There was a dead silence in the ancestral hall for a while. For a long time, I only heard Feng Sanbing say in a voice without a little water: "Okay, the two unique skills of 'Tantra', 'Disintegration Knife' and 'Secret Door Nail', all appeared in one day, how fortunate is Qijia Village?" We old buddies haven't been floating in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and we can't even think of who these two people are. ”

The old men around him coughed dryly. One of them rubbed his hands and said, "Third brother, what do you think about this?" Do you want to ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Sanbing had already interrupted him and said, "Do you mean to invite Old Master Yu to come again?" A look of terror appeared in his eyes, and he waved a big thin hand: "Don't you hear that Tantra may be coming for him?" Hehe, our brothers are old, and they are old, but Brother Liu, let me ask you, how old should the old bureau master be this year? ”

Old Man Yu sent Pei Hongling's mother and son that day, but he secretly entered the village, so except for Grandma Lu, no one knew that he had come, which is also where Old Man Yu did things carefully. Grandma Lu only said to the outside world that Pei Hongling's mother and son were cousins of her mother's family, so the people in the village never suspected it. I only heard the old man surnamed Liu sigh: "The old bureau master seems to have passed sixty-seven years of life last year." ”

Feng Sanbing shook his hand: "Didn't you come?" A few of our old brothers were crippled that day, but they were also not angry, and they had wronged him all these years, others didn't know, how many of you didn't know? If you still come to him at this time, it really won't ...... conscience. The people of Qijia Village can't rely on the old bureau master for a lifetime. Let's fight for ourselves this time. Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, he commanded his two sons and eldest grandson, "Bring me all the swords and arrows in the back!" ”

Then Old Man Liu blushed. I saw Feng Sanbing's face calm: "It seems that back then, we abandoned the sword and went into hiding, and the disciples were never allowed to practice martial arts, this move was wrong." When I was a dart master, I only knew that line was licking blood with a knife, and I wanted to return to the countryside, but today I understood that there is no peach blossom source in this world. If you want to release the knife, don't you just put it alone, and someone else will put it? When in this world is there less fighting? Children, it was the third master's mistake not to ask you to practice martial arts that day, but you have more or less practiced some when you were young, today our seven ancestral halls are going to reopen a martial arts meeting, children, the enemy has been killed at the door, take out some of the skills you have hidden over the years! ”

The knives and arrows on the lift were wrapped in cloth, but when the cloth was untied, it was like embroidery. Old man Liu rubbed his eyes, as if he didn't believe it, he stepped forward and hugged one, the knife had nine rings, or the nine-ring knife used by his brother back then, he groped for the rust on the knife with his only remaining arm, and there were tears rolling down his eyes. Suddenly, he sighed with grief, and shouted to the sky: "Brother, brother, my brother is not angry, how deep is he to bear you!" How deep is the knife of yours! ”

As he spoke, he picked up the nine-ring broadsword weighing twenty catties with his only remaining arm and danced. In the gloomy ancestral hall, I saw his white hair scattered, like a ghost. The knife was taken by him, and the dance was modeled, and it was actually Shaolin's authentic 'Fuhu Knife Method'. The eyes of the old people in the seat were originally gloomy, but at this time, he was bravely drummed, as if something had not been ignited by the embers of this twilight decay. I only heard that the old man Liu had said angrily: "The old master, the old master, I only understood today your parting words more than ten years ago, what is called 'pick up the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground', hehe, 'pick up the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground'!" ”

Before the others could react, they saw that Aunt Hu, the woman between the rivers standing in the shadow, had a black face that changed. It turned out that more than ten years ago, when the old man Yu solved the water crisis and was about to leave, several old brothers sent him and asked what to do if there was any more crisis, he sent this eight-character mantra, saying, 'Pick up the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground', Liu Laozhi only understood at this time that he was in the helplessness of life but refused to give up a brave - if fate has forced you to retreat, if the world does not stop urging you endlessly, then what else do you have? What else is there to rely on and redeem? Only then did the old men understand that the rest of the game lord stood up in the world with a Daguan knife, and he did not fall for sixty-seven years, and the most important thing was not his kung fu, but a kind of bravery. When all the women and children around you are suffering, you have only one choice: pick up the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!

The words are so. Butcher knives are not easy to hold. At the beginning of the martial arts exercise, all the young men in Qijia Village, including the men who were not young and strong, all played, and even the five leftovers played a set of Dahong boxing regardless of their age. The old man in the seat saw that they were practicing one by one, but the expression on his face couldn't help but get darker and darker—what kind of kung fu is this? What is it called martial arts? They are all croppers, and these children are no longer young people who walk the rivers and lakes. After only Wu Yu'er finished a set of Da Hong boxing, Feng Sanbing shouted 'stop', he touched Wu Yu'er's little face, and said, "Child, it's really hard for you to fight well." ”

Then he sighed: "After seeing so much, I still have a little bit of this child's boxing skills." Unfortunately, he was only twelve years old, so he was expected to be early. ”

After saying a word, everyone in the hall was ashamed. Feng Sanbing said to his second son, Feng Keji, who was also forty-five or sixteen years old: "You go down and make a set for them." ”

Feng Keji answered, but his face was embarrassed. He picked up a knife and danced, Feng Sanbing's face became more and more wrong, he couldn't help it anymore, jumped off the seat, and slapped his second son, who had an eighteen or nineteen-year-old son and was present, in the face, and scolded angrily: "Are you called a knife, are you crazy to plow the field?" The banker's style is the banker's style! You weren't like that when you were younger. ”

His second son didn't hide, but there was a miserable look on his face, and he said cowardly: "Dad, I haven't touched the knife handle for almost thirty years. ”

Feng Sanbing looked at his son, and couldn't help but feel a wave of anger that had suddenly vented, and two lines of old tears rolled down his eyes. He said no more, and walked back to his seat step by step. Somehow, the little boy who mixed in looked at his step by step, and felt that a bone in his body seemed to be broken with every step, and it would never recover.

There was a dead silence in the ancestral hall. Feng Keji should have been the best player among the children who practiced martial arts at the beginning, and now he is like this, what else can everyone say. After a long time, I only heard Feng Sanbing sigh and say, "Tomorrow...... Tomorrow, Wuhouzhuang is expected to have someone coming. ”

Everyone waited quietly for his assignment, Feng Sanbing thought about it, only to feel that his mind was empty, but he couldn't show it, this was a pain in the family, he only said bitterly: "Everyone go home and rest first." ”

Then he looked down at the beam: "There will be a bitter fight tomorrow." ”

Silence. "I don't have anything else to say: it's Lao Weizheng's son, so tomorrow - let's fight it!"

The last three words are the last voice left in the hearts of everyone in Qijia Village on this day: Hard, hard, hard...... A trace of deep bitterness rippled from the corner of Feng Sanye's lips, spread out, and soaked into the hearts of everyone, the hearts of one hundred and twenty or thirty people in Qijia Village: It's hard......