Mu Xueyin

As soon as the new year is over, the taste of the new year suddenly becomes stronger.

Even in this dilapidated and poor mountain village, there is joy everywhere.This is an irrepressible emotion, just like a seed that quietly takes root and sprouts under the nourishment of the night rain, it brings the hope of life and the beauty of life.

Last night, the snow was a little anxious, as if she had put all her energy into it.The large clusters of snowflakes choked on the faintly discernible dog barking, and threw them to the ground without hesitation.If there is such a person who returns at night, listening to the sound of snow falling in his ears, I am afraid that he will not be able to help but recite the phrase "Chaimen hears the dog barking, and he returns on a snowy night".But in just one night, the snow stopped.

This small mountain village is so peaceful that it seems to be forgotten.But it is not in a hurry, because the families scattered here still have not been able to escape the heavy tax of one out of five.At this time, it is covered in silver, even if it is not particularly enchanting, it is still graceful.Although the small road in the village lost its earthy color for some reason, and instead turned a little shiny black, it was clearly flawed.On the other hand, the mountain around the village is so bare and black that people feel awe-inspiring just by looking at it.A few sparse and lifeless trees stuck their necks, carelessly piercing towards the green sky, but they were a bit free and easy.

When the dawn first dawned, the village was still bitingly cold, and the wind blew up a burst of white snow foam, which smashed down on the ground.In such weather, few people are willing to go out.But when the morning cooking in the village was getting up, a person came along the dark path.

He was about twenty years old, with thin eyebrows and small eyes, and a little hay was stained on his curly hair.There was an unconcealable ruffian between the eyebrows, and the dangling figure perfectly proved this point.In such weather, he was still wearing very little, a thin shirt and a mandarin jacket that had been washed white.The most striking thing is his waist, thin and long, like a straight gun barrel.Although he swayed back and forth when he walked, his waist was always upright, containing an indescribable energy.

A wooden door beside the path opened just at this moment, making a toothache "squeak" sound, and then a woman about forty years old came out.Her hair is a little gray, but she is in good spirits.

She saw the young man wandering on the alley at a glance, and couldn't help frowning: "Xiaoju, where are you going to fool around in such a cold day? You said you were old and young, but You only know how to dance guns with the old grandson in the east of the village, and you don't want to learn a serious craft, no wonder no daughters are interested in you."

Sun Xiaoju stopped, and said with a grin: "Aunt Li, don't worry about me when you are old. I can feed the whole family by myself now. Maybe after the new year, I will go out to make a living. It would be so inconvenient if you drag your family with you. Besides, I'm poor and white now, how could someone else's daughter fall in love with me?"

Sun Xiaoju grew up eating a variety of meals in this small mountain village.He didn't have a surname at first, and people in the whole village only called him "Xiaoju". Since he studied art with the old head of the village east, he has been surnamed Sun.This old man has been in the village for several years. He is lonely and stays at home all day long.Others didn't think much of him, but Sun Xiaoju often went to visit him, and the old bachelor met the young bachelor, and they got to know each other well.

Sun Xiaoju knew that the old man knew some tricks, so he wanted to learn a few tricks, and even if he didn't do well in the future, he would have some capital to gather in the green forest.The old man seemed to see through his mind, even though he chatted and bragged with him all day long, he was unwilling to teach him those tricks.Sun Xiaoju was quick-witted, so he stole a jar of wine from other people's house from time to time to honor the old man, such a poor place, it is impossible to have any good wine.The wine was undoubtedly bitter and astringent, but the old man drank it until his brows and eyes bloomed, and every time he drank it until the jar was empty and there was not a drop of wine left.

The old man seemed a little drunk that day, and he sang a tune, but Sun Xiaoju couldn't remember exactly what he sang.The old man's voice is also ugly, but the way he sings it gives people a strange and simple feeling.After the song was sung, the old man cried.Then he found a rotten silver gun from the back room, smelled of alcohol, and danced in the small courtyard.The gun is like a part of the old man's arm, it can be tapped or pierced, picked or pressed, and it can be easily grasped without any sense of stagnation.Suddenly, dazzling gunflowers bloomed in the courtyard.After dancing for a while, he put away his moves, and the old man fell asleep, while Sun Xiaoju watched over the whole night.When the old man woke up the next day, he squeezed Sun Xiaoju's arm and said, "Although you are not a genius, you can still be regarded as a good seed for martial arts. Your nature is good after all." At this point, Sun Xiaoju was officially accepted as a disciple.

Aunt Li knew that this boy had never been serious, and sighed: "It's a pity that your parents died early, otherwise someone would control you, and I'm afraid your grandson is already in your arms. You don't know how to cherish yourself, so cold My God, I wear so little, it will be bad if it gets frozen."

At this time, Sun Xiaoju's body was like a small hot stove, and he didn't feel cold at all.But he knew that this matter could not be explained clearly, so he pouted his lips and said to Aunt Li: "Ma'am, I'm fine. I can see that your Juanzi's belly must be a big fat boy this time, don't forget it when the time comes." In order to leave me a few red eggs, I am also happy."

When Aunt Li heard this, her face immediately beamed with joy, and she said: "You kid, although you don't usually have a straight face, your mouth is really pleasing, and you like to pick what others like to say, as if smeared with honey. I said, Xiaoju, are you still hungry? Madam just cooked some porridge, come in and have a drink to warm up your body."

Sun Xiaoju was about to evade, and then followed Aunt Li to drink a bowl of porridge.Just at this moment, a vague bloody smell floated over.Sun Xiaoju's heart was awe-inspiring, and he sniffed suddenly, and the bloody smell suddenly became stronger.

"Ma'am, I've already eaten, so I won't go in and bother you. I'll come over and have a drink tomorrow." Sun Xiaoju grinned and cupped his fists, made a promise to Aunt Li, and ran straight out of the village.

Seeing Sun Xiaoju who left suddenly, Aunt Li said in a daze, "What the hell is this kid doing?" Then she shook her head and went back to the house.

Sun Xiaoju breathed a sigh of relief, and ran very fast, "chiliuchiliu" on the snow, as if sliding over, and arrived outside the village after a while.

After the old man accepted him, he first taught him how to punch, and when Sun Xiaoju was able to strike well, he taught him to swing the big stick.This big pole is very long and heavy, and it requires strong wrist strength when swinging the big pole, so Sun Xiaoju suffered a lot for this.Later, when the wrist strength is enough, it is time to pay attention to the ability to send and receive freely.The old man asked him to use a big pole to pierce the candle flame. He had to practice until the candle flame was extinguished and the pole tip did not touch the wick.For this reason, Sun Xiaoju practiced for three full years, and finally he was able to meet the requirements of the old man.It was an extremely boring three years, but the old man actually praised Sun Xiaoju for his good understanding, and said that he had practiced for five full years before he reached this point.

Now that he was able to swing the big pole like a tiger, and he could basically send and receive it freely, Sun Xiaoju thought it's time to teach the gun handle style?But the old man asked him to continue to shake the big pole, this time to spot flies, and the flies on the window paper should be killed with the big pole without any damage to the window paper.Summer is to deal with flies, and when autumn is cool and winter is cold and spring is getting warmer, the old man asks Sun Xiaoju to lick his eyelids.Now Sun Xiaoju panicked, and at first his hands trembled while holding the big pole.The big pole couldn't be stopped even if he clicked it up. If the old man hadn't been quite capable, he would have been blinded countless times by Sun Xiaoju.After practicing like this for a few more years, Sun Xiaoju was finally able to achieve "the pole is like a line, and the heart and hands are hidden inside".

It was time to teach the gun handle, but for some reason the old man gave Sun Xiaoju a sword - the sword was very short, if it didn't have a grid, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a dagger, and there were several shovels on the bare sword. Jin's teeny scribe: Mu Xueyin.Then he selectively taught Sun Xiaoju some sword handle moves.Sun Xiaoju trembled at the sight of these sword handles, they were all deadly moves to win in extremely dangerous places.He was thinking about the gun-handle style that bloomed like a silver flower in his heart, and begged several times, but the old man seemed determined, even if he refused to teach him, he had no choice but to give up.

Later, the old man passed on another piece of inner strength and mental method to him, and he refused to teach him anything after he had some foundation of inner strength.Although Sun Xiaoju only learned the gun-handle style and made some entanglements, the old man refused to accept it, and sometimes he would even suddenly disappear for a long time.As for where he went, Sun Xiaoju asked occasionally, but the old man kept secret and never mentioned it.

Sun Xiaoju didn't know if the footwork he was using now was considered light work, because the old man didn't teach him this. This footwork was figured out by himself when he observed rabbits running and foxes chasing desperately in the snow. It was called "fox trot". ".

This footwork is somewhat interesting, and it is about "rising like a rabbit, walking like a cunning fox".

At this time, the large open space outside the village was covered with white snow, and Sun Xiaoju saw the man lying in the snow at a glance.Several wounds on the man's body were bleeding out, and the bloody smell just now was obviously coming from here.

Sun Xiaoju hesitated for a moment, tightened his cuffs, and walked cautiously towards the man.Because his Mu Xueyin is very short, it is hidden in his left sleeve.The man obviously still had some breath, so Sun Xiaoju walked up to him, only took a brief look, and couldn't help but gasped.

The man was wearing a white silk gown, and several shocking blood flowers bloomed on the numb white, rushing straight towards the man's eyes.After another glance, Sun Xiaoju knew that this man was determined to die.There were several wounds on his body, the most serious of which was the wound on his back, which was a fatal penetrating wound.The attacker was quite vicious, he stabbed in from the back and penetrated to the chest, leaving a bloody hole.Sun Xiaoju thought that the wound must have been pierced with a spear, and the sword was determined not to be so cruel.For some reason, a strange feeling of being on the scene appeared in his mind, as if he saw with his own eyes the scene where the gun pulled out several silver flowers and then penetrated the body, and even the flesh-and-blood "stab" The sound is also like ringing in the ear.

The comatose posture of this person also seemed a bit strange, his body was bent like a shrimp, and his hands were tightly clenched.Muscles will naturally relax when unconscious, but this person is like a taut string, especially when his hands are tightly held, the nails are almost digging into the flesh.

There are some tricks in this hand!Sun Xiaoju understood immediately.

He collected himself, bent down slowly, and carefully reached out to touch the white fist.At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes.Sun Xiaoju was startled, and hastily withdrew his hand.