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I heard this story from a hairy crab vendor.
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When the Vice Master was not yet the Vice Master, he was only an outer disciple on Mount Qingcheng.
He was born in the countryside. When he was eight years old, his hometown was flooded and his family was displaced, and he became an orphan after his parents died in the stinking alleys of the capital. From then on, he wandered the streets and alleys and learned to cheat.
The year he was eleven, because he touched a bag of money in a good mood, casually saved a seriously injured person, and hid him in the alley where he lived. The man was alive for a few days, and when he left, he said weakly that he wanted to come back to get him.
He wasn't looking forward to it.
The result was that the man really came back.
On that day, he was being surrounded and beaten up because he scared the official's horse by picking up the sugarcane peels on the ground. The man suddenly descended from the sky and shielded him. This time, the man was freshly dressed, leaning on the sky and fighting with his sword, standing in front of him and looking down on all the people, not afraid of the sky and the earth.
Originally, he was a famous warrior.
He was brought back to Mount Qingcheng by the warrior, washed down his head and face full of dirt, and put on the costume of the disciples of the Qingcheng School, the fabric was so soft that he didn't dare to touch himself. He looked in the mirror and smiled at the pretty little duchess, and the pretty little duchess in the mirror smiled back at him.
His life seemed to change for the better all of a sudden.
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He practiced his sword very hard on Mount Qingcheng.
He was just starting out with a small wooden sword, and every night before he went to bed he wiped it delicately with the lapel of his coat as if he were wiping the blade of a Jedi.
The warrior became his uncle.
He learned from others how great his uncle's swordsmanship was, how prestigious he was in the jianghu, how treacherous his enemies were, and how every time he returned victorious.
He had no idea how much he admired him.
He wanted to be a warrior too. Whoever picks up sugarcane skins and gets roughed up, he steps up to the plate, leaning on the sky and fighting with his sword, looking out of the corner of his eye, unafraid of the sky and the earth.
The day his uncle came back, he ran to see him with his small wooden sword in his arms, wanting to show him his newly learned sword moves.
In the courtyard, Shifu Uncle was talking to Master.
Shifu said, "That boy Siqi, how is he learning?"
The master sighed, "He is too old, and his left leg was broken, so practicing martial arts to strengthen his body is fine, but it is a fool's errand to make any attainment in martial arts. What's more, his bones are very poor, you and I both know it in our hearts."
Shifu didn't say anything.
Shifu said, "I know he saved your life, and in your heart you are grateful to him, compassionate to him, and want to repay him. But a child's wish is after all a child's wish. He wants to be a great warrior today, but he may not want to be one tomorrow. He is well fed and warmly clothed on Mount Qingcheng, so you need not blame yourself anymore."
Shifu sighed, "It can only be that way."
Seeing his uncle's frustration, the master praised him a few more times, saying that he learned arithmetic and essays quickly and well, and never made trouble. He was sweet-talking and made good friends with his peers, and his brothers and sisters liked him.
Speaking, remembered a thing: "The day before yesterday, I celebrated his birthday, he went to the back of the mountain to find a mosquito repellent camphor, hands polished a pair of chess filial piety to me, only because I said that when playing chess by mosquitoes bitten by a number of bags." Master smiled and shook his head, more than a little helpless, "So children from poor families have a lot of heart. If you have a lot of heart, how can you concentrate on martial arts and inherit the mantle of you and me? But as long as you don't go astray, you won't have a bad life, so don't worry anymore."
Shifu uncle answered yes in a low voice.
Shifu said, "Ziqi has recently practiced the Jade Lan Sword Technique to the sixth layer."
Shifu Uncle smiled joyfully, "Really?"
Shifu stroked his beard and laughed.
He didn't listen to the words that followed as he slipped away quietly, clutching his wooden sword. He had heard a hundred times what his master and uncle had to say to praise him.
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The first time he had seen Luo Ziqi was when he was playing cuju with his senior disciples and accidentally kicked the cuju into his master's yard, hanging from a tree branch.
Though he was the senior brother, he was the latest to join the school and the worst off, so he was always the one who got the worst of it, so he limped over the wall to pick it up.
In the wall there was a young warrior dressed in white like snow practicing his sword.
He took one look at it and was mesmerized. When he woke up he realized he was crying.
He could already tell by that time how good or bad the swordsmanship was. He knew vaguely that he couldn't possibly have practiced like this, not in his lifetime, and was struck with a feeling of boundless sadness.
But aside from jealousy, he harbored a deeper sense of celebration, "Even though I can't practice, there are people in this world who have. I have seen it with my own eyes."
The young warrior at the bottom put away his sword and stared up at him. He had very quiet and clear eyes, reflecting the peach blossoms and the clear sky.
He was seen by the Young Warrior, and he rode the wall to applaud him with such haste that the cuju fell between his two hands.
The young warrior picked up the cuju, dusted it off, and handed it over.
He reached for it while saying, "Hello, my name is ......"
"Ziqi." A group of young boys and girls with flowing clothes came from the promenade not far away, their white coats trimmed with delicate blue, and holding sharp swords in their hands in the same style as the young warrior.
"Let's go!" They greeted him loudly.
"Coming." The Young Warrior handed him the cuju and turned to leave.
He didn't have time to introduce himself.
Climbing down the wall, the senior brothers put their hands on their frowns and asked him repeatedly if he had been bumped into, "If the Sect Leader found out, he'd scold us to death!"
"The master didn't, just someone practicing sword."
He told his senior brothers about what was going on in the wall, and they gave each other a wink, a look of understanding, "Oh, Luo Ziqi."
He asked who Luo Ziqi was, and the senior brothers bristled, envy and jealousy plastered on their faces.
"These master disciples are different from us." The senior disciples finally said succinctly, "We call the palm masters masters, it's just a titular name. They really have inherited every move and style from everyone. Unlike us, who use broken wooden swords."
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Next he inquired about many things about Luo Ziqi, intentionally or not.
Born in a famous family, with excellent bones, at the age of thirteen, he was already one of the best in his family, and even among the older generation, only his master and uncle were able to fight with him over the sword. In addition to the character of the square, has been pointed out that the next Qingcheng Mountain master, see to grow into another legend in the jianghu.
No one dares to say it, but everyone is waiting, waiting for Luo Ziqi to grow up and become the best in the world.
When he heard about it, he couldn't even be jealous, he just sat there and thought, "This is what life is all about".
The life he wanted.
He took a strange kind of care of Luo Ziqi: he felt that Luo Ziqi was another him in the world, one who had not suffered any misfortune. He had been born in a good birth, with outstanding talent and a good family, he had not had his legs broken, he had not been starved, he had good teachers and friends, he had a noble man, it was as if everything in heaven and earth was helping him, and there was nothing stopping him from standing on the top of the martial arts world.
He suddenly had an epiphany about why he had to suffer so much. He warily felt that this world was fair, Luo Ziqi's life was too good, so the other one in this world he was unlucky, like the two sides of a mirror.
He felt that this is quite good.
"If you're going to be unlucky, just unlucky me." He knelt down and secretly made a wish when he added incense and oil to the Ancestor, "Luo Ziqi shall be safe and sound and smooth and become the number one in the world."
What he could not do, he prayed that Luo Ziqi could do.
Luo Ziqi had everything he wanted in him.
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After watching Shifu and Luo Ziqi argue over swords from afar one more time, he told his master that he would not practice martial arts.
Although he was a titular disciple, he was still able to speak to his master because of his senior uncle.
Sifu asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
He said, "I don't have any big ambitions, I just want to take care of my master's food and living, and do my filial piety to him."
The Master sighed and complied with his wishes.
In the beginning, he did take care of the food and living, he washed his hands and made soup, and ran errands and delivered letters for the Sect Master. Every person in the large sect knew him, but he knew every one of them well.
Then gradually began to go in and out of the treasury. How much money was used in cast iron today, and how much rent was collected in the fields tomorrow. The master said, "You are good at accounting, and your eyes are also good." He allowed him to go in and out of the secret courtyard, organizing and transcribing the secret books of martial arts.
Then, he accompanied the master out to meet guests.
All of them were seniors with dignities in the Jianghu, smilingly praising Luo Ziqi in front of his master.
In the past few years, Luo Ziqi had gone out and followed his master's uncle on his travels in the rivers and lakes, and his reputation had risen.
Scented from the walls to the outside.
There was a hidden delight in his heart.
My family has a son who is growing up, Luo Ziqi on Mount Qingcheng.
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Luo Ziqi finally returned to Mount Qingcheng when he was eighteen.
He was so excited that he secretly cut a new set of clothes for him from the newly received cloud brocade in the storehouse. There was also some trimmings to make a belt for himself. He couldn't wear the robes of a Sect Master's disciple, so he dabbled in a bit of Luo Ziqi's joy.
He also prepared a pot of wine, wanting to take advantage of the crowd and the bustle to toast him.
This time he mustn't be as ridiculous as when he was thirteen, he would solemnly tell him his name and say I've heard a lot about you.
However there was a sudden pile-up in the sect.
Luo Ziqi had asked for the Inner Heart Technique by name, but a few pages were made up. Luckily, when he was leaving the secret courtyard, he took a look at it, and he had transcribed it before, so he could not forget it.
There were no other copies in the secret courtyard, so he immediately made a copy of it overnight and sent someone to send it out early the next morning, and then secretly checked those who had touched it and caught the traitor.
When Luo Ziqi came to thank him in the secret courtyard, he was holding a long whip and torturing him.
Luo Ziqi said through the door of the room, "Thank you, Master Yuan."
This was the first time Luo Ziqi had spoken to him, but he didn't make a sound.
Luo Ziqi quickly left. Not far away there was a song and dance, a reception for him.
That night, he drank a jar of wine alone, looking at the blood stained on the white belt, regretting.
After the regret, he realized: Luo Ziqi is light, he is shadow, since the paths are different, it is better not to know each other.
He just watched him shine brightly from underneath.
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He secretly got rid of a few traitors, the master did not deny it. Master was old and was preparing to pass on his position to Luo Ziqi, and didn't have the heart to deal with such trivial matters.
Only one day a few months later, Master suddenly called him in.
When he arrived, he found two other peers waiting in the courtyard.
One was a member of a famous family who often followed his master on his travels; the other was the descendant of a huge merchant who had a fortune and was well versed in financial management.
The three often work together, at this time face to face, do not know what the master's intention.
Not long after, he heard the sound of two people's footsteps coming from the front of the hall.
Once he raised his head, Luo Ziqi was dressed in white and wearing a sword, standing in the hall like a long sword in its sheath, unable to hide the solemn killing intent.
He has grown taller, his face has also grown, but the eyes are just like five years ago, quiet and clear.
He met his eyes and hurriedly lowered his head.
Afterward, he didn't bother to listen to what Master said, but fortunately, Master sent them away soon after.
Master turned back to Luo Ziqi and said, "These three, one is a long-sleeved dancer and the other is good at managing money."
"And the other one?"
Master said meaningfully, "He's willing to do anything."
Master told him to choose.
Luo Ziqi picked up a green bamboo stick, glanced out the window and wrote three words.
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The day Luo Ziqi became the master, he became the vice master.
Luo Ziqi nodded slightly, "Vice Sect Leader."
He was terrified and flattered, and bowed to the end, "Sect Leader."
The outer room disciple was indignant: "Who does Luo Ziqi think he is? Good martial arts is not a big deal?!"
So he maliciously stirred up trouble: "Senior brother, you are in charge of the affairs of the door, but the head of the door but he did it, this world can not be such a good thing!"
And he stood beside Luo Ziqi, looking at both of their robes a water of white, except Luo Ziqi's cuffs and lapels rolled blue edges, he did not, and in his heart he also said: this world is surprisingly there is such a good thing?
Doing mundane tasks more and more vigorously.
As time went by, the people gradually forgot his name.
He was known only as the "Deputy Master".
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The master is not at Mount Qingcheng, nine times out of ten.
Every time he went out on a long trip, the Vice Sect Leader would be busy for half a month.
Vice Sect Master: "It will be winter soon, that sable fur cloak for him to bring."
Vice Sect Master: "Tents should be brought as well, what if you can't find a place to stay when you're out and about?"
Vice Master: "Gold sores bring a little gold sores medicine, and tranquillizing incense, light a not afraid of curfew blowing fan smoke."
Vice Master: "Mazar tethered horse did not? Can not tell him to sit anywhere, to enter the cold."
Vice Master: "Oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar for him to prepare, just prepare a little bit, do not need more, in the wilderness when they bake things to eat can be into the flavor."
Vice Master: "And prepare some wine to drive away the cold?"
The gatekeeper finally couldn't take it anymore, "The master is going to walk the rivers and lakes, not to go camping."
Vice Sect Master: "How can you walk the rivers and lakes if you can't eat and drink well?!"
Turning to think again, opened up a new idea: "Things can not bring all, but can be outside to buy, so the money should be ready."
Then pinched the ledger, to see where it can be thrifty, all for him to hit the money bank, for him to take.
When the vice-patron was all set, he called for the things to be sent to the Patron, but no gatekeeper dared to go.
The doorkeeper looked at the small mountain of baggage: "I think the palm master is going to curse. Vice Sect Master, go yourself."
Vice Sect Master then turned his face red with his hands behind his back and his neck: "I'm not going! I'll give him a ride? I'm not going to deliver it to him! I won't go!"
Later on, there was a small disciple with the least seniority to send.
The youngest disciple went with fear and trembling, and came bouncing.
Vice Master: "What did the Master say about the Master?"
The little disciple said, "The master said nothing, but it seems to be quite happy, but also divided the wine to his friends, and went down the mountain together."
The deputy master breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was worried, "It is also really inconvenient for the great master to bring so many things, and traveling with his friends, and to be made fun of."
So the deputy master went on a buying spree of real estate around the world and opened branch altars.
At one time, the Qingcheng sect spread everywhere.
The other sects privately remarked, "The Qingcheng Sect is very ambitious."
Vice Sect Master privately said, "How unclean it is to live in an inn, let the Sect Master better live in a branch altar, the towels in their own place are ironed."
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The palmist occasionally sends some letters back, it is peach blossom paper in Jiangnan good.
The vice-palmist returned letters with trepidation, all of which were firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy, vinegar, and tea.
The master then changed to send souvenirs.
The vice-president's favorite is the Dongting Autumn Crab.
The Qingcheng Mountain has Dongting Autumn Crab every year.
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The Sect Leader was so young, and his Jade Lan Sword Technique was so brilliant, that there were many people in the Jianghu Lake who sought to challenge him.
The Vice Sect Master had a way of dealing with such duels.
He would invite people to watch their sword fight, raise a sign for the Sect Leader, cheer for the Sect Leader, and no matter what the outcome was, create momentum first.
And the master of the house usually doesn't lose.
The vice-palm master has long asked the talented person to recite a good poem, made a good fugue, and then asked the musician to lay a ditty, sung in the countryside, sung in the marketplace, and for a time, no one knows that no one knows that Luo Ziqi on the Qingcheng Mountain has beaten which unselfconscious unlucky person again. Chivalrous novels with the palmist as the protagonist could spread dozens of books on a ground stall.
The master's reputation grew, and fewer and fewer masters sought to challenge him.
Finally, on the night of the full moon, at the top of the Forbidden City, the Sect Master challenged the world's number one.
He fought for three days and three nights, and the vice-palmist knelt for three days and three nights on the distant Mount Qingcheng, on his ancestor's knees.
Won.
The Sect Master was highly voted in as the Martial Arts Champion at the next Martial Arts Congress.
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Qingcheng Mountain held a Hundred Flowers Meeting in Luoyang and hosted a banquet for fellow martial artists.
The headmaster stood in front of the door to welcome the guests, and the deputy headmaster was so busy that he could not touch the ground.
Please what people, on what dishes, where to rent a house, how many feet of red cloth hanging on the beams of the room, come to people to send what gift, how to rank, this minnow fish in the east market to buy and the west market to buy how much money difference, Shaolin and Wudang disciples are too close to fight ...... all these things have to be his pipe. He newly made a white coat, did not wait for an hour to be splashed with wine, Shaolin monks dry.
It was not easy to calm the anger of the two families, the people have been seated, the headmaster has been on the stage. The Vice Sect Leader was listening with his ears open to his first speech as the Martial Arts Alliance Leader when a fire suddenly started in his backyard. His entire being exploded and he ran to the backyard to roll up his sleeves and join his disciples in fighting the fire.
He was grimly carrying a bucket of water when he heard in the front yard, the Sect Leader say aloud, "First, I would like to thank the Vice Sect Leader."
He froze.
"Again, I would like to thank the Vice Sect Master."
He froze even longer.
"Finally, I would like to thank the Vice Master."
The Vice-Palmist was bumped from behind and his new clothes all but fizzled out.
The Sect Leader's first speech as the Martial Arts Alliance was still so messed up and twisted.
But he was happy in his heart.
He scooped up a cup of water in a large bowl in the backyard, out of sight of the Sect Leader, and drank it down as if it were wine.
To his martial arts alliance and the world's number one.
The glory of this moment was both of theirs, and even though he didn't get to stand on the stage, and he didn't have a name, and even though there was no one under the heavens but him, the glory of this moment was truly both of theirs.
He had been waiting for this day since he was thirteen when he saw him.
He had not seen this jianghu with his own eyes, but behind the palm's jianghu there was he did his best.
When he changed his clothes, he entered the front hall and had to deal with a group of people who toasted: "You're really lucky to be the vice-palm! The master's reputation is so great that he has taken a cool ride under the big tree, and he even gave you enough face!"
"That's right, that's right!" He laughed.
He was a great drinker. He was the one who coped with all the dealings in the sect, and when the people in the jianghu drank on bowls, he went from vomiting after one sip, to a dozen or so altars in one breath without stopping.
The later things he remembered not very clearly. He only remembered that the master seemed to come over and helped him to block the wine.
The next day when he got up, the master had already led the martial arts people to crusade against the devil.
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This time the Sect Leader went for a long time.
The Vice Sect Master was sitting on pins and needles on Mount Qingcheng.
But he couldn't go along, he was the centerpiece of the Qingcheng Sect in the absence of the Sect Master. No matter how anxious he was, he had to comfort a group of disciples, it's fine, our Sect Leader is sure to win!
Winning, indeed, but everyone else came back, the Sect Leader did not.
They said that the alliance master and the sect master fought for three days and three nights, and then fell down the cliff together, and never came up again.
At one time, Qingcheng Mountain was filled with sadness.
Only the Vice Sect Master smiled and said, "Then he must have met a supreme master at the bottom of the cliff and passed on his lifelong martial arts skills."
Saying this, he went in and packed his bags, tears crackling down his face.
Out of the door, the door in the affairs of the arrangement, invited the god doctor, with people for days and nights to catch up to the western region. Climbed the snowy mountains, braided the rattan rope, and descended the thousand-foot cliff.
Nobody knows how he carried the palm on his back.
Descending the mountain, he borrowed a room at the villagers' place and kept it for half a month without clothes.
The master's fever finally broke.
Then the news came that the outdoor disciples in the gate had rebelled, and the vice-palm master had to leave again without stopping.
The doorkeeper said, "The Sect Master will wake up in a few days, after he recovers from the fever, wouldn't it be better to go back together?"
The Vice Sect Master sank his face, "Don't let him know about this. If he asks why I suddenly went back ...... forget it you guys don't tell him I came."
While the Vice Sect Leader was eight-faced and long-sleeved, and could say that not a word of truth came out of his mouth all night, he never lied in front of the Sect Leader.
Then it was simply not true.
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The Vice Sect Master did a big purge on Mount Qingcheng and killed a number of people. They pointed their noses at him and scolded him for being cold and ruthless, and the Vice Master said to himself why are you not cold and ruthless.
All are the same door teacher and brother, together peaceful days but, to hand and foot each other.
The deputy head of the mouth does not say, the heart is very difficult. He also misses the days when they played cuju together, but those childhood friends, all killed by his hands.
So much so that when the headmaster returned, he didn't even go forward to greet him.
Like that night in the secret courtyard many years ago, his hands were stained with blood, then some inferiority complex and shame.
This time things got so big, the Sect Leader must have known about his wrist as well.
He was jittery here, but the Sect Master was in a good mood. He had heard that the Sect Master had brought back a confidant from the Western Region. That young swordsman saved his life, and the two of them sympathized with each other and talked about the Way of the Sword. Against the feet of the night talk, seven days did not go out.
The Vice Sect Master was relieved. Luckily, the headmaster did not care about anything, and thought that he did not care much about what he did.
But then came a faint sense of loss.
He didn't really want to talk to the Sect Leader at night or anything. He had no study of martial arts, and things like sitting and talking were not for him. He is sitting in the room every night is to play the plan, see how much money spent this month, next month where can still be frugal frugal, more for him to add a few new clothes. Called the palm door to see, but also to see laugh.
The master of the palm is unattainable, he has no intention of getting close.
Just suddenly thought of more than ten years ago, when he first met the palm master, did not finish that half sentence.
"Hello, I'm Zhao Siqi."
He sat alone on the porch, looking at the peach blossom plant, and wondering in his heart: does the Sect Master ...... know what my name is?
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The swordsman and the palmist argued about swords day after day, and the dust and clamor rose on Mount Qingcheng.
Saying that the swordsman is a descendant of a famous family, the sword is excellent, coupled with handsome and dashing, is really a man of the dragon and phoenix. The master of the clan is interested in him to join hands in the jianghu, and wants to keep him in the position of vice master.
The vice master of these years to deal with the huge sect, offended a lot of people, coupled with the previous disposal of the door in the rebellion, the reputation is even worse. Once this wind came out, the stupidity underneath was so great that he could not do things as smoothly as usual.
The Vice Sect Leader was a bit distracted.
He actually understood the Sect Leader very well. What the Sect Leader appreciated and befriended was never the great warriors. The swordsman and him were more like a pair of twins, and it was only natural that the Sect Leader would want to keep him by his side.
So he slowly sorted through his personal things, realizing how little he had added to himself over the years.
Only the bottom of the box, rummaging through the cuju.
Suddenly it was sad.
Originally, after so many years of going around in circles, he was no different from the boy who rode on the wall and peeked over his shoulder.
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The next day he went to the storehouse to take inventory of the charcoal, and was met by the swordsman walking idly.
The two men brushed shoulders , and the swordsman laughed, "Nothing more than that."
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The Vice Master got up on the third day and found the sect much cleaner. The people at the bottom were respectful, and no one gave him any more constraints on what he commanded.
He called the people to ask, it turned out that yesterday in the middle of the night, the head of the door do not know where to hear the sentence "but only", on the spot the swordsman invited down the mountain.
The master said, "Your Excellency is a guest at Mount Qingcheng, I don't know where the vice master has offended, I apologize for him."
The Sect Master added: "Jianghu sects are not formal and take care of small things, Your Excellency should look for another place. Men, see off the guests."
After hearing this, the Vice Sect Master sat sullenly for a long time and scratched his face, "How can this be good!"
Standing up, he went around the room.
After the spinning, his eyes brightly asked, "Has the Sect Master eaten yet?"
The doorkeeper said, "The Sect Leader is closed."
The Vice Sect Master was a bit lost, but still immediately mustered up his energy: "He is trying to break through the eighth layer! No one has practiced it since our Qingcheng Mountain was founded! Quickly, quickly, quickly give him a chicken leg."
The two years that the Sect Master was in seclusion, the Vice Sect Master learned medicinal cuisine.
Every day, he made soup for him and added chicken legs.
He realized that the Sect Master didn't like shiitake mushrooms. A piece of shiitake floating in the soup was what it looked like when it went, and what it looked like when it came.
"Don't be a picky eater!" The Vice Palm quietly put in two slices this time.
By the time it was brought back again, the shiitake was finished.
The vice-palmist carried a great and hidden joy in his heart.
He felt that there was indeed some sort of connection between him and the Sect Leader in this pale human world. They shared some secrets with each other, and although they were extremely small, it confirmed to him that there was an unspoken tacit understanding between him and the Sect Leader.
He is light, I am shadow, does he understand that as well?
So in his mind, he was different.
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The Vice Sect Leader considered himself to be in tacit agreement with the Sect Leader. The Sect Leader should just concentrate on martial arts and be his number one in the world, and he would just take care of the other trivial matters.
So while he was about to leave the gate, the Vice Sect Leader searched for portraits of various beauties and sent them in for the Sect Leader.
What he meant was: you pick one first, and when you're done, I'll go and place the offer, and you'll be able to get married just in time for you to leave the gate.
Send two years of rice small disciple trembling said, the portrait were thrown out.
The deputy head and the head of the door, although they meet very little, but it is more than ten years of old acquaintances, the man has never seen him angry.
Vice Master thought of him being in a tight spot, not only very self-condemnation, ran to the door of the palm door to kowtow and apologize. At the end of the door and walked to the door, sticking to that windowpaper said: "You said not to marry, we do not marry, you do not get angry, a moment to go off the deep end to."
The door was silent.
That night, the vice-palm did not put mushrooms for him.
The master of the door got an inch, half a month without eating bitter melon.
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The palm master came out half a year late and was greeted by all eight parties. He didn't rest for a few days before he rejoined the world and went on a chivalrous journey.
The vice-palmist ejaculated, folded his clothes, and said nothing.
Reputation outside, then life on the shoulder, so many pairs of eyes are watching na.
Maybe when both men are older, and the Sect Leader finds a disciple with the same celestial excellence, and he himself finds a miser with the same thoughtfulness, the two men will be able to idly sip their wine and chat.
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The master has not returned, and the jungle has changed.
The Qingcheng Sect has been attacked by someone.
The opponents, one after another, come in force and are determined to make the Sect Master a devil.
He called on all his connections, all his means, but could not solve the situation.
He had no choice but to bow down and confess to everyone: "I did it, I have ties with the devil sect, I'm the one who's a devil."
He knew deep down that nine out of ten great warriors died not at the hands of the Devil Cult, but in the jianghu. This was not the battlefield of the Sect Master, it was his battlefield. He was counted, it was his skill that was inferior, he admitted defeat. But the palmist cannot lose. On the Palm Sect was everything he wanted.
He unclasped the robes of the Vice Sectmaster.
This white robe was the same as the Sect Leader's, except that the Sect Leader's cuffs and lapels had blue edges, and his did not. They stood together like a pair of twins.
He thought, such side by side, from now on will not even have again. Now that he thought about it, it was once in a lifetime.
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He had been poisoned blind, his arms and legs broken, and he had been tortured so badly that his body was broken.
But he said he had nothing to do with the Sect, and the martial arts world got nothing but a "I did it".
They wanted him to be tortured in public. The fact that he killed the deputy headmaster in front of everyone is a slap in the face to the Qingcheng Sect.
No one expected that day, the Master came.
Came alone.
He was so dusty that he didn't know how many fights he had gone through.
But when Luo Ziqi, the number one in the world, stood up on the roof, everyone was cowed.
No one expected him to rob the court.
The Vice Master fought to the death, only to abandon his car to protect his honor, but he came to rob the court.
The vice master was pressed to kneel on the ground, listening to the surrounding momentarily quiet to no sound, his mind suddenly thought of the image many years ago.
That man stepped forward and stood in front of himself, leaning on the sky and fighting with his sword, looking out of the corner of his eye, fearing neither the sky nor the earth.
22
"What happened after that?" I asked.
The peddler skillfully picked up the hairy crabs and threw them into the broken iron basin, weighing the catty: "The first in the world is not a boast. The master fought one against ten thousand, I don't know how many people he killed and saved the people. The people behind him said: ''Luo Ziqi, in vain you are the martial arts alliance leader! In vain you are the number one in the world! Are you still considered a chivalrous person?' Luo Ziqi immediately dropped his unrivaled and famous sword, then casually pulled a horse, hugged the Vice Master and turned his head away. From then on, he never showed his face in the jianghu again."
I imagine that fishy day, the headmaster left behind that blood-soaked jianghu behind him, but in front of him was full of spring.
They fled far away, and the Master strangled his horse, and the Vice Master lost his voice and cried. He lost everything he had stoically fought for about the two men, but for the first time he heard the man's rapid breathing and touched his body heat.
He suddenly let out a cry, "My name is Zhao Siqi!"
Luo Ziqi's voice sounded calm, "Well, Siqi."
He cried even harder, "My name is Zhao Siqi!"
Luo Ziqi said, "Uh, Siqi."
For Luo Ziqi, those were the three words he wrote on the bamboo stick eighteen years ago.
For Zhao Siqi, those were the words that would echo if he never forgot them.
The Final Chapter
The story was good, but I didn't lose sight of the more important thing: "Eh eh eh how are you missing pounds!"
The vendor was even more majestic than I was, "I can't see! You blind ah!"
I realized that the peddler's eyes were glowing but unfocused.
The man beside him, who had been sitting on a pony and tying crabs with a rope, looked up and calmly dropped a crab into my basket.
The air was austere, like a master.
"How did you make up two taels of crab for him? The days are over but ah? I need money to pay for firewood, rice, oil and salt! The roof is leaking again, you know!" The vendor chattered on and on.
I was also dissatisfied, "Give me a few more, it's not like I'm not paying."
"We'll keep the food for ourselves." The man finished by taking the vendor's hand, grabbing two matzohs and a bucket of crabs, and closing up his stall to go home.
"It's not easy to be cured, so don't pretend to be blind again." The man said quietly.
"Business or no business!"
I think they are probably partners for life.
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