Chapter 2 (1/2)

In the bamboo forest in front of the thatched cottage, a child less than six years old waved his bamboo sword and was ”crackling” cutting the thick green bamboo at the mouth of the bowl.

There is a sound in the mouth. The bamboo sword makes moves and moves.

The child was so thin that he looked like an ape in the mountains.

His eyes were clear and bright. The skin is white, vaguely lacking cyan.

He stabbed or cut at the bamboo pole very seriously, and his face was already dripping with sweat.

He is traceless.

When the wind blows, the bamboo forest rustles.

Not far away, Fang Buwen sat on a prominent stone, his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, and his five hearts up.

He didn't even look at the child, and the child didn't look at him.

By the stream stood a donkey.

Like children, donkeys are extremely thin and drooping with their heads.

At this time, it is the weather in April and the season when Hsinchu opens branches and leaves. It is also the season when people are most likely to be lazy.

A Gongsun Qi walked out of the cottage slowly with a huge wine gourd in his hand, and stretched himself beautifully.

Then, squinting at the sunlight falling through the gap of the bamboo leaves, he raised the gourd, ”Gulu Gulu”, took a few mouthfuls, and took a long sigh of satisfaction.

Gongsun was as thin as the donkey.

A gray suit, a pair of cloth shoes, a white hair, a red distiller's grains nose.

No trace is still chopping the sword. Many traces have been cut on the bamboo pole.

Fang Buwen still meditated, as if he had settled down and fell asleep.

The donkey suddenly barked, barking in a hurry, as if she saw a female donkey.

Gongsunqi looked at the donkey, suddenly flew up, jumped over a stream more than ten feet wide, and fell gently in front of the little donkey.

”How old are you? Want to drink? ”

As soon as his voice fell, the donkey shouted happily and nodded again and again.

It turned out that instead of seeing the female donkey, he saw the wine gourd.

He opened the gourd, the donkey looked up and caught the poured wine.

All of this, with a very tacit understanding, like a man and a donkey have been trained for a long time.

Traceless still cleaved the sword, but inadvertently, his tongue licked his lips.

Gongsun Qi turned his head and looked at Xiang Wuji.

Suddenly, when I raised my hand, the gourd in my hand rolled and flew to no trace.

Xiaowuji suddenly turned around and reached out to pick up the slowly flying gourd. His tongue unconsciously stretched out and licked his lips.

Unexpectedly, seeing the gourd in front of him and within reach, he suddenly turned a corner, several times faster, and flew back to gongsunqi's hand.

The traceless head lowered, turned slowly and split the sword again without saying a word.

Gongsun Qi walked slowly over and suddenly said, ”when you have the strength to kill a mosquito that day, I'll let you drink!”

Traceless stopped his sword and turned to look at Gongsun Qi.

”I want to drink!”

Traceless voice is very light, but also very firm.

Gongsun Qi suddenly smiled and pointed to Fang Bu Wen who didn't know whether he was meditating or sleeping.

”One day when you can beat him up and shout like that donkey, you can drink!”

The child stared at Fang but didn't smell it.

”Why did I hit him? He is a good man. ”

The old man shook his head and seemed to see an incredible fool.

”If he were a good man, there would be no bad people in the world!”

If a child doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it in his heart.

”If he hadn't treated me, I would have died. Why did the bad guys treat me?”

The old man is speechless. After thinking for a moment, he said, ”do you think he can really save you?”

The old man shook his head helplessly. When shaking his head, he doesn't want to look or smell.

Fang Buwen suddenly opened his eyes and a light flashed in his eyes.

”In fact, as long as you teach the blue falling Heart Sutra to traceless, traceless may not die.”

There was a different light in the old man's eyes, but it soon disappeared.

”As long as he learns the blue falling Heart Sutra, he may not only survive, but also inherit your mantle, very good.”

Fang Buwen said. It seems that he is casually talking about an ordinary thing.

Gongsun Qi Gulu Gulu drank a few more mouthfuls of wine, said nothing, and turned away.

Fang Buwen was still meditating, and traceless continued to cut the bamboo pole seriously.

Now, in addition to making medicine soup, drinking medicine and pricking silver needles, he has two more things every day. In his opinion, both are very boring and meaningless.

That's practicing sword. Follow the old man named Gong sunqi to practice sword.

There is also reading, reading with the nearly 20-year-old drug boy.

When Gongsun Qi taught him swordsmanship, no one was allowed nearby. Even Mingyue couldn't be there.

That's why traceless feels boring.

Fang Buwen sometimes peeks at the old man to teach traceless sword, but he will be found by the old man every time.

Then the old man picked off a bamboo branch and raised his hand. The bamboo branch flew to Fang Buwen with a sharp wind. Fang Buwen fled in embarrassment.

Gongsun Qi is a strange man, and he thinks so in his traceless heart.

How could you raise a strange donkey if you weren't a strange person.

Sometimes he even thinks that the old man is better to the donkey than himself.

The donkey can still drink his wine, but he can't. He can only drink it secretly.

He laughs at the thought of stealing wine.

The first time he stole wine, he drank a few mouthfuls. As a result, the world turned upside down and fell asleep.

The old man was angry. His goatee was warped. The bamboo branches in his hands were raised high and fell down mercilessly.

But he didn't feel any pain, not at all.