"Click~click~"

In the empty cavern, the light was dim and it was impossible to see the surroundings, only the ticking of water proved the reality of this existence. In the dim cavern, the boy kept moving forward with his own senses.

He didn't know what he was looking for, he just moved by feeling.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy vaguely saw a little fluorescence in front of him. The fluorescence sometimes formed the appearance of the young man's mother, and sometimes transformed the scene of the former sect, and the young man couldn't help but speed up his pace and hurriedly chase after the light.

"Ahh

The boy chased after the fluorescent, not paying attention to his feet, and fell into the endless darkness with one foot.

"Ahh

The young man woke up from his dream and recalled that his mother had died and the sect had been destroyed, and he couldn't help but feel sad. I also remembered that I was the only one left in the sect, so I had to correct my mentality and avenge my mother when I had the ability. After the boy figured it out, he found himself in a hut and couldn't help but look around. A bed, a table, a feast, a harp, a sword, a stack of books. Simple and rustic.

"Wake up, come out. When the young man heard this, he straightened his clothes and got up and walked out quickly.

I saw the white-haired man who saved him before playing the piano and bluestone, turning over like an immortal. Set against the high willow on the stone side, the willow next to the stream. The boy couldn't help but be stupid.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano was urgent, like a jade bead falling on the plate, and like the light and blood shadow of the iron horse glacier. The boy walked slowly towards the white-haired man in this passionate voice. The man didn't see it, and the sound of the piano continued to increase like a heavenly sound, not like the sound of the world.

"Bang!"

When the boy walked up to the white-haired man, the strings were overwhelmed and finally broke.

The man flicked his beard and looked at the young man who was about to crumble, and nodded incessantly: "Good heart! What is your name?"

The young man tried to stabilize his nerves that were shocked by the sound of the piano, and bowed down and said, "Yi Feng." ”

"Hahaha" The man said with a smile: "It's easy to catch the sun and moon for nine days, and it's difficult for the late autumn maple to fall at night." It's a good name. ”

"Senior ......"

"You don't have to call me senior. The man waved his hand and said, "My name is Mu Qing, just call me sir." ”

"Sir!" Yi Feng said again, "What is the meaning of the poem that Mr. just heard my name?"

"I didn't know the meaning of the song when I first heard it, and I was already a person in the song when I heard it again. You'll understand later. Mu Qing replied casually, and then got up and went back to the house.

"Come with me. ”

Yi Feng shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, and hurriedly followed Mu Qing.

The two people in the room sat on the ground facing each other at the table, and Mu Qing held a teacup in his hand and raised his glass to taste slowly. And Yi Feng sat upright and didn't say a word.

Mu Qing sent the teacup down and asked, "How old is it?"

"Seven years old. ”

"Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

"The first day after tomorrow. ”

"Do you know why the other party killed you?"

"I don't know!"

"Is there a grudge?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want revenge?"

When Yi Feng heard this, he couldn't help but get up and look at Mu Qing, and then knelt on the ground and clenched his fists: "Master is above, be worshiped by the apprentice!"

Mu Qing hurriedly held Yi Feng, who wanted to make a great gift, and said, "If you want revenge, I can teach you skills, but I won't accept you as an apprentice." ”

Yi Feng was taken aback when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Master......"

Mu Qing interrupted: "Don't call me master, blame me for not having a master-apprentice relationship, if you insist, just call me a teacher." ”

"This ......" Yi Feng couldn't help but be entangled after hearing this.

Mu Qing said again: "Formal but not formal, if not, don't teach." ”

Although Yi Feng is young and old, he is a child after all, and when he heard this, he hurriedly said: "In this way, Yi Feng will call Mr. as a teacher." The words of the teacher are the words of the parents, and the teachings of the teachers are the teachings of the parents. After speaking, bow respectfully.

"Very good! Very good!" Hearing Yi Feng's words, Mu Qing nodded with satisfaction. "Since you call me a teacher, the teacher will give you a greeting gift. ”

Yi Feng was overjoyed when he heard this. Mu Qing continued: "After you woke up, have you ever observed the surroundings?"

"When the student woke up, he did look around. Simple yet elegant. Yi Feng replied.

"So I will give you the four weeks. Mu Qing smiled, "From now on, this house will belong to you." ”

"Usually I only arrange for you to pick tea and get water. It is necessary to know that the tea should be the buds with dew drops on the mountain peak in the morning, and the water should be a clear spring in the mountain stream ten miles away. The rest of the time is up to you, and your diet is on your own. When you break the strings on this harp, wipe away the cold light on this sword, and memorize the knowledge in this book like a stream, you can go down the mountain and enter the world. Do you understand?"

Yi Feng replied: "The student understands. ”

Mu Qing nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Do you still have questions?"

Yi Feng couldn't help but be excited when he heard this: "May I ask the teacher, can you know who harmed my mother and destroyed my sect?"

Mu Qing's original smile gradually retracted after hearing this, and said, "When you go down the mountain, I will inform you." "Rest early, and tomorrow I will do what I have arranged." ”

After hearing this, Yi Feng couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but he still nodded and said, "The teacher also rests early." ”

......

The next morning, the morning dawn star hung high in the eastern night sky, dotted with a few darker clouds, and the silhouette of black mountains intertwined with the somewhat white sky.

Yi Feng washed his hands with clean water, and then carried the basket on his back to the top of the mountain.

Although Yi Feng lives on the mountainside and is not far from the top of the mountain, he is too young after all, and it is very difficult to walk the mountain road. Fortunately, Yi Feng had a foundation in martial arts, and when the clouds turned from black to white to yellow until they turned red, Yi Feng also reached the top of the mountain.

Looking into the distance, the dawn clouds are colored, and the sun is comfortable through the waves, and I can't help but feel relaxed. Taking a deep breath of the morning, Yi Feng also began to pick tea leaves.

I saw him wrap the basket with a wet towel, and then quickly lifted it down with both hands from side to side. But half a ring, half a basket has been lifted. Yi Feng straightened his clothes and went down the mountain.

Back at the thatched hut, after Yi Feng dried the tea leaves, he lifted two wooden barrels and went to the mountain stream ten miles away. This wooden barrel is also strange to say, the others are no different from ordinary wooden barrels, that is, the base is a cone, which makes Yi Feng can't help but smile bitterly, the teacher's trick is really high.

Coming to the mountain stream and small pool, Yi Feng looked at the surrounding scenery and couldn't help but sigh: "The smoke cage forest is looking for the willows, and the jade spring is a stream in the Ding Dong Valley." The chuckle cries and sings, and the pond is deep and quiet. ”

"It's a quiet and beautiful scenery, if I have no family and hatred for the country, it is a blessing to live here. Then he smiled bitterly and threw away the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, "That's it, I'm not a comfortable person, it's better to complete the task assigned by the teacher quickly." With that, Yi Feng pulled up his shirt, opened his bow left and right to fill two buckets of water, and then got up and went back.

On the way back, Yi Feng had to praise the teacher's cleverness again, because the bottom of the barrel was a cone, so after filling it with water, Yi Feng could only carry the bucket back. Walking ten miles of mountain road with two buckets of water, and there was no rest in between, but it was unspeakably miserable for seven-year-old Yi Feng.

At the end of the day, in addition to picking tea on the top of the mountain in the morning, Yi Feng kept going back and forth to fetch water from the two places, until dusk, when the water tank with Yi Feng's height was finally filled.

In the evening, Yi Feng hastily ate some porridge, then dragged his body into the quilt, and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes.

The next morning, Yi Feng shook his sore arm and set his eyes on the things that the teacher had given him. Since tea leaves are only picked in spring and summer, and they can be picked once every three days, and the water tank can be used for almost three days after being full, Yi Feng began to study the items given to him by the teacher after he had his own time.

Yi Feng looked at the qin, and saw that the qin had seven strings, a paulownia wood body, a catalpa wood base, silk strings, and a jade piano emblem, which was simple and classical. Throughout the piano head to the scorched tail, it is like a phoenix body, a dragon pond and a phoenix swamp, the phoenix eyes are protected, and the aftermath is endless.

Randomly plucked the strings, Yi Feng turned his gaze to the sword, holding the sword and looking at it, the sword is two feet long, the sword is half a finger wide, the sword body is cast and thin, the wooden hilt, the sword penetrates the cold light, and there is a buzzing sound when he flicks it.

"Good sword!" Yi Feng couldn't help but praise. Then he sheathed his sword and turned to look at the pile of books.

Yi Feng flipped through and found that there were only a few sword books and a few music books in this stack of books, and the rest were related to the mountains and rivers, the five elements gossip, and the marching formation. Although Yi Feng didn't understand the teacher's meaning, it was inconvenient to ask, so he picked up a music book and studied it by himself.

Since then, Yi Feng has mainly been picking tea, fetching water, practicing the piano, reading books, and practicing swords, and occasionally discussing with the teacher or playing some game and tooth sacrifices. Time flies, the white horse flies, I don't know the geometry.