Outside it was still an ordinary house in the hills of Zhujian Villa, it was still afternoon, and nothing had changed.
The only thing that has changed is Zhao Zheng himself. His cultivation and swordsmanship have improved a lot, and they are no longer the same.
He stood up, got out of bed, walked to the window, opened the window and looked out, his thoughts swirling in his mind. He had just said goodbye to the red-faced white ape, and he felt very reluctant to part with him. Although the other person was just an animal, he already regarded him as an animal.
He became a mentor and became a good friend.
"Oh, I really hope I can see you again. Next time I go to the mountains and forests, I will definitely bring you more delicious food." Zhao Zheng thought to himself.
The competition was about to begin, and it was broad daylight now. If it were normal times, Zhao Zheng would have been practicing hard. But today he was uncharacteristically not practicing. Instead, he summoned Manager Zhu and asked him to prepare a table full of sumptuous food.
Food and wine, a good meal.
He has been practicing in the deep mountains and forests for a full year, and he has practiced enough to take half a day. During this year, he eats game in the mountains and forests every day. Due to the lack of condiments, the game is not enough.
How delicious it is, it’s time to make a sacrifice to the five internal organs temple today.
For small requests such as food and drinks, Zhujian Villa will try its best to satisfy them. The table of wine and food prepared by Manager Zhu for Zhao Zheng is very rich, including everything that can fly in the sky, run on the ground, and swim in the water. Every dish is delicious.
It is full of flavor and makes people want to take a few bites even if they are not hungry. In addition, the food combination is also very good, including soup, staple food, hot dishes and cold dishes. It is also paired with a jar of fine wines.
Zhao Zheng was actually not very hungry. He was mainly greedy. He opened his cheeks and drank a lot, which completely satisfied his greed.
After eating, he thought of the red-faced white ape again, and thought it would be great if the ape brother could also eat such delicious food.
It's a pity that the moon waxes and wanes, and people part ways through life and death. Whether it's friends or relatives, no matter how close the relationship is or how deep the relationship is, sooner or later there will be a day of separation.
Zhao Zheng's mood is very complicated now. He is happy for the improvement of his strength and sad for Bai Yuan's departure. These two different emotions mix together, making him very upset.
At times like this, people cannot stay still and must go out to get some fresh air.
Zhao Zheng called his servants and asked them to clean up the leftovers. Then he walked out of the room alone and walked towards the depths of the mountain col.
There are many courtyards located on the flat land of this mountain col. Going deeper will lead you into the mountains, far away from the scope of Zhujian Villa.
The surrounding mountains and rivers are very beautiful. It is summer again. The mountains are full of green and flowers are blooming. It is very refreshing to look at this beautiful scenery and smell the touching fragrance of flowers.
Walking into this beautiful scenery, Zhao Zheng's mind suddenly broadened and he felt much more comfortable. He walked forward aimlessly, like strolling in a garden, walking wherever he wanted. He gradually moved away.
He arrived at Zhujian Villa, leaving the huge villa behind, and all the buildings turned into small black dots.
He thought there would be no one in this kind of place, but he didn't expect to bump into someone halfway up the mountain.
This man was wearing clean white clothes, with a hero scarf on his head. His eyes were closed tightly, and his sword eyebrows were slightly raised. He looked calm and confident. He was floating in the air with his legs crossed, holding a snow-white sword decorated with red plum blossoms.
Across the knees.
This outfit and this demeanor are none other than Zheng Wuji, the son of the Sword Master. He always likes silence and hates noise, so every time he wants to meditate, he will stay away from his residence and go to the mountains.
Zhao Zheng was strolling around today and happened to bump into Zheng Wuji who was meditating and practicing Qigong.
Even though Zheng Wuji had his eyes closed, he actually felt someone approaching. He slowly opened his eyes and looked sharply at Zhao Zheng.
Zhao Zheng was already surprised to meet a living person here, and it was even more surprising to meet Zheng Wuji. But surprise was an surprise, and he didn't feel anything more.
He and Zheng Wuji are potential opponents. In fact, they are on opposite sides. There is really nothing to say. What's more, Zheng Wuji is a martial arts wizard that everyone respects. His strength is close to the seventh level, but he is only a fifth level martial artist with mediocre strength.
People, the two sides are too different. It is difficult for two people who are too different to have any intersection. After all, there are only a few Wu Erdai like Baili Liancheng who have no airs.
Since there is nothing to say, just say nothing at all. This will be better for both parties.
Zhao Zhengian stopped here and nodded slightly to Zheng Wuji as a greeting. Then he changed direction and walked to the mountainside on the other side. He pretended that he had never seen Zheng Wuji and continued to look left and right, admiring the beautiful scenery.
Zheng Wuji did not immediately retract his gaze and continue to meditate. Instead, he stared at Zhao Zheng's back deeply for a long time. He waited until Zhao Zheng walked away before retracting his gaze and closing his eyes.
Zhao Zheng walked a long circle in the mountains until the sun set in the west before heading back. Although he could see at night, it was more appropriate to relax and enjoy the scenery during the day, and he should go back at night.
Get a good night's sleep and recharge your batteries for tomorrow.
On the way back, Zhao Zheng returned to the mountainside where he was before and found that Zheng Wuji was still meditating and not leaving. Zhao Zheng originally wanted to walk over directly, but felt it was impolite, so he slowed down and looked towards
Zheng Wuji planned to say goodbye before leaving. He did not expect to make friends with Zheng Wuji, nor did he want to offend Zheng Wuji. After all, it was difficult to offend the son of a dignified swordsman.
Zheng Wuji opened his eyes again and looked at Zhao Zheng.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your practice again. If I had known you were practicing here, I would have gone elsewhere to relax." Zhao Zheng said with a smile.
Zheng Wuji did not reply immediately, but stared at Zhao Zheng for a while, and then asked: "Are you relaxing?"
"Well, I encountered some minor troubles, so I went out for a walk to change my mood."
"The troubles you are talking about are referring to the competition in two days' time?"
"No, although the martial arts competition also worries me, what really worries me is other things." Zhao Zheng thought for a while and felt that it was okay to say this kind of thing. There was no need to hide it, so he further explained.
"I just said goodbye to a good friend. I'm afraid I won't be able to see him again for a long time. So I'm not in a good mood."
"So you are worried about this kind of thing." Zheng Wuji shook his head slightly.
"Why is Mr. Zheng shaking his head?"
"I'm shaking my head for you. As a swordsman, you shouldn't make too many friends. Just make one friend in your life."
"Why is this?"
"Because a person has very little time and life is short. The more people he knows and cares about, the more time will be wasted and distracted." Zheng Wuji placed Ruixue on his lap.
He grabbed the sword and raised it slightly, "On the contrary, if a person knows fewer people and cares about fewer people, there will be more time left, which can be spent on sword practice. This is me
I learned it from my father. He only made one friend in his life, a lifelong friend. I am even worse than my father. I still haven’t made any friends, let alone let others go.
In my heart, I am troubled by the separation between friends."
"With all due respect. I don't believe that a person can not make friends. When people come in contact with each other, they will inevitably develop feelings. Once they have feelings, they become friends. Although you don't admit that you have friends, I think you
There will still be friends, it's impossible not to have any." Zhao Zheng also shook his head, not believing what Zheng Wuji said.
"I know very well whether I regard others as friends. As for whether you believe it or not, that's your business. I can't force you to believe it." Zheng Wuji said calmly.
Seeing that Zheng Wuji was so sure, Zhao Zheng actually believed it.
The world is full of wonders, but there may also be people who are cold-hearted and never make friends, so we cannot deny it completely.
"Okay. I believe you for the time being, but don't you think this kind of life is lonely? How can a person have no friends? When people are alive, they should have family, friendship and love. Only such a life is complete."
Zhao Zheng simply could not imagine such a life.
"I don't have friends, but I have them." Zheng Wuji flipped his wrist, and the Ruixue Sword twirled in his calloused palm. The scabbard shone with red and white light under the red glow of the setting sun. He
The meaning is self-evident, he does not need friends, as long as the company of the sword is enough.
"The sword can't drink with you, chat with you, or do stupid things with you."
"I don't need to drink, talk, and do stupid things."
"This is the kind of thing that everyone needs."
"Just because I don't need it, I'm different from everyone else. What I need is the ultimate swordsmanship, the martial arts that is unparalleled in the martial arts world, and the loneliness of being at a high place, not drinking, chatting, and doing stupid things. I know I want to
What you want is what you want, and you know how to get it, so you won’t imitate what others do and force yourself to do what everyone else does.”
"Now I finally understand why you are so much better than your peers. You are indeed different. Only someone like you who wholeheartedly pursues swordsmanship and martial arts can be far better than your peers. I am not saying this.
Pat your horses, but speak from your heart."
"I know you are not flattering me, because you are not the kind of person who flatters me. If you were this kind of person, you would have already come over to me when you met me for the first time."
"For a person with your personality, it's useless even if I flatter you. Even if I say ten thousand nice words, you won't feel even the slightest wave in your heart." Zhao Zheng said with a bitter smile.
"Yes, my heart has long been as smooth as the blade of a sword, and it rarely causes waves." Zheng Wuji admitted.
"Is it true that only people like you can become the best swordsman in the world?"
"Yes, only someone like me who loves swords wholeheartedly and devotes all his enthusiasm to the sword can become a top-notch swordsman. People who have too many things in their hearts and are too obsessed with this colorful world will never be able to do it.
You will not reach the highest level of sword use."
Zhao Zheng didn't quite believe what Zheng Wuji said, but he felt that Zheng Wuji's words were very authoritative. After all, Zheng Wuji was the son of the sword master, and he had received the true inheritance of the top swordsman.
If it is true that only those who have given up everything can become a top-notch swordsman, then it is not appropriate to be such a swordsman.
"Thank you for your advice. I wish you can achieve your goal as soon as possible and become a swordsman like your father." Zhao Zheng said sternly, cupping his fists.
"My goal is not just to become him, but to surpass him." Zheng Wuji said proudly.
"Then I hope you can surpass him."
"I'm not interested in hearing such perfunctory words. If you just want to tell me this, then you can leave."
Zheng Wuji's attitude was very arrogant, but Zhao Zheng was not angry. It was incredible that he could talk so much to Zheng Wuji.
"Then I won't disturb your practice. I'll take my leave." Zhao Zheng smiled, fisted, and walked towards the col. After walking three steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "I'd like to ask, why did you give me some advice just now?"
Me, tell me those things?"
"There is no reason, I just like you and I just want to talk to you casually." Zheng Wuji said calmly.
"Haha, I'm honored to be someone you like. Does this mean I can make an exception and become your friend?" Zhao Zhengxiao asked.
"No, if people who please me can become my friends, then wouldn't I have as many friends as the crucian carp crossing the river." Zheng Wuji said categorically without mercy.
"In this case, I will no longer bring trouble on myself. You can continue to practice. I, a person who is pleasing to the eye, have to go back to sleep." Zhao Zheng said goodbye for the second time and left in a hurry.
Zheng Wuji put the Ruixue Sword back on his knees and continued to meditate, as if he had never met anyone before and nothing had happened.
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It's late at night, the moon climbs up the treetops, casting a faint light, and the stars are dotted around, blinking bright eyes.
Zhao Zheng still didn't want to practice martial arts. He stood in front of the window, thinking about what Zheng Wuji said during the day.
He felt that what Zheng Wuji said had some truth to it. If a person made fewer friends, saved a little time, and focused more on his career, he would be more likely to succeed. However, he did not intend to follow what Zheng Wuji said.
Do it, he is a person who likes to make friends, and when he sees someone he likes, he will naturally want to make acquaintance, and he can't help it.
If he forced himself to do as Zheng Wuji said, he would become another person, someone he didn't like.
When you become another person, you lose yourself. If you lose yourself, what fun is there in life? What's the use of practicing martial arts to a high level?
So he still has to continue to be his original self and continue to be distracted by various things. It is actually a kind of happiness to have a few more people in his heart that he can miss. If a person can even have people in his heart that he can miss.
Without it, how can the word loneliness be used to describe it all?
Zhao Zheng thought about it and felt a little sleepy. He reached out and grabbed the window, intending to close it. At this moment, two people walked side by side outside the window. One was the slippery Manager Zhu, and the other was a woman.
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