In Yunxi Town, there is a simple small courtyard beside the arch bridge outside Niuti Alley.
Logically speaking, for people in town, basically there is a vegetable patch outside the house, so that the family can eat home-grown vegetables while working hard.
Potholes are unavoidable, but although there is a small vegetable patch in this yard, the road is surprisingly smooth. Because the child named He Xu was worried that his blind sister He Xi would accidentally fall, so he deliberately used a shovel from a distance to
The soil was brought and all the potholes on the ground were filled.
There is a cobblestone path leading from the courtyard door to the room door, which sparkles in the sun. If you step on it, you can return to the room even with your eyes closed. This is because He Xu ran against the scorching sun.
I went to the river outside the town and picked them up one by one.
Behind the door, there is a stick about three feet long and covered with thorns. It comes from a kind of black locust tree also known as Bird Never Rest. It has been soaked in water all year round. It is a little yellowish in color. The end of the stick is protected by a thick red
Wrapped in silk.
Several times, the scoundrels in the town tried to frivolous He Xi, but He Xu held this "magic weapon" and beat him up and down. The thorns on the pole still contained some poison and were not fatal, but the place where they were stabbed
It will be like burning for three days in a row, and the pain and itching will be unbearable.
It was midsummer and the weather was a bit sultry, so the two siblings did not go to the street to sing or sing. He Xi sat on a swaying chair, playing the pipa in his hand, and sang a melodious tune.
The girl's eyes were still dull gray.
He Xu stood on a small bench and was not taller than the stove, busying himself with lunch alone. At this time, the pine leaves were still fresh and green, and it was not easy to make a fire to make rice. His little face was blackened by the smoke.
I was afraid that the smoke would choke my sister, so I quickly fanned myself.
He Xi was singing when he suddenly stopped and sat on a chair holding the pipa.
He Xu was a little unhappy, pouted and said: "Sister, are you thinking about that bastard Xia Ze again!"
He Xi pursed her lips and smiled: "What's wrong with Xia Ze? He has helped us a lot these years. The stick behind the door was left to you by him. Don't you like it too?"
He Xu over the stove was speechless for a moment. Indeed, Xia Ze would bring things here every year and festival these years, either a sling of money or rice, flour, grain and oil. Of course, without exception, He Xu would drive him out. He also
Not annoyed, he put the things down from outside the fence and left.
"But everyone in the town is saying that he, Xia Ze, is some kind of broken army. His father, mother, and his eldest brother were all killed by him. Even if our two families have a baby marriage, that's not the case.
It happened in the past..."
He Xu didn't say any more, because He Xi's face was already faintly angry.
Since their parents passed away due to illness, He Xi and He Xu have been dependent on each other. He Xi has never lost her temper with him, and even if she gets angry again, she just keeps silent.
He Xu cautiously walked to He Xi and whispered: "Sister, I'm just afraid. I'm afraid you won't want me either..."
He Xi said nothing and touched He Xu's head.
Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.
"Who is it?" He Xu touched the yellow-green acacia stick behind the door.
"it's me."
He Xu opened the door a small crack, and standing outside the door was a man in sixties with a gray beard, and a man dressed as an officer, estimated to be in his thirties, with a simple knife hanging on his waist.
The name of the old man in his sixties is Qian Dai. Yunxi Town is a small place and there are no county offices or imperial envoys. He is known as the clan leader here and handles large and small affairs according to the clan rules. In recent years, he has been constantly dealing with the two countries of Qi and Zhou, earning a lot of money.
earned a lot.
He Xu didn't like him. This old bastard often took advantage of He Xu by saying some nasty words while he was away.
"Is something wrong?" He Xu rolled his eyes.
Qian Dai stretched out his hand and pretended to hit him, and cursed: "You little bastard, you are so ignorant of good people's hearts. This military master is the commander of the Victory Army from Da Qi. I heard that your sister has a pipa, which looks like a treasure.
I want to spend a lot of money to buy it.”
He Xu looked at the man behind him suspiciously, and then at the simple knife at his waist. The latter took in all this and smiled.
"Clan Chief Qian, please forgive He Xi for being rude. This Pipa was left to me by my father and mother. I will not sell it."
The man spoke slowly: "Miss He Xi, doing business is about being friendly and making money. It's up to you whether to sell it or not. It's better for you to listen to my offer and then consider whether to sell the Pipa to me."
He Xi's voice came from the room: "No matter how much money you pay, I won't sell it if I say I won't sell it."
"Is there really no room for negotiation?"
Seeing that his sister was so resolute, He Xu was about to chase them away with a stick. Unexpectedly, the man's expression changed and he slowly took a step forward. In a moment, He Xu felt as if he had been hit hard in the abdomen and collapsed to the ground with a muffled groan.
"He Xu! What's wrong with you?"
Although He Xi is blind, her hearing has been different from ordinary people over the years. She heard the sound in the yard, and her brother's voice suddenly dropped. She suddenly felt something bad. Just as she was about to walk out of the house, she stumbled and fell to the ground.
Qian Dai and the man sneered, and the man even stepped on He Xu.
"Sister...run...run..."
He Xu turned pale, clutching his stomach and collapsed to the ground, crying, watching Qian Dai and the man walk step by step towards the room...
It was noon, and the sun was so poisonous that it seemed like it was going to melt you.
In the yard behind the tea shop.
Xia Ze was facing the scorching sun, sweating profusely, standing in the middle of the yard, with the Zhuang Gong in the boxing book. The movements of the Zhuang were simple and unpretentious, but the name was resounding - Tiandi Liangyi Zhuang.
The practitioner is required to stand with his feet separated and his elbows on the mountain, moving up and down. During the hottest time of the day, he should practice this position for an hour without moving at all.
There is an old saying: If you don't practice boxing with stances, you will panic on the spot; if you practice boxing without stances, your house will have no pillars.
By practicing this pile, Xia Ze officially entered the first realm of martial arts, the stubborn stone realm.
He got the boxing book yesterday, but he couldn't stand Li You's old master-like prudery, and Fu Qi was busy on the stove, so he turned to Mu Tao.
He just didn't know how to read, so he asked Mu Tao to read out the rare characters he didn't recognize, which involved the acupoints and meridians of the body's small and large heavens, and the key points of luck were repeatedly demonstrated and emphasized.
That night, in front of Mu Tao, he flipped the pages of the broken boxing book with his hands. As the pages turned, the villain in the book came to life in front of his eyes with each move. One night.
Then he wrote down the boxing score.
Even Mu Tao had to sigh that this guy was quite smart and learned boxing very quickly.
After enduring it for a long time, my whole body was sore and numb, and I finally finished the two hours of Zhuang Kung Fu. According to the boxing manual, the Yang energy during this period is the strongest, and it is most suitable for pure martial artists to polish their bodies. When the level gradually improves, they have to practice in heavy snow weather.
Lean on the pile, sit on the pile and other pile skills.
Mu Tao and Fu Qi carried stools and held melon seeds in their hands, and came to the yard to inspect the progress of Xia Ze's practice. Even Li You, who was gradually getting better, walked out of the house and leaned against the door.
Xia Ze deliberately showed off in front of Mu Tao, shouted in a pretentious manner, and punched brazenly. Each move was accompanied by the sound of his clothes breaking in the wind, making a crackling sound, and he was full of momentum.
The left foot hits the ground heavily, and he strikes out with a support hammer, followed by a support palm move diagonally upward, following up with the right foot, wearing sleeves, closing the elbow, and leaning against the mountain!
There was a bang and a huge cloud of dust was raised.
Xia Ze slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, stopped his movements, and peeked at Mu Tao's reaction from the corner of his eye.
Mu Tao smacked the melon seeds and nodded in approval. It was quite good to be able to achieve this level of martial arts on the first day.
Fu Qi poured melon seeds into Li You's hand and gave a thumbs up: "Shopkeeper Xia is truly a martial arts genius that is rare to see in ten thousand years. I admire you."
Li You muttered to himself and nodded: "As expected, this boxing score is really mediocre."
Xia Ze frowned, there was something in this kid's words.
He immediately walked into the house and took out the Lihuo Bahuang Sword left by Lin Luqing. Most of the fire spirit on the sword had dissipated, and it was lifeless. Only when passing by Mu Tao, there was a glimmer of light.
Xia Ze stood in the middle of the yard with his sword in hand, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his eyes closed tightly.
The three of Mu Tao, Li You, Fu Qi looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine this guy was selling in his gourd.
A gust of wind blew by, and Xia Ze suddenly opened his eyes. The Lihuo Bahuang Sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed, and he danced the sword with both hands like a round fan. He walked, teased, shook, and stabbed, one move after another, like mountains with green mountains, and then another.
Like a fire dragon patrolling the heaven and earth.
His realm is not high, but his sword intent is like a raging wave, spreading out in all directions. This sword technique is exactly the one Mu Tao used in the competition with Lin Luqing yesterday.
Ever since Xia Ze saw it by chance, the strange feeling in his eyes kept replaying this sword technique in his mind. By some strange coincidence, he actually remembered it and learned it seven or eight times.
Similar.
Li You and Fu Qi looked at Mu Tao in the middle at the same time. The melon seeds in the latter's hand were scattered on the ground, dumbfounded.
Xia Ze had already entered a state of total selflessness. The semi-immortal weapon in his hand was very heavy, but he was able to execute it one move after another, heartily.
And this strong sword intent was constantly washing away his martial arts body, and it seemed that he was one step closer to the second realm of martial arts.
As his martial arts energy climbed to its peak, Xia Ze thrust out with his sword.
The fire spirit on the sword swept the sword's intention and bombarded the courtyard wall. The courtyard wall made of red earth, after an explosion, the mud and sand on the wall spewed out like a fountain, and a man and a half appeared out of thin air.
A big, high hole.
Xia Ze was a little exhausted. He sat on the ground and gasped for air. He smiled and asked Mu Tao: "Are you okay?"
"Just so-so."
Mu Tao's face looked like a ripe peach, and she turned around and walked out of the yard.
Xia Ze was really confused for a moment.
"What's wrong with Miss Mu? What did I do wrong to make her unhappy?"
Fu Qi, Li You, and Li You looked at each other and laughed heartily. Fu Qi was already a bit fat, and the flesh on his face was squeezed into a ball when he smiled.
Fu Qi suppressed his smile and said: "Boss Xia, you don't know, this swordsmanship is Mu Tao's family swordsmanship. It has always been passed down from male to female. Only after the parents nod, the husband-in-law
Only then can you practice this sword technique."
Xia Ze suddenly felt relieved, and the roots of his ears were also a little red.
"Xia Ze!" Mu Tao's voice suddenly came from outside the tea shop.
A child took one step faster than Mu Tao and fell to the ground with a plop. When he raised his head, tears, snot, and blood were all mixed together: "Xia Ze... hurry... save my sister! My sister gave me the money bag...