I make a living solving crimes.

(I went to a parents' meeting. I caught a cold and felt dizzy. I took out the extra chapter I wrote before to make up the number.)

(At the motivational mobilization meeting for senior high school students, I don’t know where the so-called lecturer was invited from. Apart from the screaming and music, the whole time, the words “understand the applause” kept echoing in my mind. I mean, where did those people from the success studies go? It turns out they have all made it to school. The key is that my daughter’s high school is a key high school. It’s so LOW to invite such a person)

Early winter, 1968.

In the early morning, a thin mist lingered between the mountain peaks, and the grass leaves in the cracks of the stone steps in front of the Taoist temple were still green, appearing quaint and full of vitality.

In front of the main hall, the disciples stood on the square, wearing Taoist robes, carrying long swords on their backs, with resolute expressions.

The head of the sect stood on the steps in front of the main hall and kowtowed three times respectfully towards the clay sculptures of the Three Pure Ones and the portraits of the ancestors.

He slowly turned around and glanced at all the disciples, "You all know about the recruitment order, right?"

The young man in the lead bowed and made the Ziwu Jue, and replied, "Master, we have heard about it on the radio."

The head of the sect nodded and said solemnly: "There is trouble in the northern border of the country. The leader has issued a call for talents. Although our sect is a small sect, we dare not fall behind others."

All the disciples stood up solemnly and bowed in unison, saying, "Yes, Master."

"This time, I decided to personally lead the team to Taihang Mountain to meet the leader, and go to the northern border with her to fight a decisive battle with Maozi."

The young men at the bottom of the stairs raised their heads and looked at the Sect Master, without any intention of retreating. They shouted in unison: "We are willing to follow the Sect Master and go to the Northern Frontier together."

The headmaster nodded in satisfaction, "Disciples who are eighteen years old or older, please step forward."

At the bottom of the stairs, except for a few little Taoist boys, the disciples took a step forward together.

The head of the sect looked at the young boy who still looked immature. "Xiao Ba, you are only seventeen years old this year."

"Master, I will be eighteen after the Chinese New Year." Xiao Ba stretched his neck and said loudly.

The head of the sect asked with a smile, "You were born in the year of Xinmao, how come you are already eighteen?"

"Master, after the Chinese New Year, I will be eighteen years old."

"You were born in September."

"It'll be over after the New Year."

"This time we are fighting against the Russians. They are tall and strong, so we can't joke with them."

"Master, I am eighteen years old and an adult." Xiao Ba was just worried about his age and seemed unaware of what his master had just said.

The head of the sect looked at him steadily, sighed and said, "Wa'er, you have to stay and guard the mountain gate for the master."

"Master, I am not afraid of death."

"My Taoist disciples have created great achievements by defending the borders with a single sword and protecting the nine states with murderous intent. Who among them is a coward?" The sect leader slowly raised his gaze and looked along the mountain gate to the distant green mountains, where the tombs of the masters were located, but most of them were just cenotaphs.

"Master..."

"Xiao Ba, when your master and uncle went down the mountain to fight against the Japanese pirates, I was the same age as you. They didn't take me with them, not even to die..."

"Master..."

"I want to go with them, but I have to stay and leave seeds for my master."

Xiao Ba immediately understood what his master meant and didn't dare to say anything.

He had to stay, take good care of his fellow disciples, and guard the mountain gate. In case his master and fellow disciples did not come back like his ancestors, he would be the only one to inherit the sect.

Although he was unwilling, staying was his unavoidable mission.

Only when his fellow apprentices have grown up and are able to support the family, will he be qualified to go down the mountain to eliminate demons and defend the way.

Xiao Ba didn't dare to argue, but his eyes were red as he murmured, "You all bullied me. You didn't even take me with you when you did something this big."

......

Fujian Province, in front of a Buddhist temple.

The old monk held a Zen stick and sent his disciples down the mountain.

"We are not going to talk about Buddhism today. We are monks, but we are Chinese first. We are loyal to our country and we are righteous to keep our promises. Three years ago, soldiers attacked our mountain gate and wanted to demolish our main hall. It was the leader who sent people to come at night. This time, she summoned us for state affairs. You must obey her orders and do not be timid and cowardly."

All the disciples folded their hands and accepted the order.

The old monk closed his eyes and chanted "Namo Amitabha", and continued: "Buddhism has the heart of a bodhisattva, and also the angry-eyed vajra. You followed the leader to the northern border, and you can break the first precept."

The disciples were stunned for a moment, then came to their senses and clasped their hands together again to receive the order.

"Go ahead, but remember, don't tarnish the reputation of my Buddhist sect in front of the heroes of the martial arts world."

Watching his disciples leave with long sticks in their hands, the old monk slowly sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain gate and chanted the "Heart Sutra".

In the temple, bells and drums rang.

......

Cangzhou, Tongbeiquan, Li family.

"Back then, when I was young and ignorant, I went to the capital to challenge the leader. Fortunately, he showed mercy and I survived. This time, the leader issued a call for talents, and I should repay my life."

"Uncle Master, your old injury has not healed yet, so let us go."

"This is my uncle's fault. If I don't make this trip, I will never be at peace in my life."

"Yes...Uncle Master, has the leader really reached the Xiantian stage?"

"She is that man's sister. It's not surprising that she has entered the Xiantian realm."

"She is the leader of the Dragon Team at the age of 18, the leader of the martial arts world, and a congenital master... I heard that the title of Lian Ya Zi has now been given to her."

"It should be so. Her family is full of loyal and brave people. If it weren't for her brother and sister-in-law risking their lives to exchange for food nine years ago, how could you and I be here today?"

"Understood, Uncle Master. The Li family will never be ungrateful. Please allow me to go to the border with you."

......

Hong Kong City, Kowloon Walled City.

Xiaohua smashed a wooden man, took a deep breath, turned around and walked out of the room.

Hundreds of young people had already gathered in the open space in the courtyard. When they saw her coming out, they all shouted in unison, "Sister Hua."

"Yes." Xiaohua nodded, and walked twice in front of the team with her hands behind her back, "Azhi, Axiong, you thirteen guardians and twenty-eight protectors, follow me across the sea tonight."

Forty-one young men and women in their twenties stepped forward, clasped their fists and said, "Yes."

"My Iron-Blooded Youth Group was founded by Captain Long himself back then, and it was originally for the purpose of protecting the country and maintaining peace. This time, the Northern Frontier is in trouble, and Captain Long has used his status as the leader of the martial arts world to call on heroes from all over the world. As the direct line of the group, we naturally cannot be afraid of fighting."

Everyone responded in unison, "It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only a moment to deploy it."

The child who was rescued in Wan Chai ten years ago has now grown into a handsome young man. Looking at his high-spirited brothers and sisters, he sighed in frustration, "I am too stupid to learn Kung Fu well, and I don't have the ability to accompany you north."

Everyone advised him that there were only about forty people out of hundreds who were qualified to go, so there was no need to be sad.

Although he failed to learn martial arts, he followed the stock god in roaming the stock market and had long been known as the Little Stock God.

The young man looked at Xiaohua and said, "Sister Hua, I have arranged for people to prepare a thousand sets of clothing to support this operation. Please contact the mainland and help transport them to the northern border to give to the heroes."

Before Xiao Hua could agree, another girl said, "Sister Hua, I have some good medicine for injuries and sprains. Although it's not as good as the captain's medicine, it can be used in an emergency."

"I made five hundred long iron sticks in the factory..."

"I prepared canned fruit and meat..."

"I have prepared five hundred pairs of leather boots..."

"I only have some pocket money..."

"..."

......

At the same time, in Sichuan Province, in the Central Plains, in southern Hebei, in Qi and Lu, in the Northeast... all over the country, those martial arts heroes hiding in the mountains or in busy cities are packing their bags.

"Great Sage, what are you going to do?"

"Step on the South Sky, Shatter the Sky"

"If you never come back..."

"Then he left and never came back!"

(Although it is just a fantasy, it is reality! Salute to the forty heroes who went to the border to guard the frontier back then!)