Behind the gate of the villa is a winding plank road, with rockery and flowing water, pavilion stone chairs, walking on the plank road, ten steps and a scene. Look at this design has won the essence of my ancient Chinese garden architecture, and it is not subtle to change the scenery step by step.

The four people who had just finished the task walked on the plank road, and the knife maniac couldn't help but admire: "Although I have seen it many times, every time I look at this garden scenery, I still feel that I am in the middle of the mountains and rivers, with mountains and mountains, and the streams are murmuring, as if I have become a world of its own." I have to admire the great wisdom of my ancient Chinese people. ”

The leader muttered: "My Chinese culture has a long history and is broad and profound. It is the accumulation of more than 5,000 years from ancient times to the present. There are great achievements in cultural governance and martial arts, and there are four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting to cultivate sentiment and nurture temperament; there are also Confucian authenticity, heroic and upright, with the right outline, and filial piety; and Sun Tzu's Art of War, 36 strategies to fight vertically and horizontally, strategize, and win a decisive victory. Wu has Taiji divided into yin and yang, and the eight extremes set the Qiankun; Shushan sword cultivation and Kunlun Immortal Palace all have a long history and a great reputation. This shows that the ancient Chinese had great perseverance, great wisdom and great courage. ”

"I said Boss Mu, I know that you are a proud protégé of Zhang Lao, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even more talented, learning through the past and the present. He is also a closed disciple of Long Lao, and he has done his best to pass on the true inheritance of Long Lao. So don't give us a political lesson, okay······ I really can't understand how there can be a pervert and freak like you in this world. Whether it's literature or martial arts, everything is top-notch!" The knife maniac said helplessly.

The leader who was called the Wood Boss by the knife maniac scolded with a smile: "You, you are still so jumpy, if you can calm down, the knife technique will definitely be able to go to the next level." The knife maniac smiled and said, "Boss, I have this temperament, and you don't know it." Seeing this, the leader shook his head helplessly.

A few people talked and laughed and walked through the rockery and came to the end of the plank road. In front of the four people is an antique building, with eaves and tiles, carved beams and painted buildings. Entering the building, what catches your eye is the antique interior, the most conspicuous thing in the room is the huge plaque made of agarwood in the center of the front of the hall, the huge word "Yan Huang" is written on the iron painting silver hook on the plaque, and there is an old man lying on the Taishi chair made of pineapple wood under the plaque. The old man was dressed in a Tang costume, with his eyes closed, and seemed to be asleep.

The four of them came to the old man's chair and stood respectfully without disturbing the old man. After a moment, the old man slowly asked, "The task is complete?" The man at the head of the four stepped forward, bent down slightly, clasped his hands into fists, bowed to the old man as a disciple, and said: "Master, all the heretics that came to sabotage the research results of our country will be eliminated, and all the three upper ninjas and ten middle ninjas will be ambushed."

"Good" the old man praised and slowly opened his eyes, there was no twilight in those eyes, they were as deep as the starry sky, as if they contained endless wisdom. At this time, the three people standing behind the man also saluted the old man and called the old man Long Lao. The old man answered, raised his hand and touched the head of the man in charge, and said with a smile: "Chen Yuan, well done!"

A one-meter-eighty-five, majestic and heroic man, hunched over and let an old man touch his head, this seems to be a somewhat funny scene, but it makes the man called Chen Yuan by the old man feel extremely warm in his heart. made him think of the past uncontrollably, thinking of his life experience, Chen Yuan couldn't help but fall into memories.

"Get out of here, stinky beggar, don't hold on to my clothes, you can't afford to pay for your life!" a richly dressed woman shook off her little hand that was grabbing the hem of her dress with disgust, and yelled at a yellow-skinned boy. The child was knocked to the ground by the force of the woman's handshake, but he still stretched out his little hand covered with calluses and chilblains in the direction of the woman, and cried out: "Please be kind and give some money, my mother is sick, I want to buy her some food and medicine." Please!"

The woman left a bad word and left without looking back. In the huge street, only the small figure sat in the middle of the road, tears washed two clear traces on the boy's dirty face, the wind at the end of October had brought a slight chill, but for the boy who was only wearing a single clothes, the chill came from the bottom of his heart.

On this day, it was not the first time he had been treated like this, he was still young because his mother was sick in bed, and he had to come out to beg for a living, and wanted to work to make money, but he was too young to be used, even the simplest hard work was not used by him. He had no choice but to beg along the street, hoping that some well-wishers would give him some money so that he could buy some food and medicinal herbs. But I don't know why, the hearts of modern people are getting more and more indifferent, it's been three days, and there are very few people who have reached out to him, although most people won't show disdain like that woman, but they also avoid him, a little beggar.

The little boy walked towards home blankly, unconsciously about to arrive home, looking at the small broken firewood house not far away, he tried to squeeze out a smile, he didn't want his mother to worry. Before he could open the door, the little boy habitually shouted, "Mom, I'm back." ”

But he didn't hear his mother respond to him as she had done before. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly pushed open the door, only to see a strange old man standing in the room, and his mother was lying on the bed, with a few silver needles stuck in her body. "Boom" The little boy suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, "Ahh

The old man smiled softly at the boy and waved his hand, and the boy felt as if the space around him had been oppressed, and his forward body stopped abruptly, as if he was frozen. Just as he was about to struggle, a warm and peaceful voice sounded in his ears. "Don't worry, I'm your father's elder, I just treated your mother's injuries, her body is extremely weak, and she has a dark injury, I used internal strength to help her recuperate, but I need a silver needle to further stabilize the injury, so don't worry. The boy couldn't help but look at the source of the voice, which was clearly from the strange old man.

The boy looked at the old man's clear and kind eyes and slowly calmed down. The eyes are no longer so vicious, although they are still cold, but they are not as if they were beasts that choose people to devour. Watching the boy calm down so quickly, and then seeing his thin figure, unkempt hair, and the cold look on his dirty cheeks.

The old man's heart trembled, and he said in his heart: "This child doesn't know how much he has suffered, but at this age when he should be innocent and lively, he seems to be calmer than many adults, and he has also been baptized by wind and frost, and the world is hot and cold, so he has created this coldness that makes people cold to the bones." ”

Thinking of this, the old man waved his hand to lift the boy's ban, and sighed: "Child, I'm sorry for your family! You shouldn't know your background yet, come, come here, I'll tell you your background." ”