I quietly closed this "Secret History of Western Xia", from childhood to adulthood, the two stories I like to read have been lingering in my heart for a long time, and countless questions in my heart always plague me at night, unable to eat and sleep!

This ancient and dilapidated "Secret History of the Western Xia" was obtained by my father many years ago in a temple cave in the Western Regions, and most of the contents recorded in the book are the top secret historical materials of the Western Xia Kingdom, and its preciousness is incomparable. www.biquge.info As we all know, this Xixia State, which was established by the Dangxiang clan, can be recorded in writing, and what can be recorded in writing is really pitiful, and what is circulated among the people is just a wild history!

Did Genghis Khan really die at the hands of the princess of Western Xia?

Was the late emperor of Western Xia really as he said and was slaughtered by Genghis Khan's sons?

Where exactly is Genghis Khan's mausoleum?

Are the four strategies given to the princess by the late Western Xia Emperor true or false?

All of this remains a mystery to this day, a mystery that will never be solved!

For a while, my mind was in turmoil, and then I raised my head and looked at this yellow earth from afar!

Sky blue, really blue!

Under the endless blue sky, a few clouds wander in the sky; The high and low loess slopes tell the vicissitudes of this loess one after another; A few lush old pines stand on a hill in the distance and look vibrant; A giant dragon, tumbling with yellow blood, rushed towards the vast and mysterious sea in the east.

Whenever I stand on this Mujia Cliff, looking at the endless blue sky in front of me, the boundless barren mountains, the lonely and hideous old pines, and the Yellow River that overturns the river and the sea, my heart is always empty. For more than ten years, I have lived a free and easy life, which seems to be the whole of my life, but a heart that throbs from time to time has a trace of impulse to rush out of the edge of the loess and take a look at the outside world.

Looking back on the past, I can't help but feel a little sad. When I was young, there were many playmates in the village, and now that I am growing up, the children in the village either go out to make a living, or get famous, or go to the rivers and lakes, all of them are mixed with sound and color, only I still stay in this secluded mountain village on the Loess Plateau, and I am almost suffocated by the strong desire for the outside world in my heart!

Suddenly, a familiar and loud Xintianyou came from afar, breaking my thoughts:

"The goat at the head."

"The ...... of the Three Lights"

"Oops, that bell you brought with you"

"Oh whoa, that ...... sound"

"Blue line line (the) blue line line"

"Blue Grid Eng (of) Colorful ......"

"Give birth to an orchid flower"

"A true love for the dead......"

"The seedlings of the field in the five grains"

"Counting the ...... of sorghum"

"Daughter of the Thirteen Provinces (Yo)"

"Just count (that) orchid flowers......

The sound became farther and farther away, and only a little white shadow could be seen moving slowly on the yellow earth. Every time I hear the voice of Xintianyou, my heart seems to be much calmer, and I often sigh how good it would be if I could be like that sheep herder. This scene has been repeated for ten years unconsciously, and the baby herding sheep also looks the same size as me.

In the past ten years, whenever I am upset, I will run to this cliff to look at the blue sky, watch the Yellow River, listen to songs, maybe only the charm of nature can make me so calm. After calming down, I couldn't help but feel a poem, and casually read out a poem:

Yellow sheep white spots, lone pine emerald green shadow,

The sky blue geese return to the south, who will come in the snow winter?

After expressing my feelings, seeing that it was still early, I tried to see if I could break through the bottleneck of "Dou Zhuan Xingxing" while I was at peace. So I sat cross-legged, but as soon as I mentioned my luck, my mind went back to three years ago.

Three years ago, my father called me to the secret room and personally took out this family secret book for me to concentrate on cultivation, and after three years of cultivation, I have already comprehended the fourth layer.

However, no matter how much you ponder and practice this fifth layer, you will never be able to break through the bottleneck and understand the mysteries. Every time I practice to a critical juncture, there is always a ball of anger burning in my heart, and I can't control my breath and have to give up! When asked about the reason for his father, his father only half-understood that his state of mind had not yet arrived.

Speaking of martial arts, since I can remember, my father has been a strict person!

I remember that since I was three years old, my father taught me to practice my family's martial arts, but until I was fourteen years old, my father only taught me some internal martial arts, which can be described as extremely boring, reciting the same mantra every day, doing the same movements, ten years like a day, regardless of cold or summer, never stopped.

After the age of fifteen, my father slowly taught some fist and foot kung fu, and I asked my father many times why he practiced a martial art for ten years. I'm afraid that even the aunt who farms in the village can't beat this martial arts, let alone the martial arts master who "has mountains outside the mountains and people outside", can't you teach me something unique?

My father would make up words every time, saying that qi is the foundation of martial arts, that there is a god when there is qi, that there is a god that can be formed, and that the tangible is a move, and that in the end it can create the highest level of martial arts practice with the unity of characters, the unity of form and god, and the unity of heaven and man.

Saying that I only covet the gorgeous moves and superb skills for a while, even if I learn the most powerful martial arts tricks in the world, I am just a rigid copy, and there is no growth at all!

In this way, I have been practicing for a full eighteen years, firm in imitation and confused in firmness. The ups and downs of this can only be experienced by myself, but fortunately, I am very interested in practicing martial arts, so I have persisted for so many years, although it is boring but not boring.

One day three years ago, when my father burned incense and worshiped my ancestors, the gods mysteriously called me to the secret room and took out a very delicate brocade box from under the stone bed in the back hall of the secret room.

This brocade box looks quite old, full of antiquity, and is very mysterious wrapped in a yellow brocade.

And I gave this very curious question to the dark grid, not the brocade box in my father's hand. Because I grew up in a secret room, I know every corner of the secret room clearly, but for no reason there is such a dark grid, my heart can be imagined, and the later results turned out that this box wrapped in brocade shocked me even more than this dark grid.

The father carefully peeled off the brocade to reveal a small box of delicate mahogany studded with precious stones, which alone was already a treasure of great value, but I did not know how much more valuable the contents of this box were than this box.

Father pressed lightly on a large jade in the mahogany treasure box, the gears of the box creaked, and in an instant the top of the box was retracted, and an object wrapped in brocade appeared in front of me. My father peeled back and forth like this, but I was even more curious about what was inside.

With expectant eyes, I looked at the contents of the mahogany treasure box lying quietly, according to its shape and style, it should be a book, but I didn't know what kind of book could be so secretive.

At this time, my father opened the brocade, and sure enough, as I expected, a very old looking book appeared in front of my eyes, I rubbed my eyes that had been tight, and then I found that the book was written in ancient seal script with four big characters "Dou Zhuan Xing Shifting".

I was so shocked that I almost jumped, my father couldn't have played a big joke on me, right?

As we all know, the martial arts of "only hearing about it, not seeing the true transmission" of "Fighting the Stars" have been extinct on the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years. What kind of moves and what does this martial arts look like, I'm afraid no one in this world can say clearly, and this book "Fighting the Stars" is now lying alive in the wooden box in my father's hand, which really makes me feel drunk and dreaming of death.

My father was so surprised to see me from the sidelines, he just smiled slightly and didn't say anything!

I was even more puzzled.

"Those rumors in the rivers and lakes are all tricks to fool the world, such a valuable thing, let alone an outsider, even in our family, only the father knows, and there is no second one! Such secrecy, on the one hand, is to preserve the precious heritage left by the ancestors; On the other hand, the martial arts moves recorded in it are infinitely powerful, and if they are obtained by bad people, it will once again set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes. Therefore, this book is only passed down from generation to generation by the elders of our Murong family, and the other Murong family disciples don't know about it! The father explained with a smile.

My father saw through my doubts at a glance, and it made sense to say it at this moment.

"Dad, are you okay, don't scare me!?"

I suddenly came to my senses, hurriedly ran to my father's side, and said as I touched my father's body.

My father was stunned by my actions, and it took him a long time to react.

"Didn't you say that this book was handed down from generation to generation by the patriarch on his deathbed......" I asked in horror.

"Go, go, stand aside, you kid is really going to be hard! I'm showing you the book now, not that I'm going to die! Father said angrily.

Father sighed and continued: "Although my body is still healthy, but I am almost old, our current Murong family is declining day by day, and it is no longer the glory of the past, and the status of the rivers and lakes has plummeted, I don't want this book to continue to sleep like this, and I don't want our Murong family to continue to decay in my hands." ”

"I watched you grow up since I was a child, and I knew that you were a good martial artist, so I decided to let you practice this skill, and then glorify your ancestors and strengthen my Murong family!" My father paused and looked at me.

I was stunned for a while, and for a while, an invisible burden pressed on my shoulders, making me feel a little almost suffocated, and I couldn't accept this fact for a while.

"Practice the highest martial arts secret book of this family, then you have to take on the honor and responsibility of the family, and you have to revive the martial arts prestige of the Murong family!" Father said solemnly.

I nodded stupidly.

This is easy to say, but what can be done in a generation was agreed to by my ignorance at that time! I didn't think much about it, so I took the mahogany treasure box in my father's hand and took my father to teach me to practice.

The father stood still and didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

"Although my martial arts are acceptable, but I have never practiced this martial arts secret book, if you want to practice this martial arts, you must first abolish your martial arts and start from scratch, and simply practice more than ten years of internal martial arts! I'm getting old, and I'm afraid it's impossible to break my bones, so you have to understand and practice on your own, and I've never practiced before, let alone teach you! The father said with a sad face.

I thought to myself, "Father, you've been prepared!" It is only now that I finally understand why my father only taught me to practice internal skills when I was a child.

"It's been more than 400 years since the last person who practiced this skill, so you can only rely on your own comprehension, and it depends on your creation or not!" Father continued.

I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat as I listened

Suddenly accepting such a heavy burden and such profound martial arts, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to cope with it.

"This martial art is not only infinitely powerful, but also the text on the face is obscure, basically written in ancient seal script and ancient Persian, ordinary people don't even know the words, let alone practice, fortunately I have collected a lot of ancient foreign texts for you to study over the years, you should have no problem understanding!" Seeing this, my father said.

Once again, I admire my father's "cunning"!