One

In April in the south of the Yangtze River, the pomegranate flowers have burned red.

There is such a tree in the courtyard of Pei Shusheng's house, and at this time, the entire canopy of the tree is like clouds and fire, and people can't take their eyes off it.

I think that when Bai Shengluo, the heroine of the rivers and lakes, first came to Jiangnan, it was also at this time.

At that time, Pei Yuange set up a small stall on the street, and painted the mountains and rivers beautifully. It's not that he is not without talent, but somehow he gives up on himself and refuses to gain fame. If someone asks, he immediately shakes the pure white folding fan and says that high-ranking officials are nothing more than that. After a long time, everyone also understood that this person was short-sighted and had no ambitions.

Bai Shengluo admired Pei Yuange's arrogance and affection. simply quit the rivers and lakes and married him. Later, Pei Shusheng traveled here with his newly married beloved wife, and he also took a fancy to this pomegranate tree, and he also preferred the seclusion of this place.

"Daddy, and then?"

"And then I have you in this house." The man smiled and reached out to gently stroke his son's head.

A woman walked out of the room, with a long face and a rather delicate face. Although the clothes are simple, they can't hide the heroic spirit that ordinary women don't have. Seeing the scene of the father and son in the courtyard, he couldn't help but sneer: "You are used to him!" ”

The scholar was about to go out to set up a stall with a box on his back, and when he heard his wife's dissatisfaction, he turned around and coaxed: "It's too early for a child to be taught." Luo Niang, why are you so strict with him. ”

"Yun'er is seven years old, and she's a boy, isn't it too late to teach it?"

"Ahem," the scholar helplessly: "That's it, strict discipline is also a good thing, I'll go out first." ”

Seeing that his father had already left, Pei Yun didn't dare to say more. Luo Niang said: "Have you memorized all the moves taught yesterday?" Pei Yun nodded hurriedly: "Remember!" Luo Niang's face softened a little: "Play it for me." ”

Pei Yun was afraid of his mother, and he had already practiced the moves to be proficient. At this time, he played tricks one by one, although naïve, but also vigorous.

Luo Niang was about to point, when she suddenly felt that someone was watching next to her, and when she looked carefully, there was only a wind in the blades of grass, and there was no movement.

The child saw that his mother's face was not good, and said cautiously: "The child is practicing wrong?" ”

"Nope." Luo Niang hugged the child and walked to the house: "I'll practice here today." You go back to the house first, my mother has something to go out, and you are not allowed to leave the house until I come back. Seeing the child enter the house, Luo Niang left in a hurry.

Under the discipline of his mother, Pei Yun practiced martial arts during the day and studied with his father at night, so he rarely had the opportunity to go out to play. It was the middle of spring, and the child's heart was already itchy, and the mother left with the front foot, and he rushed to the street to play with the back foot.

"Yo, isn't this Brother Yun? How do you have to play today? "Aso, who sells sugar gourds, often does business next to Pei Shusheng's stall and knows Pei Yun.

Pei Yun was taken aback: "Brother Aso, don't tell my father, I sneaked out." ”

Aso understood, took a string of sugar gourds from the stack and handed it to Pei Yun: "Got it." Take this and eat it, don't go to West Street, be careful to meet your father. ”

Pei Yun took the sugar gourd, thanked him and ran away.

Aso's sugar gourds are delicious and famous. The shiny sugar coating is wrapped in a red fruit, and when you bite into it, it is crisp and sweet. Pei Yundong looked at the west, and was gnawing happily, when someone suddenly patted him: "Child, I want to ask you about something." ”

The person who came was five big and three thick, his face turned yellow, and he grinned to reveal a mouthful of broken teeth: "Is there a woman named Bai Shengluo around here?" ”

"Of course I know," Pei Yun was excited when he heard it: "That's my mother." ”

"Yes." The man laughed: "My surname is Zhang, and I am in a bit of a hurry to find your mother." Can you tell me where you live? ”

Pei Yun hesitated a little: "Then don't tell me that my mother met me on the street." My mother won't let me come out to play. Seeing that the man nodded, he said: "There is a pomegranate tree at the east gate of the street, and my father and mother are not at home, so I will take you there." ”

The man smiled and nodded, pursed his lips and whistled strangely, and asked as he walked, "Where did your father go?" ”

"My father set up a stall on West Street, and Pei Shusheng's stall selling calligraphy and painting is quite famous. Hey, the whistle you just blew is really special, can you teach me sometime? Pei Yun chewed the last sugar gourd with satisfaction, and shook the stick casually.

"Okay, if you're still interested." The man followed behind Pei Yun, his face gloomy.

Two

When I was standing next to the waterfall and practicing my sword, I suddenly remembered my master.

My master, his name is Su Ye.

And I'm called Qingming. Once upon a time, someone called me: Pei Yun.

Master, he used to sit under that waterfall for a long time, and the water rushed down and washed over his whole body. I stood by and watched at a loss, watching his face blur into a clump of blue jade in the water. Silent as a Buddha.

I once secretly ran to the back mountain to try, and the impact made my breath hold ridiculously weak. The pressure poured over my head made me scared. I couldn't help but breathe, choking on my nose and mouth. I don't know how he did it, it looks completely devoid of people.

Master has a lot of habits that I can't do. For example, the appearance of the fairy wind bone.

My left leg was injured when I was a child, and there was an iron plate embedded in it. When walking, the leg could not be bent, so he dragged such a leg and wandered many places with the master, limping for ten years. In the past ten years, Master has picked up a lot of orphans, and when I picked up more, I slowly settled down and taught these orphans to practice martial arts and read, and I became a senior brother as a matter of course.

"Senior brother, hurry up, the competition is about to start!" small

My junior brother hurriedly ran over and called me. I put away the sword and followed the little junior brother to the martial arts training ground. Today is the date of the martial arts competition once every three months, and Master uses this to test the level of our martial arts practice.

When I arrived at the training ground, the competition had already begun. The master sat in the hall, took a sip of tea, and looked at the competition below, his eyebrows calm.

I cowered in a corner, trying not to be seen. According to the rules, the one who wins the whole competition is qualified to compete with the senior brother. I have been with Master the longest, I have learned the most, and yet I am also the least productive.

With a cheer, the final winner was born, and the second junior brother came back to the field with a proud smile, and I clenched my sword and went out from the corner. In front of everyone's eyes, the little junior brother shouted "the competition begins".

I heard the juniors and disciples whispering something, and the voice of the "cripple" kept coming, with dissatisfaction and contempt. My face burned, and I drew my sword with composure. The watery blade of the sword is gentle but cold, it is the sword that the master used in the past, and it gathers everyone's attention as soon as it comes out of the sheath.

As soon as the second junior brother made a move, it was a fierce attack, and I raised my sword to block it, barely holding on. The beautiful tricks won the second junior brother an amazement, and my mind was blank in the confusion, completely forgetting what I usually learned. After a few moves, the sword was knocked to the ground. The martial arts training arena erupted in amazing cheers, and in the voice of the junior brother announcing the victor, I silently bent down to pick up the sword that fell to the ground.

The weather is still cold in early spring. The night was cool, and I walked through the moondew gate in my heavy robes, and my feet stepped on the new sprouts of grass and rotten dead matter, making a fine, soft sound.

There was still light in Master's room, and I knocked softly on the door.

"Come in."

Pushing the door in, the master was sitting at the table reading a book, a lamp like a bean, and the scroll in his hand looked yellow.

"Master." I called out, but Master didn't answer or look at me. I hesitated a little about what to say next, and stood and pondered for a while, when the room was so quiet that I could only hear the sound of oil splashes peeling.

"Master," I called again, placing the sword in my hand on the desk. "I think about it, you better find someone else to take over the teacher." Master's sword was given to me a few days ago, and at the same time, I was declared the heir of the master. However, in the daytime joust, it was knocked out of my hands. Actually, it wasn't a surprise because I never won at all.

The man sat at the table, silent as usual, turning a page from time to time. I was cramped and apprehensive, waiting for him to give me some answer. Many thoughts flashed through my mind. I didn't come here to earn some face for the day's work, nor did I want Master to teach me any tricks, Master would have basically taught me everything. It's because I've learned so much on my own, and I'm still useless. In the end, I felt that I was not capable of taking on such a big responsibility, and that there were too many people who deserved to me.

"Qingming." By the time the book reached the last page, it was nearly midnight. Master put down the book and asked me, "How much is March today?" ”

I was stunned for a moment and replied, "The eighth day of the third month." ”

"Well, it's almost time." His expression became ethereal: "Pack up your things tomorrow and follow me to the grave." ”

I promise to quit. Then I heard the master say, "Take the sword." I didn't dare to disobey the master's order, so I ran over and took the sword and exited the door, when I heard the master's calm voice coming from inside: "Qingming, that's just a sword." ”

Three

When Luo Niang entered the door, her face changed suddenly when she saw the scene in front of her: "Let go of my son!" ”

More than a dozen men were overjoyed when they saw Luo Niang, and the knife on Pei Yun's delicate neck was never loosened. The yellow-faced man came out of the kitchen when he heard this, and threw a small piece of roast meat into his mouth: "Xu Nuxia, how are you living a good life?" ”

Luo Niang held her breath, she recognized the meat, it was her specialty, and the family ate the leftovers in the kitchen in the morning. She also recognized the man: "Zhang Quanhu? What are you doing here? ”

Zhang Quanhu smiled: "What am I doing here, you don't know?" It seems that you are really concentrating on your husband and children, and you don't need to ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. ”

Luo Niang frowned impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense." I have nothing to do with you, what do you want to do when you come to my house and kidnap my son? ”

Zhang Quanhu picked his teeth with his hand: "Some time ago, I heard that the villa was flattened, and everyone rushed in to get a piece of the pie. And guess what? Except for a little antique jade, nothing was fished, and Wenren's Villa was famous for its large reserves of gold, and Lao Tzu didn't even see the shadow of gold. ”

Hearing that Wenren's villa was leveled, Luo Niang's face lost blood, and she asked anxiously: "What about Dad and Qianjue?" ”

"You're talking about the third miss of the Wen family, right? Of course, he died with the villa. ”

Luo Niang's eyes were dark, and she almost fainted. Zhang Quanhu continued: "White Woman, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that gold is buried in a place, and a key is needed to open that place, called the golden talisman, and the talisman is engraved with the address of gold. You are the sworn sister of the famous people, and the goddaughter recognized by the old man. Isn't that thing yours? ”

Luo Niang made a cold face: "I haven't heard of this kind of thing, it's all nonsense rumors, I'm afraid that the real thing will be taken away by the people who destroyed the village as soon as possible." ”

Zhang Quanhu didn't argue, and said to the man next to him: "Bring our white woman's sweetheart here." The man dragged another man out of the kitchen, tied up with a rag in his mouth. Although he was embarrassed and looked as usual, it was Pei Shusheng who went to set up a stall in the morning.

"How? Can the heroine be kind enough to tell us where the golden talisman is? ”

Pei Shusheng looked at his beloved wife, his eyes were full of calm. Luo Niang gritted her teeth: "I said no, it's nothing, it's useless for you to mess around." ”

Zhang Quanhu turned around and slapped Pei Yun, ripped off the cloth in his mouth, and Pei Yun cried out: "Mother, save me!" ”