Legend of Fei Chapter 115: The boat monk

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Zhou Fei heard the sound of water, strong and weak, gurgling past her ears, and an old man's voice was wrapped in it, humming intermittently, and the sound of paddles in the water.

Singing seems to be a fisherman's song. I don't know which side of the local dialect I used, Zhou Fei doesn't understand it well, but feels rather leisurely.

She thought she was still in a dream, but immediately, a few cold water drops splashed on her face, Zhou Fei opened her eyes suddenly, the grand galaxy revolved into her eyes, and followed the mountains and mountains. Usually overturned and fell, covering her head and face.

Zhou Fei struggled to support herself, her hands and feet numb so that she couldn't help her. When she raised her head, she felt an indescribable dizziness and nausea. Her eyes went dark, and she fell back on her back for a while. , I can see the surroundings clearly through Xinghui.

It turned out that she was in a small boat, and the boat slowly moved slowly in the undulating clear water. The surface of the water was clear, and a handful of stars reflected in it, gathering and dispersing with the current. Although it was really beautiful, Zhou Fei Was shaken even more dizzy.

She retched a few times on the side of the boat, but it was a pity that her heart stuck to her back and she vomited nothing.

Zhou Fei hung on the side of the boat for a moment like a dead dog, his ears roared, his head was blank, his memory seemed to be fragmented, and he wondered inexplicably: "What did I do just now? Why am I here?"

At this time, someone said: "Little girl, did you get your life? Why don't you know it at all."

Zhou Fei squinted his eyes in astonishment and saw a tall and thin shadow on the bow of the ship. The man was wearing a hat on his head and bare feet. He was sixty or seventy years old, with a rickety back and a pair of skinny. The hands were holding the boat unhurriedly, and there was a kind of gentleness that is characteristic of old people.

The old man gave a "hey" and then said: "You have a snake venom, don't you know? I hold the antidote in my hand, but I don't want to take it. I want to try how long I can live, right? "

Snake venom?

Zhou Fei was stunned for a moment, and then, she buzzed in her mind, as if a rusty gate had been blasted open. The farce of the North Heroes’ Association, the Mountain of the Dead, Chu Tianquan, What to do... Wait, a rush of flashes flashed past her eyes, and finally landed on a long jade man.

Xie Yun...

By the way, what about Xie Yun!

Zhou Fei jumped up straight, the boat was nothing but a flat-leaf boat. When she stepped heavily on it, she immediately swayed to the left and right.

The old man said "Ouch," and swayed the big oar in his hand a few times. Without seeing how much he moved, he stabilized the boat: "Slow down, take your time... Amitabha, you little benefactors who panic."

Zhou Fei saw that the boatman was an old monk, wearing a patched robe, a gray moustache, and a string of old Buddhist beads pitted by insects on his neck. , A pair of whitewashed monk shoes were put aside.

Zhou Fei held on to the boat canopy, his knuckles turned white, and asked with difficulty: "Old man, where is the person with... me?"

The old monk did not answer, but with the oar in one hand and the palm up to his chest, he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha."

Zhou Fei stood there in a daze, his whole body stiffened into a stone statue, and then suddenly shuddered.

The starlight in the sky seemed to fall into the water all at once, dimmed into iron stone, and the sound of mountains and water all around was far away from her.

When Zhou Fei came, there was Li Sheng, Li Yan, Yang Jin and Wu Chuchu beside Zhou Fei. She wanted to watch Xie Yun prevent him from slipping away, and she wanted to make time out of her busy schedule to tease Yang Jin and protect Wu. Chu Chu, if you want to fight with Li Sheng, you have to watch Li Yan not let her get into trouble.

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

Zhou Fei has a knife in her hand, and she pretends to have endless kung fu in her heart. She is very busy even sitting in a carriage with her eyes closed for a moment. She never has nothing to do. Sometimes she feels that the whole world is very noisy, It was very troublesome, but suddenly, the busy pavilion in her heart collapsed in half, smashing out a desert-like ruins, she looked around blankly, and tasted loneliness for the first time in her life.

The old monk didn't look at her, he still paddled the water unhurriedly, and asked: "Where is the girl going, Lao Na will give you a ride."

Zhou Fei couldn't tell.

When the old monk saw that she didn't answer, he stopped asking questions. The boat moved forward along the river that was wide and narrow, and he hummed a fisherman's song leisurely with his hoarse voice.

Zhou Fei was so dizzy that she couldn't stand up. I don't know if it was the sequelae of condensation or she was born with seasickness. She sat down on the board of the boat along the curtain of the boat.

She doesn't know where she should go or what she is going to do.

In a person’s life, there seems to be a time when I feel that I have lived in the belly of a dog for the past few years, and I was beaten back to the original in an instant.

Zhou Fei suddenly felt that in the past year or so, the countless people and countless things she met from north to south were a dream of glimpsing shadows. Now under the curtain of night, she wakes up from dreams, with the courage and courage to be alone. The courage of the vertical and horizontal is all her imagination, she is confused and vaguely still a little girl locked in the gate of the forty-eight village.

She was so sad that she vomited and couldn't spit out anything. She never learned how to cry and scream. At this moment, she was on this swaying boat and even slashed with a knife. I couldn’t do it. Those painful floods hovered in her shallow chest, and they were unable to pour out. Fortunately, she was cautious and determined. Even so, she didn’t want to jump off the boat and soak into a floating corpse. .

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

The old monk replied: "Wine is one of the eight precepts. Lao Na never prepared it. There is a kettle on the canopy with some water boiled in it. If the girl doesn't dislike it, she can drink it herself."

Zhou Fei stretched out her arms, took off the wine bottle on the canopy, and sniffed it on the tip of her nose. She smelled a cool herbal smell in the bottle. She didn't bother to think about what was in it, and didn't care about strangers. The given thing couldn’t fit in the mouth, so she poured half a bottle directly, and the bitter taste went down her throat and continued to pour into her chest. The smell of the medicine made Zhou Fei frown, but the dizziness seemed to be relieved a lot. I finally became a little more sober.

The old monk glanced at her, and saw that her eyes would finally turn, he said to her: "We have already left Yongzhou City. If we go further, we will leave this realm completely. Where did you go?"

Zhou Fei confessed that Yang Jin was going to meet outside the city of Yongzhou and should have gone back, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't bother to say it again.

We met, then? About to continue to investigate the sea and the sky, but Zhou Fei is no longer interested. She stretched out one leg lazily, curled the other leg in front of her, and put her elbow on it casually. For a while, she felt that she was not interested in anything. , I don't even bother to think about it, I just want to sit aimlessly with this broken ship.

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

Zhou Fei played with the iron kettle, lowered his head and said, "I'm here for one person."

But that person is gone.

The old monk said: "No."

Zhou Fei glanced at him inexplicably.

When the old monk used the oars, the shoulder blades protruding from his back looked like two butterfly wings about to be broken, moving up and down in a stretch.

Seeing that he seemed to be struggling, Zhou Fei said: "Let me help you."

The old monk did not refuse, and handed her a tall, tall oar. He took off his hat and put it aside, meticulously put on the shoes, and straightened his robe against the water, calmly. Very particular, as if he was not wearing a patched robe, but rather a sacred robe with magical powers.

Zhou Fei squeezed the oar in her hand, and found that this thing was weird and heavy, pressing her hand more than her usual knife. She learned the old monk's movements and thrust the oar into the water obliquely. , Paddling back.

Who knows that she learned the style quite similarly, but she didn't know where she couldn't do it. The boat turned seven or eight times in place, and then it had a long tail, and refused to move forward even an inch.

Zhou Fei: "Master, how do you let this thing go forward?"

The old monk sat cross-legged, without guidance or urging, and answered the question: "How do you move forward? Why don't you think about it-why did you come here? Once you figure it out, you will know how to move forward. Gone."

The boat turned crookedly against her idea, Zhou Fei hurriedly fiddled with the big oar, suspecting that he had run into a crazy monk: "I..."

The old monk sat silently reciting the Buddha's name, pinching the Buddha beads one by one, and said with a smile: "The person you mentioned is just a fate of impermanence for the ups and downs on the way. Since it is a chance encounter, how can you say Are you here for him?"

Zhou Fei, holding the oars that he didn't know, stood on the bow for a moment, frowning, and said: "Forget it, I started on the road for a run of errands entrusted by my elders."

Li Jinrong asked her to pick up Brother Chenfei and the family of General Wu. Unexpectedly, Brother Chenfei died halfway, and there was only one orphan of Wu's three people. She followed her all the way and was chased back to the Forty Eight Village.

The old monk still shook his head after listening, "No."

Zhou Fei couldn't laugh or cry: "Master, you don't know me, what do you know?"

The old monk wrapped the buddha beads on the four fingers close together and said, "Lao Na doesn’t know anything else. He only knows that running an errand is only a certain distance, and it’s over after running. It’s not the beginning or the end. You must have other intentions. ."

Probably because her heart was empty and she had nothing to do, Zhou Fei found that her temper had actually improved. After listening to the old monk’s ridiculous chariot, she did not turn her face, but followed with interest. He chuckled.

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

The old monk asked: "Practicing in the mountains, then what are you practicing for?"

Zhou Fei said without hesitation: "I like it, or what else? I definitely can't read the book."

The old monk said: "Since you have finished running your legs and can't find anyone, why don't you take it for granted that you go back and continue practicing? Why tell me that I don't know where to go?"

Zhou Fei was speechless for a while.

"Amitabha Buddha," the old monk reluctantly asked again, "girl, what are you practicing for?"

What is the purpose of practicing?

In the beginning, it was just for the child’s ambition to win. The boss of Broad nodded his head. Later, I imagined that one day I could surpass Li Jinrong... This was not too persistent, because at the time, it seemed that this goal was too far away, almost just A delusion.

Later, Zhou Yitang used "The Way of the Strong" to give her a head and drink, and pushed her up to the startling clusters, and finally was able to walk out of the mountain gate and let her leave the forty-eight villages like Taoyuan. The treacherous storm in the rivers and lakes blew around and saw the rampage of the wicked, the sound of justice, the clown jumping off the beam, the end of the hero... She often couldn't get used to it, often grief and indignation, but most of them can only go with the flow and do nothing.

Gradually, her willingness to sharpen a real snowbreaker became stronger day by day.

Although Zhou Fei has never met her grandfather who lives in the legend, and Li Jinrong and others rarely mention it to her, but since rumors and rumors have imposed the untrue reputation of "Nandao Descendant" on her At that time, she felt a kind of connection with him for no apparent reason-not from blood, but tied to the tip of the knife.

Zhou Fei was taken aback 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 story of two swords and one sword withered hands is gone," Zhou Fei said. "We, unscrupulous children and grandchildren holding the swords left by our ancestors, are even tough and useless. I always feel that it shouldn't be the case. Like this."

The old monk nodded and said: "Behind the famous door."

Zhou Fei shook her head-until now when people ask her who she is, she has been prevarication in a bad manner. She is afraid to say that her surname is Zhou Mingfei, who is from the 48th village, and is the descendant of the Snowbreaker of the Li family. On the one hand, she is cautious. I don't want to find anything for my family. On the one hand, I vaguely feel that I am not worthy of the pseudonym of "Nan Dao Chuan Ren". It would be too shameful to report it.

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

She rubbed her eyebrows, and thought: "Yes, I don’t know what’s going on right now at home. Huo Liantao’s troubles will have no effect on the battle. Besides, now that Huo Liantao is dead, Ding Kui and his like will not be more affected. Unscrupulous?"

She has to go back and let Long Qumai and Li Jinrong make it clear that if necessary, she might have to continue to track down the sea and sky that has upset the Central Plains martial arts.

And the talents in the Forty-Eight Village are dying. Although there are big bosses in charge, if something happens, she will inevitably be stretched. She should take over some responsibilities anyway.

Thinking about it this way, my heart was filled with dignity, and Zhou Fei sighed and said to the old monk: "Then I will send me back to the outside of Yongzhou city, my... this ship. Really..."

The old monk looked at her with a smile, took the disobedient oar in her hand, and ordered: "Go and have a look in the canopy."

Thinking that Zhou Fei could do anything to help, he cautiously stepped on the swaying boat board and opened the thick boat canopy to look inside...

She was stunned, and saw a person in the boat's canopy who she thought would be hard to see again, lying there quietly.

Zhou Fei's knees softened, she almost knelt directly, and staggered into it. Her hands trembled several times before she managed to put her under Xie Yun's nose.

Although it is still cold, and although it is faint, it can hardly be felt, but there is still a breath!

Zhou Fei knelt in the small boat canopy, tears bursting into her face unknowingly.