In the 28th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, southeast Zhejiang.

Surrounded by mountains, mountains are stacked on top of each other, this is a sea of mountains, although there are no particularly steep mountains here, but the mountains are undulating and endless, no matter which direction you go, walk for a few days, you still see mountains, mountains seem endless, there is no end in sight.

Jinniu Mountain is one of the most inconspicuous peaks.

It was late autumn, the shrubs on the top of the mountain were showing a withered yellow color, the mountain wind was howling, and there was a bleak scene all around, at this time, except for the woodcutters who cut wood, there were generally few people on the mountain, and this was the paradise of the wild beasts, which was about to spend the winter, and they were in a hurry to store food for the winter.

A wild mouse poked its head out of its burrow, stared at its little eyes, looked around cautiously, and then swooped into the bushes and disappeared. Not far behind him, on a branch, an owl was rocking around the tree with its eyes closed, oblivious to the movement on the ground.

On the west side of the mountain, there is a slightly flat hillside, 40 zhang from north to south, about 20 zhang from east to west, the slope is low in the west and high in the east, which is in line with the trend of the mountain. Probably this hillside is facing the wind, so there is not a single slightly taller tree on the hillside, only waist-length weeds and some low shrubs, and the withered yellow weeds reflect the setting sun, constantly rising and falling in the autumn wind.

At this moment there was a young man of about twelve or thirteen years of age, with a strong body, red lips and white teeth, who was intently searching for something on the ground, and by his cautious appearance, it seemed that a fierce beast was hiding in the weeds.

In his hand he held a wooden stick, more than a foot long and the thickness of an egg. He lifted his legs high and landed lightly, careful not to make a sound, his whole body was arched at the waist, his elbows were bent, and his eyes were vigilant, like a hunting leopard, waiting for the prey to show its flaws, he was ready to jump up and strike a thunderous blow at any moment.

However, the area of this mountain is not large, and the grass is not deep, and the whole mountain can be seen at a glance, and it stands to reason that there are no large beasts hidden in such a place, but the young man still examines it very seriously, little by little.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he stopped, and about ten steps in front of him, there was a thatch, which at first glance was not much different from other places, but if you compare carefully, you will find that in fact, these grasses are a little higher than other places, and each thatch is upright and upright, but in the eyes of this young man, these grasses seem to be too neatly erect, and the weeds in other places, both upright and lodging, are definitely not like here.

The boy tiptoed closer, then raised his stick high and shouted, "Where are you going?" "A move Mount Tai pressed the top, the stick with a fierce wind, like from the nine heavens above the sky, a thunderbolt split, the wooden stick on the thatch, made a muffled sound, grass clippings flew around, the stem of the pole was broken countless times, startled a pheasant in the distance fluttered up, flew in the sky, and fell far away.

The weeds under the stick were scattered by the stick, but there was no movement on the ground except for a deep stick mark.

Hey! Not good, fooled.

The boy was taken aback, but he did not panic, but held the stick in his hand, rushed forward, quickly adjusted his center of gravity, and was careful to be on guard.

Suddenly, on the left side of it, there was a canopy of thatch, a black shadow flew up, the corner of the young man's mouth smiled, the long stick swung, a move swept thousands of troops, the wooden stick snorted, like a tangible wall, swept towards the black shadow, so that although the person of the stick was young, this stick method was used, and it was indeed the feeling of being invincible.

The wooden stick swept accurately and ruthlessly on the black shadow that flew from, but it swept lightly, and countless debris rose to the sky and flew all over the sky, "It's fake again!" ”

The young man was shocked again, and at this time, a thin bamboo sword suddenly appeared behind him, and I saw that the bamboo sword was like a snake, swimming and biting lightly on the young man's calf.

The young man was in pain, but he didn't care about it, and poked the long stick back, however, just as he moved, he was hit by a sword in the thigh, and the young man staggered, in order to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the weakness to enter, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, his teeth were clenched, and he held one end of the stick, and he took advantage of the situation to make a move The scorpion swung its tail, and the stick was as if it was alive, and it bounced up and swept back, but the stick was not handed out, and the bamboo sword stabbed obliquely on his left shoulder, and the young man's stick was stagnant, and the bamboo sword was wrapped around his throat. Stopped there motionless.

The young man threw the stick to the ground and pouted, "Brother, I lost again, why can't I beat you?" ”

With a bang, the bamboo sword pulled a sword flower, inserted into the soil under his feet, and in the grass clippings flying in the sky, revealing a young man's face, he has a delicate face, a long body, and a pair of bright eyes, the grade is about fourteen or fifteen years old, there is a circle of light black fluff on his lips, his face looks a little immature, but his figure is almost as tall as an adult, if you only look at his face, you will think that he is weak and weak should be a scholar, but if you look at his sharp and fierce swordsmanship just now, and felt that he should be a natural killer.

He patted the young man on the shoulder with his hand and said, "Little brother, you are younger than me, it is already very good to practice like this, I will definitely not be able to beat you in two years, but you have a shortcoming, and you still haven't corrected it......"

"I know, I know." The stick boy said impatiently: "Grandpa tells me this every day, and you come to bother me again, doesn't it mean that I can't calm down and can't bear my temperament?" You always look at my previous shortcomings, you can't see what I have improved, I have changed a lot, but you still criticize me. However, I still think that when two people fight, they still have to rely on absolute force, and I like to use force to solve problems in a dignified manner, rather than figuring out other people's psychology and letting others be fooled and make mistakes. Grandpa's disguise and swordsmanship are not what I like, so I would rather learn stick skills from Uncle Lei, rather than learn grandfather's kung fu, Uncle Lei also said, your kung fu is not upright enough, not upright enough, I think he is right. ”

The sword boy grinned and stopped arguing, and the white teeth were imprinted with the warm autumn sun, which reflected the young man's red lips and white teeth, and he was unusually handsome.

These two teenagers, one is naturally a small pot, and the other is Buzang.

Since five years ago, Wu Orion took his two children, went away from home, absconded here, and they have been living here together, but now the small pot is renamed Yunqi, this is the name of the small pot himself, the original name of the small pot is Meng Yunqi, Grandpa Wu asked him to change his name, the little pot thought about it, and decided to change it to the current name, because the little pot felt that he had not committed much of a crime, even if the government found himself, there was no big crime, and this name entrusted his past history, Hope for the family. Xiao Guozi hopes to remind himself of the past through this name, and he hopes that one day, he can personally unlock the secrets of the past and avenge his family.

At the same time, Wu Orion also changed his name, in order to facilitate his actions, they claimed to be the three grandchildren, Bu Zang is the grandson, and the small pot is the grandson, so they also changed the Wu surname to Wu, and the name was changed to Sanshui after the Huai split, and the current name of Buzang is called Wu Buzang.

In this big mountain, there are many mountain people, they are industrious and simple, advocating slash-and-burn farming, they call themselves Shanha people, there are also called She people, their nationality is called She people, they usually like to wear blue and blue clothes, but they also like to wear very bright colors during the New Year's Festival, they can sing and dance, and there are many unique customs, they do not have too much contact with the outside world, forming their own unique circle.

When the two children first arrived here, they were not accepted by the local villagers, they could only live far away in the mountains, at the beginning of the two of them followed the black hunter to learn skills, this black hunter hunted for generations, in disguise, hidden traces and even hidden breath, have a unique opinion, as a hunter he is also proficient in the art of tracking, the most admirable thing for the small pot is that this black hunter has a very thorough grasp of human nature, and can be said to be the pinnacle in arranging traps, and can always arrange many unbelievable traps according to the weakness of human nature.

The ancestors of Wu Orion had learned swordsmanship in Qingcheng Mountain, through Wu Orion's father and his own two generations, for these swordsmanship, and made certain improvements, and finally formed a very peculiar set of swordsmanship, Wu Orion's swordsmanship theory is very alternative, other martial arts sects are pursuing a move to defeat the enemy, requiring non-stop attacks to the enemy's fatal place, through a fatal blow and completely make the opponent lose resistance, but Wu Orion did the opposite, he believes that where it is fatal, it is the place where everyone's defense is the tightest, In fact, there are not many opportunities to attack these places, especially when encountering a battle of masters.

Therefore, if you want to win, you must be patient, be good at mastering the psychology of others, find and create other people's flaws, for example, you want to directly use a sword to stab someone else's heart, it is very difficult, but if you first use a sword to stab someone else's arm or leg, he may have a moment of hesitation because of the pain, and will reveal the flaw, and this time is your real opportunity, sometimes you even need two or three times of effort, through the continuous accumulation of opportunities, it is possible to find a real opportunity.

The theory of the black hunter is: never expect to defeat the enemy with one move, never think about things too simply, and only by constantly accumulating some small victories can you achieve the final big victory.

Xiao Guozi greatly agrees with this theory, so he also has the favor of Wu Orion, and he teaches him.

But Bu Zang doesn't like these intriguing things, he thinks that martial arts are still open and close, and it is good to move forward bravely, which is in line with the identity of a warrior. So after living here for a year, he became quite familiar with the local people, through the elders of the clan, he switched to the She warrior Lei Qinglin, to learn stick skills, stick art is one of the traditional martial arts of the She people, and Lei Qinglin is the leading local warrior, the long stick is open, wind and rain. Although Wu Orion was angry, he was helpless, so he simply ignored him, and devoted all his energy to the small pot, taking care of the little pot even more.

This made Xiao Buzang very dissatisfied, and often said to his grandfather: "Who is your real grandson?" I now suspect that I am not your grandson, but I picked it up, and the little pot is your real grandson. The black hunter laughed.

In the process of learning art, every few days, Bu Zang will make a move with the small pot, the two of them check each other's skills, Bu Zang is a martial arts wizard, no matter what he learns, he will learn, although his strength is insufficient, but the action is decent, as long as it takes time, the future will be limitless. Lei Qingshan was amazed as if he had found a treasure, and treated him like his own son and nephew.

And Xiao Guozi showed a very high talent in tracking, concealment, and swordsmanship, and he was a few years older than Buzang, so every time he competed, it was Xiao Guozi who used the terrain and trickery to win the final victory. This made Bu Zang very unconvinced.

"Little brother, I want to go out recently." The small pot looked at the round sunset and said slowly

"Where are you going? I'll go with you. Buzo said excitedly.

"No, I can only do this by myself, I want to go back to my hometown to find out who killed my family?" The small pot replied.

"What happens after you find out?" Buzo asked.

"I may take revenge, if the enemy is too strong and I can't take revenge, I will come back to you, let's practice hard again, and after practicing martial arts, we will go together to take revenge." The little pot said firmly.

"Okay, brother, I'm waiting for you, you have to come back as soon as possible, and then we will have a happy revenge together." Walk the Tibetan Road.