ten steps one kill

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What is colder than the weather is the vision of the people of Xiling Village.

"What is Zhujianzhuang? Our ancestors have been snobbish for generations. Seeing that we are wise and powerful and have been rewarded by King Pingnan, they pretended to send a few swords and wanted to make friends with us."

"What you said, he wanted to make friends with us, didn't he even send a young master here?"

"Just that Yan Qianfan? She's a girl, with a pampered and fragile appearance. When she comes, she's also a free eater, wasting food for nothing."

"That's not the case, I think he is also learning martial arts."

"Xuewu? Don't tease me, I just saw him being beaten by the young master until he cried."

At first hearing these gossip, Yan Qianfan still felt sad for a while, but after a few days, he didn't even have the strength to be sad.Everyone in Xiling Village is martial arts, and women and children can even be seen in the martial arts hall. Apart from practicing martial arts, each household also does farming, weaving, and animal husbandry. They work hard and are self-sufficient. Such a clumsy, pampered brat, after a few days in the village, it seems to have lost a layer of skin.

What's more, the rumor that he was crying was also true.

Since he lived in Yan's house, An Guangsha has arranged his daily life, including martial arts practice.

An Guangsha had just turned fourteen at that time, but he had already made his mark at the meeting of the head of the village, taking the initiative to take on tasks, formulate strategies, and solve his father's worries and problems, and was respected by everyone as the young master.

Although he is the lord of a village, An's house is as ordinary as the others. Three houses enclose a courtyard, which is even smaller than that of Zhujianzhuang. The bricks were blackened with smoke, and a field was enclosed in the corner, where a brood of chickens was raised, and they huddled next to the wooden trough to peck rice all day long.

Yan Qianfan is also like a chicken pecking at rice.

He pecked at the rice not for food, but because he was beaten so hard that there was no way to hide, so he could only shrink his neck to relieve the pain. He and An Guangsha fought in the courtyard. Martial arts, in fact, were unilaterally taught by An Guangsha to Yan Qianfan. A fluffy bamboo sword repeatedly drove the latter into desperation, with no power to parry.

Seeing the tears in Yan Qianfan's eyes, An Guangsha finally withdrew his moves, sighed, and said, "Father told me not to bully you, but you are too weak, I think there is no chance for me to show mercy. "

Such straightforward criticism, coupled with a stern and stern expression, may not be able to be tolerated by ordinary people.

An Guangsha has always been so straightforward, stern and severe, so few people dare to get close to him.

But Yan Qianfan got up, holding the bamboo sword, and ran to him in three steps at a time, raised his head, grinned and said, "Brother An, your kung fu is so good! It's like the hero in the story. Xia, if you do this... if you do this again... three or two hits will knock the bad guys out of their wits."

While talking, he danced and gestured, imitating An Guangsha's moves just now, but his movements were far off, stiff and clumsy, like an unoiled puppet.

An Guangsha laughed, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I'm a hero, so are you a bad guy?"

Yan Qianfan was startled, then lowered his head and said, "...Let's say it's okay, everyone doesn't like me anyway."

An Guangsha couldn't help frowning, the kid in front of him was still childish, his cheeks were still round, his flesh was as soft as steamed steamed buns, he breathed heavily like a fish in water spitting bubbles, and his mouth floated on his lips .There were tears in his eyes, but they didn't look weak, but were shining brightly, reflecting his whole body crystal clear and thoroughly, even the mud rolled on his body and the saliva on his chest couldn't hide his unique temperament .

The children An Guangsha is familiar with are not like this. Most of them are dirty, and their temperaments are either timid, stupid, or cunning. , and a little cunning, as if gathering all the troubles in one body, only a pair of eyes are the skylights on the soul, allowing people to see the end at a glance.

Even the snow that fell on him was whiter than other places.

An Guangsha lowered his gaze, and saw a few red and swollen scratches on the back of the little ghost's hand, which were of different shades and showed uneven red, which were exposed after the white snow melted and were very clear.

He lowered his face and said, "Why didn't you say you were hurt?"

"Oh, it's okay." Yan Qianfan covered the wound with his other hand, "It won't hurt after rubbing it."

Unexpectedly, there was also a scar on the back of the other hand.

New wounds piled up with old ones, no matter what he couldn't hide it, he lowered his head and pursed his lips, showing a bit of annoyance in his expression.

An Guangsha stopped looking at his wound, turned to look into his eyes, and asked, "When your elder brother treats you normally, he won't be as strict as me?"

Yan Qianfan blinked and said, "He won't, he just ignores me."

An Guangsha was surprised: "Why? Aren't you brothers?"

Yan Qianfan replied: "He is the eldest brother, and sooner or later he will be the owner of the villa, so he can't have the same knowledge as me when encountering problems, and he can't be held back by me."

An Guangsha frowned slightly: "Is this your father's teaching?"

Yan Qianfan nodded: "Yes, and my eldest brother's mother doesn't like me, so I don't let him talk to me in private."

An Guangxia fell into silence, and said after a while: "You Zhujianzhuang are really weird, completely different from what I expected."

"Is it weird?" Yan Qianfan asked, "I think Xiling Village is very weird."

"Don't you like it?"

"Of course I like it."

The little ghost answered quickly, but An Guangsha showed suspicion, put the bamboo sword aside, folded his arms, turned to Yan Qianfan, stared at the other's face carefully, and asked: "You have only been here for a few days, every day You are suffering and suffering, how can you say you like it? Have you learned to flatter at a young age?"

"No," Yan Qianfan shook his head and said, "I'm not lying. It's a burden for me to stay in Yan's house, and I can only be useful here. I want to be a useful person, so I'm not afraid of suffering."

An Guangsha showed surprise again, stared at him and hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Do you understand what is the problem of the Yan family?"

Yan Qianfan could only shake his head like a rattle about what a kid in his early ten years could understand.

"The Yan family devoted themselves to studying the art of sword-making, but their martial arts cultivation was weak and weak. However, the family kept countless magical weapons, and it was a crime to conceive jade, just like an old child who has no strength to restrain a chicken and walks through the market with gold and silver treasures. , what do you think will happen?"

Yan Qianfan twisted his fingers unconsciously, frowned, and said, "The bad guys will probably snatch it up."

An Guangsha nodded: "A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying jade. In order to stabilize the status of the world, he has to form alliances everywhere. It is also because of this that he sent you outside."

"To form an alliance with you?" Yan Qianfan still had a bewildered look on his face.

An Guangsha nodded: "Yes."

"Then Big Brother An and I are friends!"

An Guangsha: "..."

Facing a heartless face, the fledgling young master sighed: "Yan Qianfan, if you really want to be useful, stop using the Yan family's swordsmanship."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, regret appeared on An Guangsha's face.

Ever since he was in charge of affairs in the village, he was often told to be cautious in his words and deeds in front of others.Yan Qianfan's status is inherently special, it is really unwise to slander the Yan family's martial arts in front of the other party.

But Yan Qianfan didn't get angry, instead nodded and said: "I understand, I have learned for a long time at my home, but I can't even handle a move when I come to your home. It seems that my family's martial arts are really bad."

An Guangsha was surprised.

Yan Qianfan lowered his head again, and said: "But my father only taught me swordsmanship and never taught me anything else. It would be great if I could learn better kung fu. If I become stronger than him, I can protect him. That's what really 'works', right?"

An Guangsha met his enthusiastic gaze, raised his eyebrows and said, "You are quite ambitious at such a young age."

Yan Qianfan immediately grinned and smiled: "That's right, mother also praised me as a sensible and good boy."

An Guangsha: "..."

Yan Qianfan's emotions came and went quickly, after a short moment of silence, he seemed to have forgotten the troubles just now, staring at the wound on his wrist, first stretched out his fingertips to touch it, and immediately grinned his teeth in pain, Withdrawing his fingers, he stayed honest for a while, then forgot the pain again, and reached out to touch again.

Seeing this, An Guangsha couldn't help laughing, and finally interrupted him: "Little devil, do you want to learn Xiling marksmanship?"

Yan Qianfan immediately shivered: "I want to learn!"

An Guangxia said: "Your foundation is weak. If you want to learn, you have to learn from the beginning. It is inevitable that you will suffer a lot and suffer more serious injuries than now."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid." Yan Qianfan answered quickly.

The eyes of the two met, An Guangsha stared at him for a while, and said, "Okay, I can teach you."

"Really, that's great!" Yan Qianfan cheered happily.

Happy voices filled the cold and barren chaiyuan.

At this moment, someone passed by the courtyard gate, stopped in their tracks, and left behind a string of whispers.As usual, words of slander and contempt.

An Guangsha's face suddenly darkened.

Yan Qianfan didn't mind much, as if he didn't hear it, he turned around and picked up two bamboo swords from the bamboo tower, raised one of them, and stuffed it into An Guangsha's hand: "Teach me now."

An Guangsha shook his head and said, "Let's change to another place, it's too narrow here."

"It's not narrow here." Yan Qianfan tilted his head.

"The place is not narrow, but the surrounding sounds are too noisy, which will make your heart narrow."

Yan Qianfan was stunned, and stood there blankly, looking at the person opposite, the smile on his face gradually faded, as if a layer of shell had peeled off, leaving behind a look full of bitterness.He slowly raised his arms to block his eyes, then his shoulders shrugged slightly, and there was a slight and dull sobbing sound.

An Guangsha panicked. He was a head taller than the kid, so he put his palm on the kid's head.

"I'll take you to a good place, so that you won't hear unnecessary comments. You just need to study hard, learn real skills, and become a useful person, and others will naturally respect you."

"Yeah." Yan Qianfan wiped his face with his sleeve, raised his head again, then seemed to suddenly think of something, opened his mouth wide, and said, "But we have to wait a while."

"how?"

"Wait for me to throw the chicken food down first, that's the work assigned to me today."

After that, he ran to the wall, picked up the rice sieve, and walked unsteadily to the chicken coop, leaving behind a lively figure.

What greeted him was the sound of scrambling wings, just like the restless heart in his chest.

There is a lake at the foot of Xiling Mountain.

The lake is melted snow from the top of the mountain. It flows into the lake along the waterfall and the river, and then flows into the wilderness along another winding track. Xiling Village is built along the river. Compared with the magnificent mountains, it is just a low-lying area. The low burrow.The residents in the village didn't waste God's gift. They built mills and waterwheels by the river, adding some color to this cold and lonely waterway.

The good place An Guangsha mentioned is the lakeside.

The lakeside is two or three miles away from the stockade. The surrounding area is deep and quiet, and the lake is clean and clear. The ancient trees at the bottom of the lake have been soaked for thousands of years, and a layer of white spots like fine sand hang on the surface. It looks like a dream from a distance, magnificent and moving.

It's a pity that Yan Qianfan didn't take the time to appreciate it - he came to practice martial arts.

Every morning, as soon as the rooster crowed in the yard, An Guangsha took him out of the warm bedding, and made him walk all the way to the lake with sleepy eyes.The lakeside was a bit colder than the middle of the village, enough for him to clear his head, and then the day's practice began.

His foundation is weak, and he has to start from the basic skills. After a day, his backache is a common occurrence, and his skin is not worth mentioning. Sometimes his internal energy is not adjusted properly, his forehead feels hot as if caught in the wind, and the soles of his feet are like cotton. He seemed to be weak, his whole body was staggering, and he was out of his mind, but An Guangsha remained unmoved, and still mercilessly knocked the bamboo sword on the top of his head.

Even Yan Qianfan didn't expect that he would really persevere.

It’s not that he’s not afraid, he doesn’t care about face when he cries in pain, he babbles like a hen, he gets scolded a lot, his tears wet his pillow a lot, he thinks of the home of rich clothes and fine food countless times, and thinks of the servants in Zhujian Manor Respectful greetings, I think of the comfortable days when I sleep until the sun rises, and my favorite walnut cake is served in front of me.

But after crying, calling parents, having nightmares, and losing face, Yan Qianfan still didn't give up.

Just like the sunken wood soaked in the bottom of the lake, its roots were cut off and thrown into a foreign land, but it did not decay and fester, but was coated with a layer of whiteness.

One month later, he actually mastered the nine introductory styles of Xiling marksmanship.

He also seemed to be a different person, his white and tender skin became dark and rough due to the sun, and when he looked closely, he could even see fine lines that were cracked due to dryness.His stature has grown taller, and his arms have grown thicker. The clothes he brought from his hometown have to be re-cut, his calves are bulging, and his shoes and boots have to be replaced with new ones.The long hair was cut short because it was in the way, leaving only a small braid, which was tied casually with a rope and hung down the back.

He still takes care of the task of feeding the chickens. Earlier, he was trembling even when he carried a basket of rice, but now he can carry two baskets with a heavy load.When it was time to eat meat at home, he rolled up his sleeves, stepped into the chicken coop, and performed a scene of catching live chickens with his bare hands.

The way the people in Xiling Village looked at him gradually changed, their contemptuous words became less, and they were replaced by strange silence and scrutiny.

An Guangsha's attitude is still the same as before, treating him as cold as he treats himself, and rarely has words of praise.

It is another person who will praise him.

Feng Guangsheng.

Feng Guangsheng was one year younger than An Guangsha, and when he saw the latter, he would respectfully call him big brother.

But Feng Guangsheng was much more confident than Yan Qianfan when he called Big Brother, because his father and An Guangsha's father grew up together since childhood, and they were righteous brothers who burned incense and worshiped him, and their descendants naturally became brothers with different surnames. , Even the names and taboos were picked out by the two of them flipping through the dictionaries together.

Feng Guangsheng was Yan Qianfan's second friend in Xiling Village - at least Yan Qianfan thought so.

The process of getting acquainted with Feng Guangsheng is very easy, there is no need to be beaten, scolded, or penanced. This is because Feng Guangsheng's temperament is quite different from An Guangsha's.

It was one night, Yan Qianfan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, his practice during the day was not smooth, he encountered setbacks many times, and instead of advancing, he retreated. Although An Guangsha did not make trouble, disappointment was written on his face. Even the tone of his speech was a little colder than usual.At first Yan Qianfan greeted him with a smiling face, pretending he didn't care, but in the dead of night, the sporadic and trivial troubles accumulated into clusters, flooding his mind and lingering in his chest, making him feel extremely depressed.

Unable to fall asleep anyway, he simply got up, put on his clothes, and walked outside to breathe.But he didn't dare to go too far, and he didn't want to attract attention, so he climbed to the courtyard wall, sat on the wall, and looked up at the stars in the night sky.

Xiling Village is far away from the hustle and bustle, and everything is silent after nightfall. Because of the high terrain, even the stars are closer than other places. more crystal clear.

In the silence, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded.

Yan Qianfan was staring at the dome in a daze, when he suddenly heard the sound of his feet, he shuddered immediately, turned over, and looked across the courtyard wall.

An's house is next to Feng's house, only separated by a narrow path. Looking down from where he is, he can almost see Feng's house at a glance.

He saw Feng Guangsheng crossing the courtyard alone, tiptoeing towards the back kitchen.

Sporadic fires lit up in the direction of the back kitchen. It was Feng Guangsheng who raised the charcoal stove, and a wisp of green smoke came out from under the eaves. Not long after, a burst of fragrant smell wafted to his nose.

After a while, the fire was extinguished, but the fragrance became more intense. I saw Feng Guangsheng slipped out of the back kitchen with a greased paper bag in his pocket, and just took two steps when he suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall.

One high and one low, their eyes met each other, and both of them showed expressions of shock.

Yan Qianfan was the first to recover, and waved his hands again and again: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't see anything." Then he turned over the wall and fled back to An's yard.

Unexpectedly, Feng Guangsheng's movements were faster than his. He leaped up the wall three times, five times and two times, his footsteps were like walking on the ground, and he came to him in a blink of an eye, patted his shoulder and said, "Little brother Yan, maybe you are hungry too. I also come to steal food in the middle of the night?"

Yan Qianfan shook his head: "No, I didn't..." But his stomach growled uncontrollably.It turned out that he was full of disappointment and didn't eat a few mouthfuls of food at the table, but now he smelled the smell of meat, the glutton in his stomach was awakened, and he was unceremoniously teasing him.

Feng Guangsheng understood, sat down beside him, opened the oiled paper bag, and held it up to his eyes.It was actually two hot baked buns.

The smell of gravy mixed with the burnt aroma of the dough made Yan Qianfan almost drooling on the spot.

"What's the matter, it's delicious." Feng Guangsheng smiled at him, picked up a steamed stuffed bun and stuffed it into his hand: "Here, those who see it have a share, eat it."

Yan Qianfan was stunned, his five fingers froze in the air, he didn't dare to take it, but he was not willing to let go.

"Take it, don't be too polite," Feng Guangsheng urged, "It tastes better when eaten with someone else."

"Then...thank you, Brother Feng." Yan Qianfan carefully closed his fingers, held the slightly hot bun in his hand, stared for a moment, lowered his head, and opened his mouth to bite.

The oil-stained thin skin is easy to bite open, sipping gently, the fresh gravy drips into the throat, dispelling the coolness of the night, and making people feel warm.

This simple bun is better than all the delicacies in memory.Yan Qianfan immediately forgot the gentleness and politeness, buried his head in wolfing down the food, and finally licked his lips eagerly, wishing to lick off the oil on his palm.

Feng Guangsheng watched from the side with a happy smile, and waited until he finished eating, then said: "My good brother, don't you want to see the stars, brother will take you to a better place to see them."

Xiling Village is built on a gentle slope near the river.The gentle terrain is very precious, so the houses in the village are densely built, and each household is close to each other, which looks like a series of high and low steps from a distance.Feng Guangsheng took Yan Qianfan to step on these "steps", jumped on the roofs of each house, jumped to the highest point of the gentle slope, and sat on the roof with one buttocks, as happy as riding a dragon's back.

Yan Qianfan sat beside him, but his expression was a little worried: "Will the owner of this house find us..."

"Never." Feng Guangsheng winked at him, "Do you know who this is?"

Yan Qianfan shook his head.

"It's a tailor surnamed Li. He just married a wife and entered the house a few days ago. Every night, he has to make firewood and fire until he is tired. I'm afraid he just finished his work and slept soundly, so he has no time to take care of us."

Yan Qianfan was startled, and listened attentively, and he really heard the overlapping of two kinds of breathing sounds, one thick and one thin, mixed with slight snoring and whispering.His face flushed red.

Feng Guangsheng teased from the side: "You are so thin-skinned, young master. Why are you ashamed? Even the girls in the village are more generous than you. This is what Mrs. Li showed off to my mother, saying that her man is very capable."

"This..." Yan Qianfan felt his cheeks burn, and it was the first time that he felt such a strange feeling in his heart, "You also eavesdrop on what women say."

Feng Guangsheng laughed loudly: "I'm still a child, why would my mother treat me like a treasure?"

Yan Qianfan was startled again, then lowered his eyes, showing a bit of sadness.

Feng Guangsheng blinked, raised his elbow and poked his arm: "Hey, you are so handsome, with thin skin and tender flesh, you must please my mother. Come to my house for dinner tomorrow night. I will let my father and Uncle An Just say it, it's settled."

Yan Qianfan tried to refuse, but was blocked by the other party's enthusiastic gaze.

A warm feeling welled up in his chest, he couldn't help raising his head, and stared carefully at Feng Guangsheng's appearance under the dim starlight. These days, although his appearance reflected in the water has changed, compared with Feng Guangsheng, he still looks better. There are much more "fine skin and tender meat".Feng Guangsheng's palms are rough, his skin is dark, his lips are thick, and his hair is dry and unkempt. Almost everyone in Xiling Village describes him like this.

He was suddenly puzzled why he was born under the same sky, had the same limbs and facial features, spoke the same language, and wrote the same characters, but the circumstances of people are so different from each other.

Once doubts came to mind, they turned into a lingering layer of dust, covering the young man's ignorance and innocence. At that time, he didn't understand that the so-called growing up is to wrap his heart with layers of ignorance and innocence. Countless people abandon their hearts and forget their happiness because of this, and finally get lost in this mighty rivers and lakes.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see that the star field hanging towards the horizon seemed to have changed color, becoming less clear.

After leaving home, he seemed to see the real face of the world for the first time.

Feng Guangsheng saw that he fell silent suddenly, with a dignified expression, so he sighed too, and said, "To be honest, do you think our place is too poor, and people are rough and unreliable."

Yan Qianfan thought of those polite but distant people at home, turned his gaze to Feng Guangsheng, and replied seriously: "It's very different from us, but I like you."

Feng Guangsheng was stunned for a moment, scratching the back of his head: "It's strange, why does such an obvious flattery come out of your mouth, it becomes so truthful."

After speaking, he opened the oiled paper bag in his hand and stuffed the remaining bun into the opponent's hand.

"Let me eat this too."

Yan Qianfan could not stop drooling when he smelled the scent delivered to his door, he had to use the willpower of martial arts meditation to spit out the word "no".

Feng Guangsheng laughed and said, "I'm just hungry, you are really hungry, don't think I can't tell."

Yan Qianfan shook his head and said: "Hungry is hungry, but I can't always receive favors for nothing."

Feng Guangsheng said: "You are An Guangsha's brother, you are my brother, don't be polite to me."

Yan Qianfan still shook his head: "It's the same between brothers."

Feng Guangsheng looked surprised: "Is this how your family taught you?"

Yan Qianfan nodded.

Feng Guangsheng held his chin and thought for a while, and said, "How about this, you took my steamed stuffed bun today, and when you go to my house for dinner tomorrow, you can chop wood for me. I really hate chopping firewood, but mother always doesn't like it." Forgive me."

"Okay." Yan Qianfan nodded.

Feng Guangsheng forced a smile at him, a row of white teeth showing on his dark face, unfolded the oiled paper bag again, and handed it forward.Yan Qianfan couldn't wait to take it, put it under his nose and smelled it, and then put it in his mouth reluctantly.

Feng Guangsheng watched from the side, and asked suddenly: "Did Brother An scold you again today?"

Yan Qianfan almost choked: "How do you know?"

Feng Guangsheng asked back: "You practice martial arts with him, you should be exhausted every day. If you don't have something on your mind, why do you run out in the middle of the night?"

Yan Qianfan nodded, holding half a steamed stuffed bun, with a dark expression on his face: "It would be fine if he scolded me, but he didn't say anything, he just looked very disappointed."

Feng Guangsheng was startled, and then laughed out loud: "Brother, it's you who are worrying too much."

Yan Qianfan was puzzled.

Feng Guangsheng shrugged his shoulders and said: "He is like this. People who look down on him are always indifferent, and they are like strangers. Only those who value him will be strict. As for disappointment, that's normal. However, this guy is extremely harsh on himself and others, and he is disappointed all year round. There are many young people in the village, and they often compete in the martial arts hall. I haven't seen a single one that satisfies him."

"Is that so?" Yan Qianfan couldn't help but widen his eyes, "He didn't give up on me?"

"Of course not. You don't know. He told my father the other day that he wanted to bring you into the martial arts gym in a few days, practice martial arts with other people, and let Uncle An teach you marksmanship in person."

Yan Qianfan's jaw was about to drop: "He said such things?"

Feng Guangsheng stretched out his hand to poke Yan Qianfan's chest: "That's Xiling marksmanship! You are a bastard who doesn't know how to be lucky, learn from him, and sooner or later you will stand out."

Yan Qianfan nodded his head, and after a while, he frowned again and said, "But can his family's Kung Fu really teach me an outsider?"

"Why not?" Feng Guangsheng waved his hand, "Our Xiling village doesn't have as many broken rules as yours, and many people came from outside at first, but to be honest, the number of newcomers has become less and less these years, and the old ones leave instead. If you get more and more, Uncle An has no one to use, so he will promote you in an exceptional way."

Yan Qianfan was even more confused: "Why did they leave?"

"You are stupid," Feng Guangsheng rolled his eyes, "Life in Xiling Village is not to mention poor, and you have to risk your life from time to time. After a long time, everyone will inevitably feel resentment. Who doesn't want to live a life of luxury and good food? Those who envy the prosperity and wealth, if they were not rewarded by King Pingnan a few days ago and their morale was greatly boosted, there might be more people leaving than now."

"But the days of rich clothes, fine food, prosperity and wealth may not be happy."

"How do they know that people only envy what they don't have. Don't you do the same?"

Yan Qianfan was startled, then looked ashamed and lowered his head.

Feng Guangsheng stretched his waist, cast his eyes into the distance, and said in a tone as if he was talking to himself: "If you want to say that the juniors in the village really don't have flowery intestines, there is only An Guangsha. Just say it in your mouth." He also likes the steamed stuffed buns very much. He often said that the stuffing of this stuffed bun is made of wild boar pork, and the skin of the stuffed buns is made of finely ground white flour rewarded by King Pingnan. You can’t even eat such good stuff in the capital. When I was young, everyone believed in him, but ever since an adult came back and brought back those butterfly cakes, lotus cakes... the little ghosts have eaten it once, and they no longer believe his words. No matter how powerful he is, he can't influence other people's thoughts .”

Yan Qianfan was silent for a while, then asked, "What about you?"

"I?"

"Do you want to leave, do you want to live a life of glory and wealth?"

Feng Guangsheng was startled for a moment, then quickly frowned and said: "What are you talking about, I am his brother, of course I want to stand with him, my father will walk side by side with his father for the rest of his life, and I will follow him for the rest of my life. Other things None of it matters."

"Oh." Yan Qianfan nodded, "Then I also want to fight for justice with you."

Feng Guangsheng looked at him in surprise.

He was supported by a burst of ignorant high-spirited emotions, like green smoke coming out of an oiled paper bag, flying upwards lightly, he didn't even know how excited he looked at the moment.The most beautiful thing that only existed in stories in the past, at this moment condenses into a concrete shape, bathed in the clear starlight, like a new life.

——That is enough to dispel the accumulated dirt and make a heart shine forever.

Feng Guangsheng stared at him for a long time, finally looked away, and said: "I have no objection, you can tell Brother An yourself."

That night, Yan Qianfan tiptoed back to An's yard, only to find that the lights in his room were on.An Guangsha was looking around for his whereabouts, when he suddenly saw his shadow, he immediately walked up to him: "Where did you go?"

Yan Qianfan lowered his head: "I... I just go out for a walk."

An Guangsha looked at him carefully, saw the oily shine on his palm, shook his head, and said, "Have you seen Feng Guangsheng?"

"Yes." Yan Qianfan replied cautiously.

An Guangsha asked again: "Are the baked buns delicious?"

"Delicious!" Yan Qianfan replied without hesitation, and immediately changed his words, "No, actually I..."

"It's okay, I'm just asking," An Guangsha interrupted his incoherent words, "Go to Uncle Feng's house for dinner tomorrow night, you can go too."

"Okay, I can help Aunt Feng chop firewood!"

An Guangsha laughed out loud, "Aren't you born to tell lies?"

"Not at all." Yan Qianfan blushed.

Some people and some things are like a lake hidden in a deep mountain. You have to see the sparkling light with your own eyes and hear the gurgling sound with your own ears to believe that there is such a beautiful scenery in the world. .

Although An Guangsha is used to admonishing others strictly, he is not good at words of praise, he hesitated to speak several times.It was Yan Qianfan who spoke first: "Brother An, if I learn the Xiling marksmanship, I will stay forever, stay here, and fight for justice with you, okay?"

An Guangsha was silent for a long time, until Yan Qianfan felt uneasy all over, and then he suddenly approached the other party, opened his arms, and embraced this pair of young and immature shoulders.

On the second day, An Guangsha brought Yan Qianfan into the martial arts hall, and announced in public that he would be taught the Xiling marksmanship.

That was the happiest moment in Yan Qianfan's life.

Flash forward ten years.

The boundary of Xiling faces south, and the terrain drops sharply. There is a continuous bay in the low-lying area, which is called Yinyang Bay by the locals.The bottom of the bay is a dense forest, with tall trees covering the sky and the sun, the forest is damp and dreary, full of miasma, stepping into it is like stepping from a place of life to a place of death.

However, Yinyang Bay is also the only way to cross the mountains and go to the southern border.

In addition to the harsh environment, Yinyang Bay is also a place where bandits gather.Thieves and bandits often wander around the edge of the dense forest, and when the business traveler passes through the miasma, they attack when they are exhausted, seeking wealth and killing their lives.It is rumored that the bandits have recently gained the support of the rebels of the Waipu state, and they have become more and more insane.

There are many marquis states in southern Xinjiang, the most extensive of which is Waipu, which originally had a good relationship with the Central Plains Alliance and lived in peace for hundreds of years, but not long ago there were news that the prince was imprisoned and the traitor was plotting rebellion.Although Waipu is rich in rare artifacts such as glass, pearls, and cinnabar, there is a shortage of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and swords and weapons are even rarer. In order to fight for power and profit, the rebels did not hesitate to join forces with bandits and intensified their efforts. They even slaughtered an innocent village by the Yinyang Bay in order to rob food.

Human life is at stake, and the government's assistance is still far away. The Xiling villagers are determined to lead their troops to suppress the bandits.

At that time, the old master had passed away, and An Guangsha became the master of the village, together with Feng Guangsheng and Yan Qianfan, they were called the Three Heroes of Xiling, and they were well-known far and near.The bandit suppressing team was led by Sanxia, ​​including more than [-] elites from the village, and rushed to the dangerous Yinyang Bay together.

Yinyang Bay is more than a hundred miles away from Xilingzhai, and it took about an hour to go on a fast horse. When approaching the forest area, all the grasslands became thicker and softer, and the ground was uneven. , It seems that there are insects and snakes rummaging in the wet soil, and they are tightly covered by weeds, making it difficult for people to see the clues. Even the good horses and Hummers also showed vigilance and hesitated to move forward.

Everyone simply got off their horses and lined up in a row, taking care of each other, and groping forward with their feet.

Feng Guangsheng walked behind Yan Qianfan, raised his hand to pat the latter's shoulder, squeezed his eyes and said, "Young master, this is the first time you come to this kind of place, can you bear it?"

"Of course no problem," Yan Qianfan replied, "Don't underestimate me." He straightened his chest even more as he spoke.

Ten years later, Yan Qianfan has grown into a strong young man.The air in the forest was hot and humid, and the sweat-soaked clothes stuck to his back. Sweat dripped from between his delicate eyebrows and formed vertical and horizontal gullies across his face, dripping down his chin to his chest, leaving deep patches of sweat. colored imprint.

Yinyang Bay lives up to its reputation. The scenery in the forest is really like a hellish mansion. The branches cover the sky and the sun, like a thick layer of cocoon skin wrapped on the top of the head, almost blocking the sun from the cocoon, leaving only a large shadow. Even the outline of the toes is blurred, sinking into the piled up branches and leaves, rustling with the steps forward.

A ghostly mist lingers around the body, and the mist is wrapped in a dry smell, which is what people call miasma.

Walking in the miasma and darkness is like swimming against the water. The longer the time, the heavier and duller the whole body becomes, exhausted.The people in Xiling Village walked for about two hours, feeling that the sky was about to change, but the bandits still didn't show their tails.

The person walking in the front stopped abruptly and exclaimed, "...there, is there a corpse here?"

Everyone was startled, and immediately gathered around to look around, only to see a group of figures falling in disorder not far ahead, near a shallow stream.Clothes can still be discerned from a distance