The three of them walked slowly to the quiet corridor. They saw Hu Wei's big mouth pulled towards the base of his ears. The scar from his eyebrow bone to the corner of his mouth kept beating with the muscles on his face, lying like a ferocious centipede.

On the face:

"Yes, the money is well spent. The cheap inns we usually stay in are so noisy at night that we can't sleep at all. We can only use our internal energy to block our hearing and can barely fall asleep. Compared with this Yunlin Inn,

It’s a world of difference.”

Hu Wei felt this from the bottom of his heart. If they have cultivated to their level, their facial features and vision have completely changed. Although ordinary noises cannot affect them at all, they still feel quite bored. If they can have a quiet environment to practice, then

It couldn't be better. It is precisely because of this that many martial arts masters choose to live in seclusion in the mountains. On the one hand, they can get close to nature and better understand the Tao. On the other hand, they can avoid the hustle and bustle of the world and the contamination of the world of mortals.

, to improve your mood.

Huangfulou and Bailian both nodded slightly, obviously very satisfied with this Yunlin Inn. The corridor on the third floor was very long, giving it a poetic feel like a winding path leading to a secluded place.

"Hey, isn't that the fourth child? It seems that he really can't find his room."

Huangfu Lou held a folding fan, pointed at the confused old man in front of him and smiled.

Fei Hudao is not illiterate. Although he cannot write ordinary simple handwriting, he can still recognize it. In order to improve the style and literary accomplishment, the Yunlin Inn has given these rooms full of poetic words and phrases. This is amazing.

Feihu was stumped.

Holding the brass key in his hand, Feihu compared each room one by one. He picked up the wooden sign hanging on the wall and saw that it read: The peach blossoms in the mountain temple began to bloom. Feihu stared at the wooden sign and felt in his heart

Counting secretly:

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, no, the number of characters is wrong."

Feihu followed the corridor and compared it from room to room. When he saw this wooden sign, it read: At dusk of the dark moon, Feihu frowned and pointed at the wooden sign, using the force of more than forty years.

All the ink, but still feels strange:

"What moon, what yellow, not this one."

On both sides of the long corridor, there was a house every few feet away. Feihu came over one by one, and he was exhausted. Feihu scratched his hair fiercely, and then became a little annoyed.

Cursed:

"Damn it, this innkeeper is really busy. He insists on making up such weird names. Isn't he trying to fool people?"

Feihu had already given friendly greetings to all the eighteen generations of the innkeeper's ancestors in his heart. Suddenly, he saw Hu Wei and three others walking slowly towards him.

"Fourth, you arrived one step ahead of us. Why don't you go back to your room to rest? What are you doing standing here?"

With a gentle smile on his face, Huangfu Lou poked the fourth child's weak spot again.

Feihu coughed twice. Although he had nothing to do with ink and the three of them knew it, Feihu didn't know why but he wanted to save face. When he saw him, he pretended to be calm and said:

"Uh, what, I lit a broken incense in the room. Grandpa, I don't like the aroma, so I went out for a walk, yes, for a walk."

"Oh, how about the Fourth Brother inviting us to sit in your room?"

Bai Lian was not willing to be lonely and teased Fei Hu.

Before the red-faced Feihu could say anything to refute, he saw Hu Wei's huge body taking the lead, creating a strong wind.

Grabbing the key from Feihu, Hu Wei compared it, pointed to the room in front of him, and threw the key back into Feihu's arms:

"This is the place in the Willow Leaves and Bamboo Forest. Let's go back to the house and have a good rest. When we get there, we won't have this leisure time anymore. A fierce fight will definitely inevitably happen."

Feihu took the key, quickly unlocked the door to the room, and hid in the room like a frightened mouse.

Seeing this, Huangfu Tower couldn't help but find it a little funny. The reason why Feihu was so taboo about not being able to read Chinese characters started many years ago.

In the world of martial arts, the vast majority of idle martial artists have actually never attended a private school. After all, the martial arts families and scholarly families that have been passed down from generation to generation still account for a very small number. Most of those who choose to practice martial arts have very good family backgrounds.

Those who are down and out want to make a living through martial arts. Some people with better qualifications and some opportunities choose to join the sect. The sect will naturally cultivate the virtues of the disciples, and even some big sects need to learn.

The disciples in the sect are not said to be academically accomplished in the Four Books and Five Classics, but they can understand a few profound poems.

Those warriors who have no chance to join the sect worry about their lives and their skills every day and every night. Some warriors even have problems with food and clothing. In such a harsh environment, how can they have free time to read and read?

This is also the reason why among the Sanren warriors, nine out of ten are illiterate, and Feihu is one of them.

When Feihu's family was poor, his parents were ordinary farmers. When he was a child, something unexpected happened at home. When his parents went up the mountain to cut firewood, they encountered heavy rain and were unfortunately crushed to death by gravel rolling down the mountain. Feihu was still young.

He became an orphan when he was young. The government suppressed the people very harshly. No one had the ability or leisure to adopt this child. In order to survive, the little Feihu had no choice but to wander on the streets and become a beggar, begging for food every day.

It's not pleasant to be a beggar on the street. Beggars also have their own rules and territory. The young Feihu was bullied by his peers and had to stay away from the noisy streets and hide in the suburbs to beg. There are few pedestrians in the suburbs, and the people who live here

, they are all poor people, they themselves cannot eat three meals a day, and there is no surplus food to give to beggars.

Feihu's life was not as good as a full meal. When his stomach was full, he still stole meat buns from passers-by. If he met kind-hearted people and gave some charity, Feihu would be happy for several days.

However, in this world, people who truly have good intentions are still in the minority. Feihu has no choice but to go to the streets to steal and do some secretly surreptitious business in order to barely survive.

In this way, year after year, day after day, Feihu stumbled on the dirty streets until he was ten years old. Perhaps he was destined to be extraordinary, and Feihu's opportunity finally came.

On this day, Feihu went to the streets to look for his target as usual. After he succeeded, he returned home with all his heart. Although it was home, Feihu only lived in an abandoned temple. This shabby house

Although the temple is a bit dilapidated and filled with all kinds of mosquitoes, flies and small insects, it can at least protect it from wind and rain in summer, and can also withstand the scorching cold and snow in winter, so that it will not freeze to death while sleeping on the street.

Feihu, who returned to the ruined temple, held the half roasted chicken he had just bought in his hand, ready to treat himself, because today was his birthday and the anniversary of his parents' death. He opened the simple straw mat he had knitted, but...

Unexpectedly, there was a man covered in blood lying on the straw mat. After all, he had been wandering the streets for many years. Although the young Feihu was startled, he did not have much fear. Feihu stretched out his hand to test his breath.

, and found that the man was not dead yet, and still had a weak breath.

.

This man's whole body was covered with wounds, and most of his blood had been lost. Although Feihu did some dirty things, he was actually a kind person at heart. If he didn't save him, this man would definitely die in front of his eyes.

Feihu made his decision, which was a choice that changed his life. He saved this stranger. Feihu first treated his wounds briefly and tied them with cloth strips to avoid blood loss.

It was too much, so he took out all the silver he had on him, ran to the drug store with all his strength, bought some herbs to treat the injury, and gave the man the medicine. Half a day had passed.

The next day, the strange man woke up. Only then did the young Feihu realize that the person he rescued was a martial artist who was being hunted by his enemies. The man was not weak. After killing all his enemies, he also suffered a lot.

He was seriously injured. If it hadn't been for Feihu's timely treatment, the man might have died.

The man valued the young Feihu's heart and kindness, so he accepted Feihu as his apprentice. From then on, the young Feihu became a master like a father.

The sea has changed, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Feihu has reached his twenties. Over the years, he has traveled all over the world with his master. After going through ups and downs, Feihu's strength has far surpassed his master. The road to martial arts is long, and Feihu has settled down.

The old master embarked on the road to pursue the strong. However, Feihu, who had just walked alone, encountered pain that he could not erase for the rest of his life.

Feihu, who was in his prime, met the woman he loved and fell in love at first sight. This was the idiom that Feihu used when he told Huangfu Lou about this past incident. This was also the only word Feihu could say.

This woman was an ordinary lady, and she and Feihu met by chance on the street. From then on, the two fell in love with each other. Feihu would go to this woman's house every night and secretly throw a note of friendship into her.

In the window, the woman would secretly reply to the letter. She was a young lady. She had been reading poems and books since she was a child and often wrote love poems. However, Feihu could not understand a word of it. The two of them just went back and forth, passing each other around.

With love.

After all, it was the gap in status and knowledge. The woman felt a little tired. Day and night, she wrote poems containing love, but the other party could not understand it. It was like there was an unbridgeable gap between them.

Finally one day, the woman stopped replying to the letter. Even though Feihu went to the woman's window every day and night and dropped countless notes, there was still no news. In the end, the woman only replied with a poem, but Feihu didn't understand it at all.

What was the meaning of what he wrote? He didn't know what he had done wrong. Until one day, when Feihu happened to pass by the woman's mansion, the scene of lights and colorful lights and red ribbons hanging everywhere made him feel like he was experiencing something...

The sky was thundering, and after hurriedly asking the onlookers, they found out that the woman was getting married today, and the person she was marrying was a talented poet. Everyone said that they were both talented and beautiful.

They wrote a poem together to express their love.

Feihu was devastated. He thought of the last letter the woman had given him. After asking someone about it, he found out that this was the love poem written by the woman and the poet. Feihu finally knew the reason, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Finally,

After meeting the three people from Huangfu Tower again, the four of them traveled around the world together under the name of the Four Sages of the Ancient Mountain. Although the emotional pain in Feihu's heart gradually faded away, it became an indelible trace in his heart.

Looking at the closed door, Huangfulou couldn't help but lament. Over the years, Feihu had always thought that he had lost because he couldn't recite poetry, so he was particularly sensitive to this aspect. But Huangfulou had always wanted to tell Feihu that, in fact, he
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