[full-time master] short story

Indeed, the sharp fighting intent almost burst out from that tiny point, and it was as strong as engulfing people.But once he took away the sword, Ye Xiu looked so kind and ordinary, and when he got excited, he picked a load of apricot blossoms and sold them in the streets and alleys. Sleeping at noon until the sun was setting in the west, Rendong and Xishe's raccoon cats curled up into furballs beside him.

Thinking about this, Zhou Zekai was fascinated, and suddenly came back to his senses, seeing that Jiedu Envoy's eyes were still rolling around his face, he couldn't help but feel a little sullen in his heart, as if a treasure that had been carefully hidden had been stolen by someone. Peeked out.

So he pressed down his memories of Ye Xiu in normal times, and thought about Ye Xiu's sword again.

Others didn't know, but he knew that Ye Xiu's sword had two handles before and after.

The first one is the beginning of sword learning, Ye Xiu went out to wander and got an ancient sword, which is called Quexie, it is extremely bright and sharp, and it is indestructible and invincible.He obtains the law by contemplating the intent of the sword, walks the masculine way of breaking changes, walks the rivers and lakes, so as to compete with others for victory.Their master saw his sword skills and wrote four words, "Kanglong has regrets".Those who have regrets lie in being too rigid, and too rigid is also broken, which is a big taboo for military strategists.

The next day, Ye Xiu sailed on the river in a boat.The waves are turbulent, the mud and sand are falling, and there is no difference; while the blue sky is long and the white clouds are long, Ye Xiu is watching the clouds in the waves in a boat, and suddenly he has enlightenment, so he seals the sword and returns to the mountains. No edge, no edge, soft and endless, empty and clear.The master fought with Ye Xiu, and if all three combinations were defeated, it would be a great success.

At that time Zhou Zekai traveled far away in the world, and up to now, he has never fought against Ye Xiu.Of course, Ye Xiu and Zhou Zekai didn't say these things, but Zhou Zekai only needs to look at Ye Xiu's sword to know everything.

"how?"

Jiedushi's patience will eventually come to an end, and he can't help but remind him.

Zhou Zekai finally trudged out of his own thoughts, and slowly said three words: "Very powerful."

After a pause, he said,

"You'll only know after you fight."

The Jiedushi carefully looked at this young man who looked like a beautiful woman, and saw that his eyes were bright, and he did not flinch at all; his hands were steady, and did not tremble at all.

Maybe there will be a battle.

Festival makes you think.

In fact, he didn't really care about Zhou Zekai and Ye Xiu's winning or losing.These rangers who traveled far away from the world and did not succumb to secular authority were not within the scope of Jiedushi's understanding.What he didn't tell the young man was that there were three layers of barbed wire crossbowmen and countless knife and axemen outside the house, and he was afraid that even a sparrow would never want to fly in.Zhou Zekai was just a dispensable talisman.

"That's up to you."

On the surface, the Jiedu Envoy was naturally courteous, and even bowed his hands in a courteous manner before getting up and entering the inner room.

Zhou Zekai did not return the gift.With his hand on the hilt of his sword, he cast his eyes on the deep and unfathomable darkness in the courtyard.There is no moon tonight, and even the stars are dimmed. Like a moth about to be suffocated, a bean full of lights jumps weakly in the room a few times, and explodes the lights with a "crack".

He walked slowly into the darkness of the courtyard.No one knew what he was thinking about, was he thinking about the danger tonight, the unlovable protected person in the house, or that unpredictable opponent?

Yes, Zhou Zekai was indeed thinking about Ye Xiu.

But not thinking about his sword.

three

Ye Xiu was fishing.

He fishes differently from others, most of the time he is in a daze, looking at the clouds in the sky, the shadows in the water, the rustling of the leaves when the wind blows, the birds chirping unsteadily on the branches, a small animal popped up somewhere, and He jumped away in twos and threes.

He sat there, holding a fishing rod, motionless, quieter than the moss-covered boulders by the river.

Then the rain fell.

The thin raindrops are densely covered, not the sudden torrential rain in midsummer, but the rain that only occurs in early spring. It is light and thin, moisturizing things silently, like a foggy garment.

Ye Xiu sat in the rain without dodging, as if he was waiting for the rain.Countless ripples bloomed on the river, and the fish in the river twitched their tails slightly, rushed a little upstream, and then stopped still.And Ye Xiu was like that fish swimming against the water, seemingly motionless, but in fact, his Qi machine had already been breathing out and turning around - the raindrops fell so densely that it failed to wet his green shirt.

Then he heard, in the distance, someone coming with the rain.

Zhou Zekai walked slowly in the forest.He knew that Ye Xiu might be by the stream, and if he wasn't there, he knew where to find him.He was dressed in the smoky rain, as comfortable as a light gray coat. He walked, with a strange rhythm in his steps, passing through the rain-washed forests that were more verdant, without wavering. A branch with a leaf.

Ye Xiu closed his eyes and heard Zhou Zekai's footsteps.He could feel how the young man was running the yin and yang energy mechanism in simple steps, which seemed extremely peaceful, but only when he confronted him could he feel the hidden sharpness.

He opened his eyes, and the aura circling around his body spread out in an instant, hitting the oncoming aura of Zhou Zekai.The moment their eyes crossed in the air, the water in the stream was excited by two air engines, and with a fluttering sound, the fish jumped up.

With every move of Ye Xiu's fishing rod, he was already skewering the fish on the head of the rod.He smiled slightly, and said to Zhou Zekai who came out of the rain: ——We have fish soup to drink.

The rain gradually stopped.A drop or two are just drops of water falling from the leaves.The water in the creek is still gurgling, and it seems to be a little higher than before.

A fire was lit under the old willow tree by the stream.The red clay stove was brought by Ye Xiu, and there was a small casserole sitting on it. In the small casserole, a stream was boiling, and in the stream was the fish from just now: the scales were omitted, the internal organs were not removed, and no seasoning was added. There is a very fresh taste coming out.The two sat opposite each other, as if waiting for a flower to bloom and a cup of tea to ripen, as they had done countless times when they were young.

At that time Ye Xiu had just kidnapped Zhou Zekai to be his junior.Of course, this kind of thing can't be called abduction. According to their master, it's just fate.When the old man said this, one eye was closed, and the other eye was turned to the blank sky, as if the stars that had faded under the sun were still reflected in his eyes.

It's a pity that when they went to the mountains and forests, they couldn't really eat the wind and drink the dew as they said in the legend-that's not learning swords, but dancing masters.Their master didn't worry about food and clothing other than picking up your junior disciple by pinching his fingers. He watched the senior disciple lead the younger disciple back, respectfully performed the salute to the master, said three good words, and then sat back down again. Quiet as a dead tree.

Ye Xiu watched Zhou Zekai reach out and grab his cuff, raised his head, and looked straight at him with a pair of black jade-like eyes.So he said, "Catch fish with me."

And it's not just about catching fish.

In those years, those who fly, run, swim, and jump in the woods were all harmed by two teenagers.Birth, old age, sickness and death, the strong prey on the weak - Ye Xiu said with a straight face while roasting rabbits, if you want to practice swords, you must first understand the way of nature.

Zhou Zekai thought for a while, but didn't know what to say.

Ye Xiu wiped off the oil from the roasted rabbit on his hands, took out a worn-out and thin booklet from his pocket, and handed it to Zhou Zekai.Zhou Zekai took it, and saw three words written on it: Tao Te Ching.

Mysterious and mysterious, the door to all wonders.

Later Zhou Zekai practiced the sword against the sun rising and the moon setting. For seven years, he obtained the sword intent by contemplating the changing of the sun and the moon. It is blazing like a flame and cold as frost.The master looked at his swordsmanship and said that this kid is smart, and the swordsmanship he chose would not require a second level of enlightenment like Ye Xiu to start all over again, but this swordsmanship pushed to the extreme is the way of Tai Chi harmony, easy to think, easy to do difficulty.It is rare in the world to have two swords. If you want to take another step up, it is like climbing a hundred feet tall building.

The master closed his eyes, slowly pinched his wrinkled fingers, and said: You should go out of the mountain.

Zhou Zekai was taken aback when he heard this.

He thought, Ye Xiu just came back.

However, he knew that since Master said that, he really should go.

So he went to find Ye Xiu.

Ye Xiu invited him to drink fish soup.

Of course, a small fish can't cook much soup--the fish is not big, the pot is not big, and the stove is not big.But on a rainy day, a bowl of soup was warm and very fresh. Zhou Zekai accidentally drank too much, and found that there was not much left for Ye Xiu in the end.His face turned a little red.Raising his eyes, seeing Ye Xiu looking at him thoughtfully, Zhou Zekai blushed even more.

Did the old man teach you to go down the mountain?

Ye Xiu asked.

Zhou Zekai nodded.

It's time for you to go down the mountain too.Ye Xiu said, what's the use of learning the sword without fighting with others?

Zhou Zekai knew that Ye Xiu would probably say this.But today he didn't come here just to bid farewell to Ye Xiu.

He put down the pot, corrected his posture, and said respectfully:

Ye Xiu, I want to fight swords with you.

He never called him Senior Brother Ye Xiu.The two of them cultivated their own swords, and they were not taught by their master. Except for eating and drinking together when they were young, it was hard to say that there was any special close relationship.Respect is not in the title, but in the heart.

Ye Xiu didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either.He took out the pipe from his pocket and burned some cigarettes slowly, as if he was thinking about something all the time.Such an absent-minded appearance would probably annoy others, but Zhou Zekai didn't care.

He knew Ye Xiu was thinking.I'm afraid that in this instant, he has gone through a hundred or even a thousand moves with Zhou Zekai in his mind.

Then Ye Xiu spoke.

Now is not the time. ——However, sooner or later, we will have a good fight.Then wait until then.

Zhou Zekai nodded.He stood up and saluted respectfully.

I'm leaving.

He said, holding his long sword in his hand, and walked towards the drizzle that fell at an unknown time.body