I'm going to describe another morning, and I'm going to describe many mornings, and I think it's spirited, it's shiny, it's hopeful. Our night Duhong was ready to set off in the morning. This village is not far from Guyu Town, Ye Duhong can get home quickly, but he has to walk home step by step, he went to school a long time ago is walking, at that time he likes to walk to school, like the scenery along the way.

Ye Duhong carries a small burden, in addition to the soft baggage, there is also a thick spell book, this book is Ye Duhong's favorite, he can get a lot of knowledge about spells from this spell book, he is really a hard-working person. The book was paper, and it was very textured to the touch, and Ye Duhong knew the temperature and smell of the book.

Wufa was full of energy, and followed Ye Duhong out of the hotel, and the room fee for this night was paid by Wufa, who was a warm-hearted person.

"The weather was nice today, the sun was good, and it was so refreshing. Ye Duhong said.

"It's a good feeling to go home, I often go home to see my parents, although my parents are in heaven, but that kind of fragrance is in my homeland. Wufa said.

"Teacher Wufa, shall I take you on the path I used to take a long time ago, that is the path I used to take when I was in school. Ye Duhong said.

"Okay, I'll take in the scenery along the way, I know you like that road very much, and you miss it for a long time. Wufa said.

After the two of them got out of the hotel, they bypassed a hotel and went north on a dirt road, which exuded the familiar atmosphere of Ye Duhong everywhere, and Ye Duhong felt excited to take the Dharma Teacher from here.

"This row of poplar trees looks very tall, and their upward spirit is infectious. There is also the wheat field behind the poplar tree, the wheat field is green, pleasing to the eyes and heart. Ye Duhong said.

"I have climbed the wheat field over there when I was a child, I have told you, I have written essays in the wheat field, I have knelt in the wheat field and picked the shepherd's cabbage, I have been lying in the wheat field to hide and seek, I have seen the dandelion fluttering in the wind, I have heard the sound of the wind blowing the wheat seedlings, I have smelled the smell of golden wheat in the sun, I remember the soft land of Cheng dù, I often think of the natural happiness of my childhood, it is a great happiness, and no pain can drown out the happiness. It is an honor that you have followed me on this familiar path. Ye Duhong said.

They went up a slope, turned to the left, and arrived at Ye Duhong's house, the traces of the house being burned are still there, it is dazzling black, Ye Duhong suddenly wept. Ye Duhong pushed the door in, the yard was full of wild grass, and Ye Duhong walked around the yard, feeling the taste of home.

"This is your home, oh, antique. Wufa raised his head and said.

"Don't stand there, there's a tile falling there. Ye Duhong said.

Wufa walked over a few steps, turned around and looked up at the eaves, the tiles on the corner were a little falling off, in the days when Ye Duhong lived here, this tile also fell down, and smashed to the ground with a snap. Ah, the sky behind the eaves was seen by the Enlightenment, and it was so blue.

"I used to count the stars on a mat in this courtyard on a quiet summer night. I still remember the vast starry sky. Ye Duhong said.

"What's behind that?" asked Wufa.

"Ah, my father is good at martial arts, and he often uses guns and sticks, and in the back is my father's armory, I'll take you over to see it. After Ye Duhong finished speaking, he walked over first.

They appeared in front of a clump of green grass, the grass is crazy growing, behind the big green grass is the armory, the door has rotted, on the left wall of the door is the word "soldier", on the right wall is the word "weapon", the wall skin has fallen off, and the reckless breath is blowing in the face.

"This is your father's armory?" said Gofa, looking at the low house.

"I drank last night, I drank enough wine for me to get drunk, my eyes were foggy, my mind was sleepy, I felt the world in the drunkenness of wine, I was so cool, I was so cool last night, I was drunk last night. Today is also refreshing, and you can see such a bright weather. There's my father's armory ahead, so let's go over. Ye Duhong said.

"Well, look at what your daddy has in his arsenal. Wufa said.

The two of them walked through the tall grass and came to the door of the armory, Ye Duhong took off the lock that had been rotten, pushed the door open, there was a lot of dust in the door, and the smell of a lot of dust made Ye Duhong not want to go in immediately.

Ye Duhong knew that his father had an armory since he was a child, but he had never entered it, and as soon as he opened the door, Ye Duhong still hesitated before entering. After Ye Duhong entered, Wufa followed in. The two of them saw that there were all kinds of weapons in the armory, all of which were covered with dust.

"There's a lot of dirt here, and when my father was here, it was spotless, and I heard him say that the floor of his armory was wiped with rags. Enlightenment, look at what this armory has become now, dust, cobwebs, alas, no one has cleaned it here. Ye Duhong said.

Ye Duhong stroked a weapon, it was an axe, this axe was once mentioned by his father to Ye Duhong, this is a mountain opening axe, one axe can split half a mountain. There are a lot of weapons here, but they are all dusty, Ye Duhong heard a lot of weapons from his father, and many weapons that Ye Duhong has heard about are here. The weapons that Ye Duhong had heard his father talk about in detail had been covered with dust.

"There are so many weapons here, are they all your father's, your father has hidden so many weapons here, can he do everything?" said Wufa.

"Yes, my father made many weapons, and he used all these weapons that my father had. Ye Duhong said.

Ye Duhong found a book in a corner, this is a martial arts book, it is a tome of martial arts books, Ye Duhong has been reading a tome of spell books, and now, he has found another martial arts book, this book Ye Duhong probably looked through it, all of them are what he likes, and they are all revered by him, this martial arts book is comparable to his spell book.

Ye Duhong's heart is very comfortable, because when he has a spell book, he gets a martial arts book, his heart is happy, he is willing to learn spells, martial arts and many other knowledge, as long as he can learn, Ye Duhong is happy.

"What's the book you're holding?" asked Wufa.

"It's a martial arts book, left to me by my father, and the characters drawn on it are giving me a comparison of moves, and I believe that I can learn a lot of martial arts from this book. Ye Duhong said.

Ye Duhong briefly flipped through this tome of martial arts books, this book made Ye Duhong very happy, if Ye Duhong could understand the content of this book thoroughly, it would be amazing.

Ye Duhong put this martial arts book into his baggage, which was a big gain after Ye Duhong entered his father's arsenal. Ye Duhong wandered around the armory again, and except for seeing those dusty weapons, Ye Duhong found nothing.