Ninety thousand miles of wind

一

When Han Wenqing was young, the world was still the same as before.

There have never been monsters and beasts in the mountains and rivers, and the way of immortals is just a distant legend.He learned boxing from a martial arts master in the city, and his back was still straight when he squatted for two hours. The master stroked his beard when he saw him, and said he is a good boy, he is resilient, and he will find you a serious master to enlighten you.

At that time, the third leader of the Tyranny Club in the city was taking a group of partners out for a drink. When he saw the situation on the field, he walked in with a smile and asked him what he had learned.

Big Hong Fist.

Can you try two tricks with me?

Little Han Wenqing made a face, and nodded solemnly.The third family only thought this kid was interesting at first, and it was only when they fought that they were startled by his ferocity.Although he is small and weak, it is a bit embarrassing to be hit by a child.So the third master got a little more serious and tripped Han Wenqing to the ground. He thought the child was about to cry, but he didn't expect him to stand up all of a sudden, and pull away without even patting the dirt on his body.

Hey, this is just a little tiger. It's amazing.

The third master sighed, and the fight was more intentional and a little bit more pointing.In the end, Han Wenqing was so tired that he was out of breath but still stubbornly opened his posture. The third master stood in front of him and asked:

"Would you like to be my apprentice?"

Han Wenqing stared at him for a while, frowning tightly.

The third master spread his five fingers, and slowly closed a fist in front of his eyes: "Follow me, I will teach you how to be number one in the world."

Han Wenqing stared at him very seriously for a moment, then finally nodded, refusing to say another word.

At that time, Tyranny was just a middle-level gang among the Eighteen Water Gangs of the Yangtze River, and it was far inferior to the current leader who controlled the water transportation up and down the Yangtze River.But Han Wenqing never forgot Tyranny's first three-entry small courtyard, never forgot the master who taught him moves under the green tile eaves, the second leader who talked about the situation in the world while smoking a cigarette pipe at the dinner table, and brought them every morning. A group of apprentices respectfully respected the master who had a stick of incense in front of Guan Erye.

At that time, the world was still peaceful and peaceful.

Han Wenqing never thought that he would meet Zhang Xinjie.

two

When the elders of Kunlun predicted that there would be turmoil in the world, Zhang Xinjie was just a junior disciple practicing in the outer sect.Wherever he went for a while, people were talking about this matter, but Zhang Xinjie was still the same as before, as immobile as a mountain.If others asked him for his opinion, he would only answer the four words "adaptive".

But his fellow disciples knew best that he planned everything in detail, adapting to changing circumstances, no matter what, he couldn't make an arrangement with Zhang Xinjie, but he didn't believe it; some people even said that he was cold and aloof.But three years later in the inner sect examination, Zhang Xinjie would also have to jump into the dragon gate. When the elder asked him which technique he would like to practice, Zhang Xinjie said, "I would like to be a doctor."

Something flickered in the eyes of the elder: "If you choose this way, you have to experience the worldly situation, practice the common family way, hang the pot to help the world, and accumulate merits and virtues. Only then can you have a perfect day of practice. You have to think clearly."

Zhang Xinjie only bowed deeply: "The disciple has considered it carefully."

The elder twisted his beard for a long time before writing his name on the Xinglin slip.After finishing writing, he still shook his head and said, "It's a pity."

Knowing what the elder was sighing, Zhang Xinjie saluted again before reaching out to take the jade pendant with the apricot yellow silk ribbon.

Ten years after that, the world was in turmoil, monsters and alien shapes haunted and hurt people, only the knights of the rivers and lakes according to their sects could resist.Kunlun gathered people to discuss the sect of cultivating immortals, and sent talented disciples from each sect to help them.

Zhang Xinjie was in Kunlun at that time.

He didn't have the method of flying to the sky and escaping from the ground like his fellow sword and talisman repairer, he had to walk down the mountain slowly on his own two legs.When he traveled all the way down the river and finally found the Yangtze River Water Gang named Tyranny according to the elder's instructions, he only saw five or six people sitting in a main hall with half of the tile roof missing for some reason, some repairing armor, some Sharpening the sword, the orthodox man in the middle wrapped gauze around his head, the blood was still dripping down and covering half of his face, but it didn't cover half of the evil spirit in his eyes.

Zhang Xinjie looked at it for a while, walked in, politely asked the young man with trembling hands to get out of the way, and cast a small magic spell on the wound on the man's head: "This way the wound will be closed, even so, we still need to rest One day is fine."

The man stared at him with half a bloody face: "Who are you?"

"Kunlun Xinglin disciple Zhang Xinjie is here to help Your Excellency. Your Excellency is the leader of Tyranny, Han Wenqing."

The man looked at him, although he didn't frown, he still had a fierce look that made people dare not look directly at him.Zhang Xinjie let him scrutinize him frankly, and said nothing more.

"You came too late." In the end, Han Wenqing just dropped one sentence, then got up and went to the court to arrange the distribution of personnel.It turned out that there had been a lot of evil dragons in Jiangli recently. Han Wenqing had led people to besiege them twice, but they couldn't take them down.Zhang Xinjie followed to listen, and finally saw that Han Wenqing didn't hit his head, so he took a step forward and said, "I'll go too."

When Han Wenqing looked at him, his face was still half covered with blood.Zhang Xinjie frowned inwardly, but he didn't say anything to correct him.Han Wenqing finally waved his hand: "Come if you want."

That time became the time when Tyranny suffered the least loss.It was only because after Han Wenqing rushed up first, Zhang Xinjie followed behind using various fairy arts while directing everyone to besiege, it was just right.In the end, Tyranny and his gang carried the corpse of the evil dragon and paraded through the streets noisily. After being persuaded to drink by the elders in the city, everyone blushed, and when they saw Zhang Xinjie, they all called military advisors.Zhang Xinjie didn't respond and didn't refute, Ba Feng followed the crowd back to Tyranny as if he didn't move, and it was quite lively again.He sat in the banquet and drank as soon as he came, his expression remained unchanged.Han Wenqing, on the other hand, did not drink at all. Seeing him drinking for a long time, he asked:

"You cultivators, can't you get drunk?"

"Yes. It doesn't matter how much wine you drink in the world." He replied indifferently.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the crowd set up pine oil torches in the courtyard, pretending to be drinking Dadan.Zhang Xinjie suddenly realized that Han Wenqing's face had been wiped clean, but his aura was too menacing, so he couldn't feel any difference at first glance.

Han Wenqing didn't notice that he was watching, turned a cup in his hand, thought for a while before asking, "How long are you going to stay here?"

"Stay until Tyranny doesn't need me."

The cup in Han Wenqing's hand suddenly stopped.He took a square tin pot and poured wine, and raised his hand: "A gentleman said a word."

Zhang Xinjie greeted him with a toast: "Hurry up."

After that, Zhang Xinjie stayed at Tyranny.

Until today.

three

At the beginning, people didn't know where the strange beasts came from.In just one night, they began to appear in the mountains, forests and waters. Some can control wind and thunder, some can transport water and fire, some are poisonous, some can not be killed by cutting, and some are invulnerable.The officers and soldiers tried to conquest, but they were too big to mobilize. They hurt less than [-] enemies and over [-] self-inflicted losses. In the end, they had no choice but to recruit militias according to the advice of some minister in the court.In the first batch, ten gold medals and Jianghu sects were issued, and four-character seal script Yangwen was chiseled on them:

Shuntian Anmin.

At this moment, the sign was in the wooden box in front of Han Wenqing.

He looked at the sign, but he didn't think about the splendor and bustle of the celebration just now. He only remembered that at the beginning, his master was lying on the bed with half of his arm injured by the poisonous poison spraying beast, his face was white but still stretched. With a smile:

"Who would be afraid of that little thing, Wen Qing? Don't be afraid of you either. Don't ruin our Tyranny's reputation."

Han Wenqing closed the nanmu letter, sealing the authority of the leaders of the [-] water gangs along the river and the qualifications for the next year's Huashan sword test into a dark place where the light cannot reach.The turmoil has been less than three years, and there are flourishing events and colorful flowers everywhere, and the cry of war is not heard anywhere.

peace.

On the other hand, Han Wenqing's chest felt astringent, and he clenched his fists against a non-existent opponent.

Then he heard the familiar voice outside the window:

"Let them divide up the method of collecting the bones and skins of exotic animals. All the collected materials will be sent to Tyranny for unified smelting."

"Isn't that bad?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's only a few craftsmen here who can handle it well without wasting materials. Besides, there will be no shortage of weapons and armor by then."

"Yes."

The subordinates went away.Han Wenqing pushed the door open and saw Zhang Xinjie standing in the corridor wearing a crane cloak. When he saw him, he bowed to him: "The master."

"Aren't you going to the front to have fun with them?" Han Wenqing asked.The sound of singing and laughing at the banquet in the front hall drifted across the entire courtyard in the quiet night.

"When the time is approaching, I need to go back and meditate to raise my energy." Zhang Xinjie always explained slowly, "The head of the family should also rest earlier."

Han Wenqing nodded, knowing that this small celebration couldn't match Zhang Xinjie's restless schedule.However, the moonlight seemed to be too clear, falling on the snow-white crane cloak, it made Zhang Xinjie look like an immortal.It's no wonder that he was originally a Kunlun disciple, and he is already an outsider who has stepped out of the world of mortals—it's just this thought that made Han Wenqing frowned involuntarily.

Zhang Xinjie seemed to have sensed something, took a half step closer, and asked, "Is there any discomfort, Master?"

Han Wenqing felt his face suddenly heat up, for no reason at all.His eyes wandered for a moment, and he said: "I'm afraid that those boys were drinking too much before."

"Then please rest early. I won't bother you."

Zhang Xinjie nodded and went on his own.Han Wenqing stood in place watching his back disappear at the other end of the corridor, but he somehow remembered the story of the villager who hid the white crane feather coat to repay his kindness and married a fairy when he was young.How did the result come about?

He threw away this thought, and went to the front hall to tell everyone to break up the banquet in the name of coaxing but actually deterring—and he would inevitably be poured a few more glasses. Finally, he staggered back to the room and fell asleep at the end of the room, as if he had done something. In the end, I didn't remember any of my dreams at night, only someone's half-sentence sounded in the groggy:

Finally, she found Yuyi from the bottom of the box, and turned into a white crane.

Han Wenqing turned over and sat up, the bright sunlight made him shrink back.At this moment, his little apprentice Song Qiying ran in with a big bowl: "Master, good morning!"

He glanced at the child's flushed face, and asked first, "Have you gone through the three Changquan trips in the morning?"

Song Qiying puffed out her chest: "Yes!"

He got out of bed while putting on his clothes: "What's in this bowl?"

"The hangover soup ordered by the military master for you!"

Han Wenqing froze slightly invisibly.He buttoned the button and said, "You go to the Martial Arts Hall first. Squat for half an hour, and then I'll test your progress in Tiger Palm. Let Tang go there first."

Song Qiying agreed and trotted all the way.Han Wenqing got himself ready, took a sip of hangover soup, and was choked by too much pepper noodles and vinegar.Just as he was about to call Song Qiying back to ask how this thing was made, he remembered that yesterday he invited an outside cook to a banquet, and by the way, he let the original cook take three days off and asked her to go home to visit relatives.

Then

Han Wenqing stared at the bowl in his hand, not knowing what to think, and in the end he drank the hangover soup slowly in one sip - it warmed his throat all the way to the bottom of his heart.

He thought, and heard the lingering half sentence again:

Then it turned into a white crane and went away.

four

In the beginning, Zhang Xinjie never thought that he and Tyranny would form such a deep bond.

When the Kunlun disciples went down the mountain, except for those who had special karma in the world, the elders often pointed out a place at will.So Zhang Xinjie got the order to go down the mountain, thinking that as long as he taught Tyranny the various spells in his hand, he could set off again—turmoil would arise, the world would be raging, and the people would be devastated. Tyranny was just a place to start, and he was needed. There are many more places.

It is rare for Zhang Xinjie to decide things that do not go according to his plan.

Except Tyranny.

In the beginning, Tyranny was almost out of shape.With few manpower and lack of financial resources, they still want to stand in front of the people of the town and resist the evil beasts in the river.In particular, the leader Han Wenqing took the lead, went forward bravely, and never gave in. Many times Zhang Xinjie felt that he was completely reckless—even though he was using fairy arts to support him in the rear, his palms were half sweating.Later, when he heard Li Yibo say that the three heads of the previous generation were all killed by strange beasts, he felt somewhat enlightened.

But things are getting better after all.First, the merchants in the town united to give Tyranny a generous donation, and Zhang Xinjie found people to forge weapons and armor with the scales and bones of alien beast bones. Gradually, after each battle, fewer and fewer people were injured.In another year, Tyranny's clubhouse had changed from a half-roofed house to a grand courtyard with a congregation of five hundred and many disciples. Even Zhang Xinjie's disciple, Xinglin, had a small success in medical skills.Zhang Xinjie knew that he had achieved success, so he prepared to bid farewell, so he went to the martial arts arena to find Han Wenqing; when he got there, he saw the man frowning, teaching the disciples one move at a time, so he stood there and watched quietly.

It was Han Wenqing who demonstrated another set of punches before catching a glimpse of him. When he came over, he brushed his hem to wipe his sweat, and asked, "Is there anything you can do, military master?"

Zhang Xinjie caught a glimpse of the long pink scar that had just formed on his abdomen, and suddenly remembered that Han Wenqing was almost gutted in a fight with the tiger dragon, and the congregation rushed to rescue him and ask him to heal him—but even if he pressed the wound , Han Wenqing didn't even blink, his hands were still clenched into fists, as if he was about to stand up at any time and continue fighting.

Zhang Xinjie subconsciously tightened his fingers, as if the hot blood was still on his hands.If those incompetent disciples, can he be rescued?

Zhang Xinjie thought that the original words of farewell had changed by accident: "I heard that the imperial court is issuing ten gold medals. Those who hold the gold medals can conquer the beasts on behalf of the sky, and the government will also provide assistance."

"I've also heard about this. It's just that Tyranny's foundation is too small to be compared with big-name gangs."

Zhang Xinjie nodded, but then said: "——What if the Eighteenth Water Gang goes up and down the Yangtze River?"

After that, the Tyranny Society really became the leader of the Yangtze River Water Gang, with sub-rudders spread all over the Yangtze River, and even once reached the top of Huashan Lunjian.Han Wenqing was still the same as before, he got up early to practice boxing, and taught in the afternoon. If any strange beast appeared, he would lead the crowd to attack. The fishermen on the river were blessed by Tyranny, and many of them set up longevity tablets to pray for them.

And Zhang Xinjie never thought about leaving Tyranny.

Then came the eventful autumn.

Originally, Zhang Xinjie didn't believe in the so-called luck.It wasn't until Lin Jingyan and Zhang Jiale were successively hired into Tyranny as guests that he began to feel that certain fate theories seemed absurd and illusory, but they also contained a grain or two of truth in them—otherwise he couldn't figure out how he would be because of A few rainy bouts at the turn of the seasons brought on a wind chill.

At first, Zhang Xinjie didn't think it was a problem, and he continued to handle his official duties meticulously according to his unchanging schedule for thousands of years, but he forgot that even a minor illness can become a problem.To make matters worse, everything got mixed up in those few days: the person at the helm and Ye Xiu's gang ran into each other again, the two water gangs quarreled over a business, and the accountant split half a year's dividends. The account book was sent to him for final review and he hadn't been sick for too long, so when he saw half of the account book and wanted to make some tea, he fell down in a whirl.

When he woke up again, he was in his own room.

The corner brazier has been lit, and the quilt is warmly covered.Zhang Xinjie felt sore all over his body, he was much more tired than the fight in Huashan Mountain.

"--woke up?"

It was Han Wenqing's angry voice that sounded beside the bed.

Zhang Xinjie turned his face to look at the man sitting beside the bed like the second general humming, and was a little confused about the situation for a while.

"A disciple of Kunlun Xinglin made himself sick in bed. This joke is not funny at all." Han Wenqing frowned twice, as if he didn't growl as usual because he was sick, "If you are busy But come here, why don't you tell me. Even if I usually teach my disciples in general, I'm not very proficient in those account books and official documents, and they have been cultivated under your influence over the years. What's more, Lin Jingyan and Zhang Jiale were not invited to display—— "

If Zhang Xinjie hadn't been familiar with Han Wenqing's personality from the beginning, he might not have been able to hear a trace of worry in Han Wenqing's stern tone so quickly.He turned his gaze and saw the handkerchief soaked in the copper washbasin beside him, and thought of the man who was feared by the people in the rivers and lakes bending over there carefully twisting the handkerchief, suddenly he was a little funny, and he was a little unclear. move.So he said seriously:

"It's been too long since I've been sick, and I've been neglecting it for a while. It will never be the same next time."

Han Wenqing stared at him for a moment, stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead, and finally let out a sigh of relief: "I've already taken care of those things. You just rest, and you'll be healthy for three days."

"This kind of cold, it's only a day or two—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Han Wenqing stared back at the second half of the sentence.Zhang Xinjie nodded on his face, but in his heart he complained that he had grown mushrooms for three days.

Han Wenqing looked at his face carefully again, and then sighed after a long while, and said, "I thought that people who practice Taoism would not get sick."

"Our practice of the Tao is no different from those of you who practice martial arts. Although we can strengthen our bodies, we are far from invulnerable to all diseases. A true immortal cultivator, step by step, builds the foundation and cultivates the elixir, cultivates the Yuanying, and cultivates longevity in the face of catastrophe. It's different." Zhang Xinjie explained, "It's just that I stopped halfway and gave up the idea of ​​cultivating immortals long ago."

Han Wenqing raised his eyebrows: "Did you think about it at first?"

"When I was a child, there was an old man with a white beard who said that I had outstanding talents, so he asked my parents to ask me to go. There are many children in the family, and they heard that they would have a lot of food when they went to Kunlun, so their parents readily agreed." Zhang Xinjie said calmly.

"I thought everyone in the world wanted to live forever." Han Wenqing said, for some reason, his mouth was bitter.

Zhang Xinjie was silent for a moment, and just when Han Wenqing thought he would say nothing more, he said in a low voice: "Have you heard the story of Ding Lingwei in Liaodong? Compared with the fact that everything has changed for thousands of years, I just want to"

Cherish the people in front of you.

The five words were almost on the edge of his mouth, and finally he turned around and swallowed them back.

As the sky gradually darkened, he couldn't distinguish Han Wenqing's eyes, but the man just stood up, as if hesitating, but in the end he only said:

"have a good rest."

Zhang Xinjie heard the knock on the door, sighed, and sank into the warm bedding.

Still didn't say anything this time.

It is said that Zhang Xinjie has a plan for everything.

The only thing that didn't go according to his plan was Tyranny.There was only one person he couldn't plan, and that was Han Wenqing.

五

That autumn, as if Ye Qiu, the god of war who had been making a lot of noise for a year, was expelled by Jun Moxiao, the new recruit of Tyranny, Qing Jiashi, and the loss of the gold medal. Everything was not eye-catching enough. He wrote the letter of appointment - between the lines, he didn't mention the word Tyranny, he only explained the decisions of the Kunlun sects in the past, and said that although there are strong generals, but no one with a plan, he might not be able to keep one side safe, so he paid a lot of money Hire Zhang Xianshi and so on.

This letter was made public through the Danqing Club, wishing that everyone in Jianghu knew that the Wind Howl Gang was paying a lot of money to hire Tyranny's military advisor.

Lin Jingyan took the copy of the letter, read it twice from the beginning to the end, said "nonsense" and rubbed the letter.

Zhang Jiale poured tea and drank it by himself, and said, "Wu Xiao is blackmailing Tyranny with righteousness. Although he looks pretty on the surface, he is actually dirty."

Lin Jingyan remained silent. He had always had a rift with Elder Wu Xiao, which was why he left Tyranny, so he couldn't say anything more to this letter.Zhang Jiale somewhat understood his mood, just patted him on the shoulder, and said: "If the people of Wu Xiao really dare to come, Lao Han will not hesitate to beat them out."

Lin Jingyan thought of Han Wenqing's expression when he saw the letter today, but shook his head: "I'm afraid he's got it wrong."

Zhang Jiale's eyes widened in surprise: "I can't? Who in the world doesn't know that Tyranny's leader and military advisor are as sweet as honey. Could it be that Zhang Xinjie really wants to leave?"

"Of course he doesn't want to."

"Does that mean that Old Han would be willing for him to go?"

"He certainly doesn't want to."

Zhang Jiale put the cup down on the table: "Well, I don't understand."

"Sometimes, the more you care about it, the more you can't say it." Lin Jingyan's eyes darkened a little when he thought of his old friend who was in Xingxin now.

Zhang Jiale closed his mouth, thinking about something thoughtfully.At this time, there was a commotion outside the courtyard:

"—The people of Wind Howl really came?"

"Get out!"

"What about the big boss?"

"Master said it was inconvenient for him to come forward—"

"What kind of reasoning is this?!"

"Anyway, let's go first—"

Lin and Zhang looked at each other, then got up and followed the congregation to the front hall.

After Han Wenqing finished punching a set of long punches, he made a closing gesture before walking slowly to the side and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.It's not that he didn't hear the commotion outside before, but he knew that he couldn't show up - just like what he said to Song Qiying yesterday: Zhang Xinjie can only decide on this matter.

And he didn't talk to the military division last time.

Half of it, Han Wenqing knew that Zhang Xinjie would not leave—if he wanted to leave, he wouldn't say nothing to him; and the other half, the heart-wrenching words in the letter also made Han Wenqing hesitate.

It wasn't that Tyranny no longer needed Zhang Xinjie.

However, for Kunlun disciples——if there are other areas that need him to show his talents, Yu Gong, Han Wenqing or Tyranny can't say no.

And in my heart——

"—You really are here."

Han Wenqing tore off the handkerchief from his head, turned around and saw Zhang Xinjie in a black shirt, standing at the door with his arms folded, looking at him. ——It is exactly the same as it was many years ago.

His throat tightened for a moment, but he pretended to be calm and walked over: "Military division, can Wu Xiao leave?"

"Let's go. I introduced a few acquaintances to them, but I don't know if Wu Xiao can be a virtuous corporal." Zhang Xinjie said flatly, Han Wenqing tried his best to maintain his usual serious face, and secretly put his heart back: "So, Very good."

Zhang Xinjie looked at him for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "The time before, when I went to the Martial Arts Field to look for you, I actually wanted to say goodbye."

Although it had been a long time——Han Wenqing knew immediately which afternoon Zhang Xinjie was talking about.He was about to say something, but Zhang Xinjie raised his hand to stop him:

"But when I saw you, I knew that I probably couldn't leave. And—from now on, I will never leave again."

Han Wenqing stared at him, his legs would have been weak if he was seen by others.But Zhang Xinjie just nodded and turned to leave—only took two steps before he was grabbed by the wrist.

That hand was so strong that it might leave bruises later.

But Zhang Xinjie didn't care at all.

"I just want to" Han Wenqing repeated several times, and finally said, "You will have a place to go. Something to do."

Zhang Xinjie nodded:

"Well.—right here."

Hearing this, Lin Jingyan who followed outside grabbed Zhang Jiale by the collar and dragged him away.Afraid of being discovered, the artifact master yelled straight out of the courtyard: "Old Lin! Why did you take me away just at the critical moment!"

Lin Jingyan folded his arms and looked at him: "Do you really want to be addicted for a while, and then listen to Han Wenqing talk about life with you for three hours?"

Zhang Jiale shivered tremblingly: "Forget it."

Lin Jingyan looked at him amusedly, and then told the congregation outside to disperse - the chief and the military adviser are discussing their own affairs, don't disturb them.

The clouds in the distance also dispersed.Two white cranes flew over from the river, rested in the garden for a while, and then went away in pairs again.