surnamed Wang

In the forest, a black horse with a white forehead was walking along the path from north to south. On the horse's back were two figures, one large and one small, who seemed to be a father and son.

"Boy, do you know what to do when we get there soon?" the man asked.

The tough-looking boy raised his head and replied:

"I know, it's still the same as before, saying that my mother was killed by evil people, and you have to learn skills to take revenge."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

"Then I will kneel in front of his house."

"Hey, you're so cute."

The man rubbed the child's head. It was obviously not the first time he had done this.

The two of them walked forward and reached the edge of the forest at noon. The view here was wide, and beyond was a low hillside. There was a stone tablet at the junction of the two, and a young man was sitting next to the tablet.

The opponent was wearing a cotton outfit, with a dogtail in his mouth, his hair tied back casually, and a rough-made iron sword slung around his waist, looking like a run-down ranger.

The young man rested next to the stone monument with his eyes slightly closed. He heard the approaching sound of horse hooves and never opened his eyes.

Immediately the man saw this and pulled the reins, raised his hands and asked:
"Brother, may I ask if this place is Zui Niupo?"

The young man opened one eye and glanced at him, said "Hmm" from his nose, and then nothing more happened.

The man was not displeased by his attitude and continued to ask politely:

"Excuse me, does Senior Ye Jianye live here?"

Hearing this, the young man opened his eyes completely, looked at the man up and down, then looked at the child in his arms, and said with a smile:
"Did you also learn the sword from Old Man Ye?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, the boy in his arms twitched his nose first and said with an aggrieved face:
"My mother was killed by a thief, and my father wants to learn art to avenge her."

"Oh~ That old guy has a weird temper and may not agree, but you can try."

As he spoke, he pointed to a lonely wooden house on the mountain, but his eyes kept looking at the snow-white sword on the side of the man's waist. The latter smiled awkwardly, said thanks with a cupped hand, and drove his horse up the mountain. .

The hillside of Zuiniupo is low and gentle with no trees, only some shrubs and weeds. A path that has been trampled all year round leads directly to the top of the slope. It can be regarded as a paradise with unique scenery.

After the father and son walked away, the young man sitting next to the stone tablet smiled. He took out something similar to a skill book from his arms and looked through it. He made tut-tsk sounds from time to time and gestured with his hand as a sword.

Time passed quickly, and it was dusk before he knew it. The young man took a look at the sky, put away the secret book, stood up, patted his buttocks and walked to the woods beside him while humming a tune.

After a while, the silent woods became noisy. The deer, deer, rabbits and even sparrows were frightened and fled in all directions. Following closely behind them was the ranger, carrying two unlucky rabbits in his hand, walking slowly towards the hillside next to him.

After peeling and rinsing, he gathered firewood and started a fire. In a short while, the aroma of meat filled the air. The young man sprinkled a handful of soulful spices on the barbecue, and the aroma became more and more attractive.

In front of the wooden house on the top of the mountain, two figures, big and small, were already kneeling. The little boy obviously couldn't resist the smell of meat. He raised his nose and sniffed hard, and his saliva dripped down.

"Gollum..."

The boy's stomach growled unsatisfactorily. He glanced at the man next to him, but the man remained indifferent. He could only hold his stomach and suppress the greed in his heart.

At this time, the door of the house opened, and a man in his fifties came out. He looked at the father and son kneeling on the ground, then looked at the fire halfway up the mountain, and cursed:
"This bastard is grilling meat in front of my door again, and he's not afraid of attracting wolves."

As he said that, he passed the two of them and walked toward the fire.

Seeing the other person walking away, the boy looked at the man again and said pitifully:

"I'm hungry…"

"Hold on, this must be Senior Ye's test for us."

After the man finished speaking, he closed his eyes. The boy looked back at the fire, swallowed his saliva, and also learned to close his eyes.

Beside the bonfire, You Xiaer and Ye Jian were holding a rabbit and gnawing at it. The young man glanced at the kneeling father and son in the distance from time to time and asked:

"Are you really going to leave them alone?"

"When they get tired, they will leave naturally. I have seen many people like this." The young man chewed a few mouthfuls of meat and said:
"Your swordsmanship is not gold, what can you do if you teach it to him?"

Ye Jian stopped when he heard the words, wiped his mouth and raised his head and said:

"I have lived for most of my life and traveled all over the country for many years, and finally I realized a truth.

Money can solve [-]% of the problems, and power can solve [-]% of the problems. Martial arts alone can not solve the problems, but will only increase the troubles. Therefore, I chose to bury my sword here and plan to ignore the Jianghu affairs for the rest of my life. "

"You ignore Jianghu affairs, but Jianghu affairs will come to you. What if someone comes to challenge you in the future?"

"Haha, I'm not bragging. There are really not many people in the world right now who can show off their skills."

After Ye Jian finished speaking, he lowered his head to eat the barbecue again. The young man shook his head and smiled and stopped talking.

……

Early the next morning, the old man opened the door. The father and son were still guarding outside yesterday. The man's eyes were slightly bloodshot, and it was obvious that he had not slept all night. The child next to him could no longer hold on, and fell asleep with his head on the ground and his buttocks sticking out.

Ye Jian just glanced at the two of them, then walked down the mountain with his ax in hand. Passing by the stone monument, the ranger who had been hanging around these days was eating steamed buns.

"Old man Ye, are you awake? Do you want some meat buns?"

The young man handed over a hot steamed bun. Ye Jian was not polite, raised his hand and took it:

"Boy Wang, if you're not here to seek revenge, and if you're not asking me for advice, what are you doing here all day?"

The young man chuckled and said with unabashed contempt:
"As for your three-legged cat kung fu, it's useless to teach me, and I don't even learn it."

"Good boy, you are the first one in the world who dares to master my three-legged cat kung fu."

"Then your sky is too small. Can you sit in a well and look at the sky?"

The young man continued to make sarcastic remarks, and Ye Jian resisted the urge to hit him with an axe.

While he was blowing his beard and staring, the ranger stood up and patted his butt and said:

"If you don't take action, I'll leave."

After saying that, he walked towards the mountain by himself. It was not until he was far away that the old man, who had been walking alone for a long time, turned around and went into the woods.

On the top of the mountain, the boy had fallen asleep with snot bubbles. He dreamed that the boss had a plate of meat buns placed in front of him. Whenever he wanted to get closer, the plate would move away from him like long legs. But when he wanted to give up, the plate would come closer to him. in front of.

After repeating this for many times, the young man was so angry that he opened his eyes and saw a horrible evil guy holding a bun and swinging it back and forth next to his nose.

"Little guy, what's your name?" the man asked.

"Chu Lichun."

The boy replied subconsciously, but then he realized something was wrong and quickly covered his mouth.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to care about his name. He handed the bun in front of him and said:
"I see you've been hungry all day. Eat quickly."

Although the boy was greedy, he did not reach out to take it. Instead, he turned to look at his "father". You Xiaer thrust the bun into his hand, put his hands in his sleeves and said:
"If you want to learn the sword, just kneel down by yourself, why bother a child?"

The kneeling man turned his head and glanced at him, but did not reply.

The ranger was very familiar with himself. He got closer and continued:
"Old Ye Tou will not accept the soft. Even if you kneel down in the ground, it will be useless. I have a way for him to teach you."

"Why do you want to help me?" The man looked at him strangely.

"Just think of it as my impulse to do something good."

The young man showed a sly smile, and at the same time, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the white sword on the opponent's waist again.

... (end of this chapter)