Mr. Chun carried a palm fan, sat on the rocking chair under the grape trellis, and swayed "crunchly". A small cool breeze entered the yard. He found that he wanted to lift his vest to dry his stomach, and suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and quickly Straightening his posture, he straightened his waist and tried to flatten the extra piece of meat on his stomach, pretending it didn't exist.
At this time, the apprentice called him: "Master, eat."
"Let it go first." Mr. Chun casually waved his fan, frowned slightly, and hummed a mournful Xipi Erliu, "There is a storm outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, where is the sad sound breaking the silence..."
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The apprentice didn't say a word, and placed the dishes on the small stone table in the courtyard.
Well, there is no need to "break the loneliness" this time. Mr. Chun, who is "unparalleled in elegance and splendor", slapped his mouth and said, "It's too hot, I really don't have any appetite, just seeing the rice is enough... That hawthorn cheese that I boiled yesterday. Do you have any more, give me a bowl, that Xiaoshi."
That's it, before the meal, he drank the food in a reserved manner. After finishing the meal, he ate two large bowls of rice and a bowl of soup filled with seams. Mr. Chun burped secretly, and regretted eating too much. Looking at the little apprentice again, he is thin and handsome, with a pair of sleeves rolled up on his elbows, and a thin layer of skin on both arms, with clear muscles and clear muscles underneath.
"Tsk," Mr. Chun thought angrily, "eating and living together, why doesn't this kid grow meat? Isn't he just young."
It's not really-
The little apprentice was sweating profusely cooking, waited for the master to finish eating, and then quietly cleaned up the tableware. After washing, he swept the small courtyard and poured a layer of cool water to cool off the heat, inside and out. After he had cleaned up and digested his dinner, he washed his hands, made a pot of jasmine flowers for Master, and went to practice. During this period, Mr. Chun's buttocks never left the chair. The old man sat there before meals and waited to eat. After eating, he sat one after another, shaking his fan one after another, and wanted to dry his stomach again.
It can be seen that the meat also has its ins and outs.
Mr. Chun watched his little apprentice practice the sword. The sword in his hand seemed to be alive, like the waves on the sea. , his eyes were as serene as the center of a storm. Mr. Chun watched for a while, the fan stopped shaking, he sighed - this boy, his heart is really quiet.
When practicing martial arts and practicing gong, there are three, six, nine, and other aptitudes. Some people with high comprehension will be able to teach them once, and if they are stupid, they may not be able to get the hang of it after ten or twenty years of practice. Wan Muchun inherited the killing technique. The killing technique does not need to be extremely powerful, and the chest is broken all day long; it does not need to be exquisite, and the whole audience is shocked when it appears. For those who practice killing, the greatest talent is tranquility of mind. They can breathe with the grass and trees, attach their five senses and six senses to the target's five senses and six senses, and wait for an opportunity to kill with one blow.
It's not fancy, but it has to be precise—precisely tested.
The little apprentice is a good seedling, Mr. Chun thought regretfully, if it wasn't for Wanmuchun washing his hands after the liberation, the young apprentice might have become a legend.
"Xiao Xiaoer," Mr. Chun said slowly, "it's almost time to take a break. If you are born ten years later, I won't teach you these skills."
The young apprentice Wei Xiao was picked up by Mr. Chun. During the turbulent years, the streets were filled with unwanted children. One day Mr. Chun was playing with a group of fanciers. He drank too much and picked up an apprentice. After taking a look, I found that the child was not thick and had good eyesight, and he didn't lack that mouthful of food, so he left people in a sloppy way.
Before Mr. Huichun "washed his hands", he passed his kung fu and mantle to his young apprentice Wei Xiao... He trained the apprentice into a generation of famous chefs.
Mr. Chun said, "When I die in the future, you will be the head of the sect, but our sect has been passed down from the Southern Song Dynasty to the present, and it is enough. The ancestors don't expect you to carry forward the sect, so relax."
Wei Xiao has been less talkative since he heard it. He just laughed when he heard it, and the knife in his hand kept shining.
In ancient times, Wan Muchun was not a well-known and decent school. In order to hone his apprentice's "extremely dangerous sword", his master used any means. Beating and scolding were trivial matters. Life is nothing special. Mr. Chun recalled the past and said: "We were all forced out since childhood. When we grow up, we have to rely on this thing to survive and seek fame and fortune. Why do you practice knives?"
Wei Xiao still just smiled and replied softly: "It's just a hobby, I feel like this knife will chat with me."
After listening to Mr. Chun, his chest thumped and he thought, "It's better to seek fame and fortune."
Because it is human nature to seek fame and fortune, and those who do not seek fame and fortune are often close to demons.
Mr. Chun heard a legend when he was a child, saying that some famous swords and swords handed down from ancient times are different from ordinary iron when they are cast. Talk to the sword. Others see the sword as a weapon that hurts people, but in their eyes, they are old friends who have reunited after a long absence, so whether they are practicing swords or practicing swords, they are all penetrating and analogous, and they are all amazing swordsmen and swordsmen.
But... such people often end badly.
From ancient times to the present, how many of those big monsters and little monsters in folklore have ended well
When Mr. Chun was about to leave, he took his little apprentice by the hand and asked him to give him a few words.
The first sentence is: "Don't get ahead, don't be serious, just get by, just be a common man who doesn't look like everyone else."
The second sentence is: "Wan Muchun's swordsmanship belongs to your generation, don't pass it down, the killing technique is ominous."
Wei Xiao wept bitterly to bid farewell to his teacher, remembering the parting of life and death, but not the words of his master.
When someone came to challenge, Wei Xiao answered if he asked. If he didn't fail, how could he lose the reputation of his ancestors
Mr. Yu summoned a group of heroes to encircle and suppress Xu's family. The leader of the alliance issued an order. Of course, Wei Xiao obeyed the dispatch.
Appeared at the martial arts conference to drink tea, and left after ordering Mao. Wei Xiao is such a character. If he insists on staying, he has nothing to say to others, and he does not have the ability to both sides.
Being besieged by the younger generation of the Beggar Gang, he would not retreat, and he would be red-eyed with one enemy, but no one was killed, but one person broke a tendon. Wei Xiao was already doing his best to show mercy.
Famous swords can't hide their edge, and Mr. Chun's worries have come true.
Wei Xiao took the lead, was serious, and refused to let it pass. He is not the kind of hero who can respond at the cusp of the storm, so he has to be tired of fame and hide in Tibet.
When he knew Mu Shaoai, Wei Xiao also had someone he liked, but the society was not so open at that time. He was shy by nature and didn't dare to show it. He just kept it in his heart. Later, the girl married an old friend of his. How much affection can only be buried in the heart. A few years later, the couple passed away due to some special era reasons, and there was only one boy left. Tuo Gu gave it to Wei Xiao, and the child was Wei Huan.
Before the age of five, he was called "Yan Huan". Later, when he went out to play with other children, others joked that he had no parents and no mother. He was raised, so the gossips turned their attention, saying that the child was an illegitimate child he made before he got married.
But that doesn't matter, anyway, his Wei Xiao's reputation is not very good.
The ancestors practiced Pao Ding Jie Niu in order to establish their own lives. If they could not live and live, of course, they would not practice or pass on them. Wei Xiao was different. He passed on the apprentice knife, like introducing an old friend to the younger generation, and couldn't help it.
Wei Xiao made two mistakes in his life. The first time was when he saw Wei Huan dig out Paoding Jieniu's knife score and follow the gestures. He couldn't help correcting and pointing out a few words. The second time was when Xiao Ganqing took his razor to learn from him clumsily and repeatedly entangled him, but he couldn't hold it.
Wei Huan is not a lively and outgoing child by nature. Wei Xiao always thinks that this child is like himself, and he will be more bored after following him. At that time, the family will be poor and can't afford toys. Teaching him a little work is to hone his mind and relieve his boredom.
But he was wrong. Wei Huan was not like him at all. When he grew up, he made a wrong step and made a wrong step, and was pushed by fate to a place out of his reach.
Later, he adopted Gan Qing by chance, and when he was older, Wei Xiao's temperament became more peaceful. He took care of this little girl with a complicated life like a little flower. At first, I always thought it was very simple, the little girl was so small, her family was ruined, no one cared, and she ended up in this field, all because he didn't teach his apprentice well, and it was his responsibility to bring this child up.
But people are not flowers and plants, he keeps them, and he forgets why he adopted this little girl.
When Wei Xiao is old, the sword will rust and curl, and people will be lonely. When he was young, he was dragged down by Wei Huan. He never had a family in his life. A lively little burden has become the most important stroke in his life.
Gan Qing and her senior brother have completely opposite personalities. They are smart, and they are very skinny. Before the age of five, they could climb trees and do everything, but their knees were not good. When she went to school, she was called a parent every three days by the teacher, and she actually read well. The teacher said from a young age that she would go to university in the future.
For her sake, he began to keep his edge and hide his name, following behind her all day long, worrying about his trivial heart. Sometimes I feel in a trance that this is the little daughter he always came to console.
However, once there is an untouchable truth in the pond, the moon shadow and flower fragrance on the surface will become a fleeting light. The solace that was stolen must always be returned.
The rules handed down by the ancestors, Wan Muchun can only pass on one disciple, Wei Xiao broke the precept.
It was too cold that day, Gan Qing had been away from home for a week, Wei Xiao was about to go crazy, and just when he had no choice but to reveal his hiding place and ask for help, Meng Tianyi recovered a bloody suit. Gan Qing.
Wei Xiao's heart skipped a beat, knowing that something was wrong.
"It's really Wei Huan?" Meng Tianyi's forehead was sweating, "No, it's impossible, right? Wei Huan is really back, how can he be so cruel? You didn't say that girl went to school, he even sent money back then... Brother Wei, What are you going to do?"
"I'll take a look, he dares to do it, dare he come to see me - you look at Gan Qing, don't let her out again!"
"Me?" Meng Tianyi pointed to himself, then looked at Gan Qing, one head turned into two big ones, "Ah, Brother Wei, your family is a living ancestor, how can I control her?"
Wei Xiao paused, walked quickly to the desk, took out an envelope from it, and bowed his head, he wrote the words "Respect Wan Muchun's ancestors and ancestors" on the envelope.
"Hey!" Meng Tianyi was shocked, "What are you doing? Are you really willing to expel her from the teacher's door?"
"I can't scare her otherwise." Wei Xiao rolled up some small change and coupons for a dozen foreign fast food and stuffed it into the envelope, making it look like there was something in the envelope - that would be foreign fast food for a family like them Speaking of, it is still a very luxurious thing. I eat it once in a while, and I don’t want to order directly. I always carefully save a lot of these small coupons and piece together what I want to eat.
Wei Xiao glanced at Gan Qing, sighed again, took out the coupon, and exchanged 20 yuan to go in: "You are my creditor."
That was his last look at his little creditor.
Some people probably come to pay off their debts in their entire life, and when they are finished, they also leave.
There are only three or two legends left, and together with the old events in the rivers and lakes, the smoke and fire dissipated.
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