You Jianghu people really know how to play

In the autumn of the tenth year of Jinghe, Bailu.

The trees on Ziyun Peak are rustling.Half of the towering mountain peaks still carry the gloom of the intense summer heat, but the other half is adorned with gold and vermilion.

Flocks of migratory birds flew out of the dense forest, their gray-white wings glowing red in the setting sun.

"Do you recognize it?" Zhang Ziqiao looked at the flock of birds and asked the boy beside him.

Tang Ou had just finished practicing the sword, because he was thrown on the ground dozens of times by Zhang Ziqiao. At this time, his head was still dizzy. Hearing this, he looked up at his master in a daze, but he didn't dare to stop, and followed closely behind the man in the blue shirt. side.

Zhang Ziqiao turned his head and asked again: "Can't you see clearly?"

Tang Ou wiped the sweat that was about to fall into his eyes, squinted his eyes and stared at the flock of birds in the distance for a while.

"I can't see clearly." Tang Ou said.

He is only in his early eleven or twelve years old, and he has only studied martial arts with Zhang Ziqiao for a year in Ziyun Peak.In a year, he had just learned both internal and external skills, and the Qingyang mind method passed on to him by Zhang Ziqiao had only been practiced to the second level, so he really couldn't see clearly the flock of birds that were already as small as a mote of dust.

After Tang Ou finished speaking, Zhang Ziqiao didn't respond, so he looked up again.

Zhang Ziqiao stood still and looked back at him, frowning.

"You haven't practiced the Qingyang mental method these few nights, have you?"

Before Tang Ou came to Ziyun Peak to learn martial arts, his family was quite strict and he was not good at lying, so he nodded in embarrassment.

Zhang Ziqiao had instructed him to practice the Qingyang Heart Technique twice every night before going to bed, so that the true energy would circulate in the body for two small circles.It's just that in the past few days Tang Ou saw that Zhang Ziqiao didn't check, secretly lit the lamp before going to bed to watch "The Deer Hunting Story" that his father stuffed in his luggage, and didn't practice.

Zhang Ziqiao sighed, lowered his head and asked him gently, "Are you hungry after practicing all day?"

Tang Ou nodded quickly.

Zhang Ziqiao: "Go and chop ten bundles of firewood and come back to eat. Remember, you can't cut down my tree, go down the mountain."

Tang Ou: "..."

He made a mistake first and didn't dare to argue. He hurried back to the place where he lived, put the sword away, picked up the tool and ran down the mountain.Zhang Ziqiao was waiting for him with his arms folded by the side of the road, his green shirt blowing back and forth in the evening wind.

"Ten bundles this time." Zhang Ziqiao said calmly, "The next time I find out that you haven't practiced the Qingyang mental method, it will be twenty bundles, and the accumulation will be sequential: forty, eighty, and 160."

Tang Ou nodded while sweating, and after running a few steps, he turned around and bowed to Zhang Ziqiao.At this moment, a smile finally appeared on Zhang Ziqiao's face, and he nodded at him.

After cutting ten bundles, Tang Ou was so tired that he almost collapsed on the mountain road.

He carried two bundles on his shoulders, one in each hand, piled the rest of the firewood behind the boulder, and started up the mountain.

At this time, the night was dark, Tang Ou walked for a while, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a faint fire in the forest.

Every tree on this Ziyun Peak is the lifeblood of Zhang Ziqiao, Tang Ou thought badly: this autumn is high and crisp, the fire is burning from the bottom of the mountain, and it will soon burn to Ziyun Peak.Thinking of this, he immediately didn't even care to put down the firewood, and ran towards the fire.

The fire is good fire, warm and bright.A person was sitting by the fire, looking up at Tang Ou who came out of the forest.

Tang Ou saw that the man was sitting by the stream, and the fire was also burning by the stream, and it would not endanger Zhang Ziqiao's life, so he breathed a sigh of relief, his feet softened, and he sat down on the ground.

The man by the stream laughed out loud. Seeing that he was dressed simply and carried so much firewood, he thought he was a farm boy from nearby. "Son, why don't you go home? It's so dark, tigers and wolves are about to come out."

Tang Ou said seriously: "There are no tigers and wolves in Ziyun Peak."

The man by the fire was tall and tall, with thick and long shadows, and his laughter made Tang Ou's ears ring.He stood up from the ground and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a person lying by the stream.

It was a five or six-year-old child with tattered clothes and black marks on his exposed skin, as if he had been scorched by fire.Half of his body was submerged in the stream, and his hair was scattered on the ground. He couldn't see clearly, but he was very embarrassed.

Carefully looking at the firelight, I saw that the child's abdomen rose and fell slightly, and he was still alive.

"Do you know him?" Tang Ou shouted at the man, "The water is cold, he will freeze to death..."

"I can't die." The man interrupted him, "Fate is very big, it's not easy to die."

He suddenly laughed, and in the swaying firelight, his upright face looked very strange.

Tang Ou felt that this man was not quite right.He threw away the two bundles of firewood in his hand and wanted to go over to see the child.

After running a few steps, it was dark in front of his eyes.The wind did not stop, and the big man was standing in front of Tang Ou.

He stopped immediately, retreated with his right leg, and nailed his foot firmly to the ground, showing a defensive posture.

The man chuckled: "You want to save him?"

"If you ignore him, I'll save him." Tang Ou pulled out the ax for chopping wood from his waist, and spoke loudly to embolden himself.

"Why?" the man asked, "Do you know whether he is good or bad? Do you know whether his parents are good or bad? If you save him, he will become a murderer and arsonist. Do you think it is good or bad?"

Tang Ou was hungry, tired and nervous, a series of questions from the man made him dizzy, he only remembered the set of "Deer Hunting" that his father stuffed in his luggage, and also remembered the quack in the book, blurted out: "No reason, It is not the actions of people in the Jianghu!"

The big man laughed even harder.His voice was thick and thick, and Tang Ou's heart was beating wildly in his chest, and his true energy was rushing wildly.

"Little kid, don't talk about being a chivalrous man, let's talk about it after you have learned kung fu." As soon as the man finished speaking, Tang Ou felt a severe pain in his head.

He couldn't even see the movement of the man punching, and he had already fallen to the ground.

When Zhang Ziqiao found him and woke him up, there was no one by the stream, not even the fire.

Tang Ou wiped the blood under his nose and around his mouth, and told Zhang Ziqiao about the strange person he met.Zhang Ziqiao felt his pulse and found that the man had no malicious intentions, he just knocked Tang Ou out.He went to the place Tang Ou said and touched the ground and stones, and there was indeed a faint heat.

"What does that person look like?" Zhang Ziqiao asked.

Tang Ou only remembered that the big man was tall, but he couldn't tell what he looked like.

"Before he passed out, I saw his shoes, black bottom, with a word embroidered on it." Tang Ou said, "It's a heavy word."

"Shen?" Zhang Ziqiao said, "I've never heard of a gang with this name. Tang Xiaoou, if you have the time to meddle in other people's affairs, have all the ten bundles of firewood been laid?"

Tang Ou: "...No."

Zhang Ziqiao glared at him angrily for a while, and asked him to take him to the place where the firewood was placed.Tang Ou knew that his master was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, so he hurriedly led Zhang Ziqiao to get firewood.

When he went up the mountain, he was still thinking about the missing child and the mysterious man.

"Master." He asked, "Is there no hero named Shen in the Jianghu?"

"No." Zhang Ziqiao carried three bundles of firewood in each hand, and walked faster than Tang Ou, "Even if there were, no hero would embroider his name on his shoes, it would be embarrassing."

"Really?" Tang Ou followed him closely, asking non-stop, "Then why do you write so many characters 'Zhang' on the robe, and wear it every time you go down the mountain? Can you lose it..."

Zhang Ziqiao said angrily, "Hurry up! Do you still want to eat!"

Tang Ou immediately fell silent.Two figures, one tall and one short, were advancing on the mountain road, and soon disappeared in the shadow of trees that were not illuminated by the moon.

A few days later, Zhang Ziqiao received a letter from outside the mountain.

The well-known Xinjiabao in the martial arts was burned overnight, and the owner of the castle, Xin Dazhu, died without a whole body.The fire was so bright that it was said that it illuminated all the streets and alleys of Qing'an City and half of the Yulan River.

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