Half a year ago, on the third day after Guo Song went to sell firewood with Gan Yu, Han Xiaowu also followed his master to deliver the prey. He also met Zhang Huer and a group of Taoist boys, who vented their hatred towards Guo Song.
On Han Xiaowu, he was pushed to the ground and beaten violently, and his left leg was broken by Zhang Huer's stick.
The Taoist boys dispersed in a hurry, and no one acknowledged their fault. Xuanhu Palace also firmly denied that it had anything to do with them. Instead, they insisted that Han Xiaowu had broken his leg because of naughtiness. His master had no choice but to bear it and carry him back to the Taoist temple. Because
Due to lack of medical treatment and lack of medicine, the leg was unsuccessful and he became disabled.
Guo Song was furious when he heard this, gritted his teeth and said: "We can't just let it go, Xiaowu, I will take you to find them, Xuanhu Palace must give you an explanation."
Guo Song grabbed his wrist and left. Han Xiaowu broke away from his hand, shook his head and said: "It's useless. I didn't admit it at the beginning. Now half a year has passed, and they won't admit it anymore. Besides, Jingle Palace can't mess with it either."
Get them up."
"Then what do you do? Have your legs broken by them for nothing?"
Han Xiaowu lowered his head and whispered: "This is my fate, I have accepted it."
"I'll go find them!"
Guo Song stamped his feet fiercely, turned around and left.
Han Xiaowu cried out sadly: "Guo Song, do you have to kill me before you are willing to do it?"
Guo Song stopped, and Han Xiaowu wiped his tears and said, "You can beat them up, but what about me? If Xuanhu Palace comes to ask for punishment, the temple master will definitely drive me down the mountain. What should I do then?"
I can only drag my lame leg to beg for food!"
After saying that, Han Xiaowu picked up the bucket again and limped forward with difficulty. The Shengtian Bridge was very narrow and it was very dangerous for him to walk on it while limping. Guo Song was worried about it and hurriedly stepped forward to grab his bucket, "
I’ll choose for you!”
"No! No!"
Han Xiaowu was so frightened that he waved his hands quickly, "If the viewer sees it, I will have to pack my things and go down the mountain."
"Why?"
"Guo Song, thank you for your kindness, please stop asking."
Han Xiaowu picked up the bucket and limped away slowly. Guo Song looked at his thin back and sighed in his heart. This poor child was afraid of becoming useless and being driven down the mountain by the Taoist temple, so he worked hard to carry the water.
.
Life is so humble!
A fierce force slowly rose in Guo Song's heart. He, Guo Song, could never live in such a humble way. He wanted to become a strong man and live in this troubled world.
...........
At dusk, Gan Yu helped his third senior brother Gan Lei back to the Taoist temple, but Gan Lei was injured.
Guo Song and Gan Feng quickly helped Gan Lei into the room and untied his Taoist robe. They saw that his shoulders were bright red. They were only bandaged briefly, but blood seeped out of the cloth.
Gan Feng never asked any questions, but was busy cleaning his junior brother's wounds again and changing dressings and bandages.
But Guo Song couldn't help but ask: "Senior brother, what's going on?"
Gan Lei said without any clue: "It's unlucky for Fatty today. He encountered a tough opponent and received a blow in vain."
Guo Song looked at Gan Yu again, and Gan Yu smiled bitterly and said: "I met a group of young Taoist priests from Xuanhu Palace in the town. The leader of the young Taoist priest is Zhang Hu'er, who bullied you last time. The third one wants to vent your anger for you, so
He found an excuse to beat Zhang Huer violently, but in the end, he attracted Sun Lingzi from Xuanhu Palace, known as one of the five young masters of Kongtong Mountain. The third child competed with Sun Lingzi in a sword competition, and was defeated by him on the tenth move."
Gan Lei quickly waved his hand, "Fourth, don't mention this scandal."
At this moment, Master Muzhenko's heavy coughing sound suddenly came from the door.
Gan Lei was so frightened that he stood up quickly, lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Muzhenzi walked in and gave him a cold look, "What are the three major rules of our sect?"
Cold sweat streamed down Gan Lei's forehead, and he whispered: "You are not allowed to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors; you are not allowed to fight with the Zixiao clan; you are not allowed to associate with evildoers, and those who violate it will be expelled from the school!"
He knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, I know my mistake. Please forgive me this time. I will never dare to do it again next time!"
Guo Song was also frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't know the three major rules of the sect. He still wanted to break Zhang Huer's leg today. It turned out that this was the major rule for expelling him from the sect.
Guo Song also knelt down quickly and said, "Master, it is the disciple who begs the senior brother to avenge the disciple. The responsibility lies with the disciple, and the disciple is willing to bear half of the responsibility for the senior brother."
Gan Yu and Gan Feng also knelt down, "Master, the third child has a strong personality and can't stand what Zixiao is doing. Since he knows his mistake, please beg Master to spare him once!"
Mu Zhenzi ignored Gan Yu and Gan Feng. He glanced at Guo Song and said, "You begged Lao San to avenge you?"
"Yes! I still don't know that Qingxu Temple has these three rules. If I knew, I would never dare to instigate my senior brother."
Mu Zhenzi pondered for a moment and said to Gan Lei: "You will be exempted from being expelled from the school, but you will be punished by facing the wall in Laojun's Cave for half a year."
Gan Lei kowtowed repeatedly, "Thank you, Master, for your tolerance. I will never dare to fight with Zixiao again."
Mu Zhenzi snorted, "It's for your own good that I've been lazy and slippery all day long and refused to practice martial arts. What you met today is the arrogant Sun Lingzi. If you met the ruthless Lei Lingzi, what would you do?
Is there a life?"
Gan Lei's face was full of shame, "My disciple has embarrassed the master."
"As long as you know, bandage the wound and face the wall. Fourth child, you are responsible for delivering food to him."
After saying that, Muzhenzi said to Guo Song: "Follow me!"
Guo Song lowered his head and followed his master to the edge of the cliff. Mu Zhenren said calmly: "I didn't tell you the way to come up today, but you still climbed up by yourself. It shows that as long as you are willing to use your brain, have perseverance and determination, no matter how difficult it is,
You can solve everything by yourself."
Guo Song nodded, "Master's teachings, disciples should keep them in mind!"
"In that case, why don't you solve the hatred yourself instead of asking others for help?"
"Disciple... still lacks confidence in himself."
Mu Zhenren smiled and said, "With your character, you will not ask for help from others. I know that you are asking for mercy on his behalf. The third child hates evil and has a violent personality. He is what I am most worried about. You should take more care of him in the future."
"Disciples will definitely know how to do it."
Mu Zhenren glanced at him again, "You seem to have something on your mind today?"
"This disciple met his former friend while carrying water today..."
Guo Song did not hide anything and told Muzhenzi in detail about his tragic encounter with Han Xiaowu.
He sighed, "This disciple vowed to avenge Xiao Wu, but Qingxu Guan has three rules, which really makes this disciple extremely depressed."
Mu Zhenzi shook his head, "The rules of Qingxu Temple are that you are not allowed to fight with the Zixiao family, but that does not mean that you are not allowed to duel with them. There are opportunities, but you must follow the rules of Kongtong Mountain.
Secondly, if you return to secular life and leave Qingxu Temple in the future, if you have the ability to kill all the Taoist priests of the Zixiao family, I will not care about you. Of course, if you are killed by the other party, you cannot blame me for not warning you in advance.
"
Guo Song nodded silently and said in a deep voice: "Master is actually afraid that if I don't learn enough, I won't be able to take revenge, and I will be killed by the other party."
Mu Zhenzi's eyes became stern. He looked at the dusk in the distance and said slowly: "You should understand now that the era of reasoning has passed. Now martial arts is in power and the strong is king. Zhang Hu'er dares to kill Han
Xiao Wu's leg was broken just because Xuanhu Palace supported him, but in the end it was Jingle Palace who went to apologize. Han Xiaowu also understood this, so he accepted his fate. This is reality.
If you want to seek justice for Han Xiaowu, you can. You just need to knock down all the Xuanhu Palaces. You can do whatever you want with Zhang Huer. If you don't have this ability, you will be humiliating yourself and becoming the third
Two Han Xiaowu.
I have set the rules just because I don’t want my disciples to reason with Zixiao Palace or humiliate themselves. If you really have that ability, then you will set the rules.
Do you think I am willing to exchange wood for their salt? Do you think I am willing to give them the game that my apprentices have worked so hard to fetch? No way, who makes the Zixiao family the most powerful? They are strong, the rules of Kongtong Mountain
Of course, it is up to them to decide, which means the strong is king."
Mu Zhenzi's words deeply stimulated Guo Song. Only now did he truly understand what it means that the strong is king. This is a cruel jungle era, following the jungle law of the weak and the strong. Even the land outside the country is no exception. Whose
Whoever has a big fist decides the rules.
"Master's words are engraved in the hearts of disciples."
Mu Zhenzi patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Although you are only eight years old, your mind is mature, just like having a thirty-year-old soul. This is your talent, no one can compare with it. I believe you can do something in the future."
It's a big deal and you can realize Master's unfinished regrets, but now you need to calm down and study martial arts hard. As for Han Xiaowu, the abbot of Jingle Palace, Huo Lie, still owes me a favor. I will ask him to keep Han Xiaowu.
Become a Taoist priest and stop being distracted by him."
Guo Song was moved and bowed, "Thank you, Master!"
"Let's start practicing martial arts!" Muzhenzi smiled, turned and left.
Guo Song looked at a star that had just risen in the west. His heart was clear. He had never been so clear-headed as today. He knew what he was going to do in the future and how to do it.
Guo Song slowly raised his iron sword, stood on one foot, and looked sharply at the stars in the distance, as if he had turned into a sculpture, never moving again.