slowly set, the young man in black had his dinner following Jiedu—he refused to eat, and sat alone in the courtyard—and was respectfully invited to Jiedushi's study.In the past few days, there was a lot of turmoil, he didn't even dare to go to the back house, and spent the whole day resting in the study.A whale oil lamp was lit on the table, and the smoke of agarwood was wafting from the auspicious animal-shaped incense burner on the small table.

As the night gradually deepened, the Jiedu envoy seemed to be chatting: "Speaking of which, I and your family are considered distant relatives. In the early years, I also heard of a prodigy named Zekai who was famous for his early intelligence in the Zhou clan. I just want to say Perhaps in a few years, we may meet at the Qujiang Banquet, but I don’t want to be taken away later, to practice Taoism in the mountains, and become a swordsman.”

Zhou Zekai stood in the half-brightness of the lamp, and when he heard these words, his face was expressionless, as if Jiedushi was not talking about him, but a person with the same name and surname; The involvement of his footsteps, he just drifted home by chance, and came here by chance, and the fate that tied him to all of these is no stronger than a strand of spring gossamer.The Jiedushi didn't expect him to say anything, so he continued the topic by himself:

"Speaking of which, have you ever met the man named 'Jun Mo Xiao'?"

Zhou Zekai thought about it slowly for a long time.He has a handsome face and a jade-like color. The sword around his waist is wrapped with a jade-white silk sash, and his slender fingers rest on the hilt, making it almost indistinguishable.Jiedushi felt that his question was probably a waste of time; but looking at the beauty under the lamp, he couldn't bear the anger of being neglected, as if Zhou Zekai should be like this, slowly, faintly, like the person in the painting, In the dream of Wushan, Miaogu shoots like a god-man far away on the mountain.

And finally Zhou Zekai answered him.

"I know."

Only then did the Jiedushi realize that Zhou Zekai was just thinking: "Then you two, who is stronger?"

Zhou Zekai remained silent for a longer time this time.The Jiedu envoy was not in a hurry, and slowly looked at the swordsman whom he had temporarily drawn over, his jet-black hair, dark eyebrows, his thin lips that looked a little red, and two rows of thick eyelashes cast two thin Thin shadows.He looked so good-looking, but he didn't have any sparkle, even a seasoned veteran like Jiedushi looked back and forth, but he only had a quiet and far-sighted mind, and he couldn't imagine how such a person could be emotional.Such a person must be raised out of the dust.In the mountains and forests, is he the same as those strangers in the local chronicles of the immortals, who only eat pine nuts and morning dew, so that he can fly lightly and wield a sword like light?

Jiedushi was thinking about it on this side, and Zhou Zekai was also thinking about it.

He was thinking about the person known as "Jun Mo Xiao".

He was thinking about Ye Xiu and his sword.

No one else has a sword like Ye Xiu.It is like wind, like clouds, like fog, like rain, like spring flowers, like autumn leaves.You can't catch it, you can't tell it clearly, looking ahead, suddenly behind, it seems that only at the moment when the two blades intersect, this person's sword is the cutest.