[Shuangyang] Swordsman

A cool hand stretched out to touch the young man's forehead, and then left after a while.

Chuanhan struggled to sit up, leaned against a pile of grain bags, adjusted his breathing carefully, and looked vigilantly at the person who saved him.

He was too flustered before he fell into a coma, and he could only see clearly that this was a disciple of Chunyang.

With the thin moonlight, Chuan Han finally managed to see the appearance of this person clearly. At the age of 20 years old, but with an expressionless air, his whole body is alienated from thousands of miles away - it is hard to imagine that among so many people in the teahouse, the person who came to rescue him in the end was actually the person who was standing at the time. To stand by and watch.

Yi Lingling nodded slightly to him: "There is no fever, the wound should not be infected."

Only then did the thin young man lower his head to realize that his wound had been treated properly, and an unknown ointment had been applied on it, causing it to feel slightly burning.The old clothes have been changed long ago, and the old clothes that are a little too big are exactly the same as the ones worn by Daozi opposite, presumably they are his clothes.

Immediately, infinite gratitude arose in his heart: "Thank you, Daoist."

"This carriage is going to Yangzhou." Yi Lingling stared at the boy, as if he was looking at a novel object.But there was no malice in that look, it was pure curiosity from the first contact.

When Chuan Han heard the word "Yangzhou", he paused for a while before saying, "I grew up so big, I have never been out of Luoyang."

He understood what this man meant—if there was a relative or friend who could go to him along the way, he should go there quickly, so as not to be lost.

But how can he have any relatives and friends?The young man who was born and raised in the small town of Luoyang was originally peaceful in a corner of the prosperous and prosperous world, but everything was changed when the fire broke out.

Where else could he go?His parents died, and his elders all died or were displaced during the war, and now he is the only one left, with nowhere to call home.

The boy slowly hugged his knees, and on the second day after his parents passed away, he finally shed tears of being homeless.

Yi Lingling didn't speak, and reached out to pat his head again.

Chuan Han was sobbing, and unconsciously rubbed against his not generous and warm palm, like a helpless puppy absorbing a little pitiful, temporary comforting warmth from the hands of strangers.

From that day on, Chuan Han has been sneering at his face, following this savior who met by chance, since he really went to Yangzhou with him, he couldn't even drive him away.

Regarding this, Yi Lingling had a headache: "Young man, I don't have much money, you and I are just poor ascetics, what can you get by following me? It's better to find a place to settle down early and do some business."

Chuan Han firmly shook his head.

He said, "I want to learn how to sword from you."

Young children always dream of being a hero for a few days, and he is no exception.When he was still in peace, he pestered his parents that he wanted to learn martial arts, and his parents loved him even though he was a child from an average family. At the same time, he also considered that he had always been thin, so learning martial arts might be beneficial.So I finally found a martial arts master in the town who had learned swords, and taught him a thing or two.

After only two days of learning, the parents who loved him and the master who taught him martial arts all died under Langya's knife.

Does he hate it?Naturally I hate it.

But what's the use of hatred, the fangs that killed his relatives are still raging across the border, and such things as revenge and hatred are meaningless without human hands.

He wants to learn swordsmanship, drive Langya out of the Central Plains with his own hands, and sue the spirits of his parents in heaven!

But Chuanhan was willing to learn, but Yi Lingling was not willing to teach.

He sat casually on the edge of a field in the outskirts of Yangzhou, patiently explaining to the young man beside him: "Find any martial arts master outside, and I will pay you the money for a year. You can learn swords by yourself. But I am a disciple of Chunyang, and the sect Martial arts cannot be passed on privately."

Chuan Han remained firm: "I only learn swords from you."

Yi Lingling: "... next year, in his twenties, he is not yet old enough to accept apprentices." Besides, he has not forgotten his original intention of going down the mountain, and he has not yet broken the heart of the world. How could he accept apprentices and distract his attention?

He didn't regret saving the boy in Luoyang, but he didn't want the boy to bring him more trouble.

He was a loner on the mountain. His brothers and sisters had already left the teacher. The master was either retreating or refining alchemy. Although he cared about him, he didn't see him all the time after all.

Chuan Han was still unshakable: "It doesn't matter, age is not a problem, you can wait until you reach the age, and it will not be too late to perform the apprenticeship ceremony. Before that, I will be your registered disciple."

... What's the matter, the registered disciple is still the minimum requirement, this is from rushing to pretend to be him personally?

Yi Lingling couldn't laugh or cry, he had never met such a stalker before, and there was no way such a stalker could be found on Mount Hua, where they were all cultivators, so he felt a little at a loss.

No matter how mature and prudent he is, he is still a blank piece of paper that has never set foot in the world of mortals.Now, the first stroke of heavy ink and color on this blank paper is because of a young man who was rescued casually.

For the first time, he became interested in the world of mortals described by Taoist Shanshi—since he wanted to prove his way and escape in the world of mortals, could it be that this young man is an indispensable person on his way?

Pulling out a grass stalk, Yi Lingling took it in his hands and made a circle, facing the great sun in Yangzhou, as if he wanted to put this glowing and hot thing in this small circle.

The sky is big and the earth is big, how should it fit in a small heart?

He finally lowered his hand, and slowly told the young man the reason for his downhill, and finally said: "Even at the age, if I have distracting thoughts in my heart, and I have not broken the heart of the sword, I am not worthy of accepting him as a disciple."

The boy replied very simply: "Then wait for you to prove the Dao, and I will call you Master again."

Yi Lingling raised the corner of his mouth a little, and the alienated breath dissipated a lot, and he became a little more approachable.

He said: "Then you should keep this in mind for now, Master, and remember to call it in the future."

They lingered in Yangzhou for a while.

This place is prosperous and peaceful, and there are often Chunyang disciples coming and going.Yi Lingling randomly intercepted an acquainted disciple of the same generation who was traveling abroad, and found out that some disciples were about to leave for Huashan, so he rushed to write another letter, in which he explained to the master in detail what happened in Luoyang—after all, he was killed If someone is killed, Langya will inevitably hunt him down, and the swordsmanship of killing people is too clear, so he is always worried about involving others.

He also wrote about Chuanhan's affairs, pulled up roots by the Yangzhou River, and sealed them in an envelope for the disciples who wanted to go back. I borrowed a single-family house with a small courtyard.The owner is a Tibetan sword disciple from Yangzhou, who has always been straightforward and righteous. Because the sect was recalled for something, not only did he leave in a hurry, but he didn't even ask for rent. It really solved the urgent need of the money bag for the shy Yi Lingling.

When he went down the mountain, he didn't bring much silver taels. He counted them by lighting the oil lamp at night, thinking that even if he saved a little, it would only be enough for the two of them to live in Yangzhou for half a year.

But he didn't say anything, thinking that tomorrow he might ask that senior brother, and find a job in Yangzhou to temporarily copy books, calculate accounts and give orders, so as to pass the time and earn some spare money.Rolling around in the world of mortals, it is inevitable to smell a little bit of copper, but he is more curious about things he has never done before.

As a result, while loading the money, Chuan Han, who had been on horseback for more than an hour, saw him. Although he didn't say anything at the time, when he went out the next day, he took a pancake that was so cold that it was hard. Without saying a word, he ran to the pier to do the hard work of carrying bags for others. In the evening, he put the income from his labor on the table in the house, and he didn't feel tired, so he went out to continue practicing.

When the red light of the setting sun filled the small courtyard, Yi Lingling came back.

Seeing Chuan Han who was squatting at the base of the wall and using himself as a wooden stake, he raised his eyebrows and put the food in his hand on the stone table: "Eat something."

The boy in the corner shook his head, motioning for him to eat first.Yi Lingling didn't talk nonsense, opened the paper bag, and found two white and fat things. From the perspective of his wallet, he thought they were steamed buns, or the biggest, most hungry and cheap ones.

And he really took out a huge steamed bun, opened it and it was still steaming, and then he ate it with a good taste to a bowl of soaked cowpea, and dipped some fermented bean curd from time to time, which was very satisfying.

Chuan Han secretly turned his head away, watching him chewing slowly, as if the thick noodle steamed bun in his hand was some kind of delicacy, he couldn't help but wonder if he lived a life of grazing on the mountain?

He finished eating the steamed buns in a leisurely manner, clapped his hands, straightened his Taoist robe, and then said to the young man who was practicing basic skills, "I saw you at the pier today."

Chuan Han remained silent.

Yi Lingling continued: "I didn't call you, because I knew what you were worried about—don't worry, even if I don't have any money, I won't leave you behind, don't worry, come and eat."

Seeing that the stubborn boy still refused to move, the young Daozi could only sigh helplessly, walked over and slapped him on the knee, lightly relieved his accumulated strength, and helped the boy stand upright: "Eat first, don't worry. "

Chuan Han walked over awkwardly, without sitting down, picked up the white ball left in the paper bag and was about to take a bite, but suddenly froze.

This is a bun.

But just now Yilingling clearly ate steamed buns!There was no stuffing when he opened it!

The young man was stunned, and received a slap on the back of the head: "What are you thinking--I am a cultivator, and I eat light and rough all the year round, let alone meat. This stuffing has green onion and ginger, and the skin is also Fine noodles, I would feel uncomfortable if I ate them. You are still young, how can you eat steamed buns often, there is no oil and water, and it will be troublesome if you don’t grow taller in the future.”

He is sixteen or seventeen years old, and he will not grow much, which is obviously an excuse he made for buying buns for himself.Chuan Han thought silently, took a bite of the big bun.

...or fresh meat stuffing.

In the past in Luoyang, it is not uncommon to eat meat buns.But those steamed stuffed buns are not as good as this one. When I swallow it, it seems that I am not eating steamed stuffed buns, but some delicacies from mountains and seas.

The young man was holding the bun and biting it bit by bit, tears streaming down his face before he knew it.

The Taoist handed over a plain white cloth towel.

"Tomorrow, I will start teaching you how to practice swords."

Along with the steamed buns, there was also an ordinary-looking long sword, which was exactly the same as the sword that was broken by the boy in Luoyang. At this time, there was a faint metallic light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

——is the starting point, and it will be another beginning.