Spring nights in mountain villages are quite chilly. Even the birds and beasts that come out to look for food after winter are very few in number. Even if the birds and beasts come out to look for food, they stay far away from densely populated places like Yangliu Villa.
, after all, the hunters living there have left a deep psychological shadow on them.
As usual, Yang Chaoxi and her mother slept with their feet touching each other. Everywhere on her body and face was swollen with heat, as if thousands of small thorns were stuck in it. It was numb and painful, and she couldn't help but moan softly. Lu Qiuniang couldn't help but moan softly.
I didn't sleep either. I had so many thoughts in my mind. Many things from the past appeared in my mind one by one. When I heard Yang Chaoxi cry out in pain, I came out of my wild thoughts and said softly: "Xi'er, does it hurt to beat you for my mother?"
Yang Zhaoxi had been stubborn for a day, but when her mother asked a soft question, her ice melted away and she cried and replied: "Mom... I miss my father!"
When Lu Qiuniang heard what he said, her nose felt sore and she almost burst into tears, so she forced herself to hold it back: "I beat you because you did something wrong. I want you to remember it so that you won't do it again in the future.
...When you grow up, you will always have to venture out of this mountain. If you make any mistakes again, even if no one can punish you, you must think about the stick you ate today and reflect on it.
Do something good. Only in this way can you truly be worthy of your... cruel and short-lived father..."
Overnight, Lu Qiuniang talked about some of the things she had experienced in the past, and some of the experiences that Yang Sanlang had from getting married, skipping the thrilling ones, and slowly told Yang Zhaoxi. Only then did Yang Zhaoxi know why his father was.
He died tragically, not even a body was left behind. Only then did he begin to understand the huge war disaster that shook the mountains and rivers and brought endless disasters to tens of thousands of people, and he also somewhat understood the determination of his master Chang Yuan when he left.
So in the still young heart, the seed called "ambition" began to sprout. In the past, I practiced martial arts and Taoism mostly for fun, and less often to be better when competing with others. Thinking about it now, it is really true.
He was a bit petty. So why did he practice martial arts and Taoism? He didn't find a clear goal for the moment. He just felt that his ability would be greater, and he would be able to do bigger things and make more changes.
People are living a hard life now. For example, the hometown of Hengzhou, the Forbidden City of Luoyang, and the prosperous capital Chang'an that my mother mentioned. You can take your mother to visit her hometown again. If possible, build some houses in these places to let your mother live.
If I could live a better life, I wouldn't have to work so hard every day... Thinking of this, sleepiness gradually came over me, and the pain in my body seemed to have dozed off, and I finally fell asleep.
In the next few days, Yang Zhaoxi and Niu Pang'er stayed at home to recuperate from their injuries and did not go to the valley school grounds. The children also did not visit any of them as if they had made an agreement. They all abide by Guan Dashi's more stringent training.
Following the martial arts training of "sparring and sparring, stop at the last minute".
Although Yang Chaoxi's body hurts, most of it is skin trauma. In addition to helping her mother light the fire, feed the silkworms, and clean the silkworm silt, she spends most of her time practicing Qigong on the kang. Sometimes she also reads the "Tao Te Ching" given by her master.
" and the annotations in it. When I encountered words I didn't understand, I kicked off my shoes and socks and ran out to seek advice from Wang Tongru, the most knowledgeable old man in the village. He often asked some incredible questions, which made the old man laugh.
Five or six days after arriving, Yang Zhaoxi's injuries were 90% healed, and he began to participate in the morning and evening practices at the Valley School Ground again. However, Niu Pang'er still hadn't come over, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful that he shouldn't have taken it in the first place.
He tried the moves and hit him so hard. What made him even more angry was that because Niu Pang'er was injured, none of the children were willing to practice moves with him. They must have all been bitten by their parents.
I've told you everything.
At this time, Guan Dashi, who was "doing nothing" outside the court, slowly walked over: "Boy Xi! From today on, Shibo will practice with you..." Looking at Yang Chaoxi's depressed expression, Guan Dashi couldn't help but smile proudly.
stand up.
From this day on, the valley school ground changed from its previous seriousness and rigidity. While the group training and some young children were practicing hard, they were all looking forward to the interesting "good show" in the final sparring: one big and one small
When two people compete against each other, the younger one will often be "punched" to the point of being knocked off his feet, while the older one will not pursue the victory, but only teases her with words. The younger one will be so angry that a carp will stand up and charge forward... that is what happened later
Niu Pang'er, who had recovered from his injuries, saw it and was very amused. He clapped his hands and cheered. This scene happened to be seen by the little one, so his "counterattack" became even more fierce...
It's been like this for many days. Counting the time, the day for the four children to return to the Taoist temple is approaching. When they got up for practice that morning, Guan Dashi called the four children to a separate place: "Xi'er, Pang'er, I know you guys
The reason for the dispute that day was just a different understanding of martial arts and Taoism, but later they became really angry, and they no longer looked like Taoists. Although I don't understand the principles taught by the Taoist priests, Shibo still
I want to say that when the four of you go out together, you must stick together and take care of each other. In this way, no one will be alone if anything happens! Do you understand? "
The four children bowed in unison: "Here -" Guan Dashi touched the hair of several people and asked them to join the queue.
During the sparring session that day, Guan Dashi made special arrangements: the four most ferocious men in the regiment's training team would accompany the four children to practice tricks, and emphatically stated that "the subordinates are not allowed to show mercy." Everyone on the field heard this
It was a shock. The four children were not very afraid, but rather eager to try. They also understood in their hearts that this sending off with force was Guan Shibo's "farewell salute" before they returned to the Taoist Temple!
The one who was sparring with Guan Huer was Niu Chong. Although he lost half of his arm and his weapons were changed from long to short, after seven or eight years of hard training, his combat prowess was second only to Guan Dashi, and he was ranked No. 1 in the regiment's training.
The expert of the second strongman raised a wooden knife at this time and slowly walked up. When Guan Huer saw it was him, he smiled respectfully and said: "Uncle Niu Shi uses a short one, and my nephew doesn't dare to take advantage of you, so I will."
Make it shorter." After saying that, he broke off a branch of more than two feet long from his side and made a hand gesture, but it was also a knife-sheathing technique.
Niu Chong also smiled: "My good nephew can do anything! It's just that your aggressive tactics are of little use to me." After saying that, he slashed at it with a knife and shouted, "Look at the knife!" Guan Huer said.
He was already on guard, held it up with his stick, and followed the trend, and the sword missed. But his hand was numb, and he thought to himself: This uncle Niu Shi is so powerful! No wonder dad always said that his method is called "Barbarian Niu Dao Technique".
You have to cheer up. If you lose too badly, won't you be ridiculed to death by Niu Pang'er? From birth to death, these thoughts are just a few turns in your mind, and you don't dare to neglect your hand movements. Two
People started fighting like this "ping ping pong".
The one who competed with Niu Pang'er was actually a man named Hou Ji from the regiment training team. As his name suggests, he was very "monkey-like" in dodging moves, but he had a strong body and used feints frequently. On weekdays, in the regiment training team,
Most of them were scouts. Because Niu Pang'er had injured his shoulder not long ago, the two of them fought with bare hands. But Hou Ji didn't have many killing moves. Instead, he spit on the palm of his hand and smeared it black on the soles of his shoes.
, dodging left and right around Niu Pang'er. Every time he took advantage of his unpreparedness, he would wipe it on his body, arms, and face. Niu Pang'er was so angry that he punched and yelled, but he could rarely touch the corner of his clothes.
Niu Chong looked at him and said, dumbfounded. He took a moment and said, "Pang'er! Stop your brute force and use your horns to deal with it!" Only then did Niu Pang'er wake up and calm down the anxiety in his heart.
He stabilized his lower body, slightly bent his arms, and was no longer led by Hou Ji by the nose. Once he felt Hou Ji take action, he waited for an opportunity to twist him, and then used the corner to throw him. But it was like a lying duck.
The giant turtle only waits for the prey to get close, then stretches out its head and bites it to death. Although it is often broken free, there is always a chance to succeed.
The one who was competing with Sun Hunian was Wang Guanjie. Although this man had an elegant appearance and was indeed literate in poetry and calligraphy, he was known for his bravery and cunning during regiment training. The two of them only used the stone spears they usually used for training.
Sun Hunian originally had a shrewd and flexible fighting style, but Wang Guanjie was taller than him. He fought hard, but his strength was insufficient. He was hit several times on his back and shoulders. However, he retreated and feinted to the left and right, but was caught by his trick moves.
Qiao Jin was broken, and he was still suppressed in the battle group. It was almost a one-sided situation. He had to use his spear to block it, which was miserable.
After fighting like this for a while, the spear in Sun Hunian's hand seemed to have gradually deteriorated after being used for a long time, and was unexpectedly interrupted by Wang Guanjie from the middle. Sun Hunian was stunned for a moment with two broken sticks in his hand, and then he started to think twice, holding both hands in one hand.
The two ends of the broken stick were lowered, and instead of retreating, they advanced. With a close combat distance, both offensive and defensive, they focused on Wang Guanjie's legs and arms, but forced Wang Guanjie to the point where he could not even use the stone spear.
He retreated and retreated.
The person facing Yang Zhaoxi was still Guan Dashi! Yang Zhaoxi clasped his fists and smiled bitterly: "Guan Shibo, I'm so rongqing!" Guan Dashi laughed: "This time, we don't have to go all the way. Boy Xi, be careful!"
Throwing a long stick in his hand over, Yang Zhaoxi stretched out his hand to catch it, but also recognized it. This was the cypress stick used by his father! For a moment, his mood was so agitated that it was difficult to describe...