.....

The sun sets, and the smoke and clouds curl up.

Sun Changning stood on the top of the mound, his body maintaining the posture of a horse, motionless.

The shadow of the body was reflected on the rocks, and then extended out, reaching a far place, where the faint man, the hills, as if merged, were natural things that had existed since eternity.

The shadow seemed to be shaking, but it didn't seem to be there, and between that movement and stillness, it was just right, not dead or alive.

The old shaman walked behind Sun Changning and stood still not far away.

Time gradually passed, Sun Changning's body moved, like a hard rock shattered, and when Sun Changning lowered his head, the horse step posture he maintained gradually converged.

"That King Ma makes you feel a lot, do you practice boxing, you still have to practice it, don't do it, don't feel it, you never know what it really looks like, it's always in the clouds, so how can you do it." ”

"Sweat and blood horses are treasures, and they used to be tributes to the Great Khan and the Son of Heaven. ”

The old shaman sat on the stone floor, and Sun Changning let out a long breath, the breath was extremely long, and it took three minutes to exhale, it was not as violent as ordinary people, but very slowly, but it could be clearly seen that a white smoke was pushed out of his mouth, running far away.

It's winter and the temperature is unusually low.

At this time, Sun Changning has really become a dormant tiger, a potential deep pool of dragons, just waiting for the spring thunder to rise, and he will go out of the mountain to open the pool, so that the world is shocked.

"Horses are stubborn, but no matter how stubborn they are, I can't do anything with them, except for one. ”

Sun Changning exhaled his breath, then slowly inhaled and opened his mouth.

The old shaman raised his eyelids: "That one, it's the Italian horse, you can't surrender, now you can only see the stake that tied to the horse, but if you want to catch that horse and convince it, it's still a long way off." ”

"That's the realm of the seventh strength, the autumn wind has not moved, the autumn cicada has felt first, my master Li Yaochen has not practiced the seventh strength, just has a little feeling, but this is not surprising, in fact, many people have some sense of intent when they are Dan Jin and Gang Jin, but this does not mean that they have really practiced that realm. ”

The old shaman said, with self-deprecation and helplessness in his words, and Sun Changning looked at him: "Senior, you have been in the grassland for sixty years, why don't you teach Agoura how to use their strength?"

"Brute force is certainly strong, but with the same size, people who use brute force will inevitably not be able to beat the master of strength, that is, the gap between external strength and bright strength, which is not something that can be offset by ordinary physical fitness. ”

Sun Changning asked, and the old shaman smashed his mouth and opened his mouth: "Don't teach kung fu, because my master is dead, and the dead will naturally not allow me to teach others kung fu, this is a violation of the rules of master and apprentice." ”

"But ......"

Old Shaman: "If I teach Agoura how to use their strength, at first glance, they will use this power in wrestling, and even in their daily life, and then they will start to practice this kind of strength....."

Sun Changning: "Yes, I think it's very good. ”

"No, you don't understand, it's not good at all. ”

The old shaman sighed: "Any nation has its own meaning of existence, and the same is true of the grassland people. ”

"In a short period of time, they will practice this kind of energy and integrate into the culture, but in the long run, the evolution of this is very likely to be deviated, and at that time, Agoura and they will naturally hope to get the skills of martial arts, I don't teach, some of them will definitely have the ambition to find it, this kind of thing is not good, breeding, you don't know. ”

"For a long time, the martial arts of the grassland will be assimilated by the south, and finally ..... Dissipated without a trace. ”

Sun Changning was silent when he heard this, thought for a while, and shook his head: "This is just a possible consequence, as long as there is someone to guide the way......."

"The one who leads the way? Who will lead the way? I'm already a hundred years old, don't look at me like this, I'm jumping around, but I don't know when I will return to the loess, and I will teach a half-and-half-lala, who will continue to teach? It's better not to practice half-hanging. ”

The old shaman sighed and raised his head at the same time: "Moreover, as I said, this is a violation of the rules of master and apprentice. ”

Sun Changning felt questioned: "It's just strength, and it doesn't involve any martial arts methods, how can it break the rules?"

"I'm a prairie man, boy. ”

The old shaman looked at Sun Changning and laughed: "I am a grassland person!

"Although Master is a person with national righteousness, he still kept a hand, and it was only because he believed in me that he made me make an oath not to teach me how to use any grassland people's strength......."

The old shaman's eyes were lowered at this time, and his tone was inexplicable, muttering.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the hill seemed to become extremely depressing, and Sun Changning involuntarily held his breath, standing in front of the sitting old shaman at this time, it was like seeing an ancient sage.

It's like crossing the eons of the opposite side, the light of the setting sun gradually falls, breaking through the clouds, dyeing the sky and the earth red, the red sky, like blood, hot and bright red.

And that great day is the heart.

Although people in the world belong to their own nations, their bodies are full of bright red blood, and their hearts are also bright red and hot.

The wind blew, and in the midst of it, there was a whisper, which slowly resounded over the mound.

"I'm not Han after all......"

In a word, there are endless words and thoughts hidden in it, and in a trance, the years seem to regress to that era, and an ignorant man from the grassland met the most important person in his life.

The old shaman's eyes were a little misty, and there seemed to be tears looming in them.

......

【Where are you from?】

【.... Grass... Grassland....】

[Somewhere to go?]

[No ......]

[The country is in chaos, you go south alone, you don't have any skills, how can you live?]

[I don't know....]

[It just so happens that the teahouse is short of manpower, so you can do it here with me.] 】

【.... Thank you.... Thank you]

[No thanks, I used to be a dart runner, my name is Li Yaochen. 】

......

In the eyes of the old shaman, there are tears, and there are also memories.

The dead will pass away, and the living will still live.

Some people are dead, but they are still alive, and some people are alive, but they are dead.

"Master, ....."

The old shaman's head was raised, and the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, and it was full of wind and frost and sadness.

"After all, I can't send you. ”