In the wooden house, a small flame jumped happily on the oil lamp, and the light of the oil lamp reflected two long shadows.

"What's your name?" The girl took Ropa and wiped the dust off the boy's face.

"My name is Zhang 。。。。。。" The young man paused and said, "My name is Zhang, Zhang Ziling." ”

"Zhang Ziling?" The girl frowned, "Is this your real name?" ”

The young man named Zhang Ziling was noncommittal, in his opinion, everything before had become a cloud of smoke, and he, an unknown little person, was going to give Yaojiabao a fatal blow, Ziling, is to build a mausoleum for Yaojiabao!

"Girl," Zhang Ziling beckoned to the girl.

"My name is Yang Feishuang, grandpa calls me Shuang'er, you can call me that too!" The girl smiled at Zhang Ziling, and two pear vortices appeared on her face.

"I'm older than you, I'll call you Sister Shuang'er in the future!" Zhang Ziling's words changed, "Sister Shuang'er, where did grandpa go?" ”

Yang Feishuang tucked the quilt into Zhang Ziling's back and said, "Grandpa went up the mountain to collect medicine, your injuries are too serious, and grandpa said that you will have to recuperate for at least half a year to recover." ”

"Half a year?" Zhang Ziling's heart was half cold, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he lay on the bed for half a year, so shouldn't what he had learned before be wasted?

Yang Feishuang seemed to see Zhang Ziling's concerns, she said softly, "You have a large bruise on your chest, your neck is almost misaligned, your two arms are full of injuries, you have been hit by a sword in your back, and your leg bones are also broken, grandpa said that if it weren't for your life, you might have died a long time ago, and it would be good to be able to heal the injuries on your body in half a year, you must be anxious, if you move, then everything we have done will be wasted!" ”

Zhang Ziling's heart was clouded, with his current skills, he was not Yaojiabao's opponent, in another half a year, Yaojiabao's defense will be more strict, and his own skills are getting worse day by day, and his revenge is even more distant?

"Is this really providence?" Zhang Ziling looked at the dim oil lamp, that little bit of light was wrapped in darkness, this oil lamp would eventually be swallowed by darkness, right?

The two people in the house were speechless for a while, and at this moment they heard a dog barking outside, and a look of joy appeared on Yang Feishuang's face, "Grandpa is back!" ”

The barking of the dog stopped, Yang Feishuang ran out with cheerful steps, and heard the hearty laughter of the old man outside, and after a while, the grandparents and grandchildren walked into the house talking and laughing.

"Boy, are you feeling better?" The old man was carrying a pheasant in his left hand and a basket in his right hand, the basket was full of branches and leaves, and Zhang Ziling guessed that it should be the herbs that the old man had picked for himself.

"It's better." Zhang Ziling smiled at the old man, but this smile was full of bitterness.

The old man handed the pheasant in his hand to Yang Feishuang and said, "Shuang'er, use this pheasant to stew a pot of soup, this kid has a weak body, and he has to make up for it." ”

"Yes, Grandpa!" Yang Feishuang took the pheasant in the old man's hand, then turned his head and glanced at Zhang Ziling as if intentionally or unintentionally, and then walked out stupidly.

"What are you kid thinking?" The old man glanced at Zhang Ziling, Zhang Ziling sighed lightly and did not answer, and his eyes looked at the oil lamp again.

The old man seemed to be hungry, and he walked over to the wooden table, where there was a meal that Frost had prepared, and the old man opened the lid of the plate, and a wisp of aroma suddenly spread through the room.

"It smells so good!" The old man brought the small oil lamp to the table to prepare for dinner, although the cabin was clean, but after all, it was in disrepair, a few moths came in from the crack in the door, the moths liked the light, although the light of the small oil lamp was small, but for these few brainless guys, the oil lamp was simply a blessed place, and a few white figures staggered towards the oil lamp.

"Bastard!" The old man leaned forward with the chopsticks in his hand, only to see the chopsticks flying up and down, the old man shot quickly, calm and not chaotic, the chopsticks were slightly closed and immediately a moth died, only a blink of an eye, those moths became the dead soul under the chopsticks.

"What's, what is this?" Zhang Ziling was dumbfounded.

The old man wiped his chopsticks and said with disgust, "These guys are so annoying, they always come to stir up trouble during meals, and I will paste the door tomorrow!" ”

"Senior," Zhang Ziling asked the old man respectfully, "Do you know kung fu?" ”

"Boy, are you stupid to read? Most of the people in the world like to spread falsehoods, what to kill tigers and leopards, break stones and open monuments, hurt people in a hundred steps away, those are all foolish things, in my opinion, kung fu has only one use, that is, to strengthen the body, Baguazhang, Changquan, Wuji boxing, these boxing methods are only for the world to defend themselves," the old man said with a smile, "Every day when it is dark, there are always a few guys who don't open their eyes running in, so I use chopsticks to clamp them, and slowly practice such a unique skill, which has nothing to do with kung fu at all, haha!" ”

Zhang Ziling slowly raised his right hand, he also learned a lot of kung fu in Yaojiabao, he thought that he could cross the world with a smile and arrogance after learning kung fu, but in the end it was difficult to beat four hands with two fists, he was eager to learn higher martial arts, but this wish was like the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, and the ethereal dream.

"What kind of martial arts can be invincible in the world?

"The martial arts in the world have their own moves, but I only have one key here, only fast and not broken!" The old man didn't know whether he was intentional or unintentional, and said a strange thing, but Zhang Ziling over there was still pondering, and he turned a deaf ear to this sentence.

"Shuang'er, hasn't the chicken soup been stewed yet?" After eating two bites of food, the old man stopped and asked outside.

"Stewing chicken soup takes a lot of work, don't rush!" The girl's voice roared through the wall, and the old man was startled.

"This kid!" The old man picked up a cabbage with his chopsticks.

The girl's roar also woke up Zhang Ziling, Zhang Ziling glanced around, the old man was still eating there, but Zhang Ziling felt that something was wrong, a vague voice shouted in his heart, Zhang Ziling wanted to catch it but couldn't catch it.

"Senior, what did you just say?" Zhang Ziling raised his head and asked the old man, who was putting the cabbage in his mouth, and when he heard Zhang Ziling ask, he quickly spit out the things in his mouth.

"Me, I asked when the chicken soup will be stewed?" The old man glared.

"Not that! You just seemed to be talking about how the world's martial arts are, I didn't hear clearly, please tell the old man again. Zhang Ziling pleaded.

"Martial arts in the world, you kid is not in any way!" The old man threw the dishes and chopsticks on the table and walked out of the door angrily.

"Senpai, Senpai!" Zhang Ziling shouted two sentences outside, but the old man ignored him at all, and a cool breeze blew from outside the door, and Zhang Ziling felt cold.

"The world's martial arts, the world's martial arts 。。。。。。" Zhang Ziling slapped his head with his hand, secretly complaining that he was stupid, what should the world's martial arts be?

Outside the cabin, the branches and leaves of the willows rustled with the wind, and the insects chirped one after another.

"Brother Ziling, are you thinking about those things again?" Yang Feishuang walked out of the kitchen next to her, and she became more and more charming and sultry under the light.

"Sister Shuang'er, where's Grandpa?" Zhang Ziling asked Yang Feishuang anxiously.

"Grandpa?" Yang Feishuang looked out the door, where was there anyone besides the starlight in the sky?

"Maybe go out for a stroll, grandpa has to walk every time he finishes eating," Yang Feishuang glanced at Zhang Ziling suspiciously, "I seemed to hear you and grandpa arguing in the kitchen just now, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhang Ziling frowned, he shook his head helplessly, Yang Feishuang opened his mouth, and finally stopped talking.

The old man seemed to be pointing out something to himself, blaming himself for being too stupid, and he didn't understand what the old man meant, since the old man didn't say it, then this little girl wouldn't say it, thinking of this Zhang Ziling peeking at Yang Feishuang, Yang Feishuang's autumn-like eyes were also looking at him blankly.

This little girl is not deeply involved in the world, obviously doesn't understand anything, Zhang Ziling smiled bitterly, then a moth came into the house, the old man didn't close the door when he left just now, the moth hit the oil lamp as soon as he entered the house, Yang Feishuang blocked it with his hand, who knew that the moth was very fast, Yang Feishuang's hand had not yet fallen The moth had already pounced on the oil lamp.

"Poof!" The moth slammed into the flames, and then the lights dimmed, and a scorching smell came out, and the moth struck out the fire at once, and it itself was burned to ashes, and the hut became pitch black.

"Poor moth!" Yang Feishuang turned the lamp on again, "They all say that they cherish the moth yarn cover lamp, and it seems that I will 。。。。。。 tomorrow ”

"Sister Frost, show me the moths on the ground!" Zhang Ziling interrupted Yang Feishuang's self-talk, Yang Feishuang was startled after listening to Zhang Ziling's words, she looked at Zhang Ziling with a blank face.

"What do you want dead moths for?" Yang Feishuang asked Zhang Ziling.

"Don't ask, show it to me!" Zhang Ziling's tone was a little anxious, Yang Feishuang looked at Zhang Ziling like a monster, and after a while, she bent down to pick up a few moths on the ground and put them in Zhang Ziling's hand.

The dust on those moths was still there, Zhang Ziling carefully looked at the few small corpses in his hand, and they died in almost the same way, they were all killed by chopsticks caught in the head with a blow.

The moth gently slid down Zhang Ziling's palm to the ground, and a burst of powder was gently raised, Yang Feishuang frowned, took out a piece of Luopa from his arms and walked to Zhang Ziling's bed.

"Brother Ling, don't think about those sad pasts, my grandfather and I will definitely heal your injuries!" Yang Feishuang carefully wiped the dust off Zhang Ziling's hands.

"The world's martial arts," Zhang Ziling smiled slightly, the voice seemed to echo in his ears, at this time, the night outside the wooden house was like water, a bright moon stood quietly in the middle of the sky, beside the acacia tree, but beside the bridge, the once peerless posture, the unparalleled face, seemed to come to my heart again, a little sad, a little cold, all have passed away with the wind.

Red beans are born in the south, how many branches are sent in spring?