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In May of this year's lunar calendar, it is the summer harvest season in the Ganlong area. The golden wheat fields of the www.biquge.info are particularly dazzling against the blue sky and the waves of the Yellow River in the distance. In the bright sun, a middle-aged couple with their two children are harvesting wheat. The little boy was about eleven or twelve years old, and he was born with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, and he was strong and powerful. I saw him bending over, holding the wheat in his left hand and wielding the sickle in his right hand. In a few moments he had reached the end of a row of wheat. He turned back with a cheer and shouted at his father, "Daddy, I'm done, I'm done." The middle-aged man raised his head, gave the boy a thumbs up, and encouraged his son, "Good boy, you are really hardworking." The boy asked his mother for credit, "Mom, you see how fast I cut." The beautiful woman who still had charm deliberately pretended to be disapproving, shook her head and said, "It's not good to cut it yourself, it's really fast to help your little sister cut it fast." The boy suddenly came to his senses, and with a look of shame on his face, he said, "That's what Mom taught. Helping the poor and taking care of women and children is indeed the duty of our generation. The boy walked a few steps quickly to the little sister's side, snatched the sickle from the little sister's hand, and cut the wheat again. The little sister is only six or seven years old, and she doesn't know any big truths, and when she saw her brother coming to help her, she hurriedly clapped her hands and applauded, "Brother is so good, brother is so good." When the middle-aged man heard this, he felt very funny, and couldn't help but start teasing the little girl, "Last night, I grabbed egg cakes with your brother to eat, saying that your brother is a big villain, why is my brother so good today?" The little girl pouted, "I said that my brother is so good, I will say that my brother is so good." The middle-aged man found it more and more interesting, and he said, "Okay, good, your brother is so good." Then, he asked the woman next to him with concern, "Yingying, are you tired, do you want to take a break?" The woman called Yingying didn't even raise her head, "Hmph, pretend to be kind, I think you're not as good as An'er!" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, "Okay, okay, I'm not as good as An'er." Let me cut the wheat alone, you take Ning'er to rest and drink some water first. The woman smiled and said, "Brother Chong, this is what you said, then I will go and rest first." She really dropped the sickle, took Ning'er's little hand, and went to rest under the willow tree by the well.

This middle-aged couple is the once well-known Ling Hu Chong and Ren Yingying. In the second year after marriage, Ling Hu Chong and Ren Yingying moved their family to the northwest to avoid grievances in the rivers and lakes, and finally lived in seclusion in a place called Shuijiaozhuang in Jincheng Anning Fort. Here is the Yellow River in the south, surrounded by mountains in the north, and sparsely populated, making the most of the magnificent and desolate beauty of the northwest. In order to hide people's eyes, Ling Hu Chong planted more than a dozen acres of wheat, and occasionally built some bulky furniture for the villagers, but he could barely survive. Although the days are uneventful, because they are far away from the swords and swords on the rivers and lakes, they make people feel happy and down-to-earth. Ling Hu'an and Ling Huning were born one after another over the years, which added endless joy to the two of them.

By the time the father and son had finished cutting two rows of wheat together, Ren Yingying and Ning Er had already spread a half-old blanket under the shade of the tree, on which were placed a large pot of steamed buns, a small plate of braised beef, a pot of water and a pot of Xifeng soju. Linghu Chong is uninhibited by nature, he can accept it calmly with brocade clothes and jade food, and he doesn't care about coarse clothes and light rice, but he loves fine wine, and if he doesn't drink it for a day, the food is tasteless, and he can't sleep at night. Ren Yingying's persuasion for a long time was fruitless, so she had to let it go. Fortunately, after giving birth to children, Ling Hu Chong began to gradually learn to restrain his alcohol addiction, and he was no longer drunk as usual. After the cups and chopsticks were arranged, Ren Yingying instructed Ning Er, "Quickly call your father to eat." Ning'er happily ran into the wheat field, and was about to tear open her throat and shout, but found that her father was prostrate on the wheat field, his ears were close to the ground, his right hand was up, and he made a forbidden gesture. She was stunned. Brother Ling Hu'an stepped forward and hugged her in his arms, biting her ear and comforting her, "Little sister, don't be afraid, Daddy, Mom and Brother will protect you." Ning'er bit her lip and nodded. At this time, Ren Yingying also discovered the abnormality of the situation, she looked around, saw that there was no one around, and jumped to Ling Hu Chong's side with light skills, and asked eagerly, "Brother Chong, what's wrong?"

Linghu Chong jumped to his feet, patted the dirt on his hands, and replied, "It's nothing. It seems that more than a dozen horsemen are galloping from the southeast, and I don't know what kind of business they are doing. After finishing speaking, Ling Hu Chong led Ling Hu An with his left hand and Ling Hu Ning with his right hand, and walked under the willow shade. Ren Yingying obediently poured him a glass of water and wine. So the four of them sat around eating and drinking.

Before the four of them finished their lunch, they saw dust rising from the southeast, and after a while, they saw more than ten horsemen rushing straight over. These people were all dressed in coarse linen clothes, their heads were wrapped in white cloth, and their faces were full of Qi. Ling Hu Chong and Ren Yingying were very surprised, and a young man led by him had already turned over and dismounted, knelt on his legs, and kowtowed to Ling Hu Chong and Ren Yingying three times, "The sect leader of our sect died without illness at the beginning of this month, and he came to report the funeral to Ling Hu Daxia and his wife by the order of Shangguan Yun, the right envoy of Guangming. ”

At that time, Ling Hu Chong was holding a wine glass in his hand, only to hear a sound on the ground, and the wine glass had been crushed by him. He cried bitterly, "Brother Xiang, my good Brother Xiang." Ren Yingying also hugged the two children and couldn't help sobbing in a low voice. The more than ten members of the Sun Moon God Sect who came to report the funeral all knelt on the ground, and they didn't dare to calm down for a while without Ling Hu Chong's order. After Ling Hu Chong's mood calmed down slightly, he hurriedly helped up the young man who was in the lead, "Please get up, please get up, everyone please get up." Linghu Chong was grieved for a while, forgot the etiquette, and asked you to atone for your sins. ”

After everyone leveled down one after another, Linghu rushed to the young man and asked, "Dare to ask the young man's surname? Presumably, the reputation of respecting the teacher is not small. The young man replied, "Xie Linghu praises him." The late-born Wang Leehom is now the deputy incense master of the Sun and Moon God Sect Vermilion Bird Hall, and some martial arts are taught by his father Wang Cheng, which makes Linghu Daxia smile. ”

Linghu said, "You're too humble. Young people can have such light skills as you, which can be regarded as very presumptuous. Your father, Wang Chenggui, is an elder of the Divine Sect, and he has made a name for himself by breaking through the rivers and lakes with his mixed Yuan Divine Palm. I didn't expect that light work would have such attainments. If he has the opportunity in the future, he will definitely ask Ling Zun for advice. ”

Wang Leehom was embarrassed and complimented, "Linghu Daxia is famous, how dare my father get an axe in front of Linghu Daxia?"

After chatting for a while, Ling Huchong asked again, "Brother Xiang has always been physically tough, and he wrote a letter in early spring this year, saying that he ate three bowls of rice and nibbled on a roast chicken on Chinese New Year's Eve, why did he suddenly pass away?"

Wang Leehom replied, "I am really puzzled by my late life. On the afternoon of the 10th day of the first month of this month, the sect leader and a group of elders in the sect were still discussing how to reduce the number of people and increase efficiency, and remove redundant personnel, and after the meeting, they also drank a bowl of porridge. Unexpectedly, it was already in the sky at the end of the night. According to the medicine doctor, the sect leader was worried about the affairs of his religion, and died of exhaustion and exhaustion. The main body of the church, Bao Rendao, pan love and charity, and the whole of the church are grateful, although it is difficult to repay one of them even if they die. ”

When Ling Hu Chong heard this, he groaned for a while, and sighed, "Xiang eldest brother is uninhibited and broad-minded, and from now on, there is one less hero who stands up to the sky and the earth on the rivers and lakes." ”

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