I want to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.

Zhou Ling'er glanced at Zeng Qingfeng, who was immersed in hard reading, with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, and then gently led the door and left.

……

Zhou Linger was born in an ordinary family, her mother is a traditional woman with a weak personality, and her father was originally an honest farmer, but since one day after gambling, her personality has changed greatly, she is lazy and lazy, not to mention, every time she loses money in gambling, she gets drunk and punches and kicks the two mothers and daughters.

Zhou Ling'er, who was young at the time, watched a good father finally degenerate into a gambler, and the eyes that were full of admiration and love for his father were gradually replaced by disappointment and fear.

She even cried many times and asked her mother why she wanted to marry such a person as her father in the first place.

Zhou Ling'er's disappointed and helpless eyes would deeply sting her mother's heart whenever she was at that time, which was the helplessness of being a mother.

At this time, the mother who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face would hug her sadly and cry, and said in a choked voice: "He wasn't like this before...... Ling'er ......"

Ay! The so-called marrying a chicken with a chicken and marrying a dog with a dog, this old-fashioned bullshit concept, I bah!

After waking up from drinking, the next day after seeing his bào xíng last night on his mother's blue nose and swollen face, he would always hide his face and cry bitterly, kneeling down and begging for mercy: "I'm sorry, I won't be ...... next time."

The soft-hearted mother will hold back her tears to forgive him, but Zhou Ling'er will not, because she knows that everything is just an infinite loop.

Gambling, getting drunk, being violent, kneeling down to apologize, and then so on......

So since she was a child, she was determined to find a man as good as a dragon, and the one she identified was Zeng Qingfeng.

The boy who saved her countless times when she cried from childhood to adulthood, the man she saw with all her eyes.

Now the object of her affection has grown from a responsible boy to a handsome and chic, unique man, the only thing that remains unchanged is her love for him, which grows like grass in the lush heart, each of which is full of countless thoughts and loves.

With a sweet smile on her face, Zhou Linger walked into Xiuxiu's room and said, "Xiuxiu, I'm not coming back to accompany you." ”

Xiuxiu squeezed out a wry smile in her heart and asked, "Well, is it cold?" The hand basin will keep you warm. ”

Zhou Ling'er covered her two frozen red hands together and sighed, took the basin and said with a smile: "It's really cold on this snowy day in the middle of winter!" ”

"Isn't it?" Pei Xiuxiu smiled.

After a few simple greetings, the two who were intimate couldn't find the words to chat for a while, and Pei Xiuxiu only felt that the temperature in the air room was instantly no different from the outside.

At this time, it was Zhou Ling'er who broke the embarrassment and asked, "Xiuxiu, you and Brother Qingfeng ......"

Seeing that the words came to her mouth and then retracted Zhou Ling'er, Pei Xiuxiu explained: "Ling'er, things are not what you imagined...... I...... Hey, what should I say......"

Zhou Ling'er looked at Xiuxiu innocently with two big watery eyes, and begged pitifully: "Xiuxiu, can you help me?" I really like Brother Qingfeng, you promised me to be the old man who matched us in the past, did you forget? ”

Pei Xiuxiu couldn't think of how to answer her for a while, just frowned and thought.

She couldn't answer, if Zeng Qingfeng was Ling Feng, then she wouldn't give up no matter what, because he was her husband and the person she had to stay with for the rest of her life.

On the other hand, if this assumption is not true, then she can fulfill her promise to help Zhou Ling'er connect Zeng Qingfeng, and at the same time send sincere wishes to the two of them for a hundred years of happiness.

But now everything is confusing, so even she herself is wandering and searching like a headless fly, waiting for the water to come.

Ling Feng, where the hell are you? Finally?

Zhou Ling'er saw that Xiuxiu was silent, her heart was half cold, and she asked sourly: "Xiuxiu, don't you like Fan Jian?" Have you changed your mind? ”

Xiuxiu still couldn't answer this question.

In the end, Zhou Ling'er came in with a smile and went out crying.

Why why? Even her best friend wants to cheat on her? Do you want to rob Brother Qingfeng with her?

No, she swore in her heart that no one would snatch her Qingfeng brother away.

In the southwest of Dongsang Village, there is a small blacksmith shop, which is the home of blacksmith Wang Dabiao.

Thirty years ago, Wang Dabiao, who suffered the pain of losing his wife, wandered here by chance, and since then he has retired to the rivers and lakes, no longer living a bloody life, and living by striking iron.

Wang Dabiao, who seems to be unattractive, has studied with Yi Chongtian since he was a child and studied under Wang Qifeng, the famous head of Wudang Mountain, and has practiced good skills and is chivalrous.

In the late Ming Dynasty, Taoism prevailed, and the current emperor was obsessed with the art of cultivating immortals, regardless of the government, and was obsessed with eating pills all day long, pursuing the art of immortality.

As a result, some ministers in power who played with power in the imperial court gradually mastered the power of Jinyiwei, and from then on, Jinyiwei, who was originally the emperor's heartfelt emperor, was at the mercy of traitorous ministers, helping them to harm Liang and eliminate dissidents, making the entire court miserable and panicked.

After Wang Dabiao and Yi Chongtian completed their studies, they founded the Fengyun Society wholeheartedly, and the righteousness was to punish the evil and benefit the people.

They secretly protected the loyalty of the imperial court and strangled the evil Jinyi Guard, and since then they have become famous in the rivers and lakes, and have become the first choice for many knights who are willing to serve.

The big gang that has long occupied a place in the martial arts, but there is only one point, Fengyun will always act cautiously, its whereabouts are uncertain, and the world-famous Fengyun Villa is mysterious, it is said that in addition to the important elders and backbone forces of the gang, very few people have seen the true face of Fengyun Villa.

Fengyun Society originally had two helpers, Yi Chongtian, Yi Gang Leader and Wang Dabiao Wang Gang Leader.

The two are in charge of the two forces of wind and cloud, and they have four masters of thunder, thunderbolt, lightning, and electric switches, as well as six helmsmen, eight large and small teams and other heroes, and their status in the rivers and lakes is extremely high.

Ten years ago, during an unexpected mission, the wife of the Wang gang leader was kidnapped by a mysterious person, and the Wang gang leader gathered a lot of brothers to rescue him.

How do you know the enemy's treacherous schemes, due to the weakness of the people and after a desperate struggle, the Wang gang leader and others are surrounded by the enemy impenetrable.

In the battle of swords and swords, the two sides were scarred, countless enemies fell, and the Fengyun Society and their brothers kept being injured and fell to the ground, bleeding non-stop.

The scene of crows screaming in unison, the cold wind was dashing, and it was very miserable.

When the Wang gang leader finally led people to get rid of the siege and rushed to the rescue scene, he found dozens of samurai swords dressed in Oriental costumes waiting for everyone.

And his wife, who was pregnant with Liujia, had already been murdered and fell in a pool of blood.

The grief-stricken Wang Dabiao called his wife's name hoarsely, but unfortunately Huairen had already closed his eyes and stopped waking up.

Dingdingding...... The sound of weapons colliding resounded through the heavens and the earth, roars, and screams were intertwined, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

Wang Dabiao, who killed the red-eyed, watched his former brothers fall in front of his eyes one by one.

The last picture of the brutal fight is Wang Dabiao, who was seriously injured, holding his wife's body in the heavy rain and staggering out of here.

Behind him was a deathly silence, corpses bleeding in the pouring rain.

After this battle, the whereabouts of the Wang gang leader were unknown and disappeared in the rivers and lakes.

However, such a tragic past has not been forgotten by the world, and according to the woodcutter who later found the scene, it was a nightmare that was unforgettable at a glance.

The blacksmith's house of the king of Dongsang Village

"Master." Zeng Qingfeng shouted respectfully.

Wang Dabiao put down the freshly forged sword in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Well, Qingfeng, are you here?" ”

Zeng Qingfeng replied respectfully: "Yes, master, I came here today to say goodbye to you." ”

"Well, when are you leaving?" Wang Dabiao asked.

Zeng Qingfeng replied: "It is tentatively set for the day after tomorrow." ”

Wang Dabiao took out a letter written in advance and handed it to Qingfeng, and said earnestly: "Help me hand over this letter to my junior brother, and be careful when you go out this time." Since my junior brother has accepted you as an apprentice, it must not be difficult to make a name for yourself in the rivers and lakes with your qualifications. A good man has ambitions in all directions, and I hope you will live up to expectations and make a difference to the stormy court. ”

Zeng Qingfeng gratefully agreed: "Rest assured Master, one day as a teacher and a father for life, Qingfeng will remember the master's teachings, and strive for fame to serve the court and benefit the people." ”

Wang Dabiao nodded with satisfaction.

Ten years ago, Wang Dabiao, who had settled in Dongsang Village for a short time, ate every day except for iron, and the whole person was like a walking corpse.

Except for normal business, very few people in the village have spoken to him.

And he tirelessly struck iron during the day, and got drunk and drunk at night.

It seems that this is the only way for him to escape the pain that reality has brought him.

Whenever he was drunk, he would unconsciously play boxing, and the power of that snake shadow boxing technique when he was drunk was far greater than the punch he punched when he was awake.

Under the moonlight, the drunken amnesiac knight has a gust of fists and boundless power.

The footsteps that seem to be upside down and do not fall, seem to be messy, but in fact there are shapes and shadows, and they can be attacked and defended between crumbling, making it difficult for the opponent to guess the intention, and it is impossible to prevent it.

When he was a child, Zeng Qingfeng secretly ran out every night behind his mother's back, or climbed a tree or leaned on the wall to learn secretly.

Once, a boy who looked energetic began to practice with a good appearance while lying on the wall, but he accidentally fell off the high wall.

Seeing that his head was facing the ground, it was extremely dangerous, and it was Wang Dabiao who rushed over to catch him in the air, so as to avoid the tragic situation of his brain bursting.

"You kid is peeking at me practicing? How long has it been? Wang Dabiao asked majestically.

Zeng Qingfeng replied with a red face: "It's been two months, Blacksmith Wang, you are really good at boxing, can you teach me?" I didn't want to be bullied by the other kids in the village. ”

Wang Dabiao turned around coldly: "I'm not interested in being someone else's master, and you are not allowed to learn secretly in the future, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind." ”

The young Zeng Qingfeng was not frightened, and shouted at him: "You just beat like this? Let's see if I'm learning right? ”

Wang Dabiao looked at this martial artist with special bones and unforgettable skills, and after thinking for a few days, he agreed to accept him as an apprentice and teach him kung fu.

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the seven-year-old child has now transformed into a graceful and suave young man, and he is rich in five cars, only eight buckets high, and he is very skilled.

I have to say that the decision to teach him martial arts was the right one.

Talented people have come out from generation to generation, and the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves.

The only constant is change.