In the blink of an eye, in the past eight years, everything in the world has been dyed with a layer of vicissitudes, in these eight years, flowers and plants do not know how to wither and reborn a few reincarnations, cicadas and snakes do not know how to sleep for a few autumns and winters, and the children of eight years ago have cold noodles, and they don't know what they have become.

Needless to say, the first thing to say is his title of "martial arts wizard", and his title was blown by his mother to Mrs. Cai's house in the east of the city.

Behind the cold noodle house, there is a small mountain, because it is small, there is no name, Leng noodle directly gave it an intimate name, it is called "back mountain", on the back mountain, there is a large piece of flat land, which is very suitable for playing.

On this day, near noon, there was a teenager standing on the flat ground of the back mountain.

The boy closed his eyes tightly and breathed in the air, and the wind blew loudly around him, and the dry leaves swirled in the sky, and when he could not fly to the treetops, he was abandoned by the wind and fell to the ground.

His figure is dancing in the flying leaves, looking very handsome, like dancing, which is pleasing to the eye, his bright red hair, swaying under the harassment of the wind, at a glance, this young man's appearance, compared to eight years ago, is more mature, look at his outline, you can still recognize him, he is the child eight years ago - cold noodles.

After eight years, his hair is brighter red, he is taller, and his appearance is no longer the doll he used to be.

Half an hour later, after retracting his fists and exhaling his breath, he wiped the beads of sweat from his head, walked to a tree with his clothes hung, took off his coat and put it on, and went down the hill to go home.

When Leng Noodle returned home, the food was already on the table, and her mother was waiting on the side, and she moved her chopsticks when she saw Leng Noodle coming.

Leng Noodle sat down to eat, and at the dinner table, the mother asked the situation as usual: "Leng Noodle, how are you doing?"

"Same as usual. ”

"That's good, if only I didn't regress. ”

Eating cold noodles, he caught a glimpse of a basket of apples on a small wooden table, and asked, "Luo Niang brought apples again?"

"No, this time it was Aunt Ma who took it. After the mother finished speaking, she picked up a piece of vegetables, ate bibimbap together, and chewed it with taste, "Alas, today the martial arts academy in the east of the city has begun to recruit people, and you are also fifteen years old, not the age to stay at home, today, you have to report with me." ”

"I know, mother, you've been nagging about this for half a year, how can I forget what day it is. ”

"It's good to remember, remember my mother is happy, and, Leng Mian, you must work hard when you get to the Martial Arts Academy, and when you become a war candidate, I will feel honored for you, and I believe that your dead father will too." ”

"Well, I'll try. ”

Referring to the martial arts school, explain it, the so-called martial arts school, is a kind of training martial arts and development ability of the learning place, but also the only way for civilians to go to the war marquis, in the martial arts hall to study for a year, through the next June of the war exam, you can become a war candidate.

For ordinary people, life is at the end of the war, the next thing to do is to eat, drink and enjoy life, cold noodles are also for the purpose of such an idle profession, struggling.

After the meal, the mother folded two black clothes and put them in the baggage, and hurriedly stuffed twenty copper Wenbei into them, and when everything was ready, they went straight to the east of the city.

Soon after departure, they met an uncle who bought sugar gourds, this uncle has a good face, and cold noodles have also patronized his business a few times, this time again, however, this time it is different, it is the mother who took the initiative to ask to buy, she bought a bunch, handed it to the cold noodles, and the cold noodles walked while eating, his mouth, was sweetened by the sugar and laughed, his mother was on the side, looking at him with a smile, her eyes were full of longing, the cold noodles were gone, and she wanted to get him a "war marquis" back.

About half an hour later, the mother and son came to the door of the martial arts hall, when they arrived, there was no one in front of the door, even the street was very empty, and the cold face of the martial arts hall looked at it, and in the old wooden door that would creak if it moved slightly, it was an empty playground, on both sides of the wooden door, the gray earthen wall stretched out, and the bracket of the door frame laboriously erected a seriously damaged wooden plaque, on which five big characters "pineapple martial arts school" could be vaguely identified , The door is open, there is a snail graffiti drawn by someone on it, the threshold of the gate, a piece of rotten, I don't know which naughty ghost kicked it.

Leng Mian looked at this place, and his impression was not very good, because it had just rained the day before yesterday, and the soaked wooden door exuded a musty smell, which could be smelled from a long distance.

After they entered, they stood on the empty training ground, on the big playground, there were no buildings, the only thing was a wooden frame with a small bell hung, next to the wooden frame, there was a long table, two tall men sat there, they were the petty officials in the city, and now they were in charge of collecting money.

The mother came over with a cold face, and when she arrived at the table, she faced the two men, and said with a smile: "Two officials, I sent my son to study here, do you think it's okay?"

"Okay, why not, just pay the money. ”

"Ah, that's great, how much?"

"One hundred bronze Wenbei. ”

"Okay, I've got it on me. ”

After speaking, she took out a hundred copper Wenbei and handed it to the two people, one of them took the money and counted it, and the other took out a stack of booklets and said, "Register." ”

"Okay. ”

The mother wrote the name of the cold noodles on the booklet and handed it to the man gently.

The man glanced at the booklet, looked at Leng Mian and said, "Jian Mu Leng Mian, is that you?"

"Yes. Leng Mian replied.

The man chuckled lightly and said, "This name, you are the wizard who practiced martial arts?"

The speaker was not startled, and the other man looked up, his gaze locked on the cold face.

"He's the martial arts wizard?" he said to the guy beside him, his eyes feeling a little incredible.

"I don't know, I know that there is a wizard with this name, and if it is the same name and surname, it may not be necessary. ”

When the mother saw that the official also knew her son's prestige, she laughed so much that she calmed herself down a little and said to the two of them; Everywhere, it's all praised by people, don't take it seriously. ”

"Well, that's true!"

The two immediately cast a complimenting gaze, and this gaze, like a burst of brilliance, sprinkled on Leng Mian's body.

When my mother saw this scene, she couldn't help but laugh in a faint voice, and her laughter was really full of modesty.

"If that's the case, then I'm not worried. ”

My mother listened and wondered, what was she worried about?

She put away her smug smile and asked suspiciously, "Official, what were you worried about?"

The mother's question aroused their indignation, and one of them explained: "Hey, eldest sister, you don't understand, the martial arts hall is different from the past, and now it is impossible to recruit people, because there are many people who have decided to be farmers from the beginning, so there is no way?"

"Ahh

"Of course they want to, but they just think about it. ”

"But you still haven't made it clear, what are you worried about. The mother asked.

"I'm worried that your son is the second type of person, that is, he is here, but he is mixed all day long, and he just has the mentality of trying his luck with a war marquis, that kind of guy, most of them can't pass the assessment, they can't become a war marquis, they are just losing the face of the martial arts academy, of course, this kind of guy comes to sign up, and the money still has to be collected, however, I still prefer to accept those who are really talented, because they will give the martial arts hall a long face. ”

"Oh, don't worry, I'm very relieved of my son, and I promise you. ”

"Hmm. He smiled reassuringly, remembered the business, and pointed to the only building here with the tip of his pen, facing the cold side, "Oh, by the way, that building is the martial arts hall, if you live, it is also inside, in the corridor on the left, you live in room two, and the toiletries have been prepared for you, in addition, tomorrow at the beginning of the morning, come to the playground to meet with the teacher." ”

"Well, okay. Leng Mian replied.

"Well, then you can go in now. ”

At this time, Leng Mian turned to face his mother, who was also looking at Leng Mian, and she said, "Child, I put some money in your baggage, buy some food when you are hungry, don't be hungry." ”

"Hmm. ”

"Mother is waiting to see the day when you become a war marquis. ”

"Okay, mother, I'm in. ”

"Go ahead. ”

After Leng Mian finished speaking, he walked slowly towards the hall, and after his mother smiled warmly, he turned around and left.