There is an idiot in Taoli Mountain who carries a sword and a thin horse, and comes slowly.

Jue's heart is like a reckless plain, vast and desolate, first drinking water, then drinking, and then practicing swords.

Jue only remembers one move, one move and three styles, first draw the sword, then stab directly, and then close the sword.

Drawing a sword like a thin fish in the water, it is instinct, it is desire, and there is no need for superfluous thoughts, and it is indomitable; Straight stabbing is like an old sheep drinking, the country has no drinking, the sheep has no drinking, and a drunk party rests; Collecting the sword is like a horse and singing, and it stops abruptly.

Moving forward, getting drunk, and stopping abruptly.

Jue repeats this three moves, maybe ten times, maybe a hundred times, maybe ten million times.

The thin horse gnawed on the grass without saying a word, and it almost died in the wolf's mouth and in the wind and snow.

Junyi pouted her ass and watched Brother Jue practice swordsmanship, very greedy. Brother Jue has a sword, a sword, and a horse, but he has nothing.

"Junyi," Jue stopped practicing his sword and said with a warm smile, "You see I really remember it this time." ”

"Of course I can't forget it after only half a day." Junyi pouted.

"Sword," Jue handed the short sword to Junyi, and when he didn't take it, he said, "Junyi wants the world's first-class swordsman." ”

"Brother Jue wants to be a prodigal knight." Junyi liked it very much, although it was just a crude short sword, but he couldn't bear to take away people's favor, so he excused himself.

"I still have a knife." Jue raised the short knife in his hand.

"Then I use a knife, and Junyi can also be a first-class swordsman in the world." Junyi went to snatch the short knife in Jue's hand.

"Junyi wants to use a sword." Jue said seriously.

Taoli School, there is a young man who has not yet tied his hair and lifted the knife, the knife method is one move and three styles, drawing the knife, out, and returning to the sheath; There is a child who has just raised the sword at the general angle, and the swordsmanship is one move and three styles, drawing the sword, stabbing straight, and collecting the sword; There are skinny horses and skinny gnawing grass, gnawing grass in one move and three ways, opening their mouths, chewing, and swallowing.

Junyi was grateful to Brother Jue for giving him a short sword, so he boiled two teas, the tea was Bailu tea, and pulled Jue to sit on the "peach" stone and sit on the "Li" stone himself.

"Brother Jue, drink tea." Junyi clasped the tea cup in his hand and shouted respectfully.

"Please." Jue clasped the tea cup in his hand according to Junyi's appearance.

Junyi was specially lowered by two inches, and Jue was also lowered by two inches to be on par with him.

"We're friends." Jue drank it in one gulp, Bailu tea was neither bitter nor astringent, not fragrant or sweet, had no endless aftertaste, and did not last for a long time.

Just right.

"Just friends?" Junyi twisted and pinched.

"Good friends." Jue seriously added the word "good" again.

"Junyi is very greedy, not only to be a friend, but also to be a good friend," Junyi said very seriously, "Junyi wants to find the most beautiful sister-in-law in the world for Brother Jue." ”

After practicing the sword, or after practicing the sword, Junyi pouted his ass and searched for treasure in the school, but the owner of this school was really poor, and there was nothing else except a few bamboo slips, but Junyi was still happy about it, because there were immortals who came to this school to step on the sword, and there were saints who read at night, although he only heard about it.

Spreading out the "Book of Rites", Jue asked Junyi for advice very seriously, and muttered: "The Book of Rites."

"Junyi, you can help me flip through which volume of "Golden Harvest" has it." Jue is illiterate, he doesn't know a word, he only remembers that Mr. Meng told to recite "Jiahe", Mr. Meng explained, Jue dare not forget.

Junyi flipped through seven or eight rolls of bamboo slips, and finally turned to these lines of handsome knife engraved small characters.

"Jiahe is separated, the seedlings of the thick soil. Fireworks and stars. Those who are sleepy, what can they ask for? Those who start to step down, what do you want for a thousand miles! ”

Jue's heart is like a piece of reckless plains, vast and desolate, there are Jiahe, one crop and two ears in the thick soil, there are fireworks on the ground, fragrant and charming, and there are stars in the sky, vast and desolate, thousands of miles away.

What do you want for a thousand miles? Thousands of miles to ask for. What a thousand miles to ask for!

The idiot's eyes were moist, and the shattered memories in his dream seemed to have gone thousands of miles away, but there was nothing but a sword, a sword, and a thin horse in his hand.

The idiot read "Jiahe" for the first time, although he can't remember it well, but he has traveled thousands of miles, and his heart is like a reckless plain, and it is no longer blank.

You can't read 10,000 books, you can travel 10,000 miles.

"So, I'm leaving, thank you for the tea." Jue shook his hand to say goodbye, holding a horse in his left hand, a knife in his right hand, and a volume of "Jiahe" under his armpit.

Taoli Mountain has an idiot Jue lifting a short knife, leading a thin horse, and slowly leaving.

I went to say goodbye to Yuniu first, Yuniu was speechless, just took a little dry food, always took a knife, and handed it to Jue.

I went back to the old house and took a look, pushed the door, "squeak", Mr. Meng pushed the door like this, coming from the wind and snow. The bamboo forest behind the house is sparkling, Jue's heart is like a reckless plain, vast and desolate, remembering the teachings of his mother, and reading it out in a low voice: "Only the grain and poetry and books can raise people." ”

In Qingfengpu, there are fishermen casting nets, children making water, and young men starting with their feet.

Jue was wondering why he didn't leave until the end of the month, but he couldn't turn back, Mr. Meng had two sons.

The fishing boat sings late, the geese are frightened, and the cinnamon is fragrant, all of which have nothing to do with him.

The shattered memories include the prosperity of Luoyi and the squalor covered by prosperity, the tranquility of the mangyuan and the tiger wolf dormant behind the tranquility.

Mr. Meng left him seven or eight volumes of scriptures, and he only took one volume of "Jiahe".

Mr. Zou banished him to Saishang Mangyuan, leaving behind a herd of cattle and sheep, and a lean horse, and he took only one lean horse.

Xiahou Boxian asked him to change a knife and a sword, and he only left one.

So the young man, who is no longer a child but is still an idiot, took a volume of "Jiahe", a thin horse, and a short knife from the west of the fang.

After Qingfengpu is the reckless Bashan, Jue is like a lost thin dog head does not return to Bashan, where there are late return birds chirping, there are lost deer chirping, there are also expected moon wolf howling, there is a stunning tiger roaring.

As we drifted away, it was getting late, the full moon was in the sky, and the stars were eclipsed.

Jue found a resting place, let the thin horse graze, and he ate dry food.

There is a legend about the stars in the land, and the legend says that each star is a person who has passed away, whether it is light or dark, and shelters the people on the earth.

Jue pointed to the moon with his left hand and counted the stars with his right hand, trying to find his father, but each one was not like it, and he was a little sorry. My mother never mentioned my father, and I may have mentioned that he didn't remember, anyway, since I can remember, I have respected my mother, Mr. Meng as my teacher, Liu Chang'an as my neighbor, and Yanzhou as my friend. Now that he has walked out of the small western seclusion, his vision is a little bigger, there is a Mr. Zou in Luoyi, a thin sheep old man in the plug Mangyuan, and a younger brother.

There was nothing to do all night, and I woke up worried.

There are three evils in Bashan, and one of the three evils is the bandits who lie dormant here, scourging the caravans and the people of ten miles.

Jue is like a lost skinny dog, the only valuable thing on his body is this skinny horse, but he is still being targeted by bandits. This year, the harvest is bad in various places, and the bandits are not having a good time, and a thin horse is enough to change four or five citrus knives, so it's a pity to let go.

Seven or eight bandits approached, but Jue was indifferent, allowing them to take away the thin horses and let them take away the short knives.

The "Jiahe" clipped under the armpit is worthless, the bandits are illiterate, and they don't know how to be polite, so they throw the bamboo slips on the ground at will.

The thin horse can be taken away, and the short knife can be taken away, but "Golden Harvest" is Mr. Meng's thing, how can Mr. Meng's thing be defiled. Jue pounced on the bandit like a thin dog, biting and scratching.

Of course, it was inevitable to be beaten, and after the beating, the bandits still had a little conscience, and even the people and horses were taken captive to the bandits' dens.

The world is difficult, and it is not easy for bandits, and there are only six or seven bandits in this nest now. Six or seven bandits are really cold, so they can only be troubled by this remote area. The nearby ten miles are as remote as the west of the orange, few people visit, occasionally there are caravans because of the lack of strength do not dare to do it easily, it is really insulting to the prestige of the bandits.

Jue woke up like a skinny dog that was randomly thrown on the ground, and the bandits were eating clear porridge. The older old bandit held a bowl with a missing corner and handed it to Jue, and Jue swallowed it as a result.

"Why be a bandit?" Jue regained some strength, and the bones in his body were numb, which was the bane left by punches and kicks.

"If you can't live, you must be a bandit, otherwise you will starve to death." There are bandits with an urn and an urn, and they look honest, but they really don't look like bandits.

"Won't you go farming? There are hands and feet. ”

"It's impossible to farm the land, it's impossible to farm in this life. Nothing else, just grab this kind of thing to maintain a life like this. The bandit pouted.

"It's not about robbing, it's about taking." The bandit leader corrected.

Jue wanted to ask again, but the bandit leader glared at him, and swallowed the words that had already reached his lips and saliva.

"It's not that I want to be a bandit, it's that I can't help it, there is no land, and my wife and children are starving to death." The old bandit sat on the ground, unclothed, like a hairless old wolf.

"Thanks for taking me, I'm leaving." Jue made a way, there were six bandits, and he made six waves.

"Let's go? Where are you going? The bandit leader winked, and the two bandits blocked the way.

"I'm going to a distant place to do a big thing," Jue said seriously, "a big thing." ”

"After drinking Lao Tzu's porridge, do you still want to leave? Young man, I see that you have a bandit appearance, you are born a reckless bandit, you see this reckless Bashan, it is the foundation laid by Lao Tzu, do you want it? ”

"I don't want to." Jue shook his head seriously, Mr. Meng still has one less disciple, he still has to travel thousands of miles, where can he be trapped in his feet?

Jue stayed in the end, because the bandit leader had a knife on his neck, and he had to give in.

So the lost skinny dog mixed in with the pack of six skinny wolves. One dog and six wolves have become one of the three evils of Bashan.

It has been a full month since he entered the bandit's den, and it was the autumn season, and the bandit leader Ah Da wanted to do a big deal.

The name of this nest of bandits is very easy to remember, Jue remembers it clearly, the bandit leader is called Ah Da, the old bandit is called Ah Er, and his name is Xiao Qi.

Ah Liuda heard that there was a dead man in the remote area of Lanpu, and the dead man came back to life, and finally left after living in Lanpu, and gave his life-saving benefactor a hundred knives.

The previous ones can be ignored, from Ah Da to Ah Liu, they all covet the Baiguan citrus knife. The hundred mandarin knives are enough for seven people to squander for a year, and they can even play some rice wine to satisfy their hunger. Hearing the citrus knife, the six bandits smelled the aroma of rice wine.

"Xiao Qi, you also go with us, practicing the knife all day is that trick, what's the use." Ah Da greeted.

Jue put away the short knife and followed Ah Da to Lanpu.

Lanpu is smaller than Zongxi, and a group of seven bandits disguised as woodcutters entered Lanpu and heard someone arguing.

"Check it out." Ah Da sat on the firewood and said.

Ah Liu's steps were brisk, not like a wolf, but like a thin monkey, and he soon returned.

"Boss, look at that stupid man, it's he who made a windfall, his name is Lan Su," Ah Liu first pointed to a man in the field, and then pointed to the person opposite the stupid man and said, "The one opposite him is called Miao Yun, a prodigal son who is rampant in the township, drunk like his life, and wants to divide the money." ”

"That's Lao Tzu's money." Ah Da was anxious, what he fancied was his, and someone tried to get their hands on his wine, and he couldn't bear it.

"Boss, don't worry, I'll take a look again."

Ah Liu came back and said: "Nalan Su is also a coward, and he really agreed to share half of Miao Yun." ”

"Then we'll grab it now." Ah Da remembered like an ant on a hot pot, for fear that Miao Yun would take half of it.

"Ah Da," only Jue called the bandit leader Ah Da, at first Ah Da corrected it, but then he really couldn't resist him and had to follow him, Jue said solemnly, "We can wait for Miao Yun to rob the money and then rob him." ”

Ah Er stroked his beard, nodded and said: "Xiao Qi's plan is very good, the risk of robbing money in Lanpu is not small, and robbing money from the hands of the wicked is not considered robbery." ”

"Well, we're just going to get it, not to grab it." Ah Da nodded in satisfaction. Ah Er is the most old, he is the brainchild of the bandits, seeing Ah Er say this, Ah Da had no choice but to nod, and a group of people held their hands in the west wind as sluggish as a stake, looking at Miao Yun and Lan Su as they passed in front of them.

Ah Liu hung behind Miao Yun and Lan Su, pretending to be careless.

Sure enough, after Miao Yun got fifty citrus knives, he went directly to the west of the fang, and the rice wine of the Shao family in the secluded west of the fang can be regarded as the best taste in the nearby ten miles.

The seven people followed behind Miao Yun and went out of Lanpu all the way, Ah Da finally couldn't hold it back, and strode forward to knock over Miao Yun, who was still counting money.

Miao Yun was bitter in her heart, and she was originally thinking about how to spend these fifty citrus knives, spending ten citrus knives to sell wine, spending thirty to beg for a mother-in-law, and the remaining ten citrus knives...... Before he could think it through, his eyes went black.

"The boss's fist is getting more and more ......" Ah San was courteous and flattering, but he couldn't think of a suitable adjective, so he blushed and continued, "It's getting bigger and bigger." ”

Ah Da picked up the citrus knife and handed it to Ah Er to count it, but only Ah Er could count in the bandit's nest.

The old bandit Ah 2 counted to ten and put it in Ah Da's hand, then put dozens of guan into Ah San's hand, the third ten guan in Ah Si's hand, the fourth ten guan in Ah Wu's hand, the fifth ten guan in Ah Liu's hand, and three in his own hand; He counted from Ah Da to Ah Liu, and counted himself, and said, "Boss, there are fifty-three miles." ”

Ah Da looked at Ah Er, then at Ah Liu, and asked, "Did you count it wrong or did Ah Liu hear it wrong?" ”

"Big brother, whatever, wouldn't it be better to have three more times?" Ah San squeezed his eyebrows and said, "That Lan Su still has fifty guan in his hand, let's grab it together?" ”

Ah Da slapped Ah San on the head, making him dizzy, and hurriedly corrected it back: "Let's go and get it together." ”

"Well, let's go get our money, get our wine." Ah Da Xiong stepped forward like a proud rooster, followed by five bandits.

"Ahh Jue stopped him.

The six bandits turned their heads together, all looking at the newly acquired Xiao Qi.

"Don't go and get it, keep it and get it later." Jue said.