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Chapter 39

Gu Zhishi actually had a very fragile time.

He is indifferent by nature, but very sensitive. He can be indifferent to his aunt's frequent beatings and scolding, and can bear it indifferently, but he can also be very angry because the only nun who is good to him is kicked out.

He only has violent emotional fluctuations for people he likes.He is also very sensitive to the likes and dislikes of others towards him.

The first time he saw Master, he liked him. The young man was very clean, and he was willing to go with him.But other people who climbed Yunfeng also treated him well, and more people were indifferent to him or even faintly disgusted.

He remembered that when he was ten years old, his master was seriously ill.The illness came on fiercely and crushed the young man in an instant. He was bedridden and had a persistent high fever.

The uncles surrounded the room, and the doctor was calling for the master's pulse, but they didn't let Gu Zhishi in.

Gu Zhishi has not seen Master for several days.Uncle Lin Yang told him that Master just contracted the cold and it will be fine in a few days.

Gu Zhishi sat at the gate of the mountain every day, watching the doctor brought back from the mountain by his uncle, carrying a heavy medicine box, back and forth several times, but the master still didn't recover.

The spring rains are continuous, and the mountains are always foggy, and my face is always soaked when I wake up in the morning and practice.Xiao Zhishi wants to tell Master that he has improved a lot recently, but they don't let him see Master.

There is a crabapple near the door in the yard, which blooms densely and gorgeously in the humid air in early spring. The stamens are stained with water droplets, and countless petals will fall one after another when the wind blows.He squatted under the tree for more than an hour before he saw the long-bearded doctor, shaking his head and leaving with a sigh.

Gu Zhishi felt very annoyed.What is his expression!What happened to my master?Is he cursing him? This smelly old man, how dare he shake his head.

Gu Zhishi gritted his teeth, he picked up a stone from under the tree, and threw it at the old man's feet impartially.

The old man fell on the muddy ground in embarrassment, while he stood up from under the tree in a cold and arrogant manner, looking down at him from a height, showing the resentment of youth and ignorance mercilessly.

He didn't know that the masters and uncles behind him saw everything he did.They watched with their own eyes that the young body in the scene of falling flowers was so despicable and dirty.

Such a sinister heart at such a young age.They knew about the fire that Gu Zhishi put down, and they showed their naked disgust for this cruel and ruthless child.

"The doctor came to treat the junior brother, but he wanted to do this. Could it be that he wanted to hurt the doctor so that the junior brother would have no one to treat him?"

The uncles all shook their heads and sighed: "This son is so kind and repays revenge, the junior brother has formed a bad relationship."

They walked past Gu Zhishi coldly, without hiding their dislike for him, none of them was willing to tell him about Master's situation.

The little Citrus aurantium, whose stature has not yet grown, stands alone under the crabapple tree, his hands are tightly clenched.

He knows no one likes him.He was also afraid that breaking into the master's house rashly would harm him.He couldn't do anything, but he was terrified to see those figures going out of sight.

Gu Zhishi ran over, he was submerged in the foggy mist, and the thick fog that couldn't melt wrapped him tightly.

He ran close to them, raised his head timidly and asked, "Uncle Shi, is my master getting better soon?"

The uncles did not stop.They talked to each other and left again.

Gu Zhishi bit his lower lip firmly, he felt that he was extremely miserable.But Master, he really misses Master.

He lowered his head, tightened his pants again, and asked again in a whisper: "Master, Zhishi wants to know if Master is recovering."

nobody.No one paid him any attention.

The thick mist concealed him, Gu Zhishi stood there alone, they seemed to be unable to see him in the mist.

It was getting darker.All the houses were lit with lights, and everywhere in the deep mountains seemed extremely silent.There is only one small lamp in the master's bedroom, which is desolate, and the cold wind seeps in through the cracks in the window, cooling the candlelight.

Looking through the window paper, one can see the twisted and dim lights shaking in the lampshade, which is extremely ominous.

Uncle Lin Yang came to deliver dinner and medicine to Master.Gu Zhishi sat at the door, leaning against the wall, holding her breath to listen to the movement inside.

Only coughing.His master coughed loudly, and he was almost out of breath, and he was retching again and again.As if he was about to cough up blood, the coughing sound made Gu Zhishi feel cold and trembling all over.

Uncle Lin Yang closed the door, came out and saw him shrunk into a ball, picked him up and put him under his arm, and said as he walked: "My poor little boy, let's go, I'll take you to dinner."

He grabbed Lin Yang's clothes tightly, as if holding a life-saving straw, fearful and anxious, and asked him timidly: "Can I, can I take care of Master?"

Lin Yang didn't know the child's psychology at all.He didn't know how to coax the child, so he thought to himself: Don't ask him to get close to Xiao Yuan's body, seeing that he is recovering soon, Xiao Yuan will be in a hurry after being angry with the child.

So he slapped Zhishi's buttocks with his big hand to scare him: "Your master's illness is very serious, the doctor reminded him to take good care of it, don't run in rashly, it's no fun when the condition gets worse. "

He also instructed: "It's okay to practice by yourself, don't stay in this yard all day, you will be very sick."

Little did they know that Lin Yang's smart words hurt Gu Zhishi.His whole heart was about to die. How could he have thought that Master's illness was really so terrible.

He was terrified, like a desperate little beast, guarding outside the master's door all night.

At night, the yard was pitch-black, only the crabapple flowers blown by the cool wind fell to the ground, and were blown onto his face again, and fell to the palms of his hands with a faint color.

Gu Zhishi was scratching at the door, hearing Master's cough almost felt like a knife stabbing her heart.He held the Begonia flower in his hand, and he thought of the verses Master read for him.

He was so short, but he climbed up the tree and hung the lantern on the branch with difficulty.

The begonias in the courtyard are red, and under the candlelight, they are so sad and soul-stirring.

Gu Zhishi couldn't stop crying.He cried for the first time, for his master.The boy was sobbing on the tree, and he kept wiping away his tears, but the tears came out of his eyes more fiercely.

He vowed fiercely and helplessly: "Master, if you die, I will not be left behind by you."

In the blink of an eye, it was the scene five years ago again.Gu Zhishi was dripping with cold sweat, stretching his arms in vain.But his master could only look at him in panic and powerlessly, and then fell straight down.

A voice sounded next to his ear, saying pitifully: "Gu Zhishi, you have lost your master. Aren't you going to die with him? Why don't you die?"

Gu Zhishi was like that helpless child back then, he huddled into a ball, hugged his limbs tightly, whimpering non-stop.

Wen Shugeng was in pain from being strangled, slowly opened his eyes, he felt his back was wet.

Looking back, I saw Gu Yi hugging him tightly, eyes closed tightly, with a painful expression on his face, Wen Shugeng was startled.

The thin sky poured in from the window, with a layer of blue, dark and cold.

He heard Gu Yi's painful call from his jaw: "Master..."

Wen Shugeng suddenly recalled that when they walked out of the inn one after the other when they were in Changzhou, Gu Yi looked sad and resolute, with fire in his eyes. He looked deeply at Wen Shugeng and said, "I won't mistake that person."

As time passed, Gu Yi's hand gradually loosened, as if struggling out of a dream.Wen Shugeng gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After washing up, Gu Yi still fell asleep.It is estimated that the alcohol has not passed, and he slept for a long time that day.Wen Shugeng kissed him on the brow, opened the door and went out.

Li Hongge's house is quite big, Wen Shugeng wandered around the garden, and walked along the path surrounded by rockery.The climate in Xuyang City is warm. At this time, wild roses are still in full bloom. Next to the grassy pond, pink and white flowers are surrounded by a circle, and the fragrance is scattered.

There is a large open space right there.The surrounding flowers and branches trembled slightly, and the larks flew around.Wherever the sword intent went, the air was stagnant.Li Hongge was dancing with his sword.

Wen Shugeng took a few more glances with interest.Although Li Hongge came from the No. [-] village in the world, his swordsmanship is like this unrefined courtyard, full of wildness, not like a child of a noble family.

And that elegant footwork still carried aloofness, with a sharp edge faintly revealing.

Li Hongge caught a glimpse of him, and smiled loudly: "Brother Wen, don't laugh at me, my swordsmanship is really out of place."

"Excellent." Wen Shugeng also smiled, "What's decent? Only by being unique can you lead the way."

Li Hongge put away the sword, but it was in his hand, looked at Wen Shugeng, and said: "Hongge wants to learn Brother Wen's sword skills."

Wen Shugeng never refuses.After receiving the sword, he just raised his hand, but suddenly stopped, his eyes flickering.

Li Hongge asked doubtfully, "What?"

Wen Shugeng looked at him, and a strange emotion suddenly surged in his heart.

He has a photographic memory, and he has firmly memorized Li Hongge's footwork just now.When holding the hilt of the sword, he wanted to imitate Li Hong's singing and dancing set of the same footwork, but suddenly found:

This footwork is exactly the same as the footwork that crushed the ground of nothingness in his dream.