Little Candle could not remember how many times he had fallen and gotten up, and he didn't know if his legs were still there, because at this moment his head was like a spinning and speeding marquee, and there was a scene before the scene, and he couldn't help himself.

After the competition on the main peak of Zheyin Mountain, he lost consciousness inexplicably, and inexplicably appeared on the edge of a bonfire at the southern foot of the snow-capped mountain, saw the man in front of him, and recognized it as the middle earth swordsman of the competition, silent, thinking that he lost the competition, and did not see his knife, probably snatched by others. I didn't have time to ask anything, so I fell asleep in anger, and when I woke up, I was left alone. After that, it was an aimless wandering, he was not worried about any danger, the narrow strip at the southern foot of Zheyin Mountain had already been turned over countless times, and even rabbits were rare, this was probably the only place in Fengyan Continent that was not dangerous.

Dangling, the picture suddenly jumped into Cloudsdale, this place he had been to, and the big buns with mutton stuffing on the street were really fragrant, although he had never eaten them. At this time, there should be a busy street only people panicked like headless flies running around, the carriage crashed into the bun stall, once made him dream of wanting to bite a bite of the white bun just rolled to the ground, his heart also rolled down with the buns, trampled by the panicked crowd of horses' hooves, stuck to the shoes on the horses' hooves, looking at a burst of distress, at this time a fairly clean bun rolled to his feet, looked up to see that the people around him did not notice themselves, quickly picked up the bun at his feet, trembling hands holding the bun, about to bite down, then the scarf was carried by someone, over, it must be the owner of the bun found out。 Then he flew up, plucked up the courage to turn his head to look at the person behind him, it turned out to be the uncle by the campfire, where was he going to take himself? Could he also be a human trafficker, and he wanted to catch himself to mine? Can he mine with this body? Last time, he finally made up his mind to beg for food in the mine, but the foreman kicked him out, can he do it this time? Tired to death, he dies of exhaustion, I heard that people often die in the mine, but the food is good.

It didn't take much effort, the uncle put himself on the ground, surrounded by a high wall, it should be in a small alley, looked at himself, glanced at the big bun he still held in his hand, the uncle didn't say anything, turned around and left, and the ghost made the god follow him, and he didn't think about anything, just followed.

Out of Cloudsdale, all the way is a wasteland, when his mother was still there, he had a very serious warning that he was not allowed to enter the wasteland, and anyone who went in would be eaten by the wild beasts, he had always believed in his mother's words, and others said the same, but at this time he didn't feel afraid, maybe because the uncle in front of him was there, although he didn't seem to want to care about himself anymore, or maybe it didn't matter, his mother was gone, Aunt Wang was gone, and Xiao Yun'er, the little sister of the Wang family, was also gone.

The uncle probably didn't know he was following him, and he never looked back. In the days that followed, he had been following the uncle, and the uncle would occasionally beat a rabbit or pheasant or duck or something to roast and eat, and he could only pick some wild fruits and pick up some bird eggs to fill his stomach. At night, the uncle sat and slept on the fire, and he found a straw barley to curl up, Mai is not cold-resistant, and he is always awakened by freezing in the middle of the night, it is estimated that it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is big and round, white, like the big bun that has been eaten by himself a long time ago, eating too fast, forgetting what the taste is, alas, I knew to eat slowly, and no one grabbed it with myself. It's strange to say, why is there no man-eating beast that adults say, I can't remember how many days I've been gone, and I haven't seen a single one.

Back to the present, five or six wild beasts came up, through the night finally saw that it was a wild wolf, one took the lead in approaching the small candle, then the uncle in front stopped, calmly looked at the slightly larger one, presumably the wolf king, the wolf king seemed to be a little hesitant, roared, several wolves stopped, in the silent wasteland only the small candle deep foot shallow footsteps, time bit by bit, the uncle just stood so casually, the wolf king with his men slowly retreated, finally, the little candle approached the uncle, hit a square, and then fell soft and completely unconscious。

Three days later, in a room with a bright window in the chicken station, the little candle woke up slowly, it was really strange, this time I didn't have any strange dreams after falling asleep, what in the past dream was to pick up a knife to knock over a group of thieves who blocked the road and robbed, and punched away a wild wolf more than nine feet long who dared to grin with his teeth, and secretly took the hand of Xiaoyun's sister next door, that hand was really soft, if only I could hold it all the time, thinking of this, the little candle couldn't help but sob, and remembered her mother, my mother would always laugh at herself for not being as bold as when she was a child, and she dared to kiss Xiaoyun's face at that time, and it was hard to hold a hand at this time。

As he was sobbing, the little candle suddenly trembled, where is this? Uncle unconsciously shouted, and then remembered to look around the whole room, and soon saw the uncle sitting by the window silently looking at him. Little Candle remembered what she had just looked like and felt a little ashamed, afraid of being slighted by her uncle, but she didn't know what to say for a while, and the whole room fell into silence for a long time.

In the end, it was the little candle who said, "Thank you, uncle". The man on the chair in front of the window may have soothed the warm sun of the autumn afternoon, no longer looking so stiff, and said, "My name is Tantai Duan, what's your name?", the little candle was stunned for a moment and subconsciously said, "My name is Little Candle", suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said, "Uncle, aren't you called Tiandao Tangtai, why are you called Tangtai Duan again?" Yutai is my surname, Duan is the table word, as for the heavenly knife is one of my ancestors, it has nothing to do with me, and it is rumored that this title is someone making trouble", the little candle heard this uncle say so many words for the first time, and he didn't know what to say again.

"What about your family?" asked again, as if he felt that it was a bit inappropriate to say so, and added, "You keep talking in your dreams, and you can't really hear it."

The little candle sighed and muttered, "I didn't dream", and the Tai Duan didn't mean to explain, so he waited for the child's answer with an expressionless face. "Well, the mother went three years ago" Little Candle said softly, and he didn't plan to ask the child's father how he was, but he didn't need to ask to know that he must be dead.

"Your name was acquired by your mother?", "Hmm", and then neither of them knew what to say. When he was very young, he was identified by the elders of the family as having the qualifications of the heavens, eight years old to carry a knife, the knife weighed three catties and six taels, and the daily forehand flat and backhand oblique backhand block forehand horizontal lift were done for half an hour, during which they should correspond to four kinds of horse steps, the cold and summer days and days did not stop, and then increased the weight of the knife with the increase in cultivation, the length of the knife body is half a body or arm length, and the heaviest knife used in the end has weighed 200 catties, such as pinching light feathers. The family is a family of swords that has been inherited for nearly a thousand years, the cheats are filled with four attics, there are many family branches, the long room of the family where the Tai section is located makes its knife practice more unique, the father is very strict, and it is stipulated that the knife road is not allowed to leave home and go out of the world, nor can it leave the family back mountain, therefore, from young to adulthood for 20 years, the Tai Duan has been practicing in the back mountain, in addition to the first few years of the prime-aged father, and then they are separated by three or four generations of two or three hundred years old ancestors, out of the mountain is already twenty-eight years old, plus three crowns, everyone in the clan thought that he would step into the rivers and lakes to make a name for himself, and then sink into silence and condense to break through humanity and reach the so-called Taoist way of refining and combining voids, that is the threshold of truly stepping into the cultivation of immortals. But he didn't go anywhere, he was studying and practicing knives all day long, if it weren't for the fact that the realm had been rising, the elders at home who had poured countless efforts into him would have been light. What else can a person with such an experience expect him to talk about with a child he has met strangely?

I don't know how long later, the sky has darkened, at this time the lights of the post house are lit up one after another, especially the post lamp on the highest tower is particularly eye-catching, the little candle exclaimed, jumped out of bed, probably because the previous consumption was too great, the strength on the legs has not yet recovered, a staggered kneeling to the ground, the muscles and muscles in the legs hurt into the bones, I couldn't help but gasp, grinning my teeth, but after all, I didn't cry, gritted my teeth and barely stood up, slowly moved to the window, and barely squeezed out a smile at the Tai Duan.

He watched as the child moved to the window step by step, holding the lattice with both hands, so that a face with too much childishness that was originally black and red was completely bathed in the orange light and shadow projected by the lighthouse. The child excitedly reminded the man next to him to turn around quickly, as if he was afraid of disrespect, and did not dare to use the beautiful and peaceful light of his fingers, just called "there, there".

Looking at the child's expression of satisfaction and eagerness to share the lights with him, at this moment, for the first time in his life, he saw that the color of the smile was so beautiful. So the two of them stood silently, one sitting, bathing in the lamplight. Many years later, when the real Heavenly Sword was cast, the Immortal Duan in front of him was only thinking of this light when he held the knife that his apprentice forged and gave to him. "The heavenly sword cuts the heavens, the heart lamp shines on the heart, I am not ashamed of the eight-foot body, I am not afraid of reincarnation, death and life, the universe is ancient and modern, and I come and go to my heart. ”

I don't know how long later, the direction of the post house lobby came from the shouting of people drinking and punching, and then the smell of meat wafted over, the eyes of the little candle were unconsciously attracted to the past, indeed, these twenty days have been sleeping in the wilderness every day without food, at this time smelling the fragrance of food, can still hold back not shouting, this child is already commendable, Yutai can't help but feel a little emotional, the toughness of the children of Fengyanzhou will really make those peers in Middle-earth embarrassed, maybe those children don't think that there is anything worth embarrassing.

Yutai got up and said calmly, "I'll invite you to dinner" and walked to the door, probably feeling that the child in front of the window was not moving, turning his head to look back, the child was a little embarrassed, and said, "Uncle, can I follow you?"

Tantai was not used to this kind of thing to get along with people, especially when a child proposed to follow him, he was a little stunned for a while, thought about it and said, "What do you follow me?", the child said sincerely, "I can do laundry and cooking", Tantai Duan frowned and said, "That's a woman's work", the little candle really couldn't think of what he would do and what he could do, so he was silent and sad alone.

"Eat first, and after eating, I'll take you to a big post city in front of you, and if you make a job there, don't run around in the wasteland again," said Tantai and walked out of the room.

The little candle moved to the lobby with difficulty, and when I went downstairs just now, I stumbled down and slipped down because of the lack of strength on my legs, which caused laughter, and people's lives were boring, and a little funny and embarrassing thing could attract a reaction. At a glance, I saw the place where the solemn and upright Yutai Duan was sitting, and slowly walked over amid the laughter of the people.

The meal has been served on the table, one meal and four dishes, there is no meat, but there is meat porridge, and the uncle is not rich. Little Candle felt that he could eat the dishes and chopsticks, at first he was a little embarrassed, after all, it was someone else's treat, his mother once said, the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, and when he needed the most food at this time, the uncle invited him to eat, so how should this meal be repaid?

When the little candle caught a few chopsticks close to the dishes on his side and drank a bowl of meat porridge, he stopped him from continuing to pick up the vegetables, and the little candle was ashamed, took back the chopsticks, and put them on the side of the porridge bowl in a proper manner, looking down at the edge of the table. Yu Tai Duan seemed to realize that it was a little blunt just now, and said, "These rules were taught to you by your mother?", the little candle raised her head and smiled brightly, "Yes", most educated people feel that knowing the rules and abiding by the rules is something to be proud of, not to mention that this is still the credit of the mother.

After eating, he took a small candle back to the room, and before going to bed, he asked the child to scald his feet with the hot water sent by the buddy, and also broke the blisters on the soles of the children's feet, when the mother was still there, he worked with his mother in the field, and sometimes he would grind out the blisters, and when he returned home at night, he first burned his feet, and then his mother helped to break the blisters one by one, and later, in order to prove his bravery as a man, he did these things by himself, and these two things made the child's heart swell and sleepless all night.