Ninety thousand miles of wind

一

Zhang Jiale met Sun Zheping when he was most embarrassed.At that time, he was young and immature, he would leave the Tang Sect, and he didn't know what it means to be sinister and unpredictable in the world, and he didn't know that the ingenious and treacherous hidden weapons he usually used could really kill people.And a pile of corpses can make people understand quickly.

So he straightened his back and clenched his teeth in front of the swordsman who came with the epee. Knowing that he was powerless to fight any more, he still held on to the last bone-penetrating nail so tightly that Feng Leng cut his fingertips and bleed .

The man stuck his sword into the ground with his backhand.

"I see you are good at martial arts. Come with me?"

After the excessive tension subsided, Zhang Jiale was left in a daze.Out of nowhere, he nodded.

"I'm Sun Zheping. Your name?"

"Zhang Jiale."

After Sun Zheping left, Zhang Jiale occasionally saw that scene in his dreams.

He knew that it was just his inner demon, but he couldn't help but put on his clothes and stood up in the dim night.The night in Baihua Valley is always colder than other places, and the moonlight is always extraordinarily bright. When he climbed to the high pavilion in the valley, he saw a winding path leading to the valley hovering from a distance among the flowers and trees.

Only empty.

He thought it was just his weakness.

two

In fact, Zhang Jiale didn't understand how he and Sun Zheping were inseparable.They were born in the south and the north, their martial arts routines are completely different, and their ways of doing things are even more different.He came out of the big sect, he was more or less cautious when encountering troubles, unlike Sun Zheping who always had the spirit to block gods and Buddhas.

When they were roaming the rivers and lakes and became the master of Hundred Flowers, Zhang Jiale only admired him for being unrestrained and unrestrained, and secretly hoped that he could share half of his partner's decisiveness.

But I didn't expect him to hate this later.

In their fourth year in Hundred Blossoms, Sun Zheping was bitten by a snake on his left hand during an encounter with the Miaojiang people.After barely being able to get back to the valley, the examiner looked and looked again and again, and then hesitantly said that the poison cannot be pulled out, and if he wants to save his life, he needs to cut off his hand.

Zhang Jiale only felt a buzzing in his ear.He didn't dare to look at Sun Zheping, and even grabbed the doctor's collar before he realized it: "Say it again."

The doctor was terrified by the usually gentle face of the vice-grain master, he trembled and couldn't speak clearly: "Old, old man can't do anything..."

Zhang Jiale stared, and the sentence "impossible" came to his lips; but at this moment Sun Zheping spoke, always cold and straightforward: "Forget it."

Zhang Jiale let go of his hand abruptly, regardless of the doctor sitting slumped on the chair, turned around and looked at Sun Zheping with dark eyes, and after a while he said, "You rest first...don't think too much."

"It's really unusual for you to say that." Sun Zheping replied.

Zhang Jiale lost his mind for a moment - indeed.Don't think too much, it's often what Sun Zheping said to him.On weekdays, he might have laughed, but at this moment he is not in the mood at all.He calmed down and suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, and said sincerely: "I will go to the rivers and lakes tomorrow to find a famous doctor. No matter what, I will definitely be able to heal your hand."

Later Zhang Jiale thought how dull he was to not see the profound meaning contained in Sun Zheping's silence at that moment.But even if he saw it, Sun Zheping's decisiveness might not help the matter—the next day, Jian Kuang who left the valley left only four large cursive characters.

Don't wait for me.

That was when they had just walked together in the rivers and lakes.Since Sun Zheping was tall, he walked quickly, Zhang Jiale had to quicken his pace to keep up, and he was very tired after a day.So he complained to Sun Zheping.But Sun Zheping just said: "I never wait for anyone. You don't have to wait for me either."

Zhang Jiale went back to sleep angrily, thinking bitterly that one day he would let you taste the feeling of being behind.But when he was on the road the next day, Sun Zheping slowed down almost imperceptibly.

That was the moment when Zhang Jiale really decided to go on the same road with Sun Zheping.Even though he was always the slower, more sluggish one.Even if Sun Zheping always rushed forward and never looked back.

until that day.

Everyone in Baihua Valley knew that after Sun Zheping passed away, Zhang Jiale retreated for three days, and after he came out, he took the title of Valley Master and led the crowd to fight.Back then, in Huashan Discussion of Swords, they narrowly lost the Zhongcaotang with an incomplete formation. Since then, no one has said anything about the young valley master's fault.

Only Zhang Jiale still occasionally had that dream, in which the young man came with a sword in the bloody light that covered the ground after Dazzling Hundred Blossoms bloomed, but opened his mouth and said:

Don't wait for me.

He opened his eyes and woke up, and the night was thick.He thought for a long time, and cursed secretly: speak lightly.

three

Zhang Jiale was born in the Tang Sect, and he can't do close combat, but his hidden weapons are dazzling, especially his "Dazzling Hundred Flowers" skill, flying knives, sleeves, arrows, iron lotus seeds, locusts, stones and nails, all kinds of hidden weapons are like peacocks opening their screens Scattered, it seems to be out of order, but the rhythm is clear, like a famous singer's singing, and the words are round and smooth-but after all, they are young and lack of accuracy.

Watching his demonstration, Sun Zheping tied a row of straw men to look like hedgehogs, and only shook his head: "A real person wouldn't let you beat him like that."

Zhang Jiale also knew that although this move was eye-catching, it was not enough to deal a fatal blow to a master, so he pursed his lips: "Tang Sect's rules are not to fight face to face. If you are really ruthless, you won't be able to make it to the Sword Discourse Arena .”

Sun Zheping frowned at a row of straw men, thought for a long time before saying, "What if you come to support me?"

Zhang Jiale was taken aback by him, and pointed to the opposite side: "Use Dazzling Hundred Blossoms?"

Sun Zheping nodded, picked up a dead branch and drew a few changing figures on the ground: "Although my moves are powerful, they are missing in the word 'clumsy'. If you want to meet a clever opponent, you will often This is a big loss; if you are behind me, it will be different."

Zhang Jiale thought and thought, and finally asked, "What if I hit you?"

Sun Zheping dropped the branch casually, and looked straight into Zhang Jiale's eyes: "Can you? I believe you."

Zhang Jiale understood that it meant "keep up", so he nodded firmly:

"of course not."

That year on Mount Hua, the sword mad Luo Hualang and the bright weapon master Bai Hua Dazzling shocked the four with their unprecedented cooperation.Their seemingly desperate way of joining forces was given the four-character title of "Blood Flower and Blood Scene" by the people of Jianghu, and it almost became a prairie fire for a while.

But in the end he was still defeated at the feet of God of War.

"You are still young. Come back next year."

During the banquet, Ye Qiu was talking to them.Zhang Jiale stood up angrily, but was held back by Sun Zheping.

"Next year, I will ask for advice."

Jian Kuang said, the hand holding the cup still trembled because of the unconcealable fighting spirit.

As a result, they failed to meet after a year.

In another year, only Zhang Jiale will be left.

four

Later, when people mentioned the Valley of Hundred Flowers, they only talked about Zhang Jiale, the owner of the valley who was not lucky enough.Not many people can go to the final battle on the top of Huashan Mountain, and there is no second person who falls short on the last step twice.Only a few people would mention their old Guzhu's generation of sword madness, and sigh "if that person is here" and so on.

Zhang Jiale was afraid of hearing this exclamation.He was also afraid that people would completely forget about Sun Zheping.This mood is contradictory: I want to prove that I can go on without leaving Luohuachao, but I don't want the rich and colorful strokes of Huahuaxuejing to become empty swan song.

——Since you said not to wait, then I will go further to show you.

He told himself that he suppressed his uneasiness and stood in front of the Hundred Flowers Valley, and he was decisive and resolute in killing, which surprised the elders in the valley and praised him greatly.Those who are in charge must be like this, they told Zhang Jiale that Guzhu Zhang is deeply like Guzhu Sun.

He smiled and said yes.

In fact, he does look more and more like Sun Zheping in a certain sense.Before a major event, it is as if to make a decisive decision immediately, but it is incredible to go back.He didn't know whether being in a high position had changed him, or the person who had been by his side had subtly made him lean towards a choice.

But Zhang Jiale is not the type to make quick decisions.At the moment when he managed to manage poorly but fell short in the end, he suddenly couldn't help thinking: Is he too weak after all?After all, do you still think too much and can't concentrate on it?Or, just lacking a bit of luck——

do not think too much.

He could almost hear Sun Zheping talking in his ear, with nine points of indifference and one point of faint worry.If that person was there, he might be able to wake him up with a punch, but at this moment, a specious memory can't stop him from sinking in his own demons after all.

The more I want to struggle to get out, the more I sink into the mud.The so-called demons, probably so.

That year, the most popular rumor in Jianghu was that Baihuagu advocated that Jia Le was in his prime and announced his retirement.All of a sudden, people have different opinions, some say that the internal injury is hard to heal, some say that the demons are hard to cure, and even a few people who are curious say that he followed the old master Sun Gu overseas to seek immortality.But in the end, no one came out to tell the truth. People sighed once, sighed once, and then said a few salty words about mourning heroes, and that's how it passed.

五

When Zhang Jiale's fame gradually became a thing of the past, the God of War, One Autumn Leaf, rebelled against the gates of the Jianghu again, causing a wave of rumors to spread.Not long after, even the storyteller's old jokes were not left in the cold, and it was heard that a monk from the Bodhidharma sect who had broken out of the sect was being pursued, and all the sects were involved in the war. Monks and nuns are always looked at more often when they walk on the street.

But no one knows the reason for the pursuit.

When Zou Yuan led the monk to avoid and walk, and hid in the backyard of a family, he only avoided the eyes and ears of the pursuing soldiers.When there was a burst of noise outside the courtyard, he held his breath, and after hearing several hurried shouts of "over there!"

Only this repetition actually caused the blood in his chest to surge again.

"Benefactor Zou, is it okay for you to be injured?" the monk asked in a low voice, full of worry.

He wanted to say something and reassure people, but when he opened his mouth, blood spurted out of his mouth.

"The benefactor!" The monk was shocked, and he stretched out his hand to feel in his bosom. He is just an ordinary person, how can he have medicine to heal internal injuries?Zou Yuan first clasped his wrist with one hand, gasped for a moment and then said intermittently: "Master...don't be impulsive..."

"At least I can say hello to the owner of this family, and I will ask him to help me." After the monk finished speaking, he was about to get up from the bushes, but he was pulled back by Zou Yuan: "Master...no. Right now, the city is full of nets. Excellent Era Villa...has already set its sights on drugstores everywhere, it won't work."

The monk looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled wryly: "At this time, if we teach Benefactor Zou to abandon someone and leave, it will not work, right?"

"Even if I risk my life, I will have to—" Zou Yuan gasped for breath and was about to continue, but he heard a voice in the courtyard: "Lang Lang Bai Ri, talking about life and death, it's really bad luck. The door is only here, so I have to show the friendship of the landlord. It is rare to serve tea in the bushes, can you two move to the front hall with me?"

Zou Yuan was already in a cold sweat at this time - he had no idea when this person entered the backyard.Now that he has serious internal injuries, it can be said that life and death are in the hands of this man, let alone protecting a monk who does not know a little bit of martial arts.The only hope is that the other party is a friend rather than an enemy; but after racking his brains, he can't think of any famous people in this area of ​​Raozhou... He turned his mind around, but the monk beside him was already standing tall, clasped together Li: "I have met the benefactor."

Zou Yuan gritted his teeth and jumped out in front of the monk, all contingency words were completely blank the moment he saw the man in front of him.

Although he was only wearing a soap-coloured shirt, carrying a cattail leaf fan and pulling cloth shoes——Zou Yuan would never admit his mistake.

The person in front of him was none other than Zhang Jiale who had gone there and hadn't heard from him for two years.

And the smiling face of that person froze into an unbelievable expression, and it took a long time before he said: "Little Zou—?"

Zou Yuan still wanted to say something, but he felt a wave of disgust in his chest and abdomen, the light and shadow in front of his eyes swirled, and he fell down.

When he woke up again, he was already on the bed as expected.Although the inner breath that was still in a ball before is weak now, it has flowed freely.Zou Yuan raised his hand and saw that the small wounds left by the concealed weapon had been carefully applied with ointment and wrapped in gauze, his heart skipped a beat; he sat up and looked around, but he couldn't see anyone.

At this time, there was a burst of small footsteps coming from outside.After a while, a child with a medicine bowl cautiously opened the curtain and came in. Seeing Zou Yuan, he was so startled that he threw the bowl away.Unexpectedly, the little boy must be very energetic: "Why are you sitting up? The master ordered you to stay in bed to recuperate, but you are so restless——"

Zou Yuan didn't care about anything else, just asked: "Who is your boss? Where is the master who came with me?"

"The master is the master." The boy said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Ask that monk? He just said that he had something important to do, and he went with the master Kuiye."

Zou Yuan's heart sank and he was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by the boy with his hips on his hips: "Don't move! My boss only told me to take good care of you, and said that you can't go anywhere until you recover from your injury. If you sneak away, you will be called." Hurry up, just say that you owe the owner 50 taels of medicine and room money, let's see where you go!"

Zou Yuan was amused and annoyed when he heard that, the little boy just shoved the medicine bowl into his hand: "Drink it quickly, I will read the letter from my master with you after drinking it."

"He left a letter?"

Xiaotong nodded, and Zou Yuan stopped arguing with him, gulped down the medicine in one go, and asked anxiously, "Where is it?"

The little boy rummaged in his arms, took out a piece of paper that was folded again and again, and shook it in front of his eyes. It read in very familiar characters:

I will bring my master to meet up with the people of Baihua Valley, and you can rest here to heal your wounds, take care of yourself, and don't act rashly.absolutely.

There is only one word "Le" left at the signing place.Zou Yuan stared at these few lines, feeling something was choking in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.The little boy didn't know what he was thinking, so he slapped his head and said, "Oh, I forgot about this, and this." He took out an oiled paper bag from his sleeve, unfolded it, and carefully picked up a snow-white sugar cube and held it in front of Zou Yuan.

"This is after taking the medicine, you are not allowed to take it again."

Zou Yuan subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick up the candy, which looked similar to the candy Zhang Jiale always brought with him when he was slightly injured.

But it has obviously been so long.

He slowly put the candy into his mouth, and for a moment he couldn't tell the difference between sweetness and bitterness.