Floating clouds

Chapter 8

A day in Fuyun Mountain ended in mutual torture.

The dinner in the evening was no longer hard, but porridge that could stand on chopsticks. From the appearance, it was even more unbearable. Fortunately, it was still edible. Everyone ate two more mouthfuls this time.

Lin Xinglu didn't sleep so deeply one night. He listened to Chonghui's snoring hungry, stared at the bed curtain in a daze, and with a 'pop', Chonghui's hand unconsciously slapped him on the face. Why is it so heavy, Lin Xinglu's face immediately felt red and painful as if he had been slapped.

Lin Xinglu kicked Chonghui angrily, Chonghui's snoring stopped for a moment, then started again.

"When can I go back?"

Even though he was full of pain and a lot of discomfort, he didn't get up to pack his bag willfully, but lay motionless on the bed, counting the holes in the bed curtain.

Probably people grow from a child to a teenager in one helpless and painful night after another.

As a new day came, the morning light shone through the window, Lin Xinglu got up with two dark circles under his eyes, and drank a bowl of porridge with vain steps.

"Eldest senior brother, are you awake?" Zhonghui asked, looking at the two sudden dark spots in front of his eyes.

"..." Lin Xinglu silently took a bite of the burnt steamed bun, forced himself to swallow it, and finally put it down.

"When can I go back?"

He thought about it again, and there was a bitter burnt taste in his mouth.

The wind and snow were much lighter today, and the sun shone lazily on everything. Mu Zheng moved a chair and sat in front of the pontoon, with three wooden swords placed in front of him.

"Master, shall we practice sword today?" Zhong Hui asked.

"Did Qingsong teach you?" Mu Zheng nodded, coughed, and motioned for them to come forward and take the sword.

Except for Lin Mingqi who didn't learn it, both Lin Xinglu and Chonghui had learned it.

"Practice it once and show me." Mu Zheng said.

Chonghui took a step forward and made a move, but before he could finish the move, the wooden sword flew out of his hand, landed in the lake with a 'plop', floated up and dangled in the lake water, showing his existence.

Lin Mingqi laughed with a "puchi", his two dimples were sweet, and he blushed again.

"Master, this sword is too light. I used to use iron swords." He defended in a low voice.

With a smile, Mu Zheng waved his hands and looked at Lin Xinglu.

Of the swordsmanship taught by Qingsong, Lin Xinglu only learned one move, 'Autumn Wind Rises'.

He held the sword, his hands were clean and neat, and the cold wind was majestic when he stabbed.

Withdrawing the sword, he looked at Mu Zheng with a serious face.

Children of this age always look forward to compliments from others.

In his expectant eyes, Mu Zheng shook his head: "It's not bad, but it's not enough."

Lin Xinglu's hand was tightly grasped on the wooden sword, the complacency on his face sank, and a ball of fire appeared in his eyes.

Where is it not enough?

he does not know.

Mu Zheng said: "This set of swordsmanship is called 'Cui Shan Folding Waves', which means that the mountains are high and the sea is deep, the wind blows and the trees are not still, and the waves are hard to calm down. You should practice this move."

"Master, what about me?" Lin Mingqi nodded his nose and asked.

"You practice with the two senior brothers, and you can learn as much as you can." Mu Zheng didn't intend to stand up and demonstrate. He seemed to be sick, with an abnormal blush on his cheeks, and his eyes were clouded when he spoke. Coughing loudly, as if to cough up all the internal organs.

"Master, are you alright?" Lin Xinglu asked worriedly.

Mu Zheng waved his hand and asked them to practice swords by themselves.

It took Chonghui a long time to fish his wooden sword out of the water, and within a single round, he flew into the bamboo forest. Lin Mingqi had short hands and short legs, and he was just tall enough for the sword. The foot, that is, the left hand hit the right hand, rolling all over the floor.

Only Lin Xinglu could ask Mu Zheng to comfort him a little bit.

They tortured each other for three days, and on the fourth day, Mu Zheng, who remained motionless as if recuperating, finally said, "Reunion, you don't need to practice sword today, go and move the unicorn stone statue behind the bamboo house here."

Chonghui happily agreed, and ran to the back of the bamboo house to find the Qilin statue.

In the past three days, he picked up swords more times than he practiced swords. As long as he didn't practice swords, he could do whatever he wanted.

Lin Xinglu didn't know what Mu Zheng was going to do. Just as he was about to get the sword, he heard a resounding voice from behind the bamboo house: "Eldest brother! Come and help!"

He listened anxiously, took a step, and then stopped: "Master, can I go and see?"

Mu Zheng always had a smile on his face, nodded at him, and he ran over with Lin Mingqi. The sound of eager footsteps on the pontoon bridge made the floating clouds that had been silent for a hundred years become extremely lively.

There is also a bamboo forest behind the bamboo grove. In the bamboo forest, there are many stone sculptures of mythical beasts scattered in twos and threes, each of which is only as high as a chair leg.

Chonghui was resting his hands on the little unicorn's buttocks, half squatting, his face flushed red, and he only let the unicorn's base slightly off the ground.

"Eldest brother, give me a hand." Chong Hui squeezed out a word between his teeth, the veins on his forehead popped out, showing that he had exerted all his strength.

Lin Xinglu stepped forward and hugged Qilin's two little paws, and lifted it vigorously, but the Qilin didn't move at all, still maintaining the appearance of being lifted by the weight.

Why is this small unicorn so heavy?

Then a thought flashed in his mind, why is the strength of the reunion so great?

He withdrew the strength from his hand, seeing that Qilin still maintained the same appearance as before, he was surprised and said: "You put it down first."

Chonghui let go as promised, with a 'bang' sound, the little unicorn fell to the ground, splashing a string of mud spots, Lin Xinglu strode back, hit a bamboo, and shook the bamboo leaves all over the tree.

He patted the bamboo leaves off his body to make sure that there was no mud, and then went forward to try it alone, but found that he had exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't make the unicorn move even the slightest bit.

"Second Senior Brother, your strength is so great!" Lin Mingqi couldn't help but praise seeing that his elder brother couldn't move, but he could lift his butt in the reunion.

"Hey, he's just a little bigger than the average person." After being praised by Lin Mingqi again, his face turned red or he was embarrassed. He put both hands on the little unicorn's buttocks again, and pushed it forward with all his strength. .

The unicorn base scooped up a pile of soil, and finally moved half a minute.

"It's amazing!" Lin Mingqi admired from the bottom of his heart.

"Come out." Mu Zheng's voice sounded behind them, they looked back, but did not see Mu Zheng's figure, as if his voice was blown in by the wind.

The three of them were startled, turned their heads to look around, laughed again, and rushed out.

"Can this stone statue be moved?" Mu Zheng asked with a smile.

"Master, I'd better practice swords." Zhonghui patted his head and replied.

"These stone statues were carved by the patriarch in his spare time. Each one weighs two hundred catties. They can't move it, but you can." Mu Zheng tapped Chonghui's head with a ruler, and said, "No Lazy, if you are lazy, your elder brother's hand will suffer."

"If he doesn't suffer, I will suffer." Zhonghui muttered, seeing Lin Mingqi glared at him fiercely, he quickly stood up straight and said, "I'm going now."

"Lin Mingqi." Mu Zheng tapped Lin Mingqi's head again with a ruler.

"Master, I can't move it." Lin Mingqi thought that Mu Zheng asked her to move the stone statue, so he shook his head quickly.

"As a teacher, of course I know you can't move it. Have you seen that high platform?" Mu Zheng laughed.

"Yeah." Lin Mingqi nodded.

"You're so distracted, and you're young, why not meditate on the high platform first." After Mu Zheng finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and it seemed that a gust of breeze lifted Lin Mingqi, flew across the lake, and sent him onto the high platform.

"Ah! Brother, help me!" There are no railings around the high platform, and there is only room for three or four people. If you move casually, you are in danger of falling.

Lin Xinglu hung up his heart and looked at Lin Mingqi nervously.

"If you fall, the lake will just catch you, but if you are lazy, I will find out..." Mu Zheng's voice was sent far away, and Lin Mingqi fell silent with tears in his eyes.

"Master." Lin Xinglu waited anxiously for his next arrangement.

But Mu Zheng didn't speak. He stood up, picked up a wooden sword, and said to Lin Xinglu, "Look out."