The young men walked away without even saying hello to Hou Zi. It was fate that we met, and it was fate that we did not see each other.
In the cold exchange with a few old customers, I probably learned a lot about the ups and downs of Fufeng City in the past two years. It is a small country and a small town, with no military affairs and far away from the practice circle. Although it is as ordinary as water, there is nothing worthwhile in the past two years. The things that are made out of molehills are no different from those two years ago.
Uncle Sun had followed his words and returned to his hometown to spend his old age. This made his last concern in Fufeng City disappear. Suddenly he felt that it was meaningless to enter the city or not?
Safe and well, returning home in fine clothes, who can I show it to?
Those wealthy people in the city? Even if they lick the ditch for him, would he feel pleasure?
What can the courtiers' courtesy bring him?
How many times has Sister Hua’s son been called daddy?
After much deliberation, I couldn't think of even one character worth taking a look at. I don't know why, but the fun came to an abrupt end here, and I couldn't arouse the slightest interest anymore.
He didn't expect that the first time a wanderer returned to his hometown would feel like this. The feeling of urgency that he once thought had completely disappeared along the way.
Nostalgia is a poem. What is important is the emotion it contains, not where the poem is titled.
In the dusk and setting sun, Hou Zi drank the last glass of wine and also enjoyed Lame Liu's sincere free order. Hou Zi had helped him too much, otherwise he would not have the chance to open a store here. He had a premonition that this might be his The last chance in life to give back, so...
Hou Zi did not refuse, he liked this kind of free bill. In Fufeng City, he also believed in the incense.
After walking out of the wine shop, I stepped onto the Weiqiao Bridge while feeling a little drunk. For a time, memories of the past and hopes for the future came to me one after another.
He clearly remembered the unevenness of every stone on this familiar stone bridge, and every pothole on the bridge had been measured by his countless steps.
As night approaches, the number of pedestrians gradually thins out, and the Wei River beneath our feet seems to become blurry, as dark as a giant black dragon, winding in the distance.
He stood here motionless, as if he had merged with the bridge and the water, no longer distinguishable from each other.
Time just slipped away little by little, until the wine shop closed, until the pedestrians disappeared, until the city gate fell into stone.
Because water monsters occasionally appear, people still choose to go back to cities and villages after the night is quiet. Unless there are special circumstances, no one wants to hang out at night, even those wild young prodigals.
One water, one bridge, one person, just blend into one picture, the heaven and earth are harmonious, and the years are peaceful.
In Hou Tzu's eyes, everything around him was getting darker and blurrier. He even had a sense of unreality. Where did this bridge connect to?
It is no longer the two sides of the Weishui River, nor is it the Three Rivers Fufeng. It is more like nostalgia. One end is connected to him, and the other end leads to nowhere?
He closed his eyes and regarded himself as a wisp of nostalgia, floating forward along the bridge. He knew that there must be a road ahead, so he groped forward, even if it was very slow, even if it was one step at a time.
In such silence, a shrimp head suddenly popped out from under the Wei Bridge. He looked greedily at this strange figure standing there motionless; instinct was driving it to jump up and take a bite and drag the human into the river; reason told it again It's not easy to do this, because this human being is a monk.
Its shrimp tentacles tremble in the air, trying to capture the spread of human breath in the air, trying to figure out the true state of this human being, and then decide its next behavior.
In a place like Anhe with a developed water system, this kind of thing is not uncommon.
Xiazi felt very strange. This human's aura had been wandering around without any rules. It would live in the valley for a while, strengthen the body for a while, and then briefly jump to the bridge, which made him unpredictable.
Is it an obsession? Or is it because of the practice?
Xiazi decided to give it a try. He was a knowledgeable Xiazi who had experienced some ups and downs and was well aware of the insidiousness and cunningness of human beings.
So he bowed his body, jumped out of the water more than three feet high, and quickly fell back into the water.
Nothing happened, no spells were thrown, no sword light flashed... nothing.
Xiazi decided to jump a little higher. Three feet was a bit short. All fish can jump that high. Not to mention reaching the bridge deck, they could not even pass the bridge piers.
With a pop, this time it jumped ten feet high, basically halfway from the water to the bridge. When it jumped to the highest point, it deliberately waved its pair of small pincers.
The human monk still showed no reaction, motionless and as dumb as a wooden chicken.
Xiazi made a decision in his heart. He also knew a little bit about human books. As the saying goes, things can only be done in three steps. If he tried again, his courage would be exhausted. What's the use of jumping high and not daring to take action?
This time, it happened to jump to a position level with the human monk. Then, it saw the human open his eyes and smiled at him.
This smile almost laughed away half of the shrimp's soul, as if something had been taken away from the body. It seemed that it had lost its backbone. Of course it has no backbone, it only has shrimp threads...
When an object changes from rising to falling, there must be a moment when the speed reaches zero. This moment is the best time for it to swing its jaws, and of course it is also the best opportunity for others to attack it.
The sword had no power at all, and Qigang could not be seen. It just stretched out gently and skillfully, as if Xiazi had brought his body up. The long sword accurately passed between the second and third sections of Xiazi's body.
It was inserted into the gap, and when it was lifted up, a long shrimp line was pulled out. Only then did the shrimp begin to feel severe pain.
It fell into the water and vaguely heard the voice of the human monk muttering, "To eat shrimp, you need to pick the thread, soy sauce, garlic, salt..."
Hou Zi saw it. At this moment, there was some kind of consensus between him and Gu Jian. The instant tacit understanding not only gave him sword consciousness, but also allowed him to see the other side of the bridge more clearly.
At the other end of the bridge is Zifu.
It is impossible to explain the magic of this moment, but cultivation is magical. Under unexpected circumstances, connecting the bridge and the sword sense, a double happiness came to the door.
Hou Zi finally found the inner secret of his Zi Mansion, which seemed to be a void, half blue and half yellow, just like heaven and earth.
In the thick yellow, a small grass seems to be breaking through the soil. It is a very strange grass that looks like a sword or an orchid?
gladiolus?
He could feel Zhou Tian's fetal breath moving slowly from his Zifu. During the operation, the blue and yellow colors were constantly cutting into each other, and the dividing line seemed to be a string.
Exactly,
The lock is from the Zhoutian. The lifting and lowering cycle is three inches of the field. No need to hush and count the breath, it is natural. Nine turns without loss of firepower. The fetal breath spreads widely. It must be in Yin and Yang and cannot be deflected. Breathing and boasting all rely on Xun, continuous. Wonderful in the front.
