It was dawn, and Zhuang Zhou habitually woke up. Although he went to bed late last night, his habit of waking up early could not be changed.

The middle-aged uncle and aunt had not woken up yet, and slept on the other side of the bed. He slept with little boys and little girls. At this time! The little girl lay her hands on his chest and lay on top of him, bending his arms as pillows. He flicked, but he didn't get rid of it.

"Alas! I can only sleep a little longer! ”

Zhuang Zhou sighed, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

After a while, my aunt got up and went to cook. The middle-aged uncle also sat up, leaning on the head of the bed with his clothes on, thinking about something. The sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen before he got dressed and got out of bed.

"Pick it up! Get up and practice! Pick up! ”

The middle-aged uncle came to the bedside and called his baby son softly, the boy who was about the same age as Zhuang Zhou. Seeing his daughter lying there and using Zhuang Zhou's arm as a pillow, he smiled.

"Daddy!" The little boy was startled and jumped up from the bed.

Zhuang Zhou opened his eyes, looked at the little girl in his arms, and shook his head helplessly.

"Sell! It's time for you to get up, too! ”

The middle-aged uncle reached over and shook the little girl's body, calling softly.

"Hmmm! Tut-tut! The little girl smacked her mouth, rolled over, and fell asleep again.

Zhuang Zhou took this opportunity to get up as well. After getting out of bed, he turned around and pressed the quilt like a mother taking care of her own child, for fear of catching the little girl a cold.

The middle-aged uncle stood aside, looking at Zhuang Zhou's performance, he was particularly moved in his heart, and he liked Zhuang Zhou even more. He thought to himself: What a child! How sensible is a child? What if it were my children? How nice would it be if my son-in-law were there?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again!

Born in this world today, who knows what tomorrow will look like? Those who see it today may never see it again. The one who sees it in the morning, maybe the one who dies in the evening.

Born in troubled times, life is in danger!

War is coming, and no one can stop the god of death.

Behind the thatched hut, at the foot of the mountain, there is a considerable amount of sandy and gravel ground, which is a good place to practice martial arts.

The middle-aged uncle stood on the side of the field, watching his son's little boy named "Pick Up" practice martial arts.

Zhuang Zhou walked over hesitantly, and also felt that this place was good. He didn't bring a sword with him, and he didn't dare to take it out and show it to others so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

The little boy practiced the basic skills of martial arts, and there was nothing to see. After Zhuang Zhou took a few looks, he was on the side of the venue, and the activity was active. After the warm-up exercise was completed, he threw off his arms and practiced a set of Mojia boxing.

Today's Zhuang Zhou, martial arts are quite good, boxing is not lost to adults, very in place, and very beautiful. After practicing a set of boxing skills, the face does not change color and the heart does not beat! Press down with both hands, and naturally close the momentum!

"Good!"

The middle-aged uncle stood aside and shouted hello.

Seeing that Zhuang Zhou's martial arts were so good, he felt inferior again. He stood there, his eyes not daring to meet Zhuang Zhou's eyes, like a child who had done something wrong in front of an adult.

"Pick it up! See? See? Look at other people's martial arts! You! Just know how to eat! He is not willing to endure hardships and practice at all. You! You will come, alas! ”

Zhuang Zhou walked over, grabbed Zhu'er's hand, and said, "Bao'er!" Let's practice together! You should have just started practicing martial arts! I've been practicing martial arts since I was a kid! I've been practicing martial arts for five or six years! I can also use a sword! ”

Zhuang Zhou grabbed the hand of the pick-up and came to the center of the field. He let go of the pick-up's hand, stepped aside, fiddled with the frame, and said, "Come on! Let's practice together! ”

At the invitation of Zhuang Zhoudi, Pickup also practiced.

Zhuang Zhou practiced his fists and feet for a while, and then began to practice swords. He didn't have a sword in his hand, so he practiced according to the mental method of "sword in the heart", no sword is better than a sword. After practicing the nine swords of the Mo family, he began to practice the double sword wall again. One moment for men, one for women.

"You're practicing swords, aren't you?"

The middle-aged uncle stood aside, looked at it for a long time, frowned and wrinkled, and finally saw it. Zhuang Zhou practiced not boxing, nor swords, but swordsmanship.

"You are the Mo family's swordsmanship! That's right! You must be a Mo family swordsman! Little swordsman of the Mo family! That's right! It is! The middle-aged uncle patted his head in annoyance, and said, "Why didn't I think of it?" If you are not a disciple of the Mo family, you are so young, how dare you dare to come out and wander alone without bringing silver taels? Only the disciples of the Mo family have this ability! That's right! That's right! You are a disciple of the Mo family! ”

After practicing the sword, Zhuang Zhou gathered his momentum, wiped his sweat, and said: "I am an orphan, I am in the land of the Mo family, and the Mo family is my home!" But! Now I'm not an orphan, my mother is not dead, she is in the country of Qi, and I want to go to the country of Qi. ”

"Oh! You're such a lucky baby! The middle-aged uncle nodded and said, "Only the Mo family is willing to do this!" The disciples of the Mo family and the swordsmen of the Mo family have the best reputation in the world of the Great Zhou. It's a pity! In recent years, the Mo family has been used by spies and gone to extremes! Alas! ”

The changes in the Mo family in recent years, and the recent changes, have long been spread, and everyone feels sorry for the Mo family.

Once the Mohist family, the first university in the world, those who have a skill, all say that they are disciples of the Mohist family, who is who's disciple? But now! The Mo family became a nosy gang. The former Mo family swordsman, that is admirable. But today's Mo family swordsmen are terrifying. Maybe one day and where you do something unpopular, the sword of the Mo family swordsman will be on your neck.

"It's time to eat! Time to eat! Father! Elder brother! Time to eat! Mother called you to eat. ”

The little girl ran through the grass, her head, face, and body covered with dew.

"Brother! My aunt also called you home for dinner! The little girl ran to Zhuang Zhou, looked up with her little face, and said without fear at all.

The beautiful woman on the other side of the thatched hut was looking at the little girl on tiptoe.

Just now, the little girl woke up and found that there was no one on the bed, and she began to cry. The beautiful woman ran over and picked her up and asked her why she was crying. She said, "My brother is gone."

"My brother has gone to practice! Why is it gone? Little lazy bug! ”

"That brother! That brother from last night! I still fell asleep with him in my arms! ”

The beautiful woman scratched her face with her fingers and said, "Are you ashamed?" Did you sleep with someone in your arms? ”

"Mother also sleeps with her father!"

"That? When you grow up, your father will marry you to him! Do you want? ”

"Hmm!" The little girl agreed without any ambiguity.

Seeing that the little girl really ran in front of Zhuang Zhou, the beautiful woman smiled bitterly and shook her head. Sigh in my heart: alas! The way of the world! Who can predict what tomorrow will bring?

After breakfast, Zhuang Zhou went on the road again. The beautiful woman prepared him a day's dry food and a few pieces of rabbit meat that had been specially left behind.

"What's your name?"

When they were separated, the middle-aged uncle asked.

"My name is Zhuang Zhou!" Zhuang Zhou bowed to the middle-aged uncle and said, "I am from Song Guomeng County!" ”

"Hmmm! Remember your name! Remember! When I met a thief in the future, the secret language of the thief was 'thieves can be thieves, very thieves.' Friends, very friends'. After hugging your Zhuang Zhou's name, no one will embarrass you! ”

"Hmmm! Thank you, uncle! I remembered! ”