In a blink of an eye, Yusheng was ten years old.

Early one morning, outside the Taoist temple, the old man said: "Today you can take off the dark iron on your feet." Yu Sheng looked at the piece of black iron that had accompanied him for a long time, and he untied the rope he was tied. The moment Xuan Tie left, he felt as if he was as light as a swallow. He jumped directly onto the beam of the house with one leap and stood on the top of the eaves with one foot.

Lao Dao touched his beard and nodded: "The method of light body, you have already cultivated." It's time to teach you the true legacy of being a teacher." I saw Lao Dao return to the Taoist temple, and when he came out, he held a weapon in each hand. Lao Dao: "I have two weapons here, a long sword in my right hand and a long stick in my left hand. The sword is sharp and sharp, paying attention to the unity of the sword man, practicing to the fullest, and the flesh is like a sword. The stick has no edge and no blade, but it is flexible and changeable, and the lethality of the stick is not bad for the sword, and the stick is integrated with attack and defense. The Monkey King of that year swept the world with a wishful golden hoop stick, and no one could beat it. And I also know that you often play with old apes, in fact, apes are the animals that use sticks the most. There are old apes who cultivate into demons and use sticks as their own weapons, and I once saw a mountain-moving ape directly use a stone pillar as a weapon to smash a Jiaosheng to death. Therefore, there are many ways to use sticks, not only to defeat the enemy with the power of thunder, but also to use skills to dial a thousand pounds. See what you want to learn? Lao Dao raised the long sword and long stick in front of Yu Sheng and let him choose.

Yu Sheng looked at the two weapons, and finally he picked up the long stick. Lao Dao: "Okay, then I will teach you the stick method, my stick method originated from the invincible Monkey King of heaven and earth." Although there is no magic weapon like the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, it still has the majestic momentum that looks at the world."

The old way takes Yusheng to a waterfall, and the waterfall descends from the high mountain and is violent. Lao Dao: "You go to the middle of the waterfall and sit cross-legged", Yusheng had just reached the edge of the waterfall, and the water falling from the sky suddenly pressed him to the waist. If it weren't for the long time of Xuantie training, he would probably have washed away. He struggled to move to the middle of the waterfall, and his body was red. The tremendous water pressure almost overwhelmed him. He struggled to sit cross-legged on top of a boulder and let the waterfall hit him.

Lao Dao: "Today you will meditate, and when you get used to it." Dancing sticks under this waterfall. You can dance as much as you want, and one day you can cut off the waterfall with a stick so that the rocks are no longer drenched. You can move on to the next step", said Lao Dao, stuck an iron rod next to the waterfall, and left. On the first day, the rain was full and he didn't even touch the stick. In the evening, the rain was full of red and descended the mountain.

Yusheng's mother saw him: "I'm very tired today", Yusheng's mother's name is Autumn Night Frost. She hugged Yusheng for a while and let him eat. At night, she hung up Yusheng's soaked clothes, sat next to Yusheng, who had fallen asleep, and fanned the wind with the leaves of the plantains. She gently stroked Yusheng's hair, and suddenly her throat itched. She was afraid of waking Yusheng to cough outside the house a few times, and then came back to continue to fan Yusheng.

Yusheng slowly adapted to the waterfall, and he began to dance the iron rod under the waterfall. The water splashed under the waterfall, and more and more water droplets were knocked off by Yusheng's sticks. He also danced his stick faster and faster. Until the impact of the waterfall no longer affected him, he stirred the lower end of the waterfall at a rapid speed, and there was basically no water dripping onto the rocks under his feet.

Lao Dao: "Well, do you feel the true meaning of the stick?" That is, it is flexible and changeable, and there are no fixed moves. The next step is the training of force, how to apply it to the stick."

Lao Dao led Yusheng to a black forest: "This ebony is as hard as ugin, and you will start beating this ebony today." One day, you can smash even the smallest ebony with a stick. You will already have the stick method", Lao Dao left after speaking, leaving Yusheng to practice alone.

Yusheng tried, and he struck a stick on an ebony tree. As a result, Zhen's hands were shaking, and he shook his hands and continued to beat the wood. At the end of the day, only a trace of the wood appeared. His hands shook involuntarily as he left in the evening.

He returned to the wooden house, and at dinner he shook his hand and the wooden bowl fell directly to the ground. Autumn Night Frost picked up the bowl, and she put another bowl of rice and fed it to Yusheng. At night, when Yusheng sleeps, she gently rubs Yusheng's arm.

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, Yusheng was already fifteen years old. And he finally smashed an ebony tree with a stick during a day of cultivation. His arms were so tight that the stick seemed to extend his arms. Lao Dao: "You are already considered to have achieved the stick method." I'll be relieved." He stroked his pale beard and smiled.

In the afternoon, in the Taoist temple, he knelt in front of the old Tao. I saw Lao Daopan sitting in the central room, with his eyes closed: "Yusheng, I have lived long enough in this life." I was able to meet your mother in my later years and saved her until I watched you grow up and took you to practice. It's a blessing to me. Yusheng, remember, don't go on a killing spree in the future. Be patient in case of trouble. I deduce gossip and calculate that you are in calamity. Remember when you go on a killing spree. It is the day of your death. Remember, remember, you have to remember the Tao that Master taught you. You have a strong heart and a good character. Master believes that you will be able to live a wonderful life, and Master, disciple, will be feathered. When you leave, remember to close the Taoist temple." After saying that, Lao Dao stopped making a sound and sat quietly on top of the pu fan. Yusheng called the master a few times, but Lao Dao did not answer.

In the past, the old Tao said that when the Taoist family died, the person who attained the Tao would become an immortal. He knelt down in front of Lao Dao, his head on the side of his master's lap, and he couldn't lift it up for a long time. The last time he kowtowed to Lao Dao was when he was apprenticed. Tears poured out of his eyes, wetting the stone slab on the side of Lao Dao's legs. A teacher for one day, a father for life.

When he went down the mountain, he closed the door of the Taoist temple tightly. He won't come back again, because the man who had been with him growing up is gone. When he leaped over the rock, he still looked at the Taoist temple from afar.

He returned to the wooden house and told Qiu Yeshuang about the old Dao Immortal's visit. I saw that her hand serving the food was trembling slightly. For her, Lao Dao is like her father. Lao Dao saved her in times of crisis, and Lao Dao has always been taking care of her in her most difficult time.

She suddenly coughed vigorously, probably too emotional, and her cough became more and more severe. With a violent cough, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth. "Mother! What happened to you! Yusheng hurriedly stepped forward to support the autumn night frost. Autumn Night Frost wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth: "Yusheng, my mother has been coughing for the past few days." I don't know what disease I have. Today, it seems that it is not better. Yusheng helped his mother to the bed and let her rest. He went out into the woods to catch fish. I plan to come back and make fish soup for my mother.

More than ten days have passed, and the illness of Autumn Night Frost has become more and more serious. Now every time I cough up, I cough up blood. She couldn't eat anymore. She lies in bed every day and can't get off the ground. Yusheng has been in a hurry. But he couldn't do anything about it. If Lao Dao is still there, he can still go to Lao Dao, but now Lao Dao is no longer there. He could only watch his mother gradually weaken day by day, and his heart was like a knife.

A few more days later, Autumn Night Frost called him to his bed. said in a weak voice: "Yusheng, my mother can't hold on for long." When I die, you go out of the forest. Let's go live outside. Didn't my mother usually tell you a lot of things outside, I believe you will definitely live well. When my mother fled here, that country was still a country. I don't know how many years have passed, whether it has changed the dynasty. You have to live well. I ....." Before she could finish her sentence, she had already swallowed. Yusheng grabbed his mother's thin hand and cried loudly. So far, the two people he is closest to in the world have died. He couldn't stand up for a long time, and kept kneeling in front of the collapse of the autumn night frost.

It was raining heavily, and the sound of the rain hit the eaves of the wooden house. Like a drop of blood, dripping on his heart.

At this point in the plot, Qiu Mo has already substituted himself into Yusheng's body. This teenager who is exactly the same as himself is the same as the other self. He seemed to be able to feel his sadness. Qiu Mo still remembers that when he was born, he was also in this heavy rain. His mother gave birth to him with great difficulty.

He slept beside his mother.

The next day, he broke a piece of ebony with a stick. A coffin was made out of it and the mother was put in it. He dragged the coffin to the mountain and buried his mother next to the Taoist temple.

He kowtowed a few times in front of his mother's grave and went down the mountain. He called the deer, and this time he patted the deer on the neck and said, "Little Green, take me out of the forest." The deer heard it. Rushing in one direction. After running for two days and one night, he finally saw the edge of the forest. Coming to the edge of the forest, he got off the back of the deer. Touching the deer's head, "Let's go, I'm going to a place outside the forest, you can go back." The deer rubbed its head against Yusheng's chest. Step by step, he reluctantly walked towards the forest.

Out of the forest, he saw the city walls. The gate was still open, and it read: "Kuafu Pass". Lao Dao taught him to read and write before teaching him Yin and Yang Bagua, so he still knew the words. He walked to the city gate. The gates were guarded on both sides, and people came and went. The clothes he wore were given to him by Lao Dao, and he was not too eye-catching in the crowd. He entered the city gate and came to the gate.

The roads in Kannai are lined with hawkers. He walked and saw the inn. He remembered that his mother had said that the inn was a place to stay. He came to the inn, and as soon as he entered the inn, the shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, "Is the guest officer eating, or staying in the hotel?" He scratched his head: "I remember that I need money for food or staying in a hotel, but I don't have any money." When Xiao Er heard this, his smile suddenly disappeared, "Where did the poor Taoist come from?" If you don't have any money, get out of here! Don't get in the way of business! Xiao Er said disdainfully. Yusheng was not annoyed, "I can do things to make money, I don't know what you can do here?" ”。 Xiao Er heard that this was not robbing him of his job. Without saying a word, he picked up the bench in the store and prepared to beat Yusheng out. However, before the bench hit Yusheng's body, he interrupted the bench with a punch. He stepped forward one step and grabbed Xiao Er's shirt and directly knocked Xiao Er to the ground.

"Why are you still doing it? I'll just ask. At this time, the shopkeeper came. The shopkeeper has a good eye, "This one is a master at first glance, Xiao Er has eyes and doesn't know Taishan." I hope the young man will forgive me. The shopkeeper surrendered his hand to Yusheng to make amends. Yu Sheng also learned the boss's actions and said: "The shopkeeper has won the prize, and he is penniless now." I don't know if the boss has a job to make money. The shopkeeper replied: "It is really useless for a young man to do chores in a small shop with such martial arts. You can go to the dart board to find a job of playing darts, where food and lodging are included. Ordinary people can't do it, and the money comes very quickly. Yusheng: "Dart? What is it for? The shopkeeper: "Haven't you heard of the dart yet?" It is to send the goods of those rich people or the government to a certain place. I was afraid that the goods would be robbed, so I found someone to escort them. It means to protect the goods. Yusheng: "Then how to go to the shopkeeper's dart game, I'll find it." The shopkeeper showed him the way.