The moonlight is bright and clear, the soft and hazy moonlight flows down, quiet and peaceful.
In the cliff, the forest slides along the vines all the way to the bottom of the cliff. The moonlight is like a gathering beam of light, falling on the cliff, reflecting the mist of the cliff waterfall, giving it a particularly ethereal feel.
Plop!
Lin Huang fell into the deep pool at the bottom of the cliff. The cold water made him shiver.
When Lin Huang climbed out of the deep pool, he looked around carefully. There was a bright moon in the sky above his head. Thousands of feet of torrent poured down from the cliff beside him. The mist swirled in the air, forming a scene like a white dragon crossing the river.
Not far behind Lin Huang, there is an inconspicuous thatched house, reflecting the bright moonlight, with a few wisps of smoke rising...
There are two pieces of land separated by the thatched house.
A vegetable garden.
There were many chickens, ducks and geese surrounding the other area, making quacking sounds in the middle of the night.
An old cow covered in pitch black was tied to a pillar in front of the thatched house, grazing quietly.
Lin Huang frowned slightly, moonlight, huts, vegetable gardens, old cows, waterfalls... It is rare to find such a leisurely place in the dangerous Qinglong Mountains?
Looking for the candlelight of the thatched cottage, Lin Huang gradually approached and then opened the dilapidated door.
There was a thick mist in the room, and what came to my face was the intoxicating aroma of wine and the sound of thick soup boiling.
"You're a rare guest, sit down and order some food by yourself!"
The voice of the man behind the mist was hoarse and rough, and he seemed to have no interest in paying attention to this stranger.
Lin Huang looked confused and saw the man's figure clearly through the mist. He was unkempt, with frost-like hair on his temples, his trouser legs rolled up, and some dirt on his body.
He was holding chopsticks in his right hand, stirring the hot pot a few times, and holding a wine glass in his left hand, taking a sip from time to time. He looked a little tired, but there was a spirit of obsession in his eyes.
Because he is reading a book.
"Uncle, I'm so excited!"
Lin Huang glanced at the book the middle-aged man was reading, with a strange look on his face. The paintings in the book were so gorgeous, with foxy eyes and voluptuous bodies...
Lin Huang was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a second look!
"What does a young boy know?" the middle-aged man snorted, "I am exploring the human body structure of a warrior. I think I, Xiao Yishan, also practiced martial arts back then, and I know how important it is for a warrior to understand the human body structure!"
Lin Huang opened his mouth and was speechless.
How could he describe such a thing in such a fresh and refined manner?
shameless!
"Look, there's too much flesh on this chest. It's not good, it's ruining the beauty. I'm afraid it's going to explode after just pinching it." Xiao Yishan put down the wine bottle, reached out and pinched it twice, with a look of endless aftertaste.
.
"These legs are pretty good, they can pinch someone to death with just one look!"
Lin Huang was stunned. This seemingly farm boy was actually an old gangster!
"Senior, have you been living at the bottom of this thousand-foot cliff?"
Lin Huang asked, he always felt that people who could live in the Qinglong Mountains were a bit extraordinary.
"Otherwise, will you accompany me?"
Xiao Yishan curled his lips and snatched the meat from under Lin Huang's chopsticks.
"Forget it, I'm afraid it won't be safe if I live here, senior." Lin Huang smiled awkwardly.
"What's wrong? I've lived at the bottom of this cliff for more than ten years and it's fine." Xiao Yishan smiled nonchalantly, but seeing Lin Huang's strange eyes, he scratched his head and cursed:
"What are you thinking about, brat? I told you that reading these books is research, it's research... Even if I'm interested in the old black bull at the door, I still can't look down on you."
Xiao Yishan was furious and his voice was surprisingly loud, "I am an elegant person. Look at everything in this room that is not elegant!"
Lin Huang turned around and glanced around the room, nodding in agreement.
This thatched hut is really shabby, with only one bed and one pot.
An unmarked tablet stained with dust.
The only things that can be called elegant are probably the two paintings on the wall.
Lin Huang spent a long time identifying one of the paintings, and finally recognized that it was a woman.
The other picture is much easier to identify. It shows a young man wearing coarse linen clothes, flying in the air with a big bald bird under his feet. Well... there is also a big rusty iron knife hanging on his waist.
"It's amazing. These are all painted by me. If I hadn't gone astray back then and practiced martial arts, I think I could have become a painting saint."
Xiao Yishan said proudly and took two sips of his wine with satisfaction.
"Senior is truly extraordinary!"
Lin Huang praised shamelessly.
"They are just some hobbies. Since I stopped practicing martial arts, I have been reading books, painting, and reciting poems every day. I can be considered the most unrestrained and romantic person in the world... If you don't believe it, I will compose a poem for you right away!"
"All ears!"
Lin Huang saw Xiao Yishan's expectant face and flattered him happily.
"Then listen carefully. Just write a poem based on this moment, this feeling and this scene." After Xiao Yishan cleared his throat, he looked at the weak candlelight and stone pot in the room and said:
"A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red."
Xiao Yishan paused for a moment, and after looking at Lin Huang's expectant expression, he smiled with satisfaction, picked up his chopsticks, picked out an earthworm from the stone pot, and said:
"If I were allowed to ascend to immortality, I could boil the sea and boil dragons with my hands!"
"good!"
Lin Huang shouted, his eyes almost showing admiration, Xiao Yishan didn't know where he pieced together a bad poem, but he could still say it so proudly.
"Thinking about it this way, my senior's martial arts level is also extremely high!"
Lin Huang asked tentatively.
"Of course, it's as high as the sky." Xiao Yishan said with a proud look on his face, "I think back then I had not retreated. When I raised my hand, thousands of troops and horses were as scared as dogs; when I raised my hand, famous teachers and generals walked all over the mountain.
Raise your hands three times, um..."
Xiao Yishan couldn't continue the compilation, so he changed the form, "I still remember that before I retired, someone once said that I, Xiao Yishan, had one third of the domineering power in the world. I wonder how many more points I can still hold after so many years?"
"Hey, boy, don't sleep. I'll tell you something again. I remember that battle when I retreated from the world, that guy, that formation, more than 30,000 people chased me, and I ended up holding a machete.
I chopped it back and forth dozens of times!"
"Hey, brat, are you listening? How dare you fall asleep? You don't admire me at all. You actually..."
…
The next morning, it was a little cold. Xiao Yishan opened his eyes in confusion. He drank too much last night and his head hurt.
Stumbling open the door, the oncoming coolness made Xiao Yishan sober up a lot, and he could only vaguely hear a thumping sound in his ears.
Turning his head, he saw Lin Huang climbing up from the cold pool and climbing to the big stone pier under the waterfall. He was hit by the thousand-foot waterfall and was unable to move.
It's like a big turtle!
In less than ten breaths, Lin Huang was rushed off the stone pier. Then he climbed up the stone pier with difficulty, and so on... Lin Huang had been in this state for an hour.
When he fell into the cold pool last night, Lin Huang felt that this thousand-foot waterfall might have a great effect on tempering his body and practicing the Great Vajra Technique.
As expected.
The waterfall falls from a thousand-foot-high cliff, and the water is as thick as a mountain. The water carries the chill from the depths of the Qinglong Mountains, which is bone-chilling and penetrates the bone marrow.
The roaring waterfall is like a big hammer of ice, hammering Lin Huang's body again and again.
"Longevity..."
Looking at the forest wasteland under the waterfall, like ants struggling in the water, climbing up the big stone pier again and again, unyielding, showing an unparalleled determination in the ordinary, Xiao Yishan was suddenly startled and murmured absentmindedly.
Today's scene of Lin Huang at the foot of the cliff seems to have inadvertently awakened the long-lost memories in Xiao Yishan's mind...
Just like the scene at the bottom of the cliff.
He thought of his disciple named Qin Changsheng, the disciple who knelt in the wind and snow for three months for him, and then practiced swordsmanship under the waterfall day after day, year after year.
"Senior, Chang Sheng has yet to avenge the murder of his father, and has yet to avenge the hatred of humiliating his mother. No matter how poor my qualifications are, I vow to enter martial arts in this life. Even if revenge takes ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years...
Please ask senior to accept me as your disciple!"
Xiao Yishan turned his head and looked at the forest wilderness under the waterfall, then turned his head and looked at the wall of the room, and his eyes fell on the portrait of the young man.
The disciple back then, in order to take revenge, spent ten years under the cliff and practiced swordsmanship for ten years.
But his qualifications are surprisingly poor.
It’s so bad that we haven’t condensed the Xuanhai in ten years!
It was so bad that every time Qin Changsheng saw him, he buried his head deeply with shame on his face. He didn't even dare to raise his head to look at him, and he didn't dare to call himself master when there were outsiders.
"Master, I broke through...and failed again."
"Master...Uncle Xiao, Uncle Wang, your tea is ready."
"Master, if you don't want to take revenge anymore, please expel me from the master's sect. Master's reputation is like the bright moon covering the sky. You can't have such a disgraceful disciple as me!"
…
Looking at the forest wasteland under the waterfall, Xiao Yishan looked sad. The appearance of the forest wasteland under the waterfall now is very similar to that of Qin Changsheng back then.
Just as unyielding, just as stubborn!
…
"Boy Lin, your lying posture is wrong, you look like a thousand-year-old bastard!"
Xiao Yishan walked over and laughed.
Lin Huang looked for Xiao Yishan's voice and accidentally fell into the water with a splash, making Xiao Yishan laugh.
"Boy Lin, do you still remember the picture of moonlight erotic palace that we studied together? Do you still remember a posture called the old tree entwining its roots? Try it!"
Xiao Yishan pointed out.
Lin Huang looked at Xiao Yishan with a black face.
Who is on the same page with you?
Who will study with you?
What are the roots of old trees!
Then Lin Huang sat firmly on the big stone pier, letting the thousand-foot waterfall fall down without being washed away by the waterfall. That posture was 70% similar to that of an old tree with its roots entwined.
"You're not a bad boy. I'll find you another book to read tonight so you can learn more," Xiao Yishan praised.
Lin Huang looked helpless.
"Young man Lin, that's not right. You should relax and enjoy your body and feel the baptism of the waterfall." Xiao Yishan taught again, "In your position, it is difficult for the energy in the waterfall to be absorbed into the Xuanhai!"
Lin Huang frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he tried what Xiao Yishan said...
"Boy Lin, you are a pig. Don't you know that holding the sky with your palms can speed up the flow of vitality in the body?"
"Why are you so stupid? The Xuanhai hasn't boiled yet. How can the flow of vitality into the meridians have impact? You don't know what the roar of the sea is and the mighty rivers?"
…
Under the waterfall, Lin Huang closed his eyes and practiced quietly. Xiao Yishan chattered on the side and reduced Lin Huang to nothing.
After noisy for a long time, I guess my mouth was dry, so I finally calmed down.
Within a moment, Lin Huang saw the latter taking out an old guqin from the hut, and the faint sound of the guqin sounded. It was simply...
Birds fly away from thousands of mountains.
Thousands of people have been wiped out.
Within a radius of ten miles, no one will be left alive!
At the end of the day, Lin Huang already had the urge to kill Xiao Yishan.
"Boy Lin, this thing you grilled is really good. My two big fat geese were not wasted." In the middle of the night, Xiao Yishan and Lin Huang set up a fire outside the thatched house.
"The right to cook will be given to you from now on."
Xiao Yishan said boldly, as if Lin Huang had taken a huge advantage.
Lin Huang shook his head helplessly, not knowing how to evaluate Xiao Yishan, this seemingly ordinary farmer, even if he had the Tianyuan realm.
But why are you so narcissistic?
Aren’t those who generally live in seclusion all extremely talented people?