All night long, autumn mourns the weak heroes.
The next day, there were clouds all over the capital. Sometimes thunder broke through the sky, but only thunder could not see rain.
Even in the middle of the day, the dark weather still makes people feel blocked.
Jingfeng mountain top, the death of the river, there is no luxury funeral, but quietly buried in this beautiful mountain top.
Next to Xiao Jing and the tomb of ban xuanming.
Jiang Huan was dressed in a melanin shirt, with no expression on his face. He sat knee to knee facing the tombstone of his second brother. He had thick black and white hair flying in the wind. In front of him were five jars of wine brought back from the square platform last night.
I saw Jiang Huan open the mud seal of the wine jar and sprinkle it in front of the tomb of the river. Then I immediately looked up and drank up.
A jar is done, Jiang Huan is to open a jar of wine.
"Second brother, you should walk slowly on the bridge. I will send you the Ouyang father and son one by one."
"And." Looking at the golden Huben token still stained with dried blood, Jiang Huan continued.
"And this token. I'll use it first. When I've finished all my work, I'll give it to the right person."
In the middle of the mountain behind Jiang Huan, there were 600 silver guards, armed with spears, facing the west, who saw off the river in silence. The young man who had been criticized by all the people in the world and had been riding the army for only one day saw off!
Today, there are Chen Lao, Qiu Donghe, and Zhang Lao, who can't see his head and tail.
Said Judong River, a little worried.
"Old Chen, Jiang Huan will be OK."
Hearing this, Chen Cang sighed slowly and said, "Alas! The old grave is not flat, and the new one is rising again. Who can take such a big blow? It's a pity. What a good child he is. Let's go. "
One side of Zhang Lao's face was as calm as water. The only one arm holding a cigarette bag and pot gently knocked on the sole of his shoes. Then he stopped in his collar, lifted up his figure and walked forward slowly.
See Zhang old to sit at will in river Huan's side, a hand to take up a jar of wine to drink from oneself.
For a long time, Zhang said.
"I was born in a far and far place surrounded by mountains. No one has ever walked out of the mountains to see the outside world. Of course, no one has ever come in, because the people in the mountains say that the outside world is full of cannibal demons. When I was young, I was very curious about the outside world, but due to the elders' warning, I was also good to the outside world At the same time, it's amazing. "
"The most important thing is that in the world where martial arts are respected, people there can neither practice martial arts nor practice Qi, but live a life of food and clothing without worry and live by planting crops."
Zhang said at this time, Jiang Huan slowly turned around and quietly looked at Zhang.
Mr. Zhang ignored him and continued.
"One year there was a natural famine, and the crops were gone. Many people starved to death. I was the only one who survived by eating the corpses of the dead. Later, I couldn't help living like this. So I plan to go to the outside world and see the world that has tortured me for more than ten years before I die!"
When Zhang talked about cannibalism, his expression was very casual, as if it was just a common thing.
Zhang said as he picked up the wine jar to drink.
"When I walked out of the mountain, I found that there was another kind of people in the world, which was quite different from our way of life. They called themselves martial artists. When the martial artists reached the highest level, they didn't have to eat. As long as they absorbed the vitality of the heaven and earth, they could live. When they reached the peak, they would not die. I was obsessed with martial arts. I was even obsessed with martial arts. At that time, I couldn't understand why the people in the village didn't Never walked out of the mountain, why not practice martial arts, and died in the so-called ordinary hands. "
"Now I understand."
"When I am in the Jianghu, I am a Jianghu man. I am as sad as chaff!"
Hearing this, Jiang Huan asked, "why do people in the mountains say that there are only human eating demons outside?"
Zhang Lao smiled.
"There is a devil who eats people."
As he spoke, old Zhang reached out and pointed to the three lonely graves in front of them, laughing.
"Along the way of martial arts, everyone is a devil who can eat people!"
"I have hated, hated and even despaired the world countless times, but when you go on step by step, you will find new hope, such as Jiheng, and then you. It's all new hope on my way to despair. "
Mr. Zhang looked at Jiang Huan with a smile.
And Jiang Huan listened, eyes a little red, hoarse voice, try his best to calm his voice, asked.
"Master, where is it?"
For Jiang Huan now, he has lost too much. He grew up in the arms of his two brothers in turn without his mother. So no matter how severe the river is to him, Jiang Huan does not feel sad and aggrieved. There is only endless happiness.
But God was born in his arms will be happy, will be deprived of hope.
Old Zhang smiled.
"I hope you will always be on the road ahead, not at your feet. You can only find him if you keep going."