The old man gave a "hey" and said again: "You have been poisoned by snake venom, don't you know? I have the antidote in my hand, but I don't want to eat it. I want to see how long I can live, right?"

Snake venom?

Zhou Fei was stunned for a moment, and then her mind exploded with a "hum", as if a rusty floodgate had been blasted open. ...Wait, one after another flashed past her eyes, and finally landed on a tall man.

Xie Yun...

That's right, Xie Yun!

Zhou Fei jumped up straight, the boat was just a flat boat, and when she stepped on it heavily, it immediately swayed from side to side.

The old man said "Ouch" and gently swayed the big oar in his hand a few times, but he didn't see much movement, so he steadied the boat: "Slow down, take your time... Amitabha, you guys These flustered little benefactors."

Only then did Zhou Fei see that the person punting the boat was an old monk. He was wearing a ragged robe with patches on his body, and he had a gray mustache. Around his neck was a string of old Buddhist beads that had been gnawed by insects. The white monk's shoes had to be put aside.

Zhou Fei held onto the boat's awning, her knuckles turning white, and asked with difficulty, "Old man, where is the person who is with... me?"

The old monk didn't answer, he just held the oar in one hand, and put the other palm on his chest, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha."

Zhou Fei stood still, her whole body froze into a stone statue, and then suddenly shivered.

The starlight in the sky seemed to fall into the water at once, dimmed into a stone, and the surrounding mountains and water were far away from her.

When she came, Zhou Fei had Li Sheng, Li Yan, Yang Jin, and Wu Chuchu by her side. She wanted to watch Xie Yun prevent him from slipping away, and she wanted to make time to tease Yang Jin among her busy schedules. After quarreling with Li Sheng, and watching Li Yan not let her get into trouble, he was quarreling all day long and turned into two big ones.

Now, in the mountains and rivers, standing alone on a small boat, she suddenly felt that the sky and the earth were infinite, and the two sides of the strait were so silent that there was no sound of apes.

Zhou Fei has a knife in her hand, and she has a lot of kung fu in her heart. She is very busy even sitting on the carriage and closing her eyes for a moment. She never has nothing to do. Sometimes she feels that the whole world is very noisy and troublesome. But all of a sudden, the busy pavilion in her heart collapsed in half, and a wasteland like a wilderness was smashed. She looked around at a loss, and for the first time in her life, she tasted the taste of loneliness.

But the old monk didn't look at her, he still paddled slowly, and asked, "Where is the girl going, the old man will give you a ride."

Zhou Fei couldn't tell.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the old monk stopped asking. The boat moved forward along the river, which was wide and narrow, and he hummed a fisherman's song in a hoarse voice.

Zhou Fei was so dizzy that she couldn't stand. don't know if it was the after-effects of condensation or her natural seasickness.

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

There seems to be a time in a person's life when he feels that he has lived in a dog's belly for the past few years, and is beaten back to his original shape in an instant.

Zhou Fei suddenly felt that in the past year or so, the countless people and events she met from north to south were just a dream. It's all her imagination, she's in a daze, and she's still a little girl locked in the forty-eight village gate.

Her chest was so sad that she vomited for a while and couldn't vomit anything, and she had never learned to cry and scream, and at this time on this swaying boat, she couldn't even slash with a knife. By then, the pain was like a flood of bàonüè, hovering in her shallow chest, and there was no way to pour it out, but fortunately, she was determined to be careful, even so, she didn't want to jump off the boat and pull it into a floating corpse.

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

The old monk replied: "Wine is one of the eight precepts, but the old man did not prepare it. There is a kettle hanging on the awning of the boat, and some water is boiled in it. If the girl doesn't dislike it, she can drink it by herself."

Zhou Fei stretched out her arms, took off the wine jug on the boat awning, and sniffed it from the tip of her nose. She smelled a cool and rough medicinal smell in the jug. She didn't bother to think about what was in it, nor did she care about what strangers gave her. She couldn't get it into her mouth, so she directly filled half the bottle. The bitter taste went down her throat and poured into her chest. The smell of the medicine made Zhou Fei frown, but the symptoms of dizziness seemed to be relieved a lot, and she finally woke up. a little.

The old monk glanced at her, and seeing that her eyes were finally turning, he said to her: "We have already left Yongzhou City, and if we go further, we will leave this place completely, you have to think about where you are going. Yet?"

Zhou Fei asked Yang Jin to meet outside Yongzhou City, and she should have gone back, but when the words came to her lips, she was too lazy to say anything.

They bumped their heads, and then what? She was about to continue investigating Haitian Yishi, but Zhou Fei was no longer interested. She stretched one leg lazily, while the other was curled up in front of her, casually resting her elbow on it, and for a while, I feel that I am not interested in anything, I don't even bother to think about the knife, I just want to sit aimlessly with this broken boat.

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

Zhou Fei played with the iron kettle, lowered her 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.

As soon as the old monk punted the boat, his shoulder blades protruding from his back moved up and down like two butterfly wings that were about to be broken.

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 and long oars. He took off his hat and put it aside, put on his shoes meticulously, and adjusted his robe facing the water. It seems that he is not wearing the broken monk's robe of the patch Luo patch, but the holy robe with great powers.

Zhou Fei weighed the oar in her hand, and found that it was strangely heavy. It weighed more than the knife she used to use. She learned the old monk's action, tilted the oar into the water, and went backwards. paddling.

Who would have thought that she had learned the stance quite a bit, but she didn't know where the law was. The boat turned seven or eight circles in place, and then it seemed to have a long tail, and she refused to move forward an inch.

Zhou Fei: "Master, how do you make this thing move forward?"

The old monk sat cross-legged on the side, neither instructing nor urging him, and asked nonchalantly, "How to move forward? You might as well think about it again—why did you come here? Once you figure it out, you will know how to move forward. "

The small boat went against her thoughts again crookedly. Zhou Fei fiddled with the big oar, suspecting that she had run into a crazy monk: "I..."

The old monk sat silently reciting the Buddha's name, pinched the beads one by one, and said with a smile: "The person you mentioned was just a fate that was impermanent during a period of ups and downs, since it was a chance encounter, how can it be said that it was for him come?"

Zhou Fei stood on the bow of the boat with a frown, holding the oar that was pointless, and said, "Forget it, at first I was on the road for an errand entrusted by my elder."

Li Jinrong asked her to pick up Senior Brother Chenfei and General Wu's family. Who knew that Senior Brother Chenfei died halfway through, leaving only an orphan girl in the Wu family, who followed her all the way to Fengdian and was hunted back to Forty-eight Village.

When the old monk heard this, he still shook his head and said, "No."

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

The old monk wrapped the Buddha beads around the four fingers that were close together, and said, "Old Na doesn't know anything else, but only knows that running errands is only a short 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 changed. After listening to the old monk's tricky words, she didn't turn her face, but followed him with great interest. fade away.

She said patiently, "I don't have any other intentions. It's the first time in my life that I go out. I used to practice the exercises in the mountains. What's the beginning and end?"

The old monk asked, "If you practice in the mountains, then why do you practice?"

Zhou Fei said without hesitation: "I like it, otherwise what will I do? I definitely won't be able to read the book."

The old monk said, "Since you've finished your errands and can't find anyone, it's natural to go back and continue practicing. Why did you tell me you didn't know where to go?"

Zhou Fei was at a loss for words.

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

What is the practice for?

In the beginning, it was just for the children's competitive spirit, and the head of Bo Da nodded. Later, he fantasized about being able to surpass Li Jinrong one day... This was not too persistent, because at the time, this goal was too far away, almost just a delusion.

Later, Zhou Yitang used "the way of the qiáng" to give her a head-banging drink, and pushed her to the clump of shocking leads, and finally she was able to get out of the mountain gate and let her leave the Taoyuan-like Forty-eight Villages. After a round of bloodshed, she saw the rampage of wicked people, the disappearance of justice, the jumping of clowns, the end of heroes... She was often not used to it, and she often felt grief and anger, but most of them could only go with the flow and do nothing.

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

Although Zhou Fei had never met her legendary grandfather, and Li Jinrong and others rarely mentioned it to her, but since the rumors gave her the false reputation of "Heirs of the Southern Knife", But she felt a connection with him for no reason - not from blood, but tied to the tip of the knife.

Zhou Fei was stunned for a long time, then murmured, "For...for my ancestor's sword."

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

"The story of two swords and one sword withering hands is over," Zhou Fei said, "We unworthy descendants hold the swords left by our ancestors, and it's too difficult to even manage. "

The old monk nodded and said, "After the famous door."

Zhou Fei shook her head—so far when people ask her who she is, she still has a bad attitude to put it off. She dare not say that her surname is Zhou Mingfei. Looking for trouble, on the one hand, I vaguely feel that I am not worthy of the pseudonym "The Descendant of the Southern Sword", and it would be too shameful to report it.

Zhou Fei let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that the pain in her heart was not lessened, but her soul was awakened.

She rubbed her brows and thought to herself, "Yes, what's going on at home right now, and Huo Liantao's troubles don't know how it will affect the war situation. Besides, now that Huo Lantao is dead, won't Ding Kui and others be more reckless in the future?"

She has to go back and make it clear to Li Jinrong about the future. If necessary, she may have to continue to track down this sea and sky that has turned the Central Plains martial arts upside down.

And the talents in the Forty-Eight Villages are dwindling. Although there is a big boss in charge, if something happens, it will definitely be stretched, and she should take over some responsibilities anyway.

Thinking of this, her empty heart was suddenly filled with so many things, Zhou Fei sighed, and said to the old monk, "Then please ask the master to send me back to the outside of Yongzhou City, I am... this ship is really... "

The old monk looked at her and smiled, took the disobedient oar from her hand, and instructed, "Go and have a look in the awning of the boat."

Zhou Fei thought he was asking herself to help, so she carefully stepped on the swaying board and walked over, lifted the thick canopy and looked inside...

She was stunned for a moment, only to see a person in the canopy of the boat who she thought she would never see again, lying there quietly.

Zhou Fei's knees softened, she almost knelt down, and staggered into it, her hands trembled a few times before she managed to put it under Xie Yun's breath.

Although it is still cold, although it is weak and barely felt, there is still a breath!

Zhou Fei knelt in the small boat awning, tears streaming down her face before she knew it.

☆、Chapter 116 Penglai

When Zhou Fei was crying, the old monk didn't care about her. He stopped oars, but the boat seemed to have two fins, breaking the water and moving forward. A water bird that flew from nowhere landed on the side of the boat, tilted his head and looked at the old monk for a moment, but he was not afraid of him.

I don't know how long it took before Zhou Fei lifted the curtain on the boat's awning and came out. The water bird saw her, but was taken aback.

The old monk sighed without looking back: "The blade is exposed, it is a small success."

Zhou Fei wiped away her tears, but the circles of her eyes were still red. No matter how she looked at it, she was just a little girl who had suffered so much. I wonder how the old monk and the water bird could see her "blade exposed".

Zhou Fei sank her own thoughts, cleared her throat, and said solemnly, "Thank you, Master."

This sounded like he didn't go to the village or the store, which seemed very inexplicable, but the old monk smiled clearly and waved at her.

Humans and animals are the same. Sometimes they can feel invisible murder and death. When a relative is dying, others look into his eyes and often hold their breath subconsciously, struggling to hear what he said.

When the dying person closes their eyes and completely cuts off the world, other people will start to mourn, as if there are thousands of unrealistic fantasies and heart-rending reluctance in their hearts, and they cannot accept it rationally. .

But in fact, the moment they held their breath, they were already ready.

Zhou Fei had long known that she was powerless to return to the sky. Although she asked with trembling in her mouth, she did not feel that she would still see Xie Yun alive. At this time, even though he was in a coma like a bear, there was still a chance. With his breath, he knew what method the old monk had used to save his life.

Although there was only a little breath, it was enough to rekindle Zhou Fei's despairing heart. She felt a little embarrassed, lowered her eyes, and asked very restrained and politely: "Master, he is like this now, is there any other way?"

The old monk replied: "The old man can only hang his life with silver needles and some medicine, how to get rid of the poison of the bone-penetrating blue, we have started to think about it many years ago, and we still have nothing to do with it... ...Sigh, when Lao Na heard that Pushing Cloud Palm reappeared in the middle of Shu, he felt bad, so he came all the way, but he was a step too late."

Zhou Fei heard several meanings from this sentence, and asked in shock: "Master... that... dare to ask the senior's name?"

"Can you think about it and ask?" The old monk smiled, "Why don't you think about it again, what have you forgotten?"

Zhou Fei turned the Miao Dao with the tip poked into the hull in her hand, and was embarrassed to speak up—she had forgotten a lot, such as Chu Tianquan's corpse, the disappearing Shen Duyin, and Xie Yun who almost gave her life to save her.The unlucky child, Zhao Mingchen, who came out—the five insides were burnt, and the black smoke from the fire stunned her.