Lin Zhao looked at the charred jujube tree, and his heart was filled with helplessness. Starting from late at night, the jujube tree that was struck by lightning began to burn. He and Xiao Shitou stayed aside, fearing that the sparks would ignite the house. Fortunately, nothing happened overnight.
But the jujube tree that played an important role in his life from the age of seven to fourteen was just gone.
This jujube tree was planted by my parents back then, but now it was struck by lightning.
"Brother Lin Zhao..."
Little Shitou looked at the jujube tree and said: "It's okay...it's okay..."
"I know, it's okay."
Lin Zhao frowned, of course it was okay. At this moment, he was actually not that dependent on the jujube tree. After all, he could hunt in the mountains and catch fish in the river. He had many skills to survive, but...
…Isn’t it a coincidence that a drought thunder struck my jujube tree out of thin air? There are many trees in this small town, and considering their height, they couldn’t reach our jujube tree, right?
…
"Little Shitou, I'm going fishing. Are you at home or following?"
"Follow!"
"good!"
When two teenagers, one big and one small, went out, Xiao Shitou took the initiative to help Lin Zhao carry the fishing rod and fish basket, which made Lin Zhao's hands free, so he packed up a few ground cages from his backyard and set off together.
In the White Fish Creek, see if you can catch a few more fish. After all, there are two mouths in the family now, and the food consumption is huge.
After leaving the door, he came to the outside of the Lin family's ancestral home.
Little Shitou stopped, looked at a stone lion outside his ancestral house, and said: "Brother Lin Zhao, there is a stone lion in front of your house. I heard my father say before that those who have stone lions in front of their houses are wealthy families.
, was your family also a wealthy family before?"
"I do not know……"
Lin Zhao scratched his head: "My father passed away when I was sensible. After that, my mother fell ill and all the things in the house were sold. So I really don't know if our family was a wealthy family before, but...since we live in the back streets
, I’m sure he won’t be too rich either.”
"Too……"
…
In the afternoon, Lin Zhao continued fishing, but the stone bridge was very lively.
Su Qingjiu and Zhang Liucheng both came. Looking at the dirty little stones, they didn't feel strange at all, and they soon got into a fight. Zhang Liucheng held the scroll in his hand, looked up at the old goose in the Baiyu River in the distance, and said:
"Goose and goose, bending their necks to sing to the sky, white hair floating on the green water, red palms stirring the clear waves, I know the most poetry, so I am Lin Zhao's number one disciple!"
"certainly not!"
Su Qingjiu held the windmill and ran back and forth on both sides of the stone bridge, her face flushed: "I am the fastest runner, and I am brother Lin Zhao's number one disciple, hum!"
Xiao Shitou frowned and said, "I will practice boxing with Lin Zhao in the future. Boxing skills come first, so I should be the number one disciple!"
"snort!"
Zhang Liucheng looked contemptuous and walked on the bridge with his hands behind his back like a little adult, saying: "Practice boxing? There is no future. I will practice swordsmanship in the future and become a swordsman in the sky. I can come and go freely. When the time comes, I will let Lin Zhao be my
The eldest disciple!"
Lin Zhao almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and wished he could slap the little brat into the river to take a bath.
Su Qingjiu pouted: "Brother Lin Zhao, can I be your number one disciple? If not, I can be your number one lackey!"
"snort!"
Zhang Liucheng said: "I am the Sword Immortal. If you say Lin Zhao's number one loser, it's me. When will it be your turn?"
Lin Zhao rolled his eyes: "When did I say I was going to be a loser? Zhang Liucheng, have you finished your homework? How dare you waste your time here? And Xiao Jiuer, have you finished your homework?"
"ah!?"
Su Qingjiu was stunned, then immediately turned around and left, holding the windmill high: "Go home and practice calligraphy~~~"
Zhang Liucheng was not slow, he gently raised his leg when he took a step, and gently put it down. After getting off the stone bridge, he ran home in a hurry: "Young master, if you don't finish your homework, your butt will bloom again~~~"
Lin Zhao secretly laughed.
On the side, Xiao Shitou watched the river flow and said softly: "Brother Lin Zhao, I saw you practicing boxing in the morning. You are very good... what I just said is true. Can I practice boxing with you?"
"sure!"
Lin Zhao smiled: "But first you have to tell me, why do you practice boxing?"
"In order not to be bullied."
There was obsession in Xiao Shitou's eyes: "I don't bully others, but I never want to be bullied by others anymore."
Lin Zhao looked at the bruises on his face and said, "Have you been bullied many times along the way?"
"It's okay..."
Xiao Shitou smiled: "When I learn brother Lin Zhao's boxing skills in the future, those people will no longer be able to bully me."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "My boxing technique is called Farmer's Three Fist. The person who taught me boxing said that this boxing technique was used by a farmer to kill time, so it is just a third-rate boxing technique. If you really want to learn it, you will have a better future."
No regrets?"
"No regrets!"
"Okay, starting from tonight, you can set up boxing stakes and open boxing frames with me, and learn slowly."
"Um!"
…
In the evening, close up and go home.
Today's fish catch can only be regarded as average, less than three kilograms in total. Fortunately, Lin Zhao made a lot of money selling wild boar meat last time. If the family just makes pancakes and rice, the expenses are not too big.
In the evening, we still had a snack. Xiao Shitou was too thin and needed to supplement his nutrition. A plate of green garlic mountain pork, a plate of crucian carp soup, and a few flatbreads were enough for the two of them to eat and drink.
When the two of them finished eating, someone knocked on the door again.
There were three people outside the door, one was Zhao Jin, the other was Zhao Yan, and the blacksmith Zhao Tai. Everyone from the Zhao family came.
"This is?"
Lin Zhao was slightly startled.
Zhao Yan smiled and said: "Zhao Jin's injury has almost improved in the past two days, so we brought him over to apologize to you in person. Lin Zhao, please don't take it personally."
Lin Zhao was already quite alert: "Well, it's okay."
Zhao Taidao: "Lin Zhao, I'm sorry...it was our family Jin'er who was aggressive before, and now he has also suffered a heavy price. Let's cancel the feud between the two of you here."
As he said this, he placed a bag of flour on the wooden table and said, "This is thirty kilograms of flour. This is our apology."
"ah?"
Lin Zhao was startled: "It's okay, it's okay."
When he said nothing was wrong, he looked around with his eyes to see if there was anything fishy, and stared at Zhao Yan closely. Last time, this woman came, and his jujube tree was chopped down. This time
You must keep an eye on her.
Zhao Yan secretly found it funny. A mere second-level martial artist didn't have the hearing and eyesight of a spiritual practitioner. Just because he wanted to discover the hands and feet of a sixth-level spiritual practitioner really felt like a frog in the well.
While speaking, Zhao Yan flipped her palm, and another talisman was quietly attached to the bedside wrapped in invisible spiritual energy. This time it was the same. As a martial artist, Lin Zhao's insight was not strong enough. Coupled with the disparity in realms, he
There is even less chance of discovering this talisman.
…
Night, Zhao family residence.
"Is it done?" Zhao Tai asked.
"Um."
Zhao Yan nodded and smiled and said: "Before I went down the mountain, Master gave me this sword-lighting talisman. It is said to be a masterpiece enshrined by a ten-level galaxy sword cultivator in the sect. This sword-lighting talisman will burn on its own at midnight, and the order will be issued.
How easy is it to kill a second-level warrior with a sword equivalent to a sixth-level sword cultivator? Moreover, once the sword-lighting talisman is burned, there will be no trace. No matter whether it succeeds or not, no one will doubt our Zhao family. After all,
When that little bastard Lin Zhao was beheaded with a sword, our Zhao family were all in our own homes and had no idea."
"good!"
Zhao Tai stroked his palms and chuckled: "My sister is a fairy on the mountain, she is really extraordinary!"
"snort!"
Zhao Yan glanced at Zhao Tai and said: "Brother, if it wasn't for Jin'er's sake, I would never do this favor for you. I followed my master to practice in the mountains and had already forgotten my worldly identity. This is also why I helped Zhao
This is the last time for my family, if you cause any trouble again in the future, I will never get involved."
"Don't worry, sister, once this little bastard Lin Zhao dies, our Zhao family will have no grudges in the backstreets."
…
midnight.
Lin Zhao and Xiao Shitou, two teenagers, one older and one younger, were already sound asleep, and right next to Lin Zhao's bed, the sword-lighting talisman was slowly burning at an invisible speed.
Lin Zhao, in a dream.
He dreamed of his father and mother, and that feeling of family affection was very familiar to him. Although he had suffered a brain injury and had forgotten what his parents looked like in the real world, he still saw people in ancient costumes.
He couldn't help but burst into tears about the couple. When his parents called him "Xiao Zhao" softly, he burst into tears.
In the dream, seven-year-old Lin Zhao was still young and tired of crying. He sat on a tree stump in the yard and stared at the stars in the sky.
"Daddy."
"Mother."
"I'm fine, don't worry about me... Are you okay over there?"
The young man burst into tears again.
The young man looked up and saw a bright sword light falling from the sky in a straight line. Then, there was a roar of a wild beast from the door of the ancestral home. Then, a golden lion with its body covered in golden light rose into the sky, its claws danced wildly, fighting the thing in the air.
A sword energy that is about to cut down.
…
Early the next morning, Lin Zhao got up.
When he was carrying the basin to the well to fetch water, he heard people talking outside.
"What's going on? How could the lion at the door of the Lin family's house be like this..."
"Huh? It's strange. This is such a fast knife. It can cut off a lion's head with just one blow."
"Shh... Lin Zhao has been a pitiful child since he was a child. He killed his parents. Maybe he was cursed by God. This lion in charge of the house must have blocked him!"
"That's probably the case. This kid Lin Zhao... is not lucky, but he is such a good kid. In the two years before Sister-in-law Qin left, this kid was always busy. Alas... pitiful
,Thanks to this child being smart since he was a child, otherwise he would not know where he would starve to death."
…
Lin Zhao quickly went out, and the scene in front of him shocked him.
My father left behind two stone lions back then. One of them was moved away by the army early, and the remaining one was no longer preserved. The lion's head fell to the ground and was neatly cut off. The incision was extremely smooth.
