"Goo, goo, goo......"

Yunhe was woken up by the crowing of a string of roosters, he sat up lazily, looked out the window, looked out the window at the vast clear sky like washing, and the majestic and towering mountain in front of him, with a faint smile on his face, it was still as good as he remembered, and time seemed to press a button in this small village deep in the mountains.

Yunhe quickly got up, brushed his teeth and washed up, got out of the yard, and began to jog around the village, breathing in the fresh air mixed with the earthy smell of the mountains in the morning, feeling the gentle and cool breeze in the mountains, his heart instantly became cheerful, and he felt that the whole person was one with this nature.

This natural and fresh smell is much better than the turbid, smog-filled environment in the big city, as if it can purify the darkness and dirt in people's hearts.

Looking at the sparse houses located in the mountains near and far, the smoke rising from the roofs of the houses, this quiet and peaceful small village, Yunhe feels that there is no more beautiful place in the world, this is where he grew up, a small village located in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, a peach blossom source in his heart.

In August in Guanzhong, the weather is still relatively hot, so the hard-working villagers will take advantage of the cool weather in the morning to do more farm work, Yunhe ran all the way, one after another met some villagers with hoes and shovels, leisurely rushed to the field, the people in the depths of the mountains are still very simple, are very enthusiastic and greet Yunhe, although I haven't seen each other for five years, but this friendship is still there.

After running and warming up, Yunhe returned to the courtyard and began to practice martial arts, even if he had been working hard outside in the past few years, he insisted on fighting for a while every day, because this was taught by his grandfather, this is a inheritance, and it is also a kind of nostalgia.

In fact, Yunhe doesn't like Tai Chi very much, he feels slow, like a snail, it was played by an old man and an old lady, and he didn't look handsome at all, so he pestered his grandfather to learn those powerful and sharp, full of strength, and looked particularly handsome.

So his grandfather mainly taught him Bajiquan, as well as the Beitan leg that was very prosperous, as well as the knife technique he summarized himself, he learned too much, so he was not very good at everything, but among these kung fu, Yunhe learned the worst Tai Chi, he was not interested in fighting, and he had not seriously experienced it at all, how could he learn it well.

Although I don't like Tai Chi, it doesn't mean that I won't practice this kung fu, it's always good to have a little more things, and I don't have to press down on my skills, and this is something passed down by my grandfather, but I can't break the inheritance in his hands.

After Tai Chi, he took off his shirt, only wore shorts, and put on a posture of Baji Boxing, his strong fist brought the whistling wind, and he felt a sense of power when he listened to it, and each punch was as heavy as a thousand pounds and as fast as lightning.

This physical fitness is raised, boxing is indeed a lot easier, usually after the Bajiquan he is sweaty, a little tired, but now he is still alive, feeling more and more energetic.

Taking advantage of the excitement, he punched every punch again, only to see that only afterimages were left in the courtyard, but the sturdy body was like a light bee elegantly wandering among the flowers, flexibly flashing and moving in the courtyard, every punch and leg were as fast as lightning, leaving only the whirring wind.

After boxing, Yunhe didn't continue to practice knives, and there were no conditions to practice knives outside over the years, so he gradually felt a little jerky, and he couldn't find the feeling, so he better look at his grandfather's notes and review them for a while before practicing.

Grandpa is the person he respects the most in his heart, Yunhe has no parents, just an orphan abandoned on the street, it was grandpa who carried him home on that snowy night, pulled him up with one hand and one foot, and taught him.

Grandpa actually had a son, but, in 52 years participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, American Aid, and North Korea, and then lay on the Korean battlefield forever, and even the bones could not be recovered, receiving this bad news, grandma was heartbroken, and then the body gradually deteriorated, even if grandpa's medical skills were superb, and finally left at the age of seventy-three.

The relatives around him left him one after another, leaving him alone. Grandpa was also depressed, and finally met him, a baby abandoned on the street, and he regained the motivation to live, poured all his heart and soul into him, taught him carefully, and gave him meticulous care, but six years ago, he still did not resist the pace of time and left him.

After eating, Yunhe cleaned up and prepared to go up the mountain to worship his grandparents and an old man who taught and nurtured him.

As we went deeper, the trail narrowed and rugged, but the woods became more and more lively, with all kinds of well-known and unknown birds bouncing and singing in the branches, and occasionally the shadow of a squirrel.

The originally sparse trees began to dense and taller, covering the sky and the sun, some of them were still wrapped with finger-thick vines, the sunny places on the mountains were full of budding wild chrysanthemums, and the ancient trees on the roadside were covered with a layer of emerald green moss.

Life is jubilant in the pillar of light like smoke, and the soul is sublimated and baptized in the poetic mountains. This quiet and lively mountain forest composes a natural and harmonious chapter.

Breathing in the fresh and natural air, the crane walked briskly along the winding mountain road for about an hour, and finally reached the top of a mountain.

Grandpa and grandma were buried on the top of the mountain, the terrain is gentle, the environment is beautiful, last night's light rain, so that the water vapor in the mountain is bigger, turned into dense clouds, like waves in the mountains surging and surging, like a fairyland.

The three tombs are already overgrown with weeds and are about to be submerged, Yunhe can't help but blame himself when he sees this, and he must come to see them often in the future. He quickly took out the scythe pinned to his waist and cleaned it up.

After more than ten minutes of drying, all the weeds and small trees were finally cleared.

Two of the three tombs are very close to each other, one is the joint burial tomb of grandfather Yun Rubai and grandmother Ye Qingzhu, and the other is the tomb of his cheap father Yun Teng, and the other is a little distance from them, which is the tomb of his grandfather's friend Qu Chongshan, who has taught him and nurtured him.

After worshipping, Yunhe did not go down the mountain, but came to the other side of the mountaintop, where there are two thatched huts made of bamboo and wood hidden among the trees, which are the hermitage of Grandpa and Grandpa Qu.

Grandpa Qu used to be a university professor, and I heard that he was still a turtle, so after the start of the Cultural Revolution, you can imagine his situation, this old man is also a person who would rather give in, so he took advantage of a dark and windy night to escape, came to live in seclusion, and became a hermit until he died.

After the death of his grandmother, his grandfather was depressed, so he also went up the mountain to live in seclusion with the old man Qu, but after adopting Yunhe, he moved to the house below the mountain, but he would often bring Yunhe here to visit old friends.

At that time, Yunhe was the heart of Grandpa and Grandpa Qu, extremely loving, every time he made a mistake, as long as he called Grandpa Qu sweetly, immediately, Grandpa Qu who was blowing his nose and glaring would smile happily, and there was nothing to do.

Both of them cultivated Yunhe as their own grandsons, with hard work, little by little, and they were both born in scholarly families, so Yunhe never went to school, and they were taught by the two old men.

It was a tiring but boring but beautiful time.

Grandpa Qu is also a martial arts practitioner, otherwise he would not be able to live in seclusion in this wild mountain, so as soon as he saw Yunhe, he pulled him and let him follow him to learn Wing Chun and Xingyi Boxing.

Therefore, the two old men often argued over who Yunhe learned martial arts with, and then every time it would extend to the question of who was good at kung fu, and then they would blow their beards and stare at them, and slap the table and argue. Thinking of this, the corners of Yunhe's mouth couldn't help but raise a smile.

Yunhe stood in front of the grass house, closed his eyes and recalled that beautiful and warm and short time, with a happy smile, which was the happiest and most unforgettable memory in his life.

Cleaned the grass house, Yunhe lived here, boxing every day, reading books, groping for ability, living a leisurely life, almost forgetting everything outside, feeling that he was about to become a real immortal, detached from the world, and did not ask about the world.

But no matter how beautiful the mountains are, they will be boring after a long time, especially Yunhe is still a hot-blooded, energetic twenty-year-old young man, how can he endure such a long time of loneliness, after three days, he finally can't bear the loneliness, so he is ready to go into the mountains and go to the depths of the Qinling Mountains to see.

But the next morning, just as Yunhe was packing up his things and entering the mountain, a group of people suddenly appeared.

(ps: Brothers, Ah He is going to turn on the repeater mode again, ask for support, ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections, Mo Da!) ）