Legend of Fei

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Zhou Fei heard the sound of water, strong and weak, passing through her ears, wrapped in an old man's voice, humming something intermittently, paddling with paddles.

It seems to sing a fisherman's song. I don't know which local dialect to use. Zhou Fei doesn't understand much, but feels quite relaxed.

She thought she was still in a dream, but then, a few cold drops of water splashed on her face, Zhou Fei opened her eyes suddenly, and the magnificent galaxy twirled into her eyes. Falling down, covering her head and face.

Zhou Fei struggled to support herself, and his hands and feet were so numb that he didn't listen to him. As soon as he looked up, there was an unspeakable dizziness and nausea. Her eyes turned black, and she fell back on her face again. With Xinghui see the surroundings clearly.

It turned out that she was on a small boat, and the boat slowly walked slowly in the undulating blue water, the water surface was clear, a star reflected in it, and scattered with the current, although it was really beautiful, Zhou Fei was shaken More dizzy.

She vomited a few times on the side of the boat, but unfortunately nothing came out of her stomach.

Zhou Fei hanged on the side of the boat for a moment, his ears roared, his brain was blank, and his memory seemed to be broken. He wondered inexplicably: "What am I doing just now? Why is it here?"

At this time, someone said, "Little girl, did you pick up your life? You don't know how to pity."

Zhou Fei narrowed his eyes in amazement, and saw a thin, tall shadow on the bow of the ship. The man was wearing hats and bare feet. The young man said that he was sixty or seventy years old. Holding the boat up slowly, there was a kind of gentleness that was peculiar to the old man when he raised his hand.

The old man said, "Hey," he said again, "Don't you know that you have been poisoned by snakes? You hold the antidote in your hand and don't eat it. Want to try how long you can live?"

Snake venom?

Zhou Fei was stunned for a moment, and then her mind blew open, as if a rusty gate was bombed open, like a farce, the North Heroes Association, Living Dead Mountain, Chu Tianquan, and what to do ...... Wait, flashing in front of her eyes, and finally fell on a long body.

Xie Yun...

By the way, Xie Yun!

Zhou Fei jumped upright. The boat was nothing more than a flat boat. When she stepped on it, she immediately shook her left and right.

The old man said, "Ouch", he gently shook the big paddle in his hand, and he did not see how much he moved, so he stabilized the boat: "Come on, come slowly... Amitabha, you These panicking little donors."

Zhou Fei saw that the man who supported the boat was an old monk, wearing a patched torn robe, with a gray mustache, a string of old beads crazed by insects on his neck, and a pair of wash The white monk's shoes are set aside.

Zhou Fei held onto the canopy, knuckles turned white, and asked hardly, "Old man, what about the one with...?"

The old monk did not answer, but held the oar in one hand, and put a palm on his chest, and chanted the chant of the Buddha: "Amitabha."

Zhou Fei stayed in place, the whole person stiffened into a stone figure, and then suddenly started shaking violently.

The sky-like starlight suddenly fell into the water, dimmed into iron and stone, and the surrounding mountains and the sound of water were far away from her.

When coming, Zhou Fei was surrounded by Li Sheng, Li Yan, and Yang Jin and Wu Chuchu. She wanted to watch Xie Yun prevent him from slipping away. She had to spare some time to make fun of Yang Jin in her busy schedule. She wanted to protect Wu Chuchu. After arguing with Li Sheng, I still have to watch Li Yan prevent her from going into trouble, and I have been quarreled all the way into one big head and two big heads.

Now, she is standing alone on a flat boat in thousands of mountains and waters, and suddenly feels that the world is infinite, and the two sides are so quiet that there is no sound of ape.

Zhou Fei has a knife in her hand, and she has a kung fu in her heart. She is very busy even sitting in the carriage with her eyes closed and refreshing. She will never do nothing. She sometimes feels that the whole world is noisy and very troublesome. Suddenly, the busy pavilion in her heart collapsed halfway and smashed into a ruin like a wilderness. She looked around blankly and tasted the feeling of loneliness for the first time in her life.

The old monk didn’t look at her, but he still paddled slowly and asked, “Where is the girl going, and Lao Yun will send you a ride.”

Zhou Fei couldn't tell.

When the old monk saw her not answering, she stopped asking. The boat followed the wide and narrow river, and he hummed the fisherman's song in a hoarse voice.

Zhou Fei was a little unstoppable. I wonder if it was the sequelae of condensation or she was born with seasickness. She sat down on the boat board along the awning of the curtain.

She didn't know where she should go or what she was going to do.

In people's life, it seems that there are always times when they feel that they have lived in the dog's stomach in the past few years, and they were beaten back to the prototype in an instant.

Zhou Fei suddenly felt that she had traveled from north to south in the past year, and the countless people and countless things she met were all glimmering dreams. Now, at night, she is awake with great dreams, courage alone and courage of thousands of miles It was all her conjecture, she was muddled, and she was still confined to the little girl in the Forty-eight Village Gate.

Her chest was so sad that she couldn't spit out anything, and she never learned to cry and yell, but at this time she was on this swaying boat, and she couldn't even slash with a knife. When the painful, tyrannical floods hovered in her shallow chest, she couldn't pour it out. Fortunately, she was self-conscious and determined. Even so, she didn't want to jump off the boat and pull it into a floating body.

Zhou Fei suddenly said, "Old man, do you have any wine?"

The old monk replied: "Wine is one of the eight precepts. Lao Qun never prepared it. A kettle was hung on the canopy and some water was boiled in it. If the girl didn't want to give up, she could drink it herself."

Zhou Fei stretched her arms, took off the wine bottle on the awning, sniffed at the tip of her nose, and smelled of a cool herbal scent in the bottle. She was too lazy to think about what was in it and did not care about what the stranger gave. If you couldn't get it in, you filled half a bottle directly. The bitter taste went down her throat and poured into her chest. The medicine smelled Zhou Feizhi frowned, but the symptoms of dizziness seemed to be relieved a lot, and the person was finally sober. A little bit.

The old monk glanced at her, and when she saw her eyes would finally turn, she said to her: "We have left Yongzhou City, and then we will go forward, and we will leave this area completely. Think about where you are going. Yet?"

Zhou Fei confessed that Yang Jin was going to meet outside Yongzhou City, and should have walked back, but when it came to her mouth, she was too lazy to speak.

I met my head, and then? Probably continue to trace Haitian, but Zhou Fei is no longer interested. She stretched one leg lazily, the other leg curled up in front of her, and arbitrarily put her elbow on it. For a time, she felt that she was not interested in anything. , Even the knife was too lazy to think about it, just want to sit aimlessly with the broken ship.

The old monk turned his back to her and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't think of it, you remember why you came here."

Zhou Fei played with the iron kettle and lowered his head, said: "I came for a person."

But that person is gone.

The old monk said: "No."

Zhou Fei gave him an inexplicable glance.

As the old monk propped up the oars, the shoulder blades protruding from the back were like two butterfly wings about to break, moving up and down in a stretch.

Seeing that he seemed to be struggling, Zhou Fei said, "I will help you."

The old monk did not refuse to give it to her. He handed her a long, large paddle to her, took off her hat and set it aside, put on her shoes meticulously, and straightened her robe against the water. It seemed that he was not wearing a patched robe, but a magical robe.

Zhou Fei picked up the oar in her hand and found that this thing was still very heavy, and it pressed her hand more than the knife she used to use. She learned the old monk's movements and inserted the oar diagonally into the water. Paddling.

Unexpectedly, she learned the formula quite similarly, but she didn't know what to do. The boat made seven or eight laps on the spot, and then it had a tail like it did not want to go forward.

Zhou Fei: "Master, how to make this thing go forward?"

The old monk sat cross-legged, without guidance or urging, and asked what he said: "How to go forward? You might as well think about it-why did you come here? With that in mind, you know how to go forward. "

The boat ran counter to her thoughts, and Zhou Fei fidgeted with the big paddle, suspecting that he had run into a crazy monk: "I..."

The old monk sat silently chanting the Buddha's number, pinching the beads one by one, and said with a smile: "The person you mentioned is just a fate of ups and downs along the way. Since it is an encounter, how can it be said for him Come here?"

Zhou Fei carried the oars of the essentials, frowned and stood on the bow for a moment, and said, "Forget it, at first I was on the road for an errand that the elders entrusted."

Li Jinrong asked her to pick up Brother Chenfei and the family members of General Wu. Who knew that Brother Chenfei had died halfway through life, and there was only one orphan girl left in the Wu family of three, who was chased and slaughtered back to the 48th Village along with her.

The old monk listened and still shook his head: "No."

Zhou Fei couldn't help crying: "Master, you don't know me, what do you know?"

The old monk wrapped the bead on four fingers that were close together, and said, "Lao Qian knows nothing else, only knows that running errands is only a way. After running, it is over, not the beginning, nor the end. You must have something else."

Probably because of her empty heart and nothing to do, Zhou Fei found that her temper was actually better. After listening to the old monk's plausible car wheels, she didn't turn her face, but instead followed him with interest. Come on.

She said patiently: "I have no other intentions. It was the first time in my life that I went out. I used to practice exercises in the mountains. What is the beginning and end?"

The old monk asked: "Practice in the mountains, so why do you practice?"

Zhou Fei thought without hesitation: "I like it, otherwise why? I must not be able to read the book."

The old monk said: "Since you have run your legs and you can't find anyone, why don't you take it home and continue practicing? Why didn't you tell me where to go?"

Zhou Fei was suddenly speechless.

"Amitabha," the old monk asked again and again, "Girl, what are you doing for?"

What is the purpose of practicing?

At first, it was just for the children's goodwill, and Boda nodded his head. Later, he fancied that one day he could surpass Li Jinrong... This was not very persistent, because at the time, this goal was too far away, and it was almost a delusion.

Later, Zhou Yitang used the "Strong Way" to give her a great drink, and pushed her into the frightened group of lead planes, and finally was able to get out of the mountain gate, leaving her to leave the Taoyuan-like Forty-eight Village, and was threatened by the rivers and lakes. Her **** wind and rain blew through a circle, seeing the rampage of the wicked, the sound of justice, the clown jumping the beam, the end of the hero...She often couldn't see it, often grieved and angry, but most of them could only be alone and helpless.

Gradually, her desire to grind a real snow-breaker became stronger day by day.

Although Zhou Fei had never seen her legendary grandfather, Li Jinrong and others rarely mentioned it with her, but since rumours imposed her unreputable reputation of “Nan Dao Zhuan Ren” on her, she But for no reason, he felt a connection with him—not from the blood, but from the tip of the knife.

Zhou Fei was stunned for a long time and muttered: "For...for my ancestor's knife."

The old monk narrowed his wrinkled eyes and looked at her kindly.

"The stories of two swords and one sword withered hands are all gone," said Zhou Fei. "We, the descendants of our unscrupulous children, took the swords left by their ancestors, and they were so difficult and too useless. I always felt that this should not be the case. "

The old monk nodded and said: "After the famous gate."

Zhou Fei shook her head-so far others have asked her who she is. She has a very bad attitude. She dare not say that her surname is Zhou Mingfei. She was born in the forty-eight village. She is the descendant of the Li family's snow-breaker. Finding things, on the one hand, vaguely felt that he was not worthy of the pseudonym "Nan Dao Zhuan Ren", and it was too shameful to report it.

Zhou Fei took a long sigh of relief, feeling that the pain in his heart was not less, but the soul was awake.

She rubbed her eyebrows and thought, "Yes, I don't know what is happening at home now. Huo Liantao's troubles do not know what impact it will have on the war situation. What's more, now that Huo Liantao is dead, isn't Ding Kui's future more unscrupulous?"

She had to go back and tell Long Jingmai and Li Jinrong that if necessary, she might have to continue to track down the sea and sky, which had stirred up the Wulin of Central Plains.

The talents in the forty-eight villages are dying. Although there are big masters in town, in case something goes wrong, they must still be stretched. She should take some responsibility anyway.

With such a thought, Fang was still empty, and his heart was suddenly full of things. Zhou Fei sighed and said to the old monk: "Then the troubled master will send me back to the city of Yongzhou, this... this ship is really... "

The old monk smiled at her, took the disobedient oar in her hand, and commanded: "Go and see in the awning."

Zhou Fei thought he was helping him, so he walked carefully on the swaying ship board, opened the thick awning and looked inside...

She was stunned, and there was a person in the canopy that she thought would be hard to see for life, and she lay there quietly.

Zhou Fei's knees softened and she almost knelt down, staggering into her, her hands trembling a few times before she successfully placed Xie Yun's nose.

Although it is still cold, although it is almost invisible, there is still a breath!

Zhou Fei knelt in the little canopy and burst into tears unconsciously.