After killing the five animals, Yu Guolao's choice of the next step was not to move forward, but to return to Lintong.

Same as his dilapidated little courtyard.

If that small courtyard can also be called a dart game.

When the car returned to Lintong, it was already dusk, the moisture on the ground seemed to be very heavy, Old Man Yu was very tired, his rheumatism may have been committed, but he didn't say.

Pei Hongli didn't say a word, and rolled up his sleeves to cook.

- Don't say to yourself that I am the daughter of Pei Shangshu and the wife of Xiao Yu's envoy - she said to herself in her heart. I was first and foremost a woman, and outside, there was an old man who had stopped fighting, a tired Er Bing, and a little man waiting to grow up.

When she thought of the little man, there was a smile on her face - a childish ......, so her gnocchi soup was made extraordinarily fragrant that night, and even Old Man Yu looked at the bottom of the pot with a look of wanting to eat another bowl.

"But it's gone."

Pei Hongling smiled: "But it's gone." ”

She looked at the old man, and a feeling of "father" rose in her heart. She had never experienced the meaning of these two words in her father, Pei Shangshu, who was a first-class in the dynasty.

- Father.

Er Bing lit a fire in the hall, and Old Man Yu could roast his old cold legs. He didn't sleep after eating, and he also told everyone not to sleep, including Xiaozhi.

Pei Hongli asked, "Why?" ”

Old man Yu said: "We have to wait for one person." ”

The color in his gaze darkened: "Enemy." ”

"—an enemy who can 'mudra'."

The expression on Old Man Yu's face was silent in the firelight. But the leap of the firelight showed that the expression on his face was restless. How many years? Twenty-six years. He looked at the silhouette of the firelight on the wall, as if trying to find out what he was like.

Twenty-six years ago, he was only thirty-nine years old, and the Weizheng Dart Bureau was famous all over the world.

He sighed softly, but the battle with the man left him with all his limbs and half of his shoulders broken. Today in the old school field, when he abolished the five brakes, he saw the waist card of the five brakes, and he understood that the person was also a secret, and his status was far higher than that of the five brakes, so he guessed that Pei Hongli's matter, if the five brakes broke his wings, that person would definitely make a move.

As soon as he made a move, would it be the 'big handprint' that destroyed his arm and shoulder back then? Mahamudra is a tantric skill, but in tantra, there are no more than seven people who can cultivate the body, mouth, and mind so that they have the opportunity to cultivate and become proficient in Mahamudra. Old Man Yu thought of this, and his hands trembled slightly. He still remembers the defeat that year. But today, today is the age of decay, can he still resist the mysterious and difficult big handprint, and escape under the hands of this master and servant?

He wasn't sure.

So he chose to retreat to Lintong, and he wanted to - static braking.

But this silence is also an embarrassing silence. On the night at the end of April, this old man, protecting Pei Hongling's mother and son, roasted on fire, waiting for the only enemy who had defeated him in this life.

Is this state of mind, in the generosity of the twilight years, also mixed with a trace of powerless confusion?

Fortunately, Pei Hongli is an empathetic woman.

She felt a sense of apology. She also understands that this old man in his sixties will be tired after driving for a day and slashing five times. She was going to help him get through, not to mention that there seemed to be a great enemy right away.

But what can ignite a decrepit old man fighter? It's like - what can ignite the wood that has gone through the damp weather?

In the firelight, Pei Hongli suddenly raised his face, a beautiful face. She smiled: "Xiaozhi, haven't you always wanted to ask Grandpa Yu about the weight of his knife?" ”

The childish and cute in the firelight. Old Man Yu stroked his head, and suddenly felt at home. He never married in his life, first for a career and later for a burden. It was the first time he had experienced it.

He took the child to his lap, and the child was like his mother, very well-behaved and sensible. Old Man Yu thought with some bitterness and joy in his heart: "I have no children in my life, and I didn't want to be old, but I picked up a grandson directly." ”

He spoke: "The knife is not heavy, but powerful. My knife weighed thirteen pounds and seven taels in total. ”

Then he asked Childie to touch his knife.

Pei Hongli said: "For so many years, there is only one old man and a knife in this Weizheng dart game? ”

Old Man Yu nodded.

Pei Hongli looked at him, knowing that there must be a heavy story behind this. She asked, what is a story that can keep a person going for 25 years? There must be some kind of courage at its core, a certain chivalry, a kind of hope and brilliance that is still burning in an old body. She wants to lure it out and burn the silence and twilight that made Old Man Yu helpless in the night.

Pei Hongli said: "'Dog brake' said that the old man has made one dart every year for 25 years, and only one dart? ”

Old Man Yu nodded with empty eyes.

Pei Hongli looked at him with some respect for a long time: "Can you talk about it?" ”

She knew that Old Man Yu must not be used to talking. She gently continued: "I just want Xiaozhi to hear, a person, a man's experience and most of his life. ”

Then she sighed softly: "It's important to him." ”

"Because he has no father."

Old Man Yu's gaze stopped on Xiao Zhi's head, rubbed it gently, and said after a while: "Actually, it's nothing, it's all a long, long time ago." Twenty-six years ago, when our Weizheng dart game was at its most prosperous, I took a dart. In fact, the dart was not big, but the owner was a person who had a grudge against 'Dongmi'. 'Dongmi' killed nine of our dartheads. In the end, I went out to fight, and my opponent was Gong Hai, the master of 'Dongmi'. ”

His gaze seemed to go back in time. After a while, he said softly, "I'm defeated." ”

In fact, is it as simple as the three words 'I am defeated'? No, the process of defeat is quite tortuous. When he started with the "big mudra" Gong Hai, he guessed that his skills were inferior, and regretted that he had left the master a year earlier, and he did not understand the last three moves of the "Daguan Knife", but he still had a fight - he was angry! Back then, the "Daguan Knife" Yu Meng dominated the industry and relied on an awe-inspiring righteousness. But "Dongmi" caught the families of more than a dozen dart masters and threatened each other. Every time he makes a good move, the opponent will kill someone at the right time, and he is worried in his heart, but the opponent does not mention the conditions of threat. "Big Mudra" Gong Hai is a brand of Dongmi in the Central Plains martial arts, they want him to win, and he wins alone. So although he wanted to threaten, he didn't boldly threaten, and when he fought to the last move, Old Man Yu fought and spelled out a move that he hadn't learned before and didn't think of.

But he only made half a move, because out of the corner of his eye, the knife hanging on the head of the dart master's family was raised again, and his heart softened, and he was late.

After a while, he was slapped in the palm of his left shoulder, and since then every arm and shoulder has been wasted.

If it weren't for his friend Lu Mad, he arrived in time and caught the other party's important person "Little Buddha" to threaten to exchange. In that battle, I was afraid that Weizheng would lose the game.

Old man Yu sighed lightly, but defeat is defeat, so far twenty-five years later, every time I read Gong Hai's "big handprint" that covers the sky and the sun, I still feel that there is no way to stop it, and it is impossible to avoid it. This is a big shadow on his heart for 25 years. He knew that as long as the shadow existed, he was defeated, and it was—all the time. When he was young, he was brave and courageous, believing that there was no obstacle in this world that he could not overcome. But so far, twenty-five years, he still doesn't know how to crack Gong Hai's big mudra like a raging wave.

Later, with the help of a good friend, the dart was settled. But for the sake of the face of 'Dongmi', the dart silver was still robbed, but it didn't hurt the dart owner. Although the owner of the dart didn't want to pay, I still paid him. Since then, the Weizheng dart game has begun to go downhill. ”

He really didn't want to recall those days, he turned the fire in front of him, and said for a while: "Chang'an now has a 'Yuezi Branch', right?" ”

Pei Hongli didn't know why he asked about this, she began to regret the experience of recalling Old Man Yu's injury, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Old Man Yu sighed lightly, "Their General Bureau is in Luoyang, do you know who the head of their General Bureau is?" ”

Pei Hongli shook her head, how could she know this.

"His name is Ning Feng."

After a while, Old Man Yu said softly: "He turned out to be one of the three deputy chief darts of the Weizheng Dart Bureau. ”

Pei Hongli was stunned, so it was.

Wei Zheng Dart Bureau back then a deputy general dart head can also create this big business today? It seems that Old Man Yu was really different back then. Pei Hongli said softly: "It turns out that the head of the Yuezi General Bureau was also your old subordinate back then, why did you set up another portal later?" ”

Old Man Yu's eyes were distracted: "That year, we married Dongmi. In the dart industry, I am most afraid of forming a big beam, not to mention that the opponent is a big force. Business is hard, we can't afford to die! At that time, Wei Zheng had to make great sacrifices to seek development again, but the dart masters under him were unwilling. One is that they are unwilling to form a strong feud with Dongmi, and the other is that they are also dissatisfied with the drag of the dart game. ”

"At that time, there were a total of 27 darts lost in the game. As a result, there were 27 widows and 173 people to be supported. At this time, the later dart masters began to complain secretly, they were all working hard for the dead. I understand them, after all, the darts are all desperately fought for silver, used to support other people's widows and orphans, and they are dissatisfied with it. But—did they ever think that the brand of Weizheng was also exchanged for those twenty-seven lives? Later, Ning Feng, the deputy general manager of the dart, disagreed with me, so he pulled the flag and went out to do it alone, and built the 'Yuezi' dart bureau, which is now the No. 1 signboard in the industry. Our Weizheng's dart head is getting less and less, and later I know that they are all under Ning Darthead. ”

The muscles in his face grew stiffer. Pei Hongli can feel his sadness, what is more sad for the bureau owner than taking a dart game so alive? The injury on the shoulder and arm, and the defeat, would not have made this old man's heart hurt so deeply. She gently flipped the horse's hooves roasted in the ashes, and whispered, "And then?" ”

Old Man Yu smiled bitterly and raised his eyebrows: "Then, this is the scene you saw, the Weizheng Dart Bureau is almost dead, I moved it out of Chang'an and lay in the alley of Lintong." In the whole game, I was the only one left. ”

His voice is a little poignant, the twilight of the martyr, and the heart is strong? The twilight of the martyrs is so tragic.

The north wind was blowing outside the window, and Pei Hongli was speechless. She shouldn't have aroused the old man's sadness.

She's too self-righteous. She looked at the old man's face in the firelight, and somehow, she had a feeling of wanting to hug him. But I'm afraid that he will feel that it is an offense to his dignity.

In the midst of the news, Xiaozhi suddenly asked, "Then why do you still have to walk a dart once a year, grandpa?" ”

Old Man Yu came back to his senses, there was a kind of warmth in his eyes, and he patted his red little face: "Because, there are still twenty-seven lonely widows and widows in our Weizheng Dart Bureau, more than one hundred and seventy people, everyone can not want them, I can't do without them." ”

Pei Hongli suddenly felt that this dilapidated alley, the dilapidated main hall, was full of warmth—and there were people—and people—so persistent!

I only heard the old man Yu say warmly: "I have never married in my life, and I am an orphan, and they are actually my family." I take a dart trip a year to support them. At that time, those children were still young, and now they are all young men, and many of them have children again. The reason why I only take one trip a year is to avoid the suspicion of my peers, and the second is that I am the only one left in Weizheng, and I am getting older and older, and one trip is enough for me to work hard. ”

Pei Hongli looked at him, one trip to feed more than 170 people? He didn't say anything, but she didn't know what kind of dangerous darts and darts this old man should have received, how many poor mountains and bad rivers he had waded through, how many bandit nests and robbers he had stepped on, and how many outlaws he would pass before he pulled down these more than 20 lonely widows. For the first time, she realized that the world was so warm.

She looked at the doorway, and suddenly remembered the couplet that looked like a knife engraved on the doorpost, and finally understood—what it was:

A lifetime of cold embarrassment and a thousand drunkenness

Twenty lonely widows and half shoulders

——Twenty lonely widows and half shoulders.