Once upon a time, in a small town at the foot of a mountain called Mount Ramour, there was a warrior mercenary named Kaspersky. This martial artist cultivated very hard, and his talent was also very good, and when he was thirty years old, he unknowingly became a sixth-level martial artist.

After being promoted to level six, Kaspersky did not improve at all for five years. It's not that there is no progress at all, but every time my skills grow a little bit, after a night of sleep, I will return to the original state.

One night, while sleeping, Kaspersky suddenly fell into a dream without realizing it. In his dream, he seemed to hear someone say to him, "You have gone astray, turn back, turn back!"

"How do you turn around?" Kaspersky asked, confused.

......

The weather in March, in the morning, was still a little cool.

It was early in the morning, the sun had not yet come out, and the dew from last night was so heavy that it covered the entire yard, and even the ground looked wet, as if it had just rained. As for the few big trees in the yard and the wall-climbing grass in the corner, they are even more bright green, which makes people feel refreshed when they look at it.

Abfu sat at the table, holding a pen in his small but rather powerful hand, and writing earnestly.

It was very cold in the morning, and the stone table could not be used, so he was lying on a wooden table with rough workmanship, and as for the one who was sitting, there was a simple straw mat on the stone bench. It is said that it is a straw mat, but in fact, it is some hay woven together at will, not to mention that it will break when it is torn, and even if it falls to the ground, it may fall apart. But when it doesn't fall apart, it really works, and with it padding, the stone bench is not cold at all.

The pen is also made by Abu himself, and the hair on the wild duck is taken down, and if it is processed a little, it is a good pen. Of course, this is not Abu's own creation. In the past, the clerks used to use pens like this.

Because people are very thin, Abu, who is thirteen or fourteen years old this year, looks like he is just in his early tens, or even less than ten years old, but he is such a teenager, and he has been wandering on the "rivers and lakes" for seven or eight years.

Abu's home is in the town of Fallen Leaves.

There are a few mercenary groups in town. Because they thought that the price offered by the merchants who came to receive the goods was very unfair, they sometimes joined forces to send the goods to Boulder City to sell, although the profits from this would not be much more, but even if it was just a little more, it was already worth it for the mercenaries.

However, there is a bad point, that is, the price of different goods fluctuates greatly, often you can still sell at this price this month, but you can only sell half of this price next month, and there is no pattern at all.

In this case. It is necessary to have someone who "runs the price", that is, to run back and forth between Fallen Leaf Town and Giant Rock City, find out the price of Giant Rock City, and report it to Fallen Leaf Town.

It's important, but it's not difficult, it's something that can be done by one person, so the wages have never been high, and the work has always been done from town to city. Wandering around the city, and from city to town. It's so stuffy that people want to jump into the river, so there aren't many people who want to do it.

In this case, Abu, who was only six or seven years old, was quickly promoted from an escort runner to an independent price runner.

And this run is six or seven years.

A year ago, there was a big change in Fallen Leaf Town. The former mercenary group was swallowed up and scattered, and because of this, Abu was gloriously unemployed. Unemployment is actually nothing at all, and it has been down for six or seven years. Abu is no longer the boy he used to be, and in the past few years, he has seen a lot of things, and it is easy to find another job.

But it was also in this year that the elder Abu, who had been an orphan since childhood, died.

To be honest, old Abu was not very close to Abu, but over the years, he was fed, sheltered, and taught him to read and write. After the death of the elder Abu, Abu knelt in front of his tomb for three days and three nights, and when he got up, his knees were swollen, and he lost a lot of weight.

When he got home, he ate some food and drank some water, and Abu lay down on the bed for three more days.

In the past, old Abu would call him, but now that old Abu is gone, he is left alone, let alone three days, even ten days, and no one will pay attention to him. Three days later, Abu, who sat up in a daze on the bed, lost a lot of weight, and after a long time in a daze, Abu finally decided that he was going to go out again and find something to do.

Otherwise, he would always think about old Abu, and even want to go with the old man.

Over the years, the only person who has really been good to him is Old Abu, but that somewhat eccentric old man is gone.

Fallen Leaf Town Abu doesn't want to stay anymore.

Old Abu is gone, those mercenary groups have changed a lot, this town that has lived here since he was a child has become very strange to Abu, so strange that he is not even a little familiar.

He knew how many trees there were in the town, and how many branches there were, and how many nests there were, and what kind of birds were in those nests, but it was of no use. For the boy, this town, from now on, is unfamiliar.

Leaving the place where they have always lived, ordinary people may not know where to go, but for Abu of the old rivers and lakes, this is not a problem at all. His news, and many things he has in his hands, many adults can't compare.

Familiarly and casually hitched a walking caravan, Abu came to Yanhuang City.

And after two days of wandering around the city, which didn't look like a city at all, Abu found something to do for himself. - He rented a small courtyard, got what he needed, and started writing stories.

Kaspersky's story.

In the tavern, at the corner of the street, there were a lot of people telling Kaspersky's story, and Abu listened to it like everyone else, and while listening, he tried to memorize it, and then went back and copied down what he remembered, and some places were forgotten, but it didn't matter, and he came back the next day or third day, until he had figured out the story from beginning to end, and he didn't miss a thing.

When he finally figured it out, Abu began to copy it in its entirety.

But after copying it, looking at what he copied out, Abu frowned.

Although old Abu taught him to read and write, and when he was bored running at the two ends of Fallen Leaves Town and Giant Rock City over the years, he used his fingers to mark on the camel cart, but it was the first time to copy words on paper formally, so he copied them a little crookedly, and those words were still big and small, and it was okay to look at them individually, and look at them all on a piece of paper. Ugly is dead.

But just frowned, and then Abu began to practice calligraphy.

Half a month later, Abu came out into the street with a copy of the story, looked at it for a while, came to an old man in a robe, and bent down deeply a few steps away. Then he said, "Sir, I have a copy of Kaspersky's story here, do you need it?"

The old man sighed.

Abu originally wanted a silver coin, but the old man didn't ask for the price, just gave him a gold coin, and then took the Kaspersky story and left.

After the transaction was completed, Abu stood there in a daze, a gold coin, which was already when he had run the price before. Two or three months to fall money. Two or three months, it took seventy or eighty days, sleeping in Fallen Leaf Town and Juyan City, eating and sleeping seven or eight times back and forth without a meal or a sleep, and then laughing, one after another, from those housekeepers to ask for a few copper plates.

Sometimes I have to be scolded a few times or kicked a few times with a good or bad face. As for picking up the scattered copper plates from the ground, that's not even a big deal.

Abu has long been accustomed to this.

But he was never used to it. Someone gently placed a golden coin in his hand.

I stood there for a long time, and when I finally came back to my senses and turned to leave. Judging from the back, this thin boy, who has always looked a little humble and bowed forward, seems to have inexplicably become a little erect.

There's a first, there's a second, then a third, a fourth, a fifth......

There is smoothness. There are also things that don't go well.

But all the things that don't go well now are called smooth compared to the past.

And on one occasion, after the transaction, the old man, who was also in a robe, gently touched Abu's head. He said to him, "Young man, did you copy this yourself?"

Abu nodded.

"The handwriting is good, very attentive, very decent. ”

The old man said, looked at Abu carefully for a while, and then shook his head lightly and said, "It's a pity ......"

What a pity, Abu does not know.

As he left, the old man hesitated for a moment, but then turned around and took out a booklet from his bosom, which was completely different from Abu's Kaspersky story, not only thicker, but also more beautiful and neat, even the paper was different!

"Boy, I'm sending you, you can flip through it casually if you have nothing to do. ”

Abu wondered what it was, but it was only when he got back that he dared to pull out the booklet he hastily put in his bosom and open it with trembling hands.

"The Basic Process of Meditation ......"

The first page of the booklet was completely blank, and when the first page was opened, Abu saw this line at the beginning of the second page.

Then, not only did his hands tremble, but Abu's entire small body began to tremble violently.

Life just twisted its course, both suddenly and seemingly unsurprisingly.

In addition to copying stories in the past, Abu had a lot more content in his life, he learned the content of the booklet that the old man gave him, sat on the bed and meditated, although he didn't feel the little bit of the booklet at all, but Abu still stubbornly meditated.

Morning, very early morning, noon, evening.

At least three times a day.

During the day, when he was copying stories, Abu would go out into the streets, in the lobby of a hotel, and listen to people's conversations. About a lot of things, the son of God, and the practice of something.

The former boy who ran the price, not long ago and is still a copying boy, is changing little by little.

It's hard to say exactly what has changed, but it has really changed, and it has become so big.

Abu himself could clearly feel it, until one day, walking by the river, he casually looked into the river, and the young man in the reflection stood upright, like a tree in the wind.

It seems that there is no longer a trace of what it used to be.

In just half a year, it was like a ......

The young man didn't know that there was a word called "just like another world".

The mind becomes very clear unconsciously, and what you see and hear during the day can easily be revisited in your mind at night, without missing a bit. But other than that, he still didn't feel the little bits that should have been there when meditating.

But Abu never cared about that, he just meditated day after day, morning, noon, and evening.

The transcription has also become different from before.

Previously, stories were just stories, Kaspersky was just Kaspersky, and Long Aotian was just Long Aotian. Abu has always been different from other teenagers, and when other teenagers first heard this story, they might have thought a lot, and even thought that they were Long Aotian.

But Abu never thought of it that way.

He knew he wasn't.

But now, with the copying over and over again, specifically the dictation, the words and sentences in the story gradually turned into an invisible thing, nourishing him.

Abu could feel it.

"The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water, how many heroes are surging in the waves!"

"People say that martial arts are at the end of the sixth level, and now I know that the ninth level is still not the beginning. If you had known about this, would you have been able to change the god of the underworld?"

......

"In this world, there is no unusual road. If you do a good job of the ordinary, it is unusual. The mountains are just a few dots of dirt. The reckless jungle, if you look closely, is just a tree and a grass, a branch and a leaf. The rivers and seas do not choose the flow, so they can become big. Cangshan does not choose soil, so it can become its height. Where is that earth and wood unusual?"

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be an ordinary person. Thank you, teacher, for your hard work. But please allow me to find my own way. Neither your path, nor my father's path, is my choice. ”

......

"Where are you from?"

"I came from nothing. ”

"Who are you?"

"I am a person who stands on the ground and looks up at the sky. ”

"Where are you going?"

"I want to go to heaven, but I have no way to reach the sky. ”

......

"The road of war and heaven and battlefield can be rampant. However, the body is a sword and a sword, and it will end in self-destruction for a long time. ”

"The road of long-sleeved good dancing can be leveraged. However, if you don't do it yourself, you will not be able to catch it. Even if it is proud, it is inevitable that it will be disappointed in the end. ”

"The road to insight into the general trend can be subtle. However, there is no eye for the world, and it is rare to have the ability to reincarnate. Being in the WTO can be supplemented by others, but there is no way to be upright. The fame is all over the world, and there is a catastrophe. ”

"If you have chosen this way, he shall have no regrets. To walk this path, you should hold three things, bravery, strength, and wisdom. Courage is the heart of the sword, strength is the blade of the sword, and wisdom is the hilt of the sword. There is courage and powerlessness, everyone can be humiliated, powerful and unwise, and authority is given to others. These three things are the three essentials of the sword. The three must gather together, so that you can hold a sword, and if you hold a sword in your hand, you can go rampant. ”

......

"The dragon of my dragon is the dragon of the nine heavens, the pride of my dragon is the pride of thousands of people, the sky of my dragon is the sky that stands up to the sky!"

"As long as there is a road, I can walk!"

"Even if there is no road, I will tear down the road behind me and pave the way forward!"

......

When the last word fell, Abu did not get tired at all, but on the contrary, a gentle, long, watery energy filled his entire chest. As usual, putting away the pen and paper, Abu walked slowly in the small courtyard from south to north and from north to south.

The night gradually rose, and the moonlight in the sky was faintly sprinkled.

The little boy who was shrouded in the moonlight saw that his breathing gradually slowed down, and in the end, it was the same as his footsteps, from slow to nothing.

In the courtyard, there was silence. (To be continued.) )