Another year later, more than two years after Ouyang Xu's death. Ouyang He, who was crying in swaddling clothes, was also more than two years old.

His elder brother, Ouyang Xiao, smelled the rooster and danced during the year, and practiced martial arts one after another, growing rapidly, and training more and more hard.

At first, she would go home at noon every day to rest for a quarter of an hour, but gradually it became a starry moon, and since then, my mother has walked three kilometers to deliver lunch at noon every day.

At the end of a morning's training, looking at his smiling mother and younger brother was the happiest moment for Ouyang Xiao every day.

At noon that day, Ouyang Xiao finished lunch in the forest and went to a nearby stream to drink.

When he was drinking like a little rhinoceros, he suddenly noticed a slight sound of footsteps on the opposite bank, and hurriedly stood up, clenched the trident in his hand, and stared ahead.

Vaguely, I saw an old figure of Long Zhong gradually emerging on the other side, and a figure similar to him.

"You...... Grandpa!"

The two got closer and closer, and Ouyang Xiao finally recognized them.

"Grandpa!

The boy pulled out his boots and jumped into the stream, shouting as he ran.

Before the two of them recognized Ouyang Xiao, they stopped when they saw this.

"Grandpa, do you still recognize me? You are my savior. ”

The boy ran up to the elder and knelt down.

The elder looked at the young man on the ground with wide eyes, and the three hexagrams in his pupils were clearly visible. This elder is the same old man who helped in Qinling two years ago.

"Yes, get up. The old man helped Ouyang Xiao up.

"Grandpa, please take me as an apprentice! I want to be a ranger like you. ”

When the old man heard this, he shook his head, "That's it, I'm already a candle in the wind, and at the end of the crossbow, I can't take the apprentices." This is my closed disciple, Dongfang Mu. You can learn from him, if he wants to. The old man gestured to the boy next to him.

Ouyang Xiao raised his head and looked at this young man of the same age.

The young man's nose was high, his eyes were dark and deep, his complexion was fair, his contours were angular, the muscles on his shoulders supported the loose cloth coat, his long clear hair and the white robe behind him fluttered in the wind, and the dragon totem on the robe was faintly visible.

"Grandpa, please give me a chance, I am willing to work together with this senior. ”

Since this sentence, the old man has not paid attention to Ouyang Xiao anymore, but Ouyang Xiao's persistence is beyond his imagination, and he has been following him for dozens of miles, and the sky is so dark that he can't see the road.

"Enough, it's time for you to go home, if you don't want your mother to worry about you. The old man turned around and said solemnly.

Ouyang Xiao immediately knelt down and burst into tears: "I beg you to take me as an apprentice!" My father is also a ranger, two years ago, the prime minister of Shu carelessly lost Jingzhou, defeated Maicheng, and was ruined. The traitor Li Xiao took the opportunity to add evil words, the depressed prime minister committed suicide with hatred, and the traitor forged the prime minister's will, proclaimed himself prime minister, and wanted to blackmail the Son of Heaven to order the princes. He was afraid that his father would do bad things, so he fabricated lies and spread rumors, and the young master listened to the slander and ordered the whole family to be killed. In order to protect me and my mother, my father gave up Shu Road and came to join Wei, but he was assassinated on the way. I watched my father die, I clasped his hands, and vowed to take over my father's will, put down the war, and restore the Han Dynasty! ”

Dongfang Mu on the side looked up at the master in the night, but he couldn't see the master's expression clearly.

"Three days later, at noon, I will wait for you in the forest stream, and if you can memorize the Tao Te Ching word for word, I will take you as a disciple. ”

The young man stood up abruptly and knocked his head three more times: "Master Xie!" After speaking, he turned around and ran.

Dongfang Mu and Master watched Ouyang Xiao's galloping figure and stood for a long time. It's early autumn, the sticky evening breeze brings the chirping of cicadas and the scent of grass, and it's time to rest after a day of hiking.

A golden light flashed, and the word "soil" appeared on the master's left hand, flashing like a star, lighting up the grassland.

"Earthwalker-Ravine!"

I saw that a gap suddenly cracked in the flat grass in front of me, and quickly extended to both sides, and a ravine dozens of meters long appeared vividly.

"The master also knows how to do the art of earth-walking chivalry?" Dongfang Mu looked at the gully blankly, he had followed the master for more than four years, and the first time he saw this technique, he looked stupid. "Aren't you a water attribute?"

"Dongfang Mu, rest first, and explain to you tomorrow. ”

The two jumped into the ravine, took out the mat in their bags, and lay down. Pillowing the Loess Plateau and covering the starry sky overnight, the two gradually fell asleep.

At dawn the next day, there was a rush of confusion, and both of them were woken up.