Chapter 7:

In this way, we stayed in the cave for four or five days. The water we drank was the spring outside the cave, and the food we ate was all kinds of wild fish in the spring. It is said that I can't go back right away because the poison has not been cured yet, and Mu Yan said that it is not his style to save people and send Buddha to the west.
I need to take a medicine every day, then cut a cut from my wrist and put half a cup of blood. When I am bleeding, Mu Yan usually sits beside the stone table in front of the bed and plays the piano. The piano is a lyre, a string made of silk, plucking a full tone, and has analgesic function. Every time Mu Yan plays the piano, I always think of Jun Wei, and his level of playing the piano that makes me unwilling to continue to live in the world, and I regret that he can’t listen to the sound of nature in front of him. , So that he commits suicide in shame and anger, and can no longer harm the world.
For five days, I had always wanted to take off the mask from Mu Yan's face to see what the face under the mask looked like, but when I thought that he might be hacked to death, I really didn't dare to make a mistake. This is entirely human curiosity. Sometimes there are some things that are not your business, but you have to figure it out. It's really fine.
In the afternoon of the sixth day, I felt that my foot injury was almost healed and I was able to walk upright. Mu Yan examined my wound for a while, and said, "You don't need to continue bleeding. I will send you back tomorrow morning."
Unexpectedly, the separation came so swiftly. The key is that I haven't succeeded in removing his mask. I couldn't accept it for a while, and I was stunned there.
He said: "Don't want to go?"
I shook my head and said, "No, no, but, brother, won't you go with me? There is not much in this cave, and you don't seem to be staying here for a long time."
He pondered and said, "I won't go, I have to stay here."
I said, "But what are you doing here? You are alone, no one chats with you, and no one listens to you playing the piano."
He bowed his head and plucked the strings: "Wait, I'm afraid I'm leaving, and the people I'm waiting for won't find me."
I suddenly fell into an awkward situation, and I continued to ask as if the privacy of others was involved, and I could not find the topic to change without asking. I said: "This..."
He had stood up from the stone case and said with a smile: "It's all about it. Today is really lucky."
I looked up and saw that at the mouth of the high cave, a bunch of masked men in black had already been standing. The moment I looked at them, these people showed their weapons one after another. The action of pulling out weapons is as uniform as their costumes. It can be seen that this is a disciplined team. What's rare is that the weapons pulled out are also very uniform, and the sickles are lined up neatly.
Of course, I later learned that although these things look like sickles, they actually have a scientific name, machete, which means that the former is used to cut grass and the latter is used to cut heads.
Because I rarely go down the mountain and have never seen the world, I was deterred by the dozen sickles lined up in front, and I couldn't help but shrink back. Mu Yan moved to block me, standing in front of me gracefully, I worried: "Do you have any guys?"
Before he could answer, the dozen sickles were already in trouble. He pushed me away, leaped, and the black cyan robe tossed between the black clothes and white blades. I was dazzled.
He moves so fast, I don’t dare to move my eyelashes, and I can only see him occasionally one or two movements, such as holding the wrist of a person in black from behind, turning that person on his side for half a circle, His sickle just cut the neck of another man in black who was planning to slash him behind him, blood was splashing, and he still had time to take a few steps to avoid the sudden splash of plasma.
But in a moment, the ten or so people in black at the scene had been solved by him, leaving two or three. The last one saw that the situation was gone, and a sickle flew straight towards me.
Master hated gathering crowds to fight the most in his life. He never taught me to fight in close quarters. Seeing that the knife flew faster and faster and took my throat straight, I was too scared to move. This is really the worst situation. Imagine that if I was so scared that my legs were weak at this time, and suddenly I couldn't hold myself on the ground, and the knife flew forward over my head in a whirlpool, I would have escaped. But the body is so good, even if it is so frightened, the legs can not be softened, it is a living target.
Just when I thought I was bound to die, a dark blue color suddenly shrouded, like the sky after rain, the sky is pressed down from a high place, and my legs are finally soft under his pressure.
Mu Yan held me in his arms and kicked me lightly with his foot in the air, the sickle whirled back, faster and more urgent. "He--" the sound of the knife entering the meat sounded in the silent air. The man in black who threw the sickle looked down at the handle of the knife outside his stomach in disbelief, and slowly knelt on the ground. Good and evil will eventually pay off, and the way of heaven is reincarnation, and this elder brother obviously can't believe that the way of heaven is so efficient.
In a deadly silence, he said admiringly: "I'm really curious about how my untalented brother teaches you on weekdays. If I were you, I would kill this little girl at the beginning of the cave and mess up the opponent's position first. Fortunately, you finally realized it, but it's too late." The man in black with a knife in his stomach was not dead, his pupils getting bigger and bigger, and he shivered: "You..."
Mu Yan said indifferently: "He thought I didn't know anything? That would be too small for me to be a brother."
The man in black didn't say anything any more, just lowered his head, and stretched out his fingers tremblingly, looking like he wanted to pull out the sickle, Mu Yan suddenly covered my eyes with his hand, and an indescribable roar came from the hole. , I said: "What is he doing?"
auzw.com Mu Yan said: "There is a legend in Chen State that a man who died with a weapon will have to be a warrior in the next life."
I said: "Then he wants to be a literati?"
Mu Yan let go: "Maybe he just wants to be a trafficker."
For many years before, I have always believed that people cannot do something without reason and ask why. For example, when the kitchen made Lai, which I don't like, I ran to ask the brother in charge why. Why don’t you make fried potato shreds today, why, why, why and why, insist on asking the last hour, generally speaking, fried potato shreds will appear on our dinner table the next day. This incident tells us the importance of thirst for knowledge. Only when we know we are happy, but we do not know whether we are happy. From the age of fourteen to seventeen, during the three years, I repeatedly recalled why I fell in love with Mu Yan. The conclusion was that he had nothing to do with me. Under the circumstances, he saved me twice in seven days.
Jun Wei thinks that my likes are not pure, they are just for fun, and there should be no reason not to ask why I really like. But I think the reason is to like, just like the cornerstone is to the pavilion, there has never been a pavilion without a cornerstone, nor should there be unreasonable likes.
My feelings for Mu Yan are based on two lives. This means that apart from my life, there should be nothing more pure and powerful in this world. Jun Wei cannot understand my logic, mainly because he has no logic himself.
The grace of dripping water is repayed by the spring, and the grace of the spring is not repaid. Donglu’s rule is that we generally promise each other by our bodies if we don’t take the time. If I realized that I was in love with me at the beginning, and I silently liked him when Mu Yan came to the rescue, I would definitely betroth myself to him. But at that exact moment, when his hand left my eyes, my heart was beating a drum, but I didn't know the reason for it.
I asked him: "Why did you save me just now?"
He said: "You are still a little girl, as long as you are a man, you can't be helpless."
I said, "What if I am a big girl?"
He turned around and pulled me into the hole, and said with a smile: "Then I have to save it."
I originally had a great opportunity, but I didn’t grasp it. The pain is that even if I lose this opportunity, I still don’t know anything. I just looked at his slightly curled lips stupidly and said for a while, "Brother, I don’t What can I do to repay you, can I give you a picture, I can paint a picture, do you want me to paint you a picture?"
The light in the hole was just right, and he turned his head slightly to look at me: "Oh?"
The angle of head tilt and the tone of speech are just right.
I was suddenly bewildered, and couldn't help but want to show it in front of him, looking around, hatefully there was no ink in the hole. Although you can use the charcoal in the fire as a pen and draw a charcoal drawing on the papyrus, I cut all the papyrus into palm-sized pieces of paper a few days ago for convenience, so I can barely draw an egg on it and draw people. It is really difficult.
Mu Yan watched me looking in the cave for a long time, holding a stack of straw paper, at a loss, and I understood, I didn’t know where to get a wooden stick, and handed it to me: "Use this, if you really want to get a picture. Thank me, painting on the ground is the same."
I held the wooden stick and studied it for a while, and then tremblingly made the pen, but like a master of embroidery, even if it was peerless, I couldn't weave a pattern on the cloth with an iron rod. I encountered the same embarrassment with them.
My intention was to draw Mu Yan's volley and unarmed two men in black. After painting, he looked at it for a long time and said, "What is this painting? It's like a monkey jumping up and picking it on a peach tree. Tao is like a slender bear trying to stand upright and dig its beehive..." At that time, I left Mu Yan with the impression that I could draw monkeys picking peaches and bears climbing trees exactly like they thought they were good at painting. Little girl.
Now I can draw lifelike portraits on the ground with a stick, but I still can't find Mu Yan to correct his impression of me. Jun Wei said: "Maybe he thinks that you can draw something that can resemble any thing, which is very talented."
Jun Wei's ability to have this kind of thought shows that he is already a swordsman. The difference between drawing and making swords is that if you make swords, you can make a move, which can be any move in the eyes of everyone. This is one of the best swordsmanship. But for painting, you draw something, which can be anything in the eyes of everyone, and the painting cannot be sold.
Instigated by fate, Mu Yan and I stayed together for nearly six days. On the sixth night, after I fell asleep, he left the cave. I waited alone in the cave for four days, but he never came back. I had to leave four days later, mainly in midsummer. The corpse was not easy to preserve. The black-clothed people with upside-down holes rotted and attracted many flies, making the living environment very bad.
If I meet him in the winter, at this age when I am ignorant and ignorant of world affairs, I must wait until I figure out why I should wait for him. If you figure it out, there is more reason to wait until one day he comes, or he will never come, but that is another story.
In fact, I left early with a little melancholy. When I left, I thought I had waited for him for four days just to formally be alone with him. Obviously, this is a too pure idea. I liberated my soul to fall in love with Muyan early, but failed to liberate my mind at the same time to realize that I fell in love with Muyan. This is why I missed him.
When I walked out of this cave, walked a considerable distance, and looked back, I found that it was located at the back of Yanhui Mountain.
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