The young man held a wooden sword at his waist, an old woven bamboo basket in his right hand, a gourd of wine on his back, and walked briskly in a pair of shoes. He let the wind blow the peach blossoms on his slightly damp temples and slightly shabby green shirt. The young man looked very handsome.
Very indifferent and handsome.
The young man walked through the forest to beat the rain, his eyes were clear, he was dancing spoons at the age of 11 or 12, and he went through all kinds of ups and downs.
Take care of Yusheng.
The boy's name.
A year ago, the great demon entered Qingpingzhou, putting the human race in great danger.
That was the last time Gu Yusheng looked at his father's majestic body from behind as he carried his sword out of the Qingyun Gate to slay the demon. The firm and kind look back at him was deeply imprinted in his mind as always.
Today there is a peach blossom forest at the foot of Qingping Mountain.
There is only one solitary grave.
The only things that Gu Yusheng could remember his father with were a wooden sword and a wine gourd.
The lonely grave is covered with deep vegetation.
The spring rain scattered pieces of peach blossoms, and Gu Yusheng could no longer see the spine that always carried the sword on his back.
Gu Yusheng placed the wine gourd in front of the grave. He looked up at the gray sky, and saw the rain falling like silk threads and dripping like tears.
A long time, a long time.
Gu Yusheng took off the wooden sword from his waist and slashed at the peach branch next to him. The peach petals shook off and fell all over the young man's body.
"well."
The young man sighed slightly.
He stared at the wooden sword in his hand, his thin palm caressing the wooden sword carefully, staring at it with loving remembrance on his face.
In the peach blossom forest that year, a child was riding on his father's shoulders, looking at the world with curiosity.
"Dad, you carry a sword on your back every day and I've never seen you use it. Do you really know how to use a sword?"
"know a little."
"Dad, can you teach me how to practice swordsmanship?"
"I don't want to teach. My husband said that I am qualified to teach only if I have cut down a mountain of peach blossoms. But I can make you a wooden sword."
"Dad, let me see your sword."
"Don't move, it's a sword of protection."
"What is the Sword of Protection?"
"Yu Sheng, you are still young. When you grow up, you will naturally understand."
Scenes from the past.
Gu Yusheng took a deep breath, picked pieces of peach blossoms, put them into the wine gourd, and said: "Dad, Qingyun Sect is recruiting disciples today, and my child plans to enter Qingyun to practice. You have a spirit in heaven to bless my child to go to the mountain to become a disciple, and wait for my child to learn."
If the sword is successful, I will definitely cut off this mountain of peach blossoms for you and kill the monsters that bully the human race."
Gu Yusheng took a sip of wine from the gourd, and the spiciness of the strong wine pierced the young man's heart.
At this moment, the emaciated twelve-year-old boy seemed to have grown up a bit.
With a wooden sword and a wine gourd on his back, he went all the way to Qingping Mountain.
One after another, the fierce horses passed by Gu Yusheng. The horses stepped on the flying dust and trampled on Gu Yusheng. They were all young rich children going to Qingyun Gate.
The road turns out to be so long without a father on his shoulders.
But Gu Yusheng's gaze remained firm, and he was not afraid of his shoes getting muddy or his shirt getting wet.
The road to Qingyun Gate was deeply imprinted on Gu Yusheng's joyful childhood memories. With the death of his father, the Demon Slayer, the memory became even more profound.
"Hey, who am I? It turns out to be you, Gu Yusheng."
The carriage driven by two horse crossbows opened a curtain, and a young boy about the same age as Gu Yusheng emerged.
Lu Chen, the young companion in Qingyun Town.
His father was also a practitioner of the Qingyun Sect, and he also went out to slay demons that year. However, his father Lu Zhan returned safely and is now an elder of the Qingyun Sect.
As the saying goes, if the father is high, the son is also noble.
Riding on two horses and accompanied by servants, the scenery is incomparable.
The childhood friends of those days can no longer be together.
Gu Yusheng raised his head and looked at Lu Chen, with a pair of proud and proud eyes.
Lu Chen raised his hand and the carriage stopped. The servants around him stared at Gu Yusheng with amusement on their expressions.
Today, the young master has entered the Qingyun Sect, and another monk will be born in the Lu family. Now he meets a young playmate, and all the servants know what the young master is thinking.
Have fun and entertain yourself.
Lu Chen raised his lips slightly, "Gu Yusheng, are you actually paying homage to your cowardly father?"
Gu Yusheng closed his sleeves with both hands, and the knuckles hidden in the sleeves turned white. He said, "My father is not a coward."
"he is."
Lu Chen's voice was slightly higher.
Several slaves and maids beside the car were covering their faces and snickering.
A year ago, three hundred monks went out of Qingyun to Qingping Prefecture to slay demons. Gu Yusheng's father, Gu Bai, was also one of them. Originally, slaying demons to death in battle was a feat, and the people would greet the heroes' souls when they returned.
But that year, many people were killed in the battle, and the group was almost wiped out. Gu Yusheng's father also did not come back, and his companions only brought back an unsheathed sword.
Soon after, news came out in Qingyun Town that Gu Yusheng's father, Gu Bai, did not even have the courage to draw his sword in the face of a monster. He was chased by the monster all over Qingping Prefecture, and was eventually swallowed by a big monster.
.
[Gu Bai is a coward]
It is something that must be discussed every time after dinner and tea in Qingyun Town.
"He is not."
Gu Yusheng bit his lip and answered.
For so many years, he has always believed that the father who walked out of the Peach Blossom Forest with a sword in his back was a demon-slaying hero.
"he is."
Lu Chen spread his hands, his eyes fell on the wooden sword on Gu Yusheng's waist, and mocked:
"If you don't believe me, ask the people in Qingyun Town."
"He is not a coward!"
Gu Yusheng's hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists, his thin body was trembling slightly, and his lips were bitten until they turned white.
"That's not the case, hahaha."
Lu Chenyang whipped the horse.
The horse's hoof splashed mud on Gu Yusheng's body again.
Gu Yusheng stood there stupidly.
There were bursts of laughter from the carriage.
"The son of a coward also went up the mountain to practice."
The harsh sound was not blown away by the spring breeze, but became clearer to my ears.
"He is not."
Gu Yusheng murmured, his voice so low that he couldn't even hear it.
He felt that his eyes were swollen, and when he raised his head, his eyes were red and he was almost ready to cry.
In his eyes.
Qingping Mountain is so high that when Gu Yusheng raises his head, he cannot always see the top of the mountain.
But he always felt that his father's figure was taller back then.
"Dad, how high is Qingping Mountain?"
"For the rest of your life, you cannot see the top of the mountain because you are in an abyss. You have to go up and reach the top of the mountain so that you can see the world from the cliff."
"Dad, have you seen the summit?"
Gu Bai didn't answer that year. Maybe he said something, but it was blown away by the wind and Gu Yusheng didn't hear it.
"One day, I want to climb to the highest point of Qingyun and see."
Gu Yusheng held a wooden sword in his hand and swore an oath.
If his father had climbed to the top and seen it, he would have followed in his father's footsteps.
If my father had not climbed to the top to see it, then he would have climbed to the top to see it.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
How high is this mountain?
How vast this world is.
"It's a good thing for young people to climb high and look far, but don't forget to look at the road under your feet."
Gu Yusheng turned around, and an old man followed him calmly.
The old man's clothes were in tatters, his temples were gray, his eye sockets were sunken, his cheekbones were slightly high, he didn't know how old he was, and he was unusually short. He was carrying a huge long black wooden box behind him, which looked more like a piano box than a sword box.
The old man pointed at the ground with a bamboo stick in his hand, and Gu Yusheng discovered that there was a big hole in the road under his feet.
"Thank you, old gentleman."
Gu Yusheng bowed his hands.
The old man panted with a stick, and drizzle fell on the old man's hair and old clothes. The wind blew his silver hair wildly, and his clothes rustled. Only the wooden box behind him was not stained by the smoke and dust of the spring rain.
The old man's turbid eyes glanced at the wooden sword at Gu Yusheng's waist, and then at the gourd carried behind Gu Yusheng's back, and he felt a little more energetic for a moment.
"Boy, give me a sip of wine?"
Gu Yusheng hesitated and said, "This wine was given to me as a memorial to my father."
"You are still young. Even if your father is alive, I can still drink this drink."
The old man waved to Gu Yusheng, indicating that Gu Yusheng could sit next to him and rest.
Gu Yusheng walked over, took off the wine gourd on his back and silently handed it to the old man.
The old man opened the stopper of the gourd and sniffed it for a while, then sighed: "Excellent peach blossom wine."
After that, drink it all in one gulp.
Gu Yusheng's eyes widened with curiosity. In these years, he had lived in poverty, and the wine in the gourd was just self-taught and home-brewed, mixed with a few petals of peach blossoms. It was by no means a good wine. However, when Gu Yusheng saw the old man's face covered with frost and dust, he seemed to be in the world.
It was as if he had been crawling around all his life, and he felt sad that if he didn't work hard, he would be like this in his old age and spend the rest of his happiness in a pot of turbid wine.
Thinking of this, Gu Yusheng's expression became more determined.
"I've drank the peach blossom wine this year, and I'll come back next year to get another pot."
The old man stroked his beard and handed the wine gourd to Gu Yusheng with satisfaction.
Gu Yusheng hung the gourd on his back and never took his eyes away from the wooden box on the old man's back. Thinking about the gift of a drink, he mustered up the courage to ask: "Old sir, what's in this?"
"A sword."
The old man replied calmly, raised his thick-jointed finger and pointed at the wooden sword at Gu Yusheng's waist.
"Shall I switch with you?"
Gu Yusheng subconsciously held the wooden sword close to his waist, and his eyes fell on the wooden box. Vaguely, Gu Yusheng could see the mysterious inscriptions on the wooden box. Those inscriptions were much bigger than the demon-suppressing monument at the entrance of Qingyun Town.
The inscriptions on it are even more mysterious.
The sword inside must be a peerless sword.
The thought of exchanging disappeared in a flash.
This wooden sword was made by my father who searched the peach blossom forest and picked the best peach wood and carved it day and night. The sword is divided into yin and yang, and the two figures are lifelike.
Gu Yusheng remembered that his father drank wine under the peach blossom forest for half a month while he was carving out the other side of the figure.
Gu Yusheng shook his head resolutely and replied: "I won't change."
The old man seemed to smile.
"Pity."
"Old sir, I want to see the sword unsheathed, is that okay?"
Gu Yusheng spoke subconsciously, his eyes full of expectation.
For a year, he could not sleep day and night. He felt regretful that he had never seen his father draw his sword.
he died.
Gu Yusheng has never seen him.
Like a nightmare.
People in Qingyun Town said that his father was a coward who did not dare to draw his sword when encountering monsters.
Gu Yusheng has hatred.
He hated his father for not drawing his sword.
If only his father had drawn his sword.
At least he doesn't need to be buried in that peach blossom forest, and the two heroic soul characters "Gu Bai" can be left on the demon-suppressing monument.
"Can."
The old man hardly hesitated. He put the bamboo stick aside and stood up slowly.
The old man's figure is no longer so thin. The spring breeze blows across his face covered with frost and dust. The old man's eyes are like a torch, his body is tall and straight, and the sword box behind him is clanking.
The words fell and the sword was unsheathed.
A wisp of green sword light seemed to seep out from the wooden box, like silk rain flowing over the empty mountain.
The whole world is filled with white rays of light, not a single ray of light can be seen.
The oozing sword energy broke through the sky like stars in the daytime.
The sword, the light and the treasure clash with the bullfight.
"When the sword comes out of the great battle, it is the most difficult thing to slay demons. The silk rain will make peach blossoms, and send you to the Qingyun!"
The old man's voice murmured.
Wait for Gu Yusheng's eyes to shine again.
The whole world is silent.
Look to your side again.
Where is the figure of the old man?
The carriages are rolling, the horses are rustling, and the road leads to Qingyun.
Gu Yusheng has arrived at the gate of Qingyun Mountain!