"Shan'er was missing, to be precise, and I felt that not only was my pleasure gone, but my family affection was gone. In the face of the demon people of the Great Shadow Country, I killed and went berserk, and after returning to the barracks, I was even more irritable. Brother Meng brought Yao'er over to accompany me, and he rushed to go as soon as there was a military operation, leaving Yao'er lingering in my barracks. Yao'er is as cute as Shan'er, with constant coquettish voices and continuous joy, my mood gradually calmed down, and a serene smile gradually appeared on my face. Later, Brother Meng told me that Yao'er is his daughter, and also my daughter, the daughter of our two brothers, and gave her an official name, Jiang Mengyao. ”

When the story was finished, there was a sudden silence in the barracks, and none of the three of them said a word, so quiet that they could even hear a needle falling to the ground.

"Emotions are really getting tired day by day, and they are really gathered into armpits. General Meng Qiang broke the silence of the three. "Our old brothers are busy with military affairs, and there is such a baby daughter haunting by their side, and the dull and iron-blooded military camp has become interesting since then. ”

"The two generals should be able to teach her some martial arts and swordsmanship, right?" Wan Qingpo asked.

General Meng Qiang said: "That's natural, I taught her some superficial exercises on weekdays. ”

General Jiang Hua said: "Yao'er is the same age as your little son, he should be one year older, and he has both practiced the exercises, so let him come over and play together if you have time!"

Wan Qing ramped: "Thank you, General Jiang!"

"They also need to exchange exercises!" General Meng Qiang said with a smile, "We will also send Yao'er to the family of the elder of the league in the future to enrich the children's lives." ”

Wan Qingpo hurriedly said: "Welcome, welcome!"

After Dongfang Fei left, Yao'er was often sent to Wanjia, where the two seven or eight-year-old children were together, not only playing together, but also often exchanging exercises and virtues in a serious manner, which was also very interesting. Occasionally, Yao'er also invited the abandoned life to go to the military camp to play, and those swords, guns, swords, and halberds, fierce and brave war horses, and mighty and majestic armor all aroused the infinite yearning of the abandoned life, but there were too many restrictions in the military camp and strict discipline, so most of the time the two spent together was spent in Wanjia.

Under the influence of this environment, the love of martial arts and swordsmanship, accompanied by the yearning for a military career, is like the fermented wine in the cellar, which is getting stronger and stronger year by year. He insisted on standing on the pile every day and practicing swords every day. A year later, the standing pile could stand for half an hour, and the wooden sword also danced vigorously. At this time, the old man Wanqiu remembered the words left by Dongfang Fei before leaving. "That Qingfeng sword is extremely sharp, if you don't dance well, you will hurt yourself, don't be in a hurry to let him use it, let's practice with a wooden sword first. When the wooden sword dances vigorously, let him change the sword. ”

"So what kind of prosperity is it?" the old man Wanqiu asked himself secretly, but he couldn't say it clearly, anyway, he still didn't feel that it was time.

One night in Futian, the weather was as hot as a steamer, and there was no wind, because he was busy with Daddy hoeing and mowing grass in the field during the day and did not practice the sword all day, and after dinner, he danced the sword in the courtyard, and the old man Wanqiu sat next to him and watched for a while, and with the whirling dance of the wooden sword around him, he felt that there was an iron fan around him whirling and flashing, and at the same time there were gusts of wind swirling from his body. At this time, the sky remembered a string of thunders, not good! It's going to rain! But the grain in the drying field hasn't been covered yet? The grandfather and grandson hurriedly ran to the drying field a hundred feet away. As soon as the grain was covered with raindrops, they hurried back, but they were not in a hurry, and danced the wooden sword in their hands above their heads as they walked. When he rushed back to the house, Grandpa's clothes were almost soaked, but there was not a drop of rain on his body. Grandpa asked him in surprise what the trick he had just danced was called.

"Zenith Whirling Cloud Sword Technique! The rain can't pour in. ”

These two phenomena were connected together, which made the old man Wanqiu feel that this swordsmanship should be regarded as a flourishing technique, so he handed over the Qingyang Sword left by Dongfang Fei to the abandoned life, and began to let him practice swordsmanship with a real sword.

Of course, martial arts and swordsmanship are far from the whole story of abandoning life.

When he was nine years old, he began to learn how to make pottery from his grandfather. At the age of ten, he learned carpentry carving with Daddy. At the age of 11, he learned various agronomic techniques for cultivating crops. At the age of twelve, he grew as tall as an adult, and at this time he drew a bow and hunted, ploughed the fields and planted millet, and was almost proficient in everything, not only as tall and handsome as a fifteen-year-old adult, but also intelligent, shrewd, and composed. Grandfather Wanqiu gave the eldest grandson the official name of Dong, the word Xiliang.

It's really not a twelve-year-old boy who says big things, after more than a month of pondering and making, sawing, planing, chiseling, throwing, throwing and sawing, the cycle repeatedly, Wan Xiliang really invented the car that he wanted to invent.

The body body is a rectangular body composed of acacia wood planks, five feet wide and eight feet long. Two one-foot-square wheel knees are erected downwards in the center of both sides, a pair of axle holes with a diameter of three inches are drilled on the wheel knee, and a hard jujube axle with a diameter of three inches is pierced, and a pair of wheels made of arc-shaped jujube wood are sleeved at both ends of the axle, and the wheel diameter is three feet. A three-foot-long log grip lever sticks out of each side of the front of the car, which is buckled with an iron pull ring for pushing and pulling the car, and a one-foot-long rear wing extends from each side of the back, which is also buckled with a pull ring for binding heavy objects.

"There are really two times to abandon this baby!"

The old man Wanqiu looked at his grandson's invention and smiled from ear to ear. Daddy Wan Qingpo, uncle Wan Qingtian, two sisters, and uncle's little brother are all curiously turning around this new gadget called "car".

"It's time to eat!" Grandma Jiaobao took the food and put it on the table, and Aunt Awata's ginger took a wooden spoon and put it in a black pottery bowl to fill the chicken soup with mountain vegetables.

Wan Qingpo ate slowly, still stunned.

"Po, do you have something on your mind?" asked the old man Wanqiu.

"Today, there was a big fight between the Awata tribe and the Xiling tribe, and I heard that more than a dozen people were injured on each side, and five or six people were killed. ”

"For what?" Jiang asked hurriedly.

"For the more than forty acres of fertile land at the foot of Xiling Mountain. The people of the Awata clan said that it was originally a wasteland, which they had worked hard to reclaim. The people of the Sailing clan said that the land was at the foot of their mountain, and they had warned the people of the Awata clan not to attack the idea of that wasteland. ”

"Big brother, our Awata clan is diligent in reclamation, and we never cause trouble, you have to help our Awata clan uphold justice!" Jiang said anxiously.

"Naturally, the Awata clan is not only your mother's family, but also our ally, how can I, the leader of the alliance, sit idly by. Wan Qingpo said.

"This matter sounds a bit of a strong argument from the Xiling Clan," the old man Wanqiu analyzed, "A piece of wasteland, you didn't enclose it in advance, how can you prove that it is your own? Besides, if the Xiling Clan believes that it is their own, then why didn't they block it with reason when they opened up the wasteland a few years ago?"

"Isn't this clear? The Xiling clan is looking at the good harvest of this land in the past two years, and looking for a crooked ideal to forcibly seize it. Wan Qingpo replied. "I'll send a letter to both of them tonight, and tomorrow I'll call them for mediation. ”

"You must convince people with reason, and do not use force. ”

"This is natural, is it the Xiling clan's fault?"

"I heard that both sides used weapons this time, the Awata clan took out a number of long swords and a dozen iron-tipped spears, and the Xiling clan held several pieces of ghost scimitars and a dozen spears. Otherwise, why would so many people have been killed or wounded?" Wan Qingtian said,

"The population has doubled and risen, but the mountains are still those mountains, the water is still those waters, and the land is still those lands, people fight for money, and birds rob for food!"

"Now this dispute over the occupation of mountains and land can be heard every month for hundreds of miles around, and it is almost commonplace. Jiaobao said.

"It's not just a simple strife, there have been several more serious mass killings than last year. Wan Qingtian said.

"Boss, fortunately, you have built sharp swords and spears and trained strong clansmen in the past few years. The Shao Clan in the north and the Xiling Clan in the west are also staring at the nearly 100 acres of good land in our south with red eyes. The old man Wanqiu said to his eldest son in a tone of admiration.

"This is thanks to Mr. Dongfang who came here a few years ago, if it weren't for his advice and guidance, we would not have thought of it, let alone done it!" Wan Qingpo said sincerely.

"Of course," Wan Qingtian said, "Mr. Dongfang not only came up with an idea, but also told him the specific training method, and the key was to tell the specific method of building the sword and spear weapon. ”

"Even our little outcasts are about to become the head of the martial arts training sect in the clan. Jiaobao said proudly.

"I'm done. Wan Qingpo was the first to finish eating and got off the table.

"Boss, wait a minute, I still have something to say to you. The old man Wanqiu shouted out to his son.

"I'll be waiting for you in the courtyard, Daddy. ”

"I've grown up, and now it's time to officially learn from a teacher. After dinner was dispersed, the old man Wanqiu chatted with his eldest son alone.

"Daddy, I also have such thoughts, where can I learn?"

"Have you forgotten what Mr. Dongfang left behind before leaving?"

"In a few years, when the child is older, if you want to study martial arts and learn swordsmanship, you will go to Qingyang Mountain. "Ten thousand slopes repeated.

"That's right!"

"Then let the outcasts go. It has been five years since Mr. Dongfang left, and the child has grown up. ”

"This kid is so smart, if he doesn't learn some real kung fu, he will be blind, and he has to learn something at a great cost. As the old saying goes, only by learning the skills of 10,000 people can you become 10,000 people. ”

"I am mainly worried about the situation in the future: now the Great Youguo is frequently attacking and harassing us, invading the borders of Dahua, constantly attacking with iron cavalry and swords, looting, killing and plundering, and our tribe in Nera has stirred up disputes between various clans and alliances, and group disputes and civil wars have broken out one after another. Now that General Meng and General Jiang are guarding the town, it is still safer than ten years ago, but in a few years, what will happen when the two generals retire in old age? Let the abandoned students learn all the skills and come back to defend the country in the future!" Wan Qingpo explained.

"At the beginning, it was mainly your daughter-in-law who was worried about the small child and was reluctant, but now it's time to make up your mind. ”

"I understand this, but that Qingyang Mountain, I heard that it is tens of thousands of miles away!"

"I think it's better for him to find it himself! ”

"Daddy, wait, I remembered something, do you remember the letter that Mr. Dongfang left to the two generals Meng Jiang before leaving?"

"Remember, what's wrong?"

"I was with the two generals when they read the letter. I remember that after reading the letter, General Jiang relayed that Mr. Dongfang had heard that the two generals had adopted a daughter, and he could send the letter to Qingyang Mountain to learn art. I'm going to ask the two generals Meng Jiang if they'd like to let the two children go together?"