At that time, Bao Ya's grandfather's grandfather took a small family of several brothers and formed a big family of forty or fifty people, living in this rich mountain forest. The old man was an old boxer who had participated in the Boxer Rebellion, and was once a highly respected eagle claw boxing master at that time. After the failure of the Boxer Rebellion, the old man was wanted by the government, and he took refuge with his family into the mountains and lived a life of paradise without fighting with the world. In his spare time, he taught his children and grandchildren to practice ancestral kung fu.

The old man and his prosperous family lived happily in the mountains for decades. At that time, Bao Ya's grandfather was in his twenties, and Bao Ya's father, Bao Qingshan, was only five years old. One summer in 1941, my grandfather took Bao Ya's father to hunt in the nearby mountains, and when he returned to his house a day later, he saw wisps of light smoke rising from the direction of his house in the mountain col, and the big dog with him hunting around him barked wildly at the courtyard.

Grandpa took his father back home quickly, and before he entered the yard, he smelled a strong smell of blood, and grandpa ran into the open courtyard door like crazy with a hunting firearm, and the qiē in front of him immediately made him stunned.

Hundreds of square meters of spacious courtyards are filled with their relatives, and the blood in the courtyard is like a river! The uncles and uncles who fell to the ground all had eagle claws, black and purple blood clots on their hands, and their bodies were covered with scars from bayonets or bullets. The women in the family, without exception, were all ** and fell on their backs in the corners of the courtyards. The men, women, and children who died, without exception, all had angry eyes.

Obviously, there was an unusually tragic fight here, and the men in the family all died tragically under the bullets and bayonets of the other party after fighting hard; All the women in the family, young and old, were raped and killed!

The collapsed thatched hut still emitted wisps of black smoke, and the blood-stained snow around it was dripping blood-red tears, as if to narrate the tragic experience of that time.

Bao Ya's grandfather ran frantically in the courtyard with a fire hammer, and the courtyard was quiet, only the ruins and broken trees that were still braving sparks made a "crackling" sound and the mountain wind "whimpering" in the distance.

In the back courtyard, he finally saw his father and grandfather sitting back to back on the steps of the main house, both hands like hooks, and large patches of blood scattered on both sides of their bodies. The two of them were dripping with blood on their chests, their heads drooping on their chests, and they sat quietly on the ground.

"Grandpa, Daddy!" Bao Ya's grandfather's eyes were red, and he screamed and threw himself in front of the two, kneeling beside his grandfather and father. "Wow" Bao Ya's father, Bao Qingshan, who was five years old at the time, was stunned to see such a tragic situation, and only then let out an earth-shattering cry.

"Don't cry!" Bao Ya's grandfather screamed, slowly picked up his grandfather, and suddenly found that on the old man's drooping eagle claws, two blood-red characters were written crookedly in blood! , under the body pressed a blood-stained short sword about forty centimeters long.

"Wolver! I'm your grandmother! "Bao Ya's grandfather understands that this qiē is all done by these beasts! He jerked out his arrow, straightened up, and let out a long howl from his head to the sky. He ran out of the courtyard in a frenzy, and climbed the mountain behind the courtyard like a whirlwind. Quietly, the beasts who had finished venting their ** had already left here, only the sudden mountain wind with cold snow particles flying all over the sky, covering the primeval forest with a layer of white mist.

Bao Ya's grandfather stood on the top of the peak, facing the flying snow, and suddenly shouted: "Blood feud! "Raise the torch in your hand and pull the trigger." Boom, a flash of fire sprayed into the snow! "I'm your little R grandma!"

The roar echoed in the depths of the mountains for a long time, stirring for a long time among the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Bao Ya's grandfather returned to the courtyard, dug a huge deep pit in the courtyard, closed all his relatives one by one and placed their eyes at the bottom of the pit, and slowly sprinkled the cover soil. Then he took out a bow and arrow from the room, put it on his back, burned all the remaining rooms with a fire, and took his son with anger in his eyes and walked into the mountains without looking back.

Since then, there has been news that the devils who are marching in the mountains have been pierced by sharp arrows, and the skulls of the lone devils have been smashed vigorously. The reputation of the lone ranger "Eagle Claw King" gradually sounded in Changbai Mountain, and no one had ever seen his true face, only that he would always be followed by a little boy by his side.

After losing dozens of people, the angry devil organized several large-scale searches of the mountains, but he was never seen.

Until the devil rolls out of China, no one knows who this "Eagle Claw King" is. After the liberation, the grandfather took his teenage son to rebuild several houses near the mausoleum of his relatives and quietly taught his son kung fu. It wasn't until his son was in his thirties that he took him out of the mountains with two carts of animal skins and found a daughter-in-law.

After Bao Ya was born, his grandfather and father instructed him in kung fu since he was a child, and it was not until he was eight years old that he was sent out of the mountains to study at a boarding school on the side of the mountain. When he was eighteen years old, he secretly signed up for a medical examination, and then returned home to tell his parents and grandfather that he had joined the army, and his mother was in tears. He is the only son of the Bao family.

The father looked at the white-haired grandfather and didn't say anything, the grandfather was silent for a long time, looked at the mausoleum of the relatives next to him, stood up and looked at the cliff carefully, and suddenly led him to the open space next to him, and told him the scene of the year.

After Grandpa finished telling this qiē, his eyes were fixed on the open space under his feet, his snow-white beard trembled on his chest, and he said word by word: "Bao Ya, kneel!" Here are your 46 ancestors, the 46 ancestors who were killed by the Japanese invaders! You, since you have chosen the path of taking up arms, then I will fulfill you on behalf of all the 46 underground Bao family souls! ”

The old man stretched out his hand and patted his waist, and a cold light appeared on the old man's hand, and a narrow soft sword about forty centimeters long trembled in the old man's hand, emitting a dazzling white light.

Bao Ya knelt on the ground, his eyes shining with a cold light, staring at the trembling soft sword. "This is handed down from my ancestors, and today, I pass on this soft sword stained with the blood of the Japanese Invaders to you!" With a tug of his left hand, a snakeskin scabbard was pulled out of his waist.

Bao Yayuan opened his eyes and raised his hands above his head solemnly, grandpa solemnly put the short sword and scabbard on his hands, his eyes suddenly became blood-red, and there were traces of blood in the corners of his eyes, staring at Bao Ya's eyes, and roared like thunder: "Remember me, remember forever: blood feud!" My Bao family's blood feud! Blood feud of the Chinese! ”

The old man suddenly raised his pale head, stared at the undulating mountains, and raised his whole body to the sky and shouted: "I am your grandmother!!

With the old man's cry of grief and indignation, the mountains are shaking, the feet are shaking, the mountain wind is whistling, and the forest is whimpering, as if the undead who have died unjustly underground are shouting in unison: "You are a grandmother!" Day you... Grandma..., day you... Grandma......"

The sound of agitation echoed in the mountains for a long time......