The arrogance of the city

Chapter 551 The most bitter thing in the world is lovesickness

20 years ago.

A young man with amazing talent and brilliant talent emerged from the south. He was only in his twenties, but he possessed amazing martial arts skills and was extremely energetic, challenging everyone from famous families everywhere.

Those martial arts masters who have been famous for many years insist on their status, and they were unwilling to make a move, fearing that they would be notorious for bullying younger generations, but the young people are very persistent, as long as they come to the door, the opponent will never leave unless they fight.

In the end, those famous masters could only fight, although they were forced, but it didn't mean that the young man had to suffer and learn from Tianwai Youtian, and he felt awe, but in the end, these martial arts masters were picked down one by one by the young people.

Because of his youth, he is naturally frivolous. This young man keeps inviting battles, but he has never met an opponent. He is young, but he has the tendency to seek defeat alone.

Later, he heard that the presiding abbot of Qixia Temple was a high-ranking man, so he came to Jinling, climbed to Qixia Mountain, and openly challenged him in front of the mountain gate.

The abbot master of several generations of the young man did not show up at first, but when the young man climbed the mountain on the fifth day, he finally walked out of the mountain gate.

On that day, under the watchful eyes of many people who heard the news, the presiding master of Qixia Temple did not make a move. He stood in front of the mountain gate and allowed the young man to attack three times without moving his footsteps.

The high-spirited young man looked at the monk who received his three moves but remained motionless, his eyes fluctuated violently, and turned back down the mountain without saying a word.

Since then, there has been no news of the youth challenging the famous masters.

But in the late autumn of the second year, the young man who had practiced hard for a year made a comeback again, but when he was climbing the mountain, a scene made him delay his climb to the peak of martial arts.

Under the tall maple tree, two girls, one big and one small, were holding bamboo baskets and collecting maple leaves that had fallen to the ground.

In the fiery red maple forest, they wore water-green gauze skirts, like a clear spring in the flames.

The young man who was devoted to martial arts hesitated for a moment, then changed his direction, turned around and walked over by accident.

He might never have known at that time what kind of impact his turning around would have on his life.

"Sister, the master always said that monks should be compassionate. What exactly is compassion?"

The young girl raised her immature face and asked, but she was about ten years old, with two braids, and her pure and clear eyes were full of curiosity about the world.

The girl she called her older sister was obviously older than her, with a graceful figure, and she was in the best [-]th youth.

"Compassion is to have a heart like Bodhi, to love everything in the world with a heart of self-love. We follow the master to practice, and the ultimate goal is to become a gentle and compassionate person."

The girl smiled softly, squatted down, picked up a maple leaf, wiped the dust off it, and put it into the basket.

The little girl seemed to understand, but she felt that her sister's words must be right, so she nodded emphatically.

"Well! Then I will practice hard and strive to become a compassionate person as soon as possible!"

The girl who was praised by the host of Qixia Temple as having the most Buddhist roots smiled and patted the little girl's head, "Zhengyu, with your intelligence, I believe that you can cultivate it very early, at least, it doesn't take as long as the master. "

The little girl also giggled, and the laughter echoed through the maple leaf forest with the autumn wind, as clear as a bell.

Then, she asked again with some doubts.

"But sister, you asked me to love everything in the world with the heart of self-love, but if you love everything in the world, will everything in the world love you?"

The girl with a slight dimple on her left cheek when she smiled nodded firmly without hesitation: "Of course."

Looking at the red leaves all over the mountain, she said, "Just like we love the maple forest here, we collect its fallen leaves and treasure them well. In the coming year, it will still show us its best side."

After listening to the two girls' conversation, the young man came out from behind a maple tree where he was hiding. His sudden appearance obviously shocked the two girls.

The [-]-year-old girl subconsciously pulled the little girl behind her, watching the young man who appeared suddenly with vigilance.

"Hey, don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person."

The young man smiled, "Are you the lay disciples of this Qixia Temple?"

He only guessed this through the sentence of master just now.

Seeing that it was just a young man not much older than herself, and there was no evil in the other party's eyes, the guard in the girl's eyes eased a little, she hesitated for a while, and nodded slightly: "Are you a tourist who came to appreciate the maple?"

The young man shook his head and smiled, and looked at the little girl who was pulled behind by the girl but looked at him with a pair of clear eyes.

"I came up the mountain to find an old monk to fight. That old monk is a bit powerful. I'm afraid I can't beat him this time."

The young man muttered to himself.

The girl was a little dazed.

There are many people who come to Qixia Mountain to burn incense and pray, and of course there are also people who come here to see the scenery, but this is the first time she has heard of people who come to fight.

She felt that this young man was a bit weird, and she didn't want to stay here any longer, so she pulled her junior sister and planned to leave.

"Hey, I said I'm not a bad person, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

As a young man, he can be said to be free to pick and choose the world's pinks and daisies, but in the past he was obsessed with martial arts and had no interest in the love of children at all. , he felt his heart tremble inexplicably.

Seeing that the girl was about to leave at this time, he subconsciously yelled.

The girl is not the kind of impolite person. Hearing this, she stopped in her tracks and turned around.

The moment she turned her head, a gust of mountain wind happened to blow, and the maple leaf forest was rippling like a tide. The maple leaves fluttered down with the wind, and a few pieces happened to land on the girl's hair.

Snow skin, green dress, black hair, red leaves... Several colors mixed together, forming an unforgettable scene in the eyes of young people.

At that moment, his sharp eyes were slightly in a trance.

"Sorry, there is a time limit for our visit to Maple Leaf Forest."

The girl apologized, then took the little girl's hand, "Zheng Yu, say goodbye to my brother."

The little girl listened to her very much, and obediently shouted to the young man, "Brother, goodbye."

The girl then smiled at the young man, pulled the little girl and turned away.

"Hey, what's your name?"

A few seconds later, there was another shout from behind.

The girl paused slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then responded.

"Guan Qingsi."

She didn't look back, pulled the little girl, and her figure quickly disappeared into the falling red leaves.

That year, the young man was defeated again, but he didn't show any signs of depression. In the next few years, he would climb Qixia Mountain every year, for martial arts, and even more so for the beautiful figure in the red leaves all over the mountain.

More than 20 years have passed.

The frivolous boy at the beginning seemed to have been completely reborn, and he has become as calm as a mountain, only the lovesickness has not changed.

For so many years, the elder brother and the second brother have persuaded him, but he smiled and remained silent.

Like his pursuit of martial arts, he admits that he is too paranoid emotionally, but what's wrong with being paranoid?
Although there are thousands of styles in the world, he only has a special liking for the pear dimple.

Even if she doesn't love him.

Even.

She is asleep.

(End of this chapter)