"Uncle Zhou, are you at home?" A group of eleven or twelve children came to the door of a courtyard and called.
"I don't know, I don't know, I'm not at home, I'm going to play." An impatient voice came from the room.
Several children stuck out their tongues and ran away with a smile. One of the little boys with a sharp camera said: "I know where Brother Daodao is, but I don't dare to go there." When the other children heard this, they all shouted:
"I know it too, I know it too."
"How about we go there and play?" one of the children suggested.
"I won't go if I don't want to. My parents won't let me go. Besides, that place is so eerie and scary."
"I'm not going either. It will get dark soon and I have to go home." After a while, the group of children dispersed.
This is a small village at the foot of the mountain, called Zhoujiacun. The village is not very big. It usually relies on the reclaimed mountain land to grow some crops, and sometimes goes into the mountains to hunt. The life is pretty good, and it feels like a paradise.
The back of the village leads directly to the mountain. No one living nearby knows how big the mountain is. People who usually hunt don’t dare to go deep into it. They can only walk a few dozen miles before returning. They are afraid of getting lost if they go further in.
But there is a valley about ten miles behind the village. This valley is bare, covered with trees and not even a root of grass. If you look at it from above, you will find a huge palm print in the middle of the valley. That's right.
A big handprint. In the middle of the handprint lay a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. The boy was very thin, with an ordinary appearance and a thin face, but his eyes looked very energetic. The boy looked up.
Looking at the sky, the moon was already a little out. I muttered, "It's time to go home." Then I slowly climbed out of the handprint. After I got up, I looked at the valley again and then turned around and went home.
In the eyes of the villagers, this is a very strange valley. There are deep pits, handprints, and fist marks in the valley. What's even more outrageous is that a hill next to it seems to have been split open with an axe, and a road in the middle has just been passed by.
The elders in the village said that it was caused by a fight between gods in the sky. It is best not to go there, as you will be haunted by ghosts and so on. Therefore, people in the village usually go around it when hunting. And they do not want their children to play there.
As soon as the boy arrived at the entrance of the village, a group of children asked him, "Brother Daodao is back", "Isn't that fun?" and "Are there any ghosts?"
"Okay, okay, I'm going home. What the hell is going on? And don't call me Brother Daodao, call me Brother Zhou Dao." "I know, I know, Brother Daodao, hehe."
When Zhou Dao returned home, his father was reading a book. Zhou Dao's father was called Zhou Wenwen, a very scholarly name. He was called a nerd by the villagers. Reading in the mountains was useless. No matter how much he could read, he could not make a living. Since he died,
After his wife, the family never had a good meal. It can be seen from Zhou Dao's thin body, but Zhou Dao admires his father very much, because in his eyes, his father knows a lot of things. At least he can read, and in the village
There is no one who knows;
Zhou Dao started to read since he was a child. He asked, "Why do you need to study?" His father said, "After you finish studying, you don't have to worry about it." But he was very confused by this sentence. Until Zhou Dao went to the valley,
After he came back, he asked if reading could make him as powerful as the gods, and he was beaten up. Although he was beaten, Zhou Dao still went to the valley to play when he had time. But why he wanted to study, he never asked again.
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After dinner in the evening, Zhou Dao couldn't sleep while lying on the bed. Are those marks really caused by gods? How could humans be so powerful? If only I were gods... He fell asleep in a daze.
.In my dream, I also dreamed that I had become a god and punched a hole in the mountain.
Zhou Dao was awakened by the sound of rain. When he got up, it was already dawn. He looked outside the door and saw that it was raining heavily. He could only see twenty or thirty meters. At this time, his father should be in a daze with a book. He walked to the kitchen.
I made some food and brought a bowl of porridge to my father and put it on the table. Then I moved a stool and sat at the door in a daze.
The heavy rain didn't stop until the afternoon, but I couldn't go out anymore. I had no choice but to go to my father's place to get some books to read. Zhou Dao didn't like to read the books his father taught, so he often took advantage of his father's absence.
When I was there, I read some unofficial history essays.
After two days, the work on the road was almost done, and Zhou Dao was called by the children to play. In the afternoon, Zhou Dao thought: It has been a long time since I went to the valley to play. Let's have a look in the afternoon. By the time we reached the valley, the sun had already set in the west.
As soon as he entered the valley, Zhou Dao felt that this place was different from usual. He couldn't tell what was different, and it felt strange. Zhou Dao came to the place where he usually played and sat down, and he noticed that there was something different on the mountain wall opposite.
Wherever Zhou Dao got up, he looked and saw that it seemed to be a cave. He had been here many times before and never found it. This time, however, the heavy rain a few days ago washed away the soil and rocks, and the entrance to the cave was revealed.
Zhou Dao stepped forward and took a careful look and thought: There will be no snakes. He picked up a stone and carefully threw it in. It seemed like there was no movement. Then he stepped forward and carefully opened the hole, and found that the hole was not small.
It was almost the same as the front door of my own home. I glanced at the dark entrance and felt a little scared for no reason. After hesitating for a while, I gave up the plan to go in. Then I left the valley with one step and three steps. I lay in bed at night and kept thinking about it.
What's there? There can't be gods? Yes, it may be gods, otherwise how could the traces of Xiao Gu come about. Thinking that tourists could be gods, Zhou Dao became excited mentally. He wanted to go and have a look, but it was so late.
It's so dark, I'm scared just thinking about it, so I might as well wait until tomorrow.
The next day, I didn’t even eat breakfast, so I hurriedly went to the kitchen to get flint and went on the road, and made a torch at the door. Then I trotted all the way to the mountain road under the puzzled eyes of the villagers. When I walked into the valley, it was still the same as yesterday.
I still felt something was wrong. I looked around and saw nothing. I came to the entrance of the cave and lit the torch. With my heart racing, I walked into the cave cautiously step by step. After walking in, I found that the cave was very shallow and you could see the whole end at a glance. Zhou Dao felt very sad.
I was disappointed. Just when I was thinking about exiting, I saw something in the corner of the cave. I took a closer look and ran out of the cave entrance in fright. I took a few deep breaths outside the cave and felt better. After thinking about it, I felt better.
Went in with a torch.
It turns out that there is a skeleton in the cave. I don’t know how many years it has been. There is nothing around it. It is estimated that it has rotted into ashes over time.
Zhou Dao stepped forward and kicked him carefully. He felt his body go numb, and then he saw that the skeleton had also turned into ashes. Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat, and when he was about to leave, he found that there seemed to be light scattered in the ashes, and then he walked up cautiously.
I went forward, jumped with the torch, and found a small bead.
Zhou Dao took the bead and walked outside the cave. Only when he was outside could he see it clearly. It turned out to be a small purple bead, about the size of a thumb. He looked at the sun and saw that it was all purple. After looking at it for a while, he felt that it was nothing, so he was about to put it down.
He went into his pocket, and because he had been looking at the beads and not paying attention to his feet, he was kicked by a stone on the ground. When he got up, he found that a layer of skin had been wiped off his knees, and bloodshot eyes came out. Zhou Dao wiped them with his hands and didn't stop.
Yi. He picked up the bead that fell on the ground and was about to go home, but as soon as his hand touched the bead, it emitted a dazzling purple light, and Zhou Dao fainted in the light. Then he saw the purple light getting brighter and brighter, until finally
The entire valley turned purple, and even the sky was reflected in purple. After about an hour, the light slowly weakened until it was gone. At this time, the purple beads disappeared, and only Zhou Dao was unconscious on the ground.
At this time, ten thousand miles away from the small valley, there was a mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles. There was a world-famous sect in the mountain range: Wangxing Pavilion. A middle-aged man was sitting in a cave in the forbidden area of Wangxing Pavilion.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and remained motionless like a stone statue. At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his closed eyes, and there seemed to be two divine lights flashing through his eyes.
At the same time, masters from Qi Lianshan Villa, Five Elements Sect, Zen Sect, Xuanyin Sect, and other sects as well as some casual cultivators all set their sights on the place emitting purple light. For a time, various sects were discussing and speculating.
What happened.
The moment the purple light lit up, Zhou Dao felt as if he had entered a dream. And it was an extremely confusing dream. Zhou Dao felt like a dream he had when he had a high fever when he was a child. He felt that something was slowly changing.
Bright, it seemed to be round at first, and then it turned into various shapes and colors. It was so gorgeous that it made people feel dizzy. It seemed that there was something squeezing around me, and there seemed to be something in my mind that suddenly grew bigger and smaller.
!It is suddenly thick and thin, and the pressure on the head is very uncomfortable.
While Zhou Dao continued to be unconscious, a man in black came quickly from a distance and arrived at the valley in a few breaths. After arriving at the valley, he searched the surroundings, except for a cave and a young man lying on the ground.
Nothing was found. The man in black first looked at the child on the ground, then entered the cave again. After a while, he came out again, picked up the child on the ground, looked around, and disappeared for a few hours.
When Zhou Dao woke up, he found that he was lying on the bed at home, and his father was lying beside the bed, seemingly asleep. Zhou Dao sat up, touched his head and felt very confused, and he felt that he was not as normal as usual.
Too same.
Just as Zhou Dao was about to get out of bed, his father woke up. Seeing Zhou Dao wake up with a smile on his face, he immediately stepped forward and touched Zhou Dao's little head: "Is everything okay?" "Is everything okay?" Zhou Dao was very confused.
Brat, you said it was okay. I told you not to run around and not go to that small valley. Now something happened." Something happened. Zhou Dao was still confused. "Okay, okay, just wake up. You
I don’t know that you have been sleeping for three days. If you don’t wake up, I will be very anxious. I’m hungry. Come and eat something quickly.”
After Zhou Dao got up, he went to the door of the room and looked outside and felt something was wrong. He rubbed his eyes and looked again and found that he could see farther and clearer than usual. Even the hills in the distance felt closer than usual, "Hey, what's wrong?
What’s going on? I’m not dreaming?”
"By the way, father, how did I come back?" Zhou Dao asked during the meal. "Well, an old gentleman sent you back. He went out after seeing you back. It seems that he will come back in a few days." He just finished talking about Zhou.
Dao then heard footsteps coming from the door. Zhou Wenwen looked at it and then stood up in surprise: "Ah, the old gentleman is here. Come on, please sit down. Have you eaten?" Haha, I have eaten, I have eaten.
, Mr. Zhou, you're welcome, um, Xiaodao is awake?" Zhou Dao looked curiously at an old man in black who came in. He had a kind face, a thin face, a long beard, and piercing eyes. At this time, his eyes were
Look at yourself without blinking.
Zhou Daozheng felt a little embarrassed, but he heard his father say: "It was this old Mr. Lu who brought you back from the valley. If you don't get up quickly to say thank you, it's really not polite at all."
Zhou Dao quickly stood up: "Thank you, old gentleman!" "Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome."
The old man glanced at Zhou Dao and then said to Zhou Wenwen: "Mr. Zhou, I want to accept your son as his apprentice. What do you think?"
"Be an apprentice?" Both father and son were surprised.
"Yes, I see that your master's fine bones and extraordinary appearance are a good material for martial arts training. I wonder what Mr. Zhou's plan is?"
"Practice martial arts?" The father and son were full of doubts again.
"Yes!" The old man thought for a while: "Come and follow me."
Then the three people came to the yard. "Did you see that stone?" The old man pointed to a large bluestone in the yard and said. The stone was about one meter long and half a meter wide. "You saw it." The father and son looked blank.
, isn’t this just a stone? “Look!” The old man raised his hand and waved it towards the stone, feeling very casual and free.
"Bang!" The father and son's eyes widened. Zhou Dao was stunned for a moment, and even ran forward to stare at the place where the stone was placed. A big stone that was fine just now was shattered, and it was so broken that it couldn't be broken any more.
"Haha, how can this kind of kung fu be good?" He laughed looking at the expressions of the father and son.
There is nothing much to say. In this case, the master-disciple relationship is of course confirmed. According to the old man’s narration, his name is Lu Ziming and he belongs to a sect called “Tianlongmen”. And he seems to be an elder in it. When the old man mentioned this
A little proud. Finally, the father and son heard that they would go back to Shanmen to practice martial arts in the future. Sometimes they couldn't go home for many years. Both father and son hesitated.
When the old man saw this, he said: "Does a man want to stay at home for the rest of his life? Does Mr. Zhou want to watch his son stay in the ravine for the rest of his life? You must know that the outside world is very big, and although you can't live forever after learning martial arts, you can't live forever.
There is no problem if you live hundreds of years."
"How many hundred years old?"
"Yes, I think Xiaodao is very talented. If you were an ordinary person, you might not have a chance. Besides, I don't want to leave now. I'll stay here for a while and practice my basic skills first." Zhou Wenwen did not say anything in the end.
What? He just looked at his son with a face full of reluctance and love.
In this way Zhou Dao embarked on the path of martial arts.