Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 66: Feihong Stepping on the Snow Mud

It is an ancient custom in Hengzhou to pray for blessings at the end of the year.

Huiyan Temple on Huiyan Peak is the first monk temple in Hengyang. Devoted men and women carry giant candles to the top and kneel in front of the longevity Buddha, which is called Kneeling Candle. Of course, there are also many people who go to pray at the foot of Wushen Peak.

Old Sang's tea shop was very empty under the thatched tea shed, with only a few tea customers.

The young owner and the young owner were sitting on the pony outside and looked at each other. When they saw Zhao Rong coming, they quickly gave him a wink and pointed towards the gray curtain.

"what happened?"

"I... cough," Wentai coughed and lowered his voice, "I don't know."

Bao Butian shrugged helplessly, "Sister Fei ignored me."

Not sister?

Zhao Rong was startled for a moment, and without any intention of joking, he frowned and walked towards the inner room.

My heart couldn't help but tremble. Could something have happened to Elder Qu Yang?

When he opened the curtain, he saw the little girl in green shirt holding her chin in her hands, staring blankly at the candlestick fastened to the gray-brown earthen wall by Old Man Sang. Her eyes were red, her eyes wandered, she choked up from time to time, and she looked pitiful.

Zhao Rong scratched his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mostly it's not a big deal.

He lifted his robe and sat on the wooden stool, but the little girl didn't need him to think about it and asked, "Brother Rong, my grandfather is a cruel person."

"Why?"

"At this time last year, Grandpa bought me a lantern and took me on a boat trip to Lin'an. Although I hid in a corner of the cabin, I was very happy," she said, changing the subject. "This year, Grandpa bought me a more beautiful lantern in Hengyang and bought me some new clothes, but..."

"But grandpa asked me to come to the tea shop and not go sightseeing in the mountains or the city or keep up the New Year's Eve."

Zhao Rong exhaled, already understanding Elder Qu Yang's intentions.

"Isn't the tea shop good?"

"Very good, Brother Rong is very good, and the two big brothers outside are also very interesting. Feifei feels more relaxed here than ever before."

When she said this, her little face suddenly burst into a smile out of pity, like a lotus blooming after a summer rain, but the next second the flower wilted, and she sniffed again with a sad look on her face.

Happy and sad, switching so quickly.

"But grandpa is always cruel," she whispered, "Fei Fei never despised the days of being on the run, nor was she afraid of those enemies. If one day I can master martial arts, grandpa will no longer be a burden. Even if we continue to wander the world, we will live a better life."

She huffed out her nose proudly, snorted softly, and then became sluggish again.

"But Grandpa wanted to keep Feifei in Hengyang. How could I not know that he was a cruel and self-righteous grandfather?"

Zhao Rong tactically picked up the pot and poured tea.

To be honest, he prefers to communicate with people like Bao Budian, even if it is Wingtech.
The little girl is really too smart.

He also wandered around the world early, and his mind was far beyond his years, otherwise he wouldn't have fooled Guanzhu Yu and others.

It’s not easy to fool.

To say something like "your grandfather is doing it for your own good" is like saying nothing.

"Come, let's drink tea first."

Qu Feiyan was obedient. She picked up the bowl and took a sip, but her smart eyes covered with a trace of mist looked up at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong looked up at the roof at 45 degrees and said with a sad tone:
"I lived a more ordinary life than you in the first half of my life. I was just a fisherman who lived with my grandfather and never set foot in the world. Now I am living a good life and want to change my grandfather's life."

"But he is just like your grandfather, a cruel person."

"I have never regarded grandpa as a burden. I admire his wisdom in life, but grandpa is so stubborn that he doesn't want to be a burden. He thinks that is also part of the wisdom of life. Fei Fei and I are in the same dilemma."

"But I will not disobey grandpa's wishes, but I will use other methods to make him happy and change grandpa's life."

Qu Feiyan sympathized with Zhao Rong's experience and was greatly touched. When he put down the tea bowl with a little force, the tea spilled onto the table and then onto the floor.

The little girl pondered for a few seconds, and the sadness on her face gradually faded away.

He pouted his lips slightly and said eloquently: "Since grandpa saw Brother Rong, his mood has changed a lot. I was so cautious in the past, but I mistakenly thought that this tea shop was my place to stay, and thought of myself as a burden. This is all Brother Rong's fault." !”

"Blame me?" Zhao Rong pointed at himself. "How could Hengyang have a good boy like Rong?"

She had a hint of quirky cuteness, which made Zhao Rong chuckle.

The little girl looked at the candlestick again, as if reminiscing about the past, thinking about this new year, her grandfather, and this tea shop.

Her eyes darkened, and her clear voice muttered:

"What is life like? It should be like a flying wild goose stepping on the snow mud. Occasionally leaving its claws on the mud, the wild goose flies away without thinking about east or west."

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly, feeling sorry for this little girl.

She has experienced so much at such a young age, just as she thought, traveling around the world like a flying dragon treading snow, flying far away, how could she remember where the traces were left.

"Sang Lao's hometown is Anren. Do you know where his hometown is?"

Qu Feiyan shook his head.

"Do you feel at ease in this tea shop?"

"Ah."

Qu Feiyan hummed, and when he saw Zhao Rong standing up, his tone was leisurely but firm:
"Then read along with me."

"This place where my heart is at ease is my hometown."

Qu Feiyan recited a sentence, but her eyes were filled with emotion. She quickly rubbed her eyes, "Good brother, I will help you look for it when I get back. Let's see if grandpa has any other martial arts secrets."

"Hahaha, good!"

……

Elder Qu Yang's prompt decision impressed Zhao Rong very much and relieved him of many worries.

With Zhao Rong's current strength and status in the world, he cannot be as confident as the great Shaolin monk to say "I can keep you safe" or something like that.

The hatred between the Demon Sect and the Five Mountains Sword Sect is too deep, and most of them talk about sectarian opinions. Unless the fists are hard enough, don't talk about innocence.

Just like Master Liu San, his reputation in the world was ruined and the Hengshan Sect could not hold back the strength. The powerful Liu Mansion suddenly collapsed. No matter how angry Mr. Mo Da was, he did not dare to confront the Songshan Sect who stood up for his righteousness.

The little girl's heart knot was untied, Zhao Rong left some space for her to relax, and walked outside to sit at the same table with Wentai and the others.

Don't overturn the tea bag.

"Young Master, have you thought about when to have a duel?"

Zhao Rong picked up the tea bowl with a chuckle, and Wentai was about to answer.

"Brother Rong, this is freshly boiled water, it's hot!" Bao Bu reminded.

But Zhao Rong was indifferent.

I saw him slowly raising his hand holding the teacup, and when it reached his mouth, he just blew the hot air gently, and then drank the 'scalding' tea in one gulp with the slightly horrified eyes of the two of them.

"Yes, the young master's tea skills have improved."

Bao Butian smiled, and then accidentally touched the teapot, which immediately made him feel hot.

Wentai felt that he was being deceived, and the words he said became: "I am ill today, I will fight another day."

"it is good."

Zhao Rong stood up with a smile and went to help Old Man Sang clean up.

As soon as he left, Bao Butian and Wentai each reached out and touched the tea bowl on the table.

It turned out to be a chill!
"Why is it cold? What's the trick?" Bao Butian was confused.

Wentai was more knowledgeable and his eyes widened: "It should be a cold martial arts, but at his age, how can he be more powerful than Canxue Jin of Hua Feihua, a famous figure in Taojiang?"

Qu Feiyan walked out and touched the tea bowl, surprised and delighted: "Genius! Genius!"

The three people were clearly standing together, but they seemed like three parallel lines.

……

(End of this chapter)