When I arrived at my father's study, I relied on my memory and said, "There is a candle under the lid of the desk, and the fifth uncle can light it." ”

Meng Wu smiled and said: "What's the matter, you can't see me again - if you light the lamp, I can see you, how uncomfortable." ”

I touched my eyes and thought to myself that this face must be bloodstained and terrifying to look at.

Meng Wu settled me and sat down, and walked around my father's study by myself, and I listened attentively, feeling that he was walking very carefully, and his steps were moving very slowly, as if he was quietly trying to see every inch of the study carefully—but there was no light, how did he see it?

I waited quietly, waiting for the little secret that Meng Wu wanted to tell me.

Meng Wu walked to my father's desk and sat down—

That's my father's seat, my father's chair, and when guests enter the host's room, they usually don't sit in the host's seat so rudely.

Meng Wuqing sighed, that tone was very bleak, and it made me feel that he was very sad - why was he sad? Does he know my father?

"Beans boiled beans burn beans, beans are in, crying in the kettle, they are born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other-" Meng Wu chanted a poem in a low voice, I don't know why his voice was so sad, this is Meng Wu I have never seen, he was born in a wealthy family, handsome and smart, and his life is smooth, so he always seems so happy and carefree, with innocence that adults do not have.

"Fifth uncle, what's wrong with you?" I felt uncomfortable in my heart, and my eyes couldn't help but get wet again when I heard him be so lonely.

"Yan Cuo has indeed done a lot of wrong things, but he is not a big traitor." Meng Wudao.

I was stunned, why are you telling me this?

"Be cautious and alone, be virtuous, maybe he is just a stone now, but after carving, he will become a piece of jade."

"Fifth uncle?" I can't understand Meng Wu's words, how can he seem to be a different person?

"Do you know how shocked I was when I was clasped on his wrist, and all the rare emotions of my life were frozen in that moment—surprise, joy, sentimentality—and even tears?" Meng Wu said quietly.

"Wrist clasp? Is it the button that the fifth uncle forcibly buckled on Yan Wrong's wrist that can't be removed? "I remember that there was such an incident, I was eavesdropping in my father's room at that time, and Yan Cuo was very angry at the time, but then he may not be able to take it down, so he can only let it go.

Meng Wu smiled sadly and said, "It's not an ordinary button, it has a name, it's called chokehold." ”

"Strangling?" I repeated, Meng Wu's things have names, and they all have stories, and the name of this button is also straightforward, choke the wrist button, choke the button that doesn't let go of the wrist.

"Choking is the most spiritual treasure I have ever seen, all people want to get it, but not all people can buckle it, it chooses the Lord and buckles, once it is buckled, it cannot be taken off until the shape is broken."

I was stunned, Meng Wuqi has countless treasures, and all the strange treasures are just "gadgets" in his mouth, but he has such a high opinion of this wrist buckle, he told Yan Cuo before that once this wrist buckle is buckled, it can't be taken off, it turned out that it was not a joke.

I wondered, "Choosing the Lord and deducting it?" How to choose? What kind of person to choose? ”

Meng Wu stopped and said, "True hero." ”

True heroes?

"A real hero?" I think these three words are crowned on Yan Cuo's body, which seems so incongruous.

"Yes, a true hero, a true hero with an iron and bloody heart, a true hero who helps the world and saves the people. It knows the blood and bone aura of a true hero, and once it decides it, it will hold on. If you are not, even if you are rich and enemy, and you are hypocritical, it is still an iron button that does not fit your wrist, and even if you stick it to your hand, it will fall off by itself. Meng Wu's words were mocking.

"So spiritual? I thought it could be killed by anyone's hand. No wonder Xiaoyu was also surprised that day, it turned out that it was not something that anyone could hold on to.

"Since ancient times, how many people want to get it, but they don't dare to buckle it, because they are afraid that they can't buckle it, and they are afraid that their own blood and blood will not be recognized by it - but the people who buckle it often have to take on the mission of heroes, and others cannot. Coming out of the chaotic world, finding a new master at this time, it seems that the world is not peaceful again. Meng Wu sighed.

"Isn't this a bit exaggerated, and—" And, it's not that I look down on Yan Cuo, but what kind of hero can he become? We are all just ordinary people in small towns and villages, making humble mistakes for the sake of the short things in our parents. Besides, Yan Cuo is still carrying a prison case on his back.

Meng Wu chuckled: "Yanzi, you are still young, the things in your life are ever-changing in an instant, if it weren't for the things in the pool, sooner or later you would turn into a dragon and sweep away the clouds - Yanzi hasn't heard a suffocating story, the night is very long, let me talk to you?" ”

I nodded and said, "Well, I like to hear this from the fifth uncle the most." ”

"The choke buckle is made of the purest iron, and then quenched with a secret ancient recipe, this buckle is not rusty in water, not hot in fire, bright and bright, inherited in a military family——"

I opened my mouth wide, and it seemed that the origin of this wrist buckle was really not small.

"All the men of this family have enlisted in the army, and in a certain life, the family has produced a generation of battlefield talents, brave and good at fighting, deploying soldiers like gods, invincible, and making a lot of contributions to the country. But in a battle, this soldier was cut off as the savior of the commander, and although he had recovered the broken palm as much as possible, it was still not as good as before. Can't swing a knife to kill the enemy, even holding a bowl and a pen is not as good as ordinary people, the morale is depressed, and the lord of the country is extremely worried. ”

Isn't this just like me, threading the needle and leading the needle, but how can my little self be compared to these big people.

At that time, others came up with a method, asking skilled craftsmen to build a wrist buckle with the purest black iron, making up stories, deifying them, and telling the soldiers that this is a heroic thing, and has been looking for a suitable master. The soldiers listened to the truth, and the wrist buckle was built according to the size of their wrists, which was not big or small. After buttoning their wrists, the soldiers were greatly encouraged, regrouped, trained diligently, and made a lot of contributions to the main army of the country. ”

"Why make up stories? If it doesn't work wonders, wouldn't it be a great harm to the soldiers? ”

"It's not a lie, it's a cure for heart disease - it's strange to say, since the buckle was buckled, the soldier's dead palm slowly got life, not only can be taken, but also can be used to dance the knife and sword, this buckle seems to have magic, so that he can move forward, so he has always believed in the wrist buckle, since he put it on, he has not taken it off, because this wrist buckle has been the same length as his broken palm, can not be taken off by external force, unless the palm is cut off again. The soldier finally died on the battlefield, and before he died, he hoped that future generations could pass on this wristband to the brave and virtuous people, so as not to bury the light of the gods. But for more than ten years after his death, no one has been able to remove the wrist, even if he has turned into a white bone, the wrist buckle is still stuck on the wrist bone, and no matter how it can be removed. ”

"So amazing?"

"Well, I didn't believe it at first, but then I got this treasure, and I did believe in its spirituality."

"And how did you take it off?"

"It's a thirty-year-old laborer, he originally followed the military mausoleum into the official tomb, and after the official tomb was repaired, he had to guard the tomb until he died - the laborer knew that he was repairing the tomb for the soldiers, and he had heard his legendary story when he was young, so he had always been in awe, when he was taking care of the soldiers' coffins, it might be providence, the coffin fell from the coffin platform, the soldiers' bones fell to the ground, and the laborers knelt down to pick it up, but the buckle that was fastened on the wrist bones fell into his hands like broken copper and iron——"

"Huh? Why did you fall off on your own? ”

Meng Wu smiled: "Yes, how could you fall off by yourself?" Because if you find a new owner, you can't keep rusting on the bones, right? ”

I wondered, "Didn't you say it wouldn't rust?" ”

"For example, you just listen to me when I say that."

"Is the new lord the labourer?"

"Yes, all the people were stunned at that time, and they tried to buckle it, but no one could buckle it, and the guards of the official tomb thought that the button had fallen into disrepair and broken, but the hard workers buttoned it at will, and the choke was on his hand, and he couldn't take it off - Yanzi was very curious just now, how could the choke buckle be buckled on the hand of the hairy boy who Yancuo did? A mountain village man, illiterate, misconducted, and without any flesh and blood relatives - the guards and the hard laborers who worked together at that time should have the same mood, but a civilian hard laborer, who was over thirty years old and had no achievements, was supposed to die with the grave, but he could buckle the heroic buckle that thousands of military families could not detain in future generations. ”

I nodded weakly, I couldn't believe it.

"It was this ordinary hard work that was as ordinary as mustard, and five years later, because of various changes in circumstances, there was a call for divine power to uncover the pole, leading the crowd to attack the gate of the former dynasty and remove the head of the desolate lord. He is our Zen Emperor - Zong Changnian. ”

"Zong Changnian?" Although I don't know much, I also know this person, it was he who overthrew the tyranny of the previous dynasty, and the story of 3,000 elite soldiers breaking through the city is spread among the people, and it is praised like a legend. If he hadn't given up the throne back then, the surname of our country would have been "Zong" instead of the current "Zhao".

Meng Wu continued: "Many people don't understand why Zong Changnian wants to give up the throne, including his own personal subordinates find it incomprehensible, at that time, Zong Changnian in the opposition of everyone, gave up the throne to his brother Zhao Wuji, who fought side by side with him - this is his hero, he knows that he was born as a hard worker, and he can start the pole, but he has no talent for governing the country, and his brother is a talent for governing the country, so he threw away the matter of fighting for power and went to the mountains and rivers. ”

"So that's the case, I've heard a lot of biased talk, and they all say that Emperor Zu wanted to coerce Emperor Chan, and it turned out that he was voluntary."

"Knowing how to make trade-offs is great wisdom, and if Zhao Wuji is such a person, he will not be able to build such a great prosperous era for our dynasty - a few decades later, Zong Chang died of illness, and his descendants sent his bones to the Soldiers' Mausoleum, which has become a kind of agreement, all the owners who are suffocated, the corpse owners must be brought back to the Soldiers' Mausoleum after death, and wait for the new master there."

"Emperor Chan has been dead for many years, so later, who took this button?"

"A teenager."

"Teenager?"