When he returned to the bamboo house, he fell down on the couch and tried to take a nap, but he couldn't sleep. In front of me and ears are all the current political history on the top of the mountain, mixed with the voices of King Yan and King Zhou, the unfathomable smile of Master Daoyan, the worried eyebrows and eyes of Lord Yao, and the map of the territory of the Ming Dynasty in the palace of King Yan. What a big map......

In the evening, he finally gave up his efforts and decided to get out of bed and go out to breathe, so he paced out of the bamboo gate and walked out on the mountain road. His mood is no longer as low as during the day, or he has fallen to the bottom, but calms down. He only felt empty and depressed, and walked aimlessly out of the Valley of Freedom and paced up the mountain.

The mountains and forests in the autumn evening are particularly beautiful. The mountains and jungles seem to be dyed by the slanting sun, and the endless layers of fiery red are mottled with verdant, indigo, Wei purple, and Yao yellow. In mythology, when Pangu opened the world, the flesh and blood that tore apart the fallen time and space; It is the colorful lava that bursts out of the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun. Everything is just a myth. What is the myth? -- I lie to myself, but I am willing to believe it, and I don't want to see through it.

Empty Mountain Cold Trail. Fallen leaves cover the feet in a messy manner, without distinguishing between rocks, trails, and vegetation. Nowhere to be found. It's best that way; He didn't want to see people, he just wanted to wander quietly in this empty mountain, among the empty temples on the mountain, and the floating clouds in the mountains, aimlessly overflowing with the wind.

Before he knew it, he found himself walking up the hill on the side of the South Cliff. Through the dense mountain forest, you can see the narrow mountain gate above the cliff; The other side of the mountain gate is hidden by the dense forest in front of it, and it is difficult to see the description. He continued to walk, and soon walked through the mountains and forests, and his vision suddenly widened. Straight and steep peaks rise from the ground and high into the clouds; There is no grass on the towering cliffs; On the top of the mountain and the narrow half-peaks branching out from the mountainside, it is lush and green; At the foot of the mountain, the deep valley is full of pine and bamboo forests. On the mountain rock cliff that reaches to the sky, there is abruptly inlaid with the red walls and gray tiles of Nanyan Palace that have been in disrepair for a long time, mottled and dilapidated, like the Yuntai Immortal Pavilion that is empty and empty, but it has experienced the vicissitudes of the world. The remnant sun is weakly lying on the horizon of the sky, and the sunset blooms the last afterglow, which is already blood in the bronze, and the mountains and forests in late autumn are soaked in blood in the sunset; On top of the clusters of red cliffs, the resolute folds of the mountain rock are like green ink, ancient and rough.

He was stunned for a moment, only to find that he had unconsciously been shocked and stopped by the beauty and majesty of the interlacing of time and space between heaven and earth. He stood there for a long time, slowly moving his steps, until he entered the mountain gate, turned the rock cliff, and walked to the Nanyan Palace, still marveling at the magnificence and desolation of the place he was in.

The Dragon and Tiger Hall was empty, and there was not a single figure in sight; Only the remnant sun passed through the palace gate, projecting a narrow blood mark on the ground. He left the Dragon and Tiger Palace, passed through the doorway, and saw the narrow cliff plank road, and the Taiyi Zhenqing Palace at the end of the plank road. The whole palace temple is carved in stone on the cliff, which makes people dizzy. On the right hand, the abyss is at the foot, separated only by a small stone fence; The platform beneath your feet seems to hang above the abyss out of thin air.

A small, three-foot-deep terrace protrudes from the cliff; Between a pair of exquisite watches, he finally saw the world-famous dragon head stone. The beam of the dragon head stone carving is about one zhang long, one foot wide, and the dragon is carved in the exquisite auspicious clouds, like a living thing; The dragon's head is upturned, a lotus cloud is raised high, a small bronze incense burner is in the center, and there are still three incense sticks inserted on it.

He stood against the railing, looking down at the dragon's head stone; Under the stone beam is a deep valley, a mountain wind hunting.

Twenty years ago, - twenty-one years ago, to be exact - there was a fierce battle in Wudang Mountain, and my father retreated, taking his mother and the autumn breeze with him, and went north to go home.

On that day, they passed by Jinan Mansion and settled down in a family. It was a wealthy local family who was in the silk business; The owner's surname is Liang, and although the couple's family is rich, they have a generous personality, are kind and generous, and have a good reputation in Jinan. They welcomed their father and mother as if they were their own relatives from afar, provided hearty food, and comfortable accommodation. The spring city of Jinan has beautiful scenery, a long history and many scenic spots; My father took my mother to stay in Jinan for two days and stayed at Liang's house. The night before leaving, my father wanted to pay the Liang family some room and board expenses, but the Liang family not only refused to collect a penny, but also gave some coiled and local specialties of Jinan. His father invited the Liang family and his wife to go north with him the next day and go to Zhenshui Village as guests. The businessmen of the Liang family and his wife, of course, did not say that they could go, so they agreed that three months later, when the business was free, they would definitely go to Yanshan as guests.

However, that night, the Liang family suddenly caught fire. The father ran out with his mother to help the Liang family fight the fire, but found that the fire had been premeditated, the Liang family's belongings had been looted, and the entire Liang house fell into a sea of fire. The father made great efforts to finally rescue the Liang family's six-year-old only son, but he failed to rescue the Liang family and his wife, and watched them burn alive in the house. There are more than a dozen members of the Liang family, except for the little boy, none of the others were spared.

The government quickly clarified the case. The case is not complicated, and the murderer has been identified. However, the murderer had already fled overnight and was missing. The case could only sink into the sea. My father, together with the merchants and people of Jinan, buried the Liang family, and then took my mother to continue home.

The little boy who was rescued by his father begged his father to take him as an apprentice, teach him martial arts, and he wanted to avenge his family. His father refused, so he followed his father, never leaving an inch, from Jinan to Beiping, and from Beiping all the way to Yeyao Mountain Zhenshui Village, kneeling in front of his father's door for a day and a night. His mother couldn't stand it and begged his father to take him in. But his father said, Let him kneel for three days and three nights; Martial arts practice and revenge are not taken for granted, depending on how determined and persevering he has.

As a result, the second brother Liang Tiehan really knelt for three days and three nights in the heavy snow flying in the Yeyao Mountain. Early in the morning of the fourth day, my father finally came out of the door, carried the fainted second brother into the house, and treated his kneeling wounded knee. When the young second brother woke up, the first thing he blurted out was: Master.

In this way, the second brother became the only apprentice in his life as the first master in the world. Not only that; Father and mother were grateful for the warm reception of the Liang family and his wife when they were in Jinan, as well as the generosity and friendliness of the Liang family, and were even more moved by the determination and perseverance of the second brother at such a young age, so they recognized him as a righteous son and treated him like his own parents, even more loving than himself. Of course, all this, he did not know; This was all later told by the patriarch.

The second brother left Yeyao Mountain when he was ten years old and went outside to find revenge. His impression before that was still clear. He remembers practicing with his second brother every day. He stood aside, just standing, for hours on end, and could not move, or he would be beaten. The father taught the second brother to practice swords, the father held the autumn wind, and the second brother held an ordinary iron sword. He remembered that he was very envious in his heart, and he always stood on the side honestly, practicing the most basic and boring standing skills, while looking at the sword in the second brother's hand with fascination, just as the second brother looked at the autumn wind in his father's hand with fascination. For the impression of the autumn wind, I was not deep at that time. All he knew was that it was his father's baby.

In my memory, my father never let anyone touch the autumn wind; It was only ten years ago, when the second brother left Yexiao Mountain, that his father handed over the autumn wind to the second brother for the first time - the first and last time, the life of this life left the autumn wind, and they never saw each other again, yin and yang. This alone is enough to make him believe that his father loves his second brother very much, and maybe he is really better than himself, more like a father. He didn't remember that his father used to say that apart from his mother and second brother, he would never trust a third person again.

The way his father practiced swordsmanship, he already had a very vague impression. Since the age of ten, there has been no autumn breeze by my father's side. There is no Qiu Feng's father, and it seems that he has never practiced swords again, only when he tutors him, he will pick up a wooden sword and beat him to the ground with an iron sword. Since half a year ago, at the age of nineteen, after many years of absence, he saw the autumn breeze for the first time, close at hand, unforgettable; Since then, the autumn wind has reached his own hands, and he has sketched his father and the autumn wind dancing together countless times in his imagination.

What kind of picture is that: a mythical peerless sword, a legendary invincible master, the unity of human and sword, autumn wind and falling leaves; Then, looming on the side, there stood a dream-like stunning beauty, gazing affectionately at the combination of this person and a sword, while in my heart, I felt the feelings of my father and the feelings of the autumn wind; The three of them are completely integrated, so the wind and clouds change color, and the heavens and the earth tilt together.

He has a memory that goes even further. When he was very young -- he was a tiny little doll -- his memory of that time was basically a blank. But he clearly remembered this kind of scene: in the quiet afternoon, he had just eaten a round belly, and he couldn't walk, so he couldn't start practicing immediately. His father used to take a nap, and he was afraid that he would be naughty, so he caught him and lay him down beside him. The autumn wind lies between him and his father, separating father and son; After my father fell asleep, he was always so quiet that he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing, but from time to time he would reach out and touch the autumn wind, which startled him. When he grew up, he understood that this was his father's habit, and even when he was asleep, he always thought about the autumn wind and always felt the danger.

It was such a noon, and my father was already asleep; He was naughty and active, and only lay down obediently for a while, but he couldn't hold on, so he climbed on top of the autumn wind and secretly played with this baby. In the story, the image of Qiu Feng is not specific, just a sword, and the only difference from other swords is that if it weren't for his father falling asleep, he wouldn't dare touch this sword if he was killed. He remembered that he had laboriously pulled the long blade of Autumn Wind's sword out of its scabbard. The sword was heavy, heavy, and he couldn't hold it, still lying flat on the bed, stroking the inscriptions, crawling on it and rolling around. Then he began to cry loudly. The sharp blade of the sword cut through his skin, and red blood flowed. He doesn't remember the pain, he just remembers the fear. His sleeping father was awakened by his crying, and was taken aback, picked him up, and ran to find his uncle. But obviously, in this matter, the uncle is overkill. He only had minor epidermal injuries, and he was fine after taking the medicine. When he returned, his father held him down on the ass and beat him severely.

Occasionally, my father still loved him very much.

But that was very young; It is difficult for him to have similar memories of being loved by his father. As his father's longing for his mother intensified, he became more and more mean and cruel to himself. He never seemed to have had the chance to hold his belly as round as it had then, so round that he couldn't walk. But the boundless cold and loneliness, darkness and fear, hunger and pain in the darkroom became his clearest and most ordinary memory. And that sheet, that sheet......

When my father first took it out, he was thirteen years old, and he just really understood what it was like to be in this world, and why he didn't have a mother.

It is said that time can make people forget, it can heal deep wounds, and time is the most miraculous panacea in the world - in the case of the father, time is ineffective, or, at all, it has the opposite effect, so that his thoughts and hatred grow day by day, until they become unreasonable.

On his seventeenth birthday, he suddenly realized that his short life was like a leaf, sprouting, growing, experiencing a cold and weak spring, and a thriving summer, blooming the most brilliant colors of autumn, but after all, he could not withstand the wind, frost, rain and snow, and withered on the branches, and finally fell, helpless, stepped into the snow, and turned into a smear of mud.

Does he just keep holding back? Should he have the courage to hope, to desire, to fight? Is he worthy? Is he worth it?

But what exactly does he want? Wang Zhenren told him that the autumn wind was on the dragon's head stone. At this moment, the dragon's head stone is at the foot, right in front of you; It was a stone's throw away, and there was no shelter in it, but he didn't bother to move; He has completely lost his fighting spirit.

It turned out that what he really wanted was never autumn wind.