The sun has set, and the gurgling creek flows in the mountains.

On the hillside beside the stream, the place blocked by the big rocks from the night wind was turned into a small kitchen.

Firewood is burning in the newly built stove. Fragrant rice is boiling in the iron pot. On the fire next to the iron pot, grilled fish and frogs that are beginning to turn yellow are skewered on bamboo or wooden skewers.

The young monk swallowed his saliva and sat cross-legged, watching with some admiration as the young man opposite took out powders such as salt and dogwood from the medicine box. When the fish and frogs were almost roasted, he cooked them in a dreamlike way.

Sprinkle it lightly, and suddenly a more strange fragrance seems to come out.

"Ah... Amitabha. The donor has cooked all the rice. What will we do tomorrow..." The little monk swallowed his saliva.

 “Do you eat very little?”

 “Xiao, Xiaoji...” The little monk hesitated.

“Okay, we are all martial arts practitioners, and we also need to have a good meal occasionally. I was originally thinking of having a teeth beating ceremony tonight. You are lucky to meet me.”

The little monk stared dumbfoundedly as the other person opened the small cloth bag beside him and took out half a roast duck. After a while, he said: "Shi, the donor is also a martial artist?"

"How is it? You can't tell. As a doctor, I learned Wu Qin Xi."

“Ah, I know that there are tigers, deer, bears, apes, and birds.”

“No, it’s cat boxing, horse boxing, panda boxing, monkey boxing and chicken boxing.”

 “Uh…but my master said…”

 “Is your master a doctor?”

 “No, he is a monk.”

"So, what does he know about Wu Qin Xi? Next time you see him, you should be brave enough to correct his mistakes." The young man broke off the roast duck and said, "...By the way, aren't you monks not allowed to eat meat?"

"Ah, Amitabha, Master said that it is natural for all creatures in the world to chase and prey on each other, and it is in line with the principles of the Great Dao. In order to be full, it does not matter what you eat. Since all things are empty, then meat is empty, and vegetarian food is also empty. As long as

If you don’t fall into greed, there is no need to kill. Therefore, we cannot fish with nets or hooks, but if we just want to be full, we can still catch them with our hands.”

 “Oh…your master has something…”

 “Haha, he is a fat man...”

The small rice bowl used for alms was filled with rice, and then grilled fish, frogs, and roast ducks were piled on it. The little monk held it in his hands, and his stomach growled. The boy opposite also filled his bowl with food, and the two sides were illuminated by the fire.

The silhouette made a few cheery gestures, and then they all lowered their heads and started to eat with a big mouth.

“…Where is your master?”

"Master went to the city to eat delicious food. He said that if I followed him, it would not be beneficial to my practice, so he let me go alone, and I was not allowed to call him by his name if anything happened."

“Oh. Your master has something.”

 “Haha...what’s your name, donor?”

"Me? Hey! That's amazing." The figure on the stone wall stood up, and under the light of the fire, it looked extraordinarily tall, with teeth and claws showing, "My name is - Dragon!"

The voice paused: "Ouch!"

"sky--!"

 The powerful voice echoed in the night.

"Ah..." the little monk's eyes widened, "Dragon... Long..."

“That’s right, Long! Ao! Tian!” Long Aotian squatted down to eat rice. In order to show a low profile, he said, “You can just call me Brother Long.”

“Brother Long.” Under the temptation of the food, the young monk showed his excellent potential as a follower: “Your name is so murderous and powerful.”

 “Hey, you still need to say it.”

It is not easy to travel far in troubled times. Ning Ji has been away from the southwest for two or three months. Because of his innocent face, he has deceived many people into eating and drinking in front of adults. However, he rarely meets travelers younger than himself like the little monk.

, coupled with the other party’s good martial arts skills, which gave people a good impression, he immediately displayed a domineering big brother image. The little monk was also really innocent, and from time to time showed admiration under the influence of domineering.

Then chop the rice vigorously.

The two parties exchanged information while eating. After a while, Ning Ji also found out that this young monk was originally from the Jin region. When the Jurchens went south last time, his mother died and his father disappeared. Later, he was picked up by his master.

Adoption provides a way to survive.

The young monk's master should be a famous martial arts master. This time he took the young monk all the way south. On the way, he had discussions with many people who were said to be good at martial arts, and even had several heroic deeds - this was a big deal.

Some traces of the Green Forest people's travels. When they arrived near Jiangning, the two sides separated.

When asking the other party's name, the young monk hesitated a little: "Master said... I won't be allowed to say my name when I get here. I..."

He was quite embarrassed when he said this, but Ning Ji nodded in understanding: "You, master, have something..." This kind of martial arts master will probably have a lot of entertainment after arriving in Jiangning, and he will encounter a lot of compliments from people.

, he separated from his disciple when he arrived here, and did not allow the other party to use his own banner. On the one hand, he wanted the young monk to undergo real experience, and on the other hand, he also had enough confidence in his disciple's skills.

When walking around the world, there are many taboos, and Ning Ji is very "knowledgeable" and does not ask questions about things that are difficult for the other party to tell. On his side, when he mentioned that he was from the southwest, the little monk's eyes became round again, and he asked again and again.

How the Southwest Black Flag Army defeated the Jurchens.

His parents died and disappeared when the Jurchens last went south, so they hated the Jurchens the most, and they also admired the black flag that could defeat the Jurchens head-on. Ning Ji saw his expression and became even more

When he became happy, he talked to the little monk about various things on the battlefield, pointed out the mountains and rivers, and even waved flaming branches to draw a marching map on the big rocks. He even skipped a few bites of food.

The two ate up all the food and talked about each other's affairs beside the campfire, occasionally jumping and dancing. When Ning Ji talked about things on the battlefield, he naturally used other people's names and often said "a friend of mine."

, the young monk was so engrossed in hearing this that he screamed "Wow!" and wished he could kneel down in front of the heroes of the Chinese Army. He only occasionally talked about the details of the fight and the martial arts methods, but he showed considerable accomplishment.

When Ning Ji talked about the fight with the Jurchen scouts on the battlefield, he naturally mentioned the names of each move casually. Sometimes he just used pseudonyms such as "yellow dog peeing" and "lion hitting the wall". When the other party heard the description of the move, he was surprised.

A lot of correct plots and moves can be guessed through some clues.

Of course, at this time, the domineering Long Aotian slapped the young monk on the head: "Am I the doctor or you are the doctor? If I say a yellow dog urinates, it is a yellow dog peeing! If you talk back again, I will slap you flat.

head!"

The little monk squatted aside with his head in his hands, trying to please him: "Oh..."

It was the night of August 14th. The round moon rose in the sky and sparks spread. Two young people were happily telling stories of this and that beside the big stone. There were many things in the southwest. The young monk asked

After asking again and again, I couldn't finish the explanation in bits and pieces, so Ning Ji said: "You can go over and take a look when you have time and you will know."

The young monk also nodded: "Well, I will go there in the future... After my mother dies, maybe my father will go to the Chinese Army."

After he was taken in by his master, he experienced wars, fighting, and various dangerous tests where he almost died. His impression of his father has long been dim. But after living in the world for many years, he still remembers the idea of ​​​​finding his father. Maybe he can find his father.

Now that I have a father and a master, I have a perfect home and can settle down.

When he said this, he felt a little sad. Ning Ji took a branch and said: "Okay, Baldhead, since your master doesn't want you to use your original name, then I will give you a new name. I'll tell you.

, this dharma title is very powerful, it was given by my father."

 The little monk nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

 He ​​sat cross-legged and watched the other person write three dark and crooked words on the stone with a stick of firewood: Sun Wukong.

"what is this?"

 “This is the most powerful monkey in the world.”

 “It’s a monkey...”

 “It’s the most powerful monkey——”

Beside the stream, on the hillside, next to the big stone full of warmth, Long Aotian's figure with bared teeth and claws was reflected on the stone wall. He told his friends exaggerated stories about monkeys. After a while, the little monk also opened his mouth.

Let out an exclamation of "Wow".

“Let me tell you, most people would not give him this name. In the future, you will travel around the world and do chivalry and justice. When I hear this name, I will know that it was you who did it..."

The bonfire was burning, and in this duckweed-like gathering, the occasional rising sparks flew towards the sky, and gradually, they seemed to be intertwined with the stars...

 …

The light dust flew up into the night sky, drifted across a short distance of the hillside, turned into lightless ashes, fell down, and melted into the stream. The stream turned into a small river, and the small river twisted and twisted into the river. Under this sky,

It extends into a mighty intertwining waterway.

More than twenty miles away from this inconspicuous hillside, the Qinhuai River, a branch of the waterway, flows through the ancient city of Jiangning. Thousands of lights are spreading across the land.

In the west of Jiangning City, clusters of torches are burning, illuminating the messy streets with random lights and shadows. This is a night market opened after the Fair Party occupied Jiangning. The surrounding street shops have signs of being smashed, and some have

In the black ashes of the burning, some stores now have new owners. There are also wooden sheds of this kind erected crookedly around. Skilled Fair Party members set up vendors here. Due to the increase in outsiders, it suddenly seemed

Quite lively.

Among the five major branches of the Fairness Party, those with relatively strict rules must first of all belong to the team under the "King of Fairness" He Wen. If his army breaks into the city and occupies land, many times the old appearance of some places can be left. And the rest

Each of the several groups has its own killing spree. "King Pingping" Shi Baofeng was reasonable most of the time, but he was the most aggressive in searching for gold and silver. "King Gaotian" had the most elite troops, but he couldn't help but vent his anger for three to five days after entering the city.

It is normal; the "King of Wheels" has the most followers, and every time they enter the city beating gongs and drums, they can just name themselves as an inanimate old mother for whatever they want; as for "King of Yama" Zhou Shang, wherever he goes there are wealthy households.

If you can't stay, the splendid place will be burned to the ground. Nowadays, even the "relatively rich" and those with a better family situation can no longer accommodate them.

Wearing a shabby-looking black suit, You Hongzhuo found a seat in the night market and sat down. He asked the shopkeeper for a plate of vegetarian meat, a glass of water, and a bowl of rice.

While waiting for the food to be served, his eyes scanned the many flags hanging in the dim surroundings, as well as the signs of white lotuses and the sun that could be seen everywhere - this was a place under the care of the Wusheng Army under the command of the "King of Wheels"

Streets. Over the years of walking around the world, he has gained a lot of knowledge from Jin to the southwest, but he has not seen such a strong atmosphere of the Great Light Sect in Jiangning for a long time.

He has always had a grudge against the Great Illumination Sect. His parents and family were originally killed at the hands of these believers. Over the years, he has also been relatively fond of getting close to these religious idiots, and will destroy them whenever he sees any plans they have.
To be continued...