In the inaccessible four beams, close to dusk, a man and a woman and two babies struggled to carry large and small baskets down the mountain......

Rounding the last hill, as the sound of "bang-la-la-" came to the ears, Ganhua Creek appeared at the bottom of the valley. At this time, the coniferous forests on both sides of the mountain road change into tall broad-leaved forests.

It can be seen that here, because the rainstorm has just stopped, one less walk through the forest, and you can still hear the sound of crackling.

He searched carefully, and it turned out that the remaining raindrops on the leaves were converging into large clumps of water droplets along the veins of the leaves.

When large droplets are heavy enough to escape the claws of the leaves, they fall one after another.

In the dense forest, which is only half dark, "pop", "pop", and the sound of water dripping on the dead leaves of the woodland is made one after another.

How?

Listening to the sound of raindrops "popping" and "clicking", I felt that every sound seemed to be an invisible hand knocking on the door of my heart.

And the chest, the vacancy, has always been as if something had been sealed there. At this time, he began to tremble slightly and was eager to start......

Yes?!

The feeling of a slight tremor in the tip of the heart is like being suddenly tested by a tiny needle in the deep sea of deep sleep; it is like the first bite of hawthorn I ate today from the tooth to the top of my head; it is more like watching the starfall all night without change and dozing off, but I was instantly unguarded by a "star bomb" and knocked down the slate...... Yes, this heart trembles, and the most accurate description is: as if Shaoyi's heart was bitten down by a golden retriever monkey, it hurts! And there are signs of cracking in the heart......

He covered his ears, but for a moment, Shaoyi found that he couldn't control his desire to continue listening to the raindrops.

If it goes on like this, it will not only accelerate the rhythm of the heart being struck, but also make it easier to fall into a state of masochism and obsession.

Goo patted Shaoyi's face distorted by pain, and Shaoyi's eyes widened to see Goo Goo talking to himself. Shaoyi put down the hand covering his ears and looked at Goo with questioning eyes.

Coo repeated it, and said earnestly, "This forest seems to have mysterious powers, and I have long known that you will be deceived. So, I specially brought the bitter mint potion of the old dingtou, you can hold it in your mouth now, and you have to try to stay awake! Hold on a little longer, and we will go to the frozen koji pit, and I will go and get the wine primer......"

......

After crossing the Ganhua Creek and bypassing the two cliffs, the sky has completely cleared.

Shaoyi listened to the advice of the coo, and tried to be distracted to forget the sound of the raindrops. The tip of his heart did not shake again, and he followed Goo out of the forest with a quick pace.

After cleaning up the soles of the straw shoes that were stained by mud on the bank of Ganhua Creek, one less changed his arm to carry the basket, and the heavy hawthorn pressed his left arm to the point of numbness and could not bend.

The basket was not much lighter than the one less, but she was always able to walk in front quickly, walking steadily and vigorously, and her pigtails jumped up and down rhythmically.

Shaoyi didn't have time to admire the large clouds trimmed with gold, and he was still muttering in his heart what was the connection between the sound of raindrops and the strong resistance at the tip of his heart.

He couldn't help but think of Shanbagong's words, "Not inside, not outside", and motioned for Gugu to stop and rest for a while. I put down the basket by myself, found a flat ground, and began to practice.

The fir wood is in hand, the quiet is solemn, and the movement is the sword energy.

This sword qi is not emitted from the inside, but the expression of the heavenly endowment, the fir 10,000-year-old spirit, and the sword qi is soft and wide. Indeed, it is "not in it."

The sword qi naturally led Shaoyi's posture to fly up and down, making Shaoyi unconsciously feel the cycle of the four seasons and the flow of years in the Tai Chi-like movements......

And the vicissitudes of the sword qi in the young life of the sparse and immature swordsmanship actually directly produced a few simple upright qi, just like the cedar seedlings that are growing upwards and taking root downwards at the same time, giving the old sword qi a new sharpness. This is probably the truth that King Shanba said, "It's not outside......

At the beginning of the moon, Goo Gu saw the silhouette of the silver fir wood and Shaoyi's hand, and felt that the sword dance was very dangerous, and the silver fir wood seemed to be taken off by Shaoyi at any time. Seeing that Shaoyi was becoming more and more confident, the sword qi of the silver fir wood was more and more stretched and free due to the lubrication of human nature.

......

Gu Gu dug out the deeply buried koji, happily opened the small jar in his hand, and before Gu Gu was intoxicated to smell it, he saw a wisp of breeze fly out of the small jar and go straight to the silver fir wood of Shaoyi.

It turned out that he was practicing using his divine sense to detect things, and he dug out the wine koji in a vain attempt to steal the wine.

Goo Gu rushed up and gave Shaoyi a violent shudder, and Shaoyi bared his teeth and hurriedly corrected his mistakes.

Shaosheng was afraid that Gu Gu would really be angry, so he hurriedly used his divine sense to re-invite the Jiuqu Xiang Soul from the Yinshan Sword, and cautiously, he was about to invite it back to the small jar, but Shaoyi had little energy at this time, and his skills were shallow, so that he began to weaken on the way to catch the Jiuqu Xiang Soul with his divine sense, and he accidentally made a mistake and loosened his control over the Jiuqu Soul.

For a time, the aroma was fragrant, and the fairy spirits were scattered.

Oops! Coo was so angry that the koji that had been painstakingly stored in the cellar for a year was just let Shaoyi go.

The ability to drive the divine consciousness to urge things is really amazing!

......

It was the coldest night since autumn, and the moonlight completely broke free from the clouds.

As soon as the two crossed the bridge, they saw the figure of Geng Ding at the entrance of the village, and it seemed that the village chief and his old man had been waiting for a long time.

Geng Ding brought ginger jujube soup and dried meat to the babies, and watched them eat it. Then, he urged that he would give the two of them some pointers, all for them to go to the Sword Pavilion......

Geng Ding put his hands behind his back, with a rare seriousness on his face, and said to the four eyes of Shaoyi and cooing hungryly:

"Each of you is good at it, but one is less, good at observation and quiet. And Goo Gu has a fierce strength, to put it bluntly, it is the spirit that cannot be overwhelmed by the wind and waves. ”

Shaoyi and Goo looked at each other, thinking to themselves if this seemed like a positive statement?!

"Goo, you're different from Shaoyi, driving energy is what you're good at.

You see, the dragonfly points to the water, and the Buddha's palm covers the sky...... The same driving energy, the difference in driving force will make a world of difference. You can't just have momentum, you have to learn to use skill. Of course, practice makes perfect. ”

Geng Ding explained it in simple terms, and even babies like Goo and Shaoyi could understand the teachings he said.

"One less is one less tendon. Although I like to observe and summarize things, I always do things too emotionally. Relying on his five-year age and knowledge, he insisted on his so-called judgment and position.

"If you go on like this, you will not become jealous and hateful, but you will become too kind-hearted, alas, not stable enough, not stable enough. After speaking, Geng Ding sat on the threshold with the teapot in his arms and closed his eyes to recuperate, no longer paying attention to the two of them stupidly staying aside, they were clearly not nodded by Lao Ding's head, and they were completely in a fog.

When the two babies saw Geng Ding's appearance, they knew that there was no hope of continuing to get the old guy's true scriptures.

Even if Geng Ding continued, the argument like a dumb riddle still made them only half-understood. The two simply decided to observe and comprehend in action.

At this time, Shaoyi has already entered the state, and Goo Goo has never found a feeling. Geng Ding Dan saw these two babies, one was as steady as a bell, and the other was as chaotic as an ant on a hot pot.

Geng Ding thought that Gugu, who had always been willful and a little "domineering", would ask why, but after waiting for a long time, he found that Gugu was unusual, very calm, and she didn't ask the root as usual. Instead, he is always competing with himself, applying his own comprehension and practicing with practical actions.

Gugu didn't make Geng Ding worry too much, you must know that Gugu is different from Shaoyi, she has a thick foundation, unlike Shaoyi's small lotus to show sharp corners.

She is also more focused, unlike those who are less empathetic, sad through the rain, and see the sunshine, Gugu is really pragmatic. In Geng Ding's opinion, all she needs is the grinding of time.

As for the young one, this child's whole person has changed a lot since he got the silver fir wood, although his temperament does not seem to have changed much, and he still shows clues in his handling of things. Less one becomes less talkative, people are easy to be in a daze, and they put more energy and emotion into the things around them than in the past.

If it goes on like this, before it happens, it is estimated that it will already be dragged by the bullish matter, Geng Ding thought of this and shook his head.

Unless, unless one less can go rough and fine, and do subtraction everywhere, otherwise, the future will inevitably be the way of the sword.

Geng Ding could see that Shaoyi had already begun to ponder the situation of the integration of the hand, the "sword" and the heart. That's good, Geng Ding knows that in the face of pressure, Shaoyi is very good at using his brains to solve problems.

"Let's rest!" Lao Ding Tou looked at the two babies in the courtyard who were gradually getting better, and couldn't help but say distressedly.

No one paid any attention to him. The two of them are more energetic, to see who is tired and paralyzed first, who is the most glorious.

......

"Tomorrow will be the cold dew, there will be no more autumn thunder, and the hawthorn fruit will be stored in the shade, and the wine can be made in three days. One less, you go and bring those four pear flower beds to me under the eaves of the backyard, and check if there is any residual wine in it. Goo said to Shaoyi.

"After a whole summer, the aroma of the old wine in the jar has probably been exhausted, and besides, the jar is too old. Why don't you use the Jingdetan that Lao Ding's head has come back from? There is a beautiful koi blue pattern on it. One less muttered.

"You prisoner of affection, you love only new things, only new tricks. Who knows, the reuse of old wine jars is the poetic antique brewing method. "Goo is very good at belittling others and praising herself, but what she says makes a lot of sense.

Good wine is usually served by the wine jar that has been repeatedly fed and cultivated with good wine over the ages.

Imagine that the aftertaste of the aged old wine is superimposed on the hawthorn fruit that has experienced the autumn thunder, and then the taste of the koji is effectively isolated by the air, and it is sealed and submerged in the dark night.

Shaoyi opened the fourth empty jar, smelled a pear-scented ember after a stream of wine, and was also drunk. Gu Gu scraped a few times on the silver fir wood of Shaoyi with Shaoyi's boning knife, and the dots of sawdust gently fell into the bottom of the quaint altar with the mellow aroma of koji.

It turns out that the smell of wind and tree shadows in the old wine actually came from this way. One less taste smacked the taste in the memory, and he was also drunk.