The word 'love' was the most hurtful. It hurt Nie Jiangsheng's feelings of longing, but it hurt Nie Li because of the things that had been brewing in this bamboo forest for countless years. Knowing that the bamboo forest was cold and extremely hurtful, Nie Li hung the vertical bamboo flute back to its original place and hid under the blanket to sleep.
Nie Jiangsheng returned home very late. Looking at Nie Li, who was tightly wrapped in the blanket, he used his rough hand to gently stroke his head. Then he took off his outer robe, hugged Nie Li, and fell asleep.
Time seemed to have left no trace in this place. The bamboo here was still the same as before. After the rain, the spring bamboo shoots would break through the mountain and be eaten by the Nie father and son. Like this, several years had passed. Nie Li was already fourteen years old. At fourteen years old, he had a tall figure, fair skin, and delicate facial features. He had the temperament of this land.
He was a man of few words, but he was somewhat quiet, like a man who had walked out of an ink painting. Perhaps because he was accompanied by bamboo, he had a graceful charm.
Moreover, at the age of 14, he had also inherited Nie Jiangsheng's mantle and became a boatman on the Immortal Overlooking River. Although he was young, with so many years of experience in ferrying, he was also very experienced in ferrying.
This was also what made Nie Jiangsheng stunned. He was able to perfectly conquer this river by relying on his martial arts and control of strength. Nie Li, on the other hand, relied on his own experience and summed up a method that was suitable for him. With such talent, it was a pity that such a good seedling did not practice martial arts. However, Nie Jiangsheng could only sigh.
Moreover, because of this intelligence, the fourteen year old Nie Li became a famous child prodigy in Gusu City. In the past, Nie Li often pestered Nie Jiangsheng to teach him martial arts. At first, Nie Jiangsheng rejected him because of his young age, but slowly, this reason was not enough. He thought of another method, and that was to let Nie Li study.
Although martial arts prevailed in the Eternal Continent, in the imperial court, it was not just martial arts that could solve problems. Therefore, scholars were also very important. For example, the current Prime Minister Fan Zhongwen was a weak scholar. However, it was this kind of person who became a virtuous minister in the Southern Song Dynasty.
If power was revered, then Fan Zhongwen would not be so famous. He was the best at internal affairs. In the Northern Tang, Southern Song, and Central Ming Dynasty, Fan Zhongwen was the existence that all the ministers admired. This kind of reverence crossed the country and political boundaries. p
However, the gifted and intelligent Nie Li easily grasped a lot of knowledge. For a moment, even the teacher who taught him didn't have the confidence to teach him anymore. This also made him the talk of the city, but this did not make Nie Jiangsheng happy at all.
Nie Li's achievements did not allow him to continue on the path of a scholar. Instead, he yearned for martial arts even more. He knew that the reason he studied literature was to understand martial arts. Therefore, he quickly pestered Nie Jiangsheng. In desperation, Nie Jiangsheng could only arrange for Nie Li to ferry, saying that if Nie Li could skillfully cross the river, he would teach him.
This was already his second month of ferrying, and he had already ferried 91 people. At the beginning, when he first ferried people across the river, he was shaky. Now, he was steady and steady. He had used his experience and perseverance to complete the growth of others over several years.
Looking at the Immortal River as usual, Nie Li sighed. Maybe a hundred years later, he would become one of the riverbanks? .... Even when the yellow soil comes, the Immortal River is still so clear.
Stopping the boat at the ferry, Nie Li saw his father, Nie Jiangsheng, sitting on Old Li's boat. Old Li's name is Li Yu. His appearance is extraordinary. He looks about forty years old. His eyes are bright and his body is tall and sturdy. Compared to the thin and old Nie Jiangsheng, the two seem to have a subtle relationship.
Nie Li did not know what the two were talking about. They were far away, so Nie Li could not hear clearly. He simply did not pay attention to it.
"Little baby, is your boat moving or not?" Just when Nie Li was panicking, a loud voice sounded. Li Zhi looked. This person is about thirty years old. His appearance is ordinary. His eyes are shining. His five fingers are thick. His body is tall and sturdy. His plain clothes are bulging. There is a long knife on his waist.
"Let's go." Nie Li did not say anything. He stood up and walked to the end of the boat. He used the wormwood to push the ferry board. The boat rippled and slowly moved forward.
"Little baby." The man suddenly opened his mouth. It seems like he wanted to say something. However, he hesitated.
"I only need one coin for ferrying." Nie Li's cold voice sounded. This made the man a little surprised. He was worried that this person would not ask for the price and would ask for an exorbitant price. Although he has martial arts, this river crossing is also considered a business. Using martial arts is unavoidable.
But when he heard that this child only needs one coin, he also thought that this child is really a strange person. This Immortal River crosses a wide area. Although he has martial arts, he knows that the life of a boatman is not easy. But for people with ordinary Qing Gong, their internal force can barely support them. Moreover, this Immortal River is surging. If they are not careful, they will be swept into the river.
Seeing that the child did not speak, the man did not know what to say. But in order to ease the awkward atmosphere, he still cast his gaze on the flowing river. He looked at the surface of the river, which is like a mirror, reflecting the green mountains.
"Little baby, you look very young, but your ferrying skills are very experienced!" The man looked at Nie Li who has been swinging the bamboo in his hand, allowing the boat to smoothly cross the river. If it was a white-haired old man, he would not think much of it. But when it fell on a thirteen or fourteen year old child, it was a little different.
"My father is a boatman. I have followed him since I was young and have learned a lot." Nie Li raised his head and smiled. After all, he has a child's temperament. Even if he does not like to talk, but being praised like this, his heart could not help but have a trace of joy.
When Nie Li turned his head around, the man saw his face for the first time. Previously at the ferry, because Nie Li's head was lowered and his black hair was scattered, he couldn't see his appearance. Now that he had a closer look, his heart was shocked.
His appearance was extremely delicate and handsome, like the water of this immortal river, making people feel at peace with just a glance. But looking at his temperament, it is like a vigorous bamboo, elegant and tall. What an elegant youth. The man's admiration in his heart increased.
But to be able to cultivate such temperament, he is actually a boatman. And from what he said, his father is also a boatman. Generations of boatmen? He is an interesting person.
"Little brother, do you know if anything has happened in Gusu City recently?" The man asked. But when he saw Nie Li's puzzled expression, he continued, "I believe that little brother can see that I am not a local. Recently, I heard that a large number of martial artists have entered Gusu City, so I came. "
Hearing this, Nie Li's eyes lit up. However, he did not know what the man was talking about. He shook his head slightly. Seeing this, the man understood. He was not disappointed. How could a child come into contact with the martial world?
When the boat was about to reach the shore, the man stood up and said to Nie Li, "My name is Wang Zhi. If fate wills it, we will meet again." Finished speaking, he lightly landed on the opposite shore with his right foot. Before he left, he left a copper coin on the small wooden table on the boat.
Nie Li looked at the man's figure gradually disappearing. His heart was filled with longing. Is this what it means to be a martial artist? What they step into is the martial world, the martial world.
Returning to the ferry, Nie Li realized that martial artists could be seen everywhere among the people coming and going. Turning his head to look at Uncle Li's boat, he realized that it had already left. It probably left with his father. Nie Li decided to take the boat home.
Pushing open the bamboo door, Nie Li saw that this place had not changed in the past twelve years. He did not smell any fragrance. Nie Li wondered where his father had gone, but he obviously did not want to tell him. There must be something going on. Although his father took good care of him most of the time, he was still a bit mysterious sometimes. However, father and son had a tacit understanding.
Walking to the kitchen, Nie Li made a simple meal to fill his stomach. The sky slowly darkened. There were no stars in the night sky today. Even the moon was covered by thick clouds. Nie Li sat outside for a long time. Seeing that his father had not returned, he thought that he might have spent the night at Uncle Li's house. This kind of thing did happen, but it was very rare. Nie Li returned to his room and lit the oil lamp. He took the bamboo flute from the wall and sat in front of the window. Looking at the bamboo forest in the distance, Black attracted him like a pair of enchanting eyes.
Putting the bamboo flute to his mouth, the ethereal sound of the flute echoed in the forest, causing the bamboo leaves to dance.
Black was as usual. Perhaps the dark clouds were too thick. Looking into the distance, Nie Li felt a bit depressed. He hoped that a thin figure would appear on the forest path.
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew. Nie Li's blurred eyes suddenly opened. Looking at the open window, the oil lamp was about to burn out. Nie Li knew that his father would not come back.
He covered the oil lamp, took off his clothes, got into the quilt and fell asleep.
When he woke up early in the morning, he felt a faint warmth beside him. When he opened his eyes, he found that his father had returned and was lying beside him.
Nie Li's heart was relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief and jumped out of bed to cook for his father.
After he left, Nie Jiangsheng opened his eyes. There was no sign of drowsiness. His eyes were scarlet red, and he looked extremely tired. He looked very human.
The cloth shoes beside the bed were spotless, but there were a few drops of blood and some pieces of flesh on the white soles.
After breakfast, knowing that his father would not get up so early, Nie Li rowed the boat to the ferry. Today's ferry was full of people entering the city. They were surrounded by the soldiers at the gate. After the inspection, they could enter.
"Brother Qian, what's going on?" Nie Li curiously asked a boatman.
"I heard that there was a murder in the city yesterday." The one Nie Li called Brother Qian was a young man in his twenties named Qian Ning. He grew up with Li Shu and they were both villagers of the Immortal Village across the river.
"This kind of thing has not happened for many years." For Nie Li, death seemed very far away. Gusu City's decades of peace had been broken.
"And it wasn't just one person who died. It was more than a hundred people. The whole family was slaughtered." When Qian Ning said this, his face was pale and his voice was trembling.
"What? More than a hundred people? The whole family was slaughtered? How is this possible? Didn't anyone find out? "Nie Li could not imagine that more than a hundred people were killed in one night.
"It seems to be a dispute in the Jianghu. The people who were slaughtered were from the Iron Chain Gang. They were discovered the next morning. Someone found the heads at the gate and hurriedly reported it. Now, the authorities are strictly guarding it."
Looking at the chaotic crowd, Nie Li's eyes were somewhat blurred. The door of the Jianghu was slowly opening for him.
The Nie family's son shows his talent. p.
The grudges of the Jianghu World rise again.
The bloody Jianghu road of massacre. p.
Entering alone without a pagoda.
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