After the young man fed the old man the decoction, he saw that there was still food left for him on the stove, so he ate it, drank half a scoop of well water, patted his stomach and burped, turned around and continued to take care of the old man.

After about an hour, the old man's body no longer shivered, his face was much more ruddy, and his breathing was steady. When the young man saw this, he relieved himself, looked up at the sun, remembered the clip in the middle of the forest two days ago, and picked up his gun to check it.

There is a forest about a mile behind the dragon temple, covering these small mountain bags and several streams, among which there are no fierce beasts such as jackals, tigers and leopards, and there are some pheasants and hares, but there are many fish as big as the length of a palm and as small as the thickness of a little finger in a few streams that are more than a few feet wide. Over the years, the teenagers have relied on these natural gifts to make a living, which has also trained the kung fu of digging and trapping, catching fish and shrimp.

Xiao Er held a gun and tossed with the branches on both sides, and after a while, he came to the place where the trap was set. Looking at the clamp, he caught a colorful pheasant, and although he was caught in one leg, he still flapped his wings and struggled from time to time.

Seeing this, the young man was overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward to knock him unconscious with a gun, found some tough dry grass and tied his feet to the head of the gun, and gently checked his heart and said: "If you pluck your hair, you should have a small three catties when you go dirty, and you should roast and eat it at night, or stew it." ”

Then the boy looked at the rest of the traps, but the traps were all broken, but he didn't catch the prey. There was no disappointment on his face, but he looked at the pheasant hanging on the head of the gun from time to time with a satisfied face. The boy has always thought that methods such as digging traps and placing clips are all based on luck, and if you can catch it, it is an unexpected joy, and it is reasonable to find nothing.

On the way back, when he saw that it was still early, he took off his shoes and socks, pulled up his trouser legs, tied the colorful pheasant firmly to the trunk of the tree, picked up a gun and headed towards the stream. There have been a few autumn rains lately, and the stream is swollen, but it is only two feet wide, and the water is only three inches deep above the ankle.

The boy raised his arms, spread his feet, and pouted his buttocks, and his movements were weird and ugly. As before, there must have been a girl by the stream pointing at the boy and laughing loudly, and the boy would raise his finger to his mouth and "shhh ”

When the girl heard this, she covered her mouth with her hand and forced her laughter.

The boy held his breath, engrossed, and stared motionlessly at the fish swimming in the stream, when suddenly his eyes focused a little, and he stabbed down with all his strength with the spear in his hand, like an eagle falcon pounced on a rabbit and hit it with one blow.

Raised the spear with the fish in it, and looked at it with a smug face. The girl pursed her lips and looked at the sky. The boy flicked the gun lightly, and the fish landed accurately into the bamboo basket next to the girl's leg, turned around and continued to bend over and raise his hips. And the girl's eyes fell back on the boy, and her bright eyes were full of brilliance.

Half an hour later, the boy caught seven or eight black and yellow fish with long and short tails, commonly known as: stone crawler. It's not that there are few fish in the stream, or that the fishing skills are poor, it's just that the boy only catches the biggest fish in the stream, and the smaller ones are spared.

This is not the reason why a teenager knows how to kill chickens and take eggs, but he feels that he has killed the little fish's father and mother into his belly, if he catches the little fish, it is really not kind, well, not kind.

The new green who grew up in the cold winter has some thoughts in his heart, which may be a little different from the truth of the world, but the young man lives in the world by the ideas in his heart, like thunder shoots breaking through the ground after the rain and growing wildly.

At noon, I returned to the temple, and saw that the old man was recovering well and fed some porridge, during which the old man woke up once, but he was too weak and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

The young man looked at the chicken and fish on the stove and wanted to cook a good meal for Ah Da and San'er.

The pheasant boils water to remove the hair, takes out the internal organs, marinates it with the secret seasoning made by the master of the year, and only waits for the second child to come back and set up a fire to roast the food.

The fish is cut off and the fins are removed from the internal organs, stewed in a large pot of water, boiled and then put in the greens, add a little salt, until the fish is completely minced, then change to simmer slowly, see that it is slightly viscous and put it in a pot.

One afternoon, the boy was very busy, and when he saw the sun set, he set up a bonfire and waited.

The second child came back and smelled the fresh fragrance of the fish soup around him, and saw the pheasant roasting on the fire, full of joy.

The old man woke up at night, but his tongue couldn't speak, Xiao Er fed another bowl of fish soup, the old man looked at the young man after eating, Xiao Er smiled helplessly when he saw this, and then fed another bowl. Only then did the old man close his eyes and fall asleep.

Today's meal is very delicious and delicious, and the three children are a little panicked. The most exaggerated thing is that the peach blossom beauty is holding her round belly and burping constantly.

Seeing this, Xiao Er pulled it up and said, "Let's go, San'er, go to the back mountain with me and put a few sets under it." Without waiting for San'er to speak, he pulled and walked out.

"Slow down, slow down, I'm going to spit it out. San'er said pitifully

"Hey, this is the hard bowl at home, or you have to eat it. Xiao Er said with disgust on his face

Ah Da saw the funny appearance of Peach Blossom's beautiful eyes, and teased: "Ertouer, don't say that he is really capable." ”

"Take him to eliminate the food, or he won't vomit it." ”

Xiao Er pulled the extremely reluctant peach blossom beauty and said with a smile as he walked: "Okay, I see that our third son is still not full, and I am grabbing some for him to eat." ”

Seeing this, Peach Blossom had no choice but to mutter, "Bad guy." ”

Seeing the two of them walking away, Ah Da looked down at his slightly bulging abdomen, and couldn't help but smile.

He stretched out his arm, kicked his leg a few times, and walked to the old well to pull out the rusty piece of iron.

Skillfully using the half set of breath methods that he had practiced as a child, he recalled in his mind the sword moves he had forcibly memorized in recent years when he was fighting with martial artists in the city.

Closing his eyes lightly, he danced in this ruined temple. From time to time, the young man's face was red, his blood was surging, and the beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and finally he couldn't hold on to the ground with his sword, and he gasped for breath.

In a moment, the young man's eyes were full of scarlet, his heart was full of unwillingness and resentment, and his right hand holding the iron piece was even harder, and the green snake-like blood vessels instantly burst out. Stand up and forcibly use your breath to continue practicing.

The discomfort was the same as ever, only the forced luck was even worse today.

After a few moves, the young man's eyes turned black, his breath was completely uncontrollable and scurrying in the meridians, his chest was abnormally tight, and his qi and blood were surging.

Seeing this, the old man in the dark corner of the broken temple was about to throw out the three silver needles that he had been holding for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the rusty piece of iron in the young man's hand flashed, covering his body with a thin layer of dark brilliance.

Seeing this, the old man frowned lightly, withdrew the silver needle, brushed his white beard, and smiled.

Ah Da knew in his heart that he was forcibly lucky, and his blood was surging, and he was about to vomit blood. Suddenly, the iron piece flashed, and his right hand suddenly felt a cool breath attack, wandering in the meridians, and all the discomfort around his body was immediately eliminated. I was amazed, so I wanted to take a closer look at the iron piece.

Suddenly, there was a suction force from the iron piece, which stuck firmly to the palm of the hand like a magnet.

People walk with the sword, like a dragon, surrounded by Xuanhui, stabbing, splitting, pointing, teasing, picking, collapsing, intercepting, chopping, wiping, and cutting.

Under the reflection of the bonfire, it is like a stream of essence suddenly appearing in the void, simple and atmospheric, and the swordsmanship exudes an indomitable momentum.

After a while, the young man slowly opened his eyes, thinking back to the route of the cool qi coming out of the iron sheet in the meridians, and forcibly wrote down the angle of the sword, the posture of the body, and the part of the force in each move of the swordsmanship. Instead, he picked up the iron piece and looked at it carefully, pondering.

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Night.

A middle-aged fat man in Yong'an City sat up from the bed in an instant, flew through the roof, and stood on the roof ridge and looked east for a long time.

A one-armed old man on Penglai Island, Jianshan, the holy land of overseas kendo, smiled bitterly.