From the Youyun in the north to the Dragon Deep Sea in the south.
From the Liao grassland and the sinister mountains in the west to the Donghua Fairy Mountain in the east, there are scenery everywhere, and there are extremely beautiful people and things.
The book says, travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books.
I have been there, seen it and experienced it. For a human being, a good life is a good life, and it was a waste of time to give birth to me and my parents to raise me.
He Feibai actually understood these principles.
He remembers it clearly.
He was four years old that year, and Yang Tong was already thirty-seven. Yang Tong's senior brother, Yang Guan, who was also the uncle He Feibai had never met, finally passed away due to the serious illness caused by the battle with Youyun.
It was the sixth year that Yang Tong took over Chunliu Yuan. The man, who was less than forty years old, worked hard and had long hair on his temples. He looked much older than his actual age.
Four-year-old He Feibai is ignorant and frail, so he is not popular with other children of his age in the academy. He likes to be alone in a daze, or tinker with things that children of this age like to play, such as clay figurines and picture books.
But Yang Tong was extremely strict. He always kept a straight face and wouldn't allow He Feibai to tinker with those strange things, saying that they were just toys to lose one's ambition. Even a four-year-old child would have a hard time understanding his strictness, let alone why he wanted to do it.
Every day I take baths with pungent-smelling water and some medicine that is so bitter that I feel dizzy, and I have to run around the huge Chunliuyuan every day.
For things that are incomprehensible and intolerable, children generally have only two choices.
The first is to cry, but unfortunately this is a dead end for Yang Tong. Yang Tong will use an extremely harsh tone to stop his crying, and then tell him a lot of truth that he understands very well.
Crying can't solve the problem, so Hu He Feibai can only avoid him, but no matter where he hides, Yang Tong can always catch him out like a magic weapon descending from the sky, and then punish him with double training.
Such days made the young He Fei live in vain, until he contracted a serious illness when he was seven years old.
He was terribly cold all over. Even though it was still summer, with the sun shining brightly and the heat overwhelming, he was still cold, from top to bottom, from the inside out.
It was too cold to eat or sleep.
Only then did he know that he had hidden illnesses since the day he was picked up, so Yang Tong made such strict demands on him, allowing him, who was already weak, to complete many practices that were beyond his age.
, and whether it is the pungent smell of bath water or the terrible taste of medicine, they are all prescriptions that Yang Tong has worked hard to find from everywhere.
These things are no easy task.
Firstly, we need to cut back on food and clothing, and secondly, we need to suppress the opposition voices from all sides in the chamber.
When seven-year-old He Feibai's condition worsened, the dissatisfaction accumulated by all parties in the college finally erupted.
He Feibai clearly remembered that day when he was lying in bed, his lips were white, and he was wrapped in three or four layers of quilts, but he was still shivering from the cold. Yang Tong beside him was holding a bowl of soup and carefully feeding it to He Feibai.
At this time, a group of people broke into the door, shouting and yelling.
This child is a disaster, and even though Chunliuyuan has wasted so much money, it cannot be saved.
Now that he was terminally ill, they asked Yang Tong to stop wasting his energy and money on a sick man.
They spoke righteously and were very angry. They complained that Yang Tong had spent all his money and material resources on He Feibai over the years, accusing him of being the head of a hospital and neglecting public affairs for personal reasons.
The young He Feibai was lying on the hospital bed, and the chill rising in his heart was several times stronger than the chill coming from his body.
He seemed to be able to foresee his own fate from everyone's conversations, and he was extremely scared. He didn't know what his future would be like, whether he would be thrown out of Chunliuyuan, or die on a bed of ice.
He couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do.
The quarrel in the door became louder and louder, and suddenly Yang Tong's voice rang out.
"This kid is my disciple."
"I want to save him."
"If you want to drive him out, you must first abolish me as the dean!"
Yang Tong's words were so loud that everyone present was stunned, and the farce ended hastily.
Then Yang Tong came to his side, reached out and gently stroked his head, and said softly: "Little guy, don't worry, the master is here."
His few simple words made He Feibai extremely relieved at that time, as if the chill all over his body was no longer so biting. He slept so peacefully for the first time since the onset of the disease.
In the days that followed, Yang Tong took him to search for famous doctors in Yingshui County, but without exception, everyone was helpless about Yang Tong's serious illness. In the blink of an eye, it was already the second year, and He Feibai's body was getting weaker and weaker, but...
Even so, Yang Tong never gave up on He Feibai.
He used various methods to find medicinal baths, elixirs and even cultivation methods. As long as there was some possibility, he was unwilling to give up and wanted to try it on He Feibai.
He Feibai also asked him why he was so nice to him?
Yang Tong just smiled and said: "When I picked you up, you were not much bigger than my palm. You were lying on the snow alone. In such a cold day, your body was frozen and stiff. You can see that I am still alone.
Smiling hard at me."
"At that time, I was thinking, such a cute child must survive."
"So, I won't give up, and you can't give up either. Master will turn Wu Yang world upside down for you, but he still has to find a way to cure your disease!"
Yang Tong said these words that day with a faint smile on his face. Yang Tong, who used to be extremely stern in He Feibai's eyes, looked so kind at that moment, just like the father he imagined...
From that day on, He Feibai made up his mind that he would be worthy of Yang Tong's efforts. He forced himself to stand up from the hospital bed, insisted on practicing every day, took medicinal baths seriously every day, and worked hard to swallow
Swallow those nasty drugs.
In fact, he could feel that these things were of little help to him. His body was still getting worse day by day, but he still tried hard to do this, just to let Yang Tong see it and make him feel better.
His health got worse and worse, and eventually, he had to lie in bed for eight or nine of the twelve hours a day.
Until that day.
An old man came to Yangshan.
At that time, He Feibai didn't know who the other party was. He only knew that the other party seemed to have a great background. In order to welcome him, the entire Yangshan Mountain had been preparing for several days. Yang Tong was also very excited and sent people to prepare many gifts. He said that if he could
Invite the old man to see a doctor for He Feibai, and He Feibai will be saved!
He Feibai was a little confused, and he was curious in his heart who the old man was and why he had such great abilities.
On that day, he went with Yang Tong to Dafeng Courtyard to greet the distinguished guest, who was an ordinary-looking old man.
Wearing a black robe and having gray hair, he doesn't look much different from an ordinary old man. If you insist on finding any difference, it might be that he looks older.
But he had just walked into the courtyard, and before the mountain owner could step forward to say anything, the old man laid his eyes on him.
He walked up to He Feibai with a smile, knelt down and asked him: "Little guy, are you interested in being my disciple?"
That was a very abrupt sentence, but as soon as the words came out, everyone present looked horrified. The crowd cast envious glances at He Feibai at that time. It seemed that everyone present could get such an opportunity.
It was just a dream, even if they were already disciples of the Holy Mountain, but compared to what the old man said, such status was not worth mentioning.
It's a pity that the young He Feibai couldn't understand this at all. He just felt a little uncomfortable and a little scared, so he hid behind Yang Tong, reached out and hugged Yang Tong's thigh, and stared at the old man fearfully.
When Yang Tong saw this, he quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Wei, what do you mean?"
He asked this, but his face was full of panic.
The old man blinked and said: "Didn't I make it clear enough? I want to accept this child as my disciple? Dean Yang, this child is your disciple? Can I give up my love?"
Yang Tong showed a wry smile: "It's true that this child is my disciple, but this child has been weak since he was a child, and he has been suffering from serious illnesses recently. Yang Tong has searched all the famous doctors in Yingshui County, but he has not been able to find a cure.
This time I brought him here with a merciless request. I want sir to help me see if there is any possibility of healing by holding my disciple."
Yang Tong spoke carefully, carefully considering every word in his heart, as if he was afraid that the words he said were inappropriate would offend the old man in front of him.
The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly laughed.
"Fortunately, I remembered that I was invited by the former mountain master many years ago to come here. Otherwise, this fine jade would really have been dusted by you." The old man said, and then pointed at the young man.
He Feibai said.
"This child doesn't have any serious diseases. He was just born with an open vein. In addition, his blood was born with the power of ice, so he was cold. Even if this is not a disease, it is natural.
There is no need to talk about how to cure it. As long as you use the appropriate method to activate the power in your body, these so-called troubles will be solved."
"In other words, he is not a miserable person who was born with a serious disease, but a genius monster with ancient blood."
…
Later, He Feibai found out that the old man was called Wei Yangguan, the owner of Bailong Mountain, and an old immortal who lived for 180 years among the people of Wuyang.
He gave He Feibai a magic method and told him that by following the method, he could cure the so-called serious disease by circulating the coldness in his body.
And this is indeed the case.
After returning home, He Feibai just followed the method for a week, and he could already feel that the condition in his body had improved tremendously.
For a child who is only seven or eight years old, such a change is very exciting.
When he wanted to tell Yang Tong the news, Yang Tong brought him to Wei Yangguan with a stern expression.
The young He Feibai didn't know what happened, but he only heard Yang Tong's stern voice.
"Kneel down!"
He Feibai was a little afraid, but he still followed the instructions and knelt in front of Wei Yangguan.
"Call Master." Yang Tong's voice came again.
But this time, the usually well-behaved He Feibai was stubborn and refused to speak.
Yang Tong was a little angry. He took out the cane and was about to take action. He stopped Yang Tong at Weiyang Pass.
He told He Feibai that he wanted to take him back to Bailong Mountain. He had a technique that was very suitable for He Feibai. As long as He Feibai was willing to work hard, he could guarantee that He Feibai would ascend to the martial arts before he was forty years old.
The realm of the king.
The young child doesn't care about the realm of the Martial Lord or the cultivation of martial arts. He just doesn't want to leave Yang Tong, he just wants to stay with him, just like a child doesn't want to leave his parents. In the past few years, he has been suffering from serious illnesses.
, Yang Tong was always taking care of him. In the heart of the child, Yang Tong, the master, had long been equal to his father.
He cried and shouted not to leave Yangshan. Yang Tong was very angry that day, but Wei Yangguan acted as a peacemaker. He said with a smile that he could understand He Feibai's mood, but Yangshan's skills were so bad.
Yang Zhigang is incompatible with He Feibai's physique. Staying in Yangshan will only delay his future. But he is unwilling to force He Feibai. If he wants, he can continue to stay in Yangshan until he is sixteen years old.
, he will send someone to ask him what he means, and at that time, it will not be too late to make a decision.
…
Being able to stay in Yangshan is naturally the best thing for He Feibai.
But Yang Tong was unhappy about this. After returning to Chunliu Courtyard, Yang Tong made him kneel in the door, beat him severely with a cane whip, and made him promise to go there after he turned sixteen.
Bailong Mountain, but that day, even if he was beaten to pieces by Yang Tong,
The flesh was torn apart, but the young He Feibai still clenched his teeth and refused to let go.
Later, as He Feibai grew up, he gradually understood what Wei Yangguan meant, what Wu Jun meant, and what Bailong Mountain meant.
But that didn't change his mind.
He practiced very hard, even if he didn't have the right skills. With his talent and hard work, he quickly stood out among his peers. However, such achievements were compared to those of Wei Yangguan who arrived at Wujun at the age of forty.
The promise of the environment still seems not worth mentioning.
Yang Tong's attitude remained unchanged. He told He Feibai more than once that when he was sixteen years old, he would have to go to Bailong Mountain and become a disciple of Wei Yangguan.
And when that day came, the disciples of Yangshan who heard about this gathered outside Chunliu Academy, wanting to see what a Martial Lord who would soar into the sky would look like in the future.
He Feibai also arrived there early to greet the apostles from Bailong Mountain.
Yang Tong was not present that day, but He Feibai chose to reject Bailong Mountain under the envious eyes of everyone. After learning the news, Yang Tong was furious and punished He Feibai severely for the second time.
.
But this time He Feibai told Yang Tong straightforwardly that he would not go to Bailong Mountain, and that he would stay in Yangshan to be by Yang Tong's side.
For more than ten years, he had watched Yang Tong running around trying to revive Yangshan. Seeing that he was only in his early forties but had gray hair on his temples, he felt that he had to stay in Yangshan to help him.
On that page, the master and the apprentice chatted for a long time. It was difficult for outsiders to know what they said. But from that day on, Yang Tong never mentioned that he wanted He Feibai to leave. Instead, he tried to think of ways to do it.
He searched for suitable methods from everywhere...
Days passed like this, Yang Tong was getting older, but he was still running for Yangshan. He Feibai gradually grew up, from that seven or eight-year-old child to the senior brother of Yangshan today. He worked hard for Yangshan.
Tong shared the affairs of Yangshan and practiced hard, thinking that if he could reach the realm of Lord Wu as soon as possible, he would be able to help his master more.
Even after going through twists and turns, being able to stay with his master is a good thing for He Feibai...
But how could he have imagined that one day, the person he regarded as his master and father would die in his arms like this.
…
The sky was brightening slightly, and the sun was rising in the eastern sky. The morning light was shining down. The chill of the night in Yingshui County was dispelled a lot, but Yang Tong's body in He Feibai's arms was getting colder and colder.
Zhao Erbai and Lu Ran rushed to He Feibai's side and tried their best to protect He Feibai. Ning Xiu and Xue Yun also jumped from the city gate at this time and landed in front of He Feibai.
He waved his spear and halberd, forcing the Ziyun Sword Prisoners to retreat one by one.
Qin Yuanshuo, the leader of the Purple Sword Guards who took Yang Tong's life, also came to kill him with his sword at this moment. Ning Xiu and Xue Yun frowned when they saw this, and stepped forward with their guns, but their cultivation levels were far inferior to each other.
The opponent was knocked back by the huge power wrapped in the long knife as soon as he met him.
"Senior Brother He! Let's go quickly! Leave the green hills behind! It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge!" Zhao Erbai stretched out his hand and grabbed the sluggish He Feibai, wanting to take him away from this place - with Yang Tong's death in the battle,
As Ziyun Sword Prisoner joined the battle, the Yangshan disciples were immediately exposed to their defeat and could no longer support themselves.
"Walk?"
"Where can we go?" He Feibai lowered his head and murmured like he was dreaming.
Swords were going back and forth on the battlefield, shouts of killing could be heard constantly, and He Feibai's whispers were not heard clearly by Zhao Erbai.
He blinked in confusion, looked at He Feibai and asked, "Senior brother, what are you talking about?"
He Feibai stood up slowly and put the old man in his arms on the ground. His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of waking someone up.
"You often say that I am a genius, and Yangshan should not be a fetter for me."
"You often say, travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books."
“From the Youyun in the north, to the Sea of Longyuan in the south, from the Liao people’s grasslands and sinister mountains in the west, to the Donghua Fairy Mountain in the east, there are scenery everywhere, and there are extremely beautiful people and people.
thing."
"I should go and see it so that I don't waste my time in this world."
"But what about you."
"You are not the one who is trapped."
"Trapped by me, trapped by Yangshan."
"Actually, we are all the same. We all understand that there are beautiful scenery, beautiful people and things outside."
"But we can't leave or leave."
"Some cages are called prisons, but we are all happy with them..."
Saying this, He Feibai slowly stood up.
Ning Xiu and Xue Yun, who were standing in front of him, shivered inexplicably, not because of fear or fear, but at that moment, the weather seemed much colder.
The two of them looked sideways for a moment, only to see that the crane behind them was not white, and their long hair suddenly surged. The iconic wisp of white hair in front of their foreheads fluttered out, and the dazzling white color spread out around them, quickly spreading to the surroundings.
The hair around him was cut off, and for just a moment, all his hair turned into a snow-white color.
Then the ground under his feet began to freeze, and the ice continued to extend along the ground under his feet, passing through Xue Yun and Ning Xiu, and came under the group of Ziyun Sword Prisoners, and the frost went up along their ankles.
By extension, their figures froze at that moment, the murderous intent in their eyes, and the ferocity on their faces were completely frozen at this moment.
But the frost didn't stop there, and continued to rush forward, enveloping Qin Yuanshuo's feet. Qin Yuanshuo was stunned at that moment, and looked up in horror at the man with flowing long hair in front of him.
He Feibai's face was cold and he whispered.
"Stay here."
"Just watch."
"I will help you fulfill your wish."
"I want you to go meet the ancestors of Yangshan with your head held high and your chest high!"