【Xunfeng City - Yunmeng Town - Wujing Village Village Head Creek】

It is difficult for ordinary national events to reach the remote mountain village of Wujing Village. In addition to worrying about the new taxes, people in mountain villages occasionally worry about their children's marriages and the like if there are no natural or man-made disasters. For example, women are generally jealous and annoyed that Aunt Wu next door has changed to a new satin, the material seems to be good, and the price should not be cheap. The farmer pondered and wondered if Lao Wang next door had come to the house to help while he was busy with farm work. Everything is still relatively laid-back and comfortable.

The origin of the name Wujing Village is very simple, when it was still a tribe, there were five old wells made of stone in the village, but now they can't draw water, and the wells are pitch black. There is no sound except for the sound when the stone hits the wall of the well. It seems that there is a bottomless abyss under the well, so the people in the village don't care about these five old wells. But the name has been passed down from generation to generation.

There is an old banyan tree at the head of Wujing Village, according to Uncle Wang, the oldest in the village, when he was a child running bare-buttocked, this old banyan tree stood here like now.

The age is indeed quite long, and the old banyan tree is like a dragon's roots cracked and the soil is exposed, as thick as an adult's arm. The dense aerial roots hung down from the trunk of the tree more than two zhang high and pierced into the ground, with thirty or fifty thick roots, like an old man with a long beard looking at this village, waiting for this village.

Not far from the old banyan tree is a small stream, where the village usually uses water for laundry. In the evening, when the sun is almost set, the women of the village bring their naughty children to wash their clothes with wooden basins full of dirty laundry. They told their children to only play in sight and not run too far. While chatting with other laundry women about family chores.

However, the young children, bound by the family rule that they are not allowed to leave their mother's field of vision, have no choice but to play by the old banyan tree. A child about four or five years old snorted and ran towards the children in front of him. But after only a few steps, he stopped, turned his big dark eyes, and looked sadly at the children not far away and ran away laughing when they saw him. He wondered how many times he wanted to play with others but was not accepted. He sucked the snot that was about to flow to his mouth again, and lowered his head aggrievedly.

Since he was sensible, he and his mother have lived in this seemingly peaceful village. He had many questions in his heart, but he never dared to mention to his mother, why the children in the village did not want to play with him, why did the village always look at him and his mother in a strange way? The child shook his head and held back the tears that were about to flow from the corners of his eyes. He mustered up the courage to walk towards the group of children who were playing. Children naively think that if they are braver, they will accept them.

However, as he approached, one of the older boys suddenly rushed towards him, and then pushed the snotty boy away, and the little one only felt that the world was spinning in an instant, and his little body rolled on the hard ground a few times, and how many small pebbles he bumped into it. All the children stopped making noise and looked at him like a joke.

"Why do you always come here shamelessly!" the boy who pushed the man felt that he might be a little too strong, so his tone of voice was vaguely not so tough. The word shameless is often used when I often hear my mother and father shouting when they are in the room.

The child slowly sat up from the ground, tears and snot sore on his face. The new clothes he had just put on today were now crumpled and covered in mud. This was meant to be worn to play with friends. But he didn't expect that he mustered up the courage and was full of expectations, but in exchange for this ending. The boy also felt a hot tingling sensation in his left calf. It is estimated that the skin has been worn by the sand, and this taste has been used in wrestling before.

"I feel like you're so strong. The child said in a milky voice.

He also knew the pain, and he was so aggrieved that he cried. But he wants to play with others more than to talk to the stone leaves alone all the time and never get a response. So he had to hold back all of them, in order for others to accept him.

The boy who pushed the man was a little stunned when he heard this, he thought that in this way, the child in front of him would cry, and then his mother, who was washing clothes not far away, would come over with a fierce look with a wooden stick that beat the clothes. Although he may be scolded, he will be beaten by his family. But this little imp will definitely not be pestering them in the future. As the oldest in the group of children, and the eldest in the group of children, he felt that he had an obligation to do so.

The boy thought that the plot would develop like this, so from the time he pushed people to the present, his little heart was beating wildly. He was mentally prepared for everything, but the result was a bit unexpected.

"Of course, I, I've used some internal energy. The boy replied with a little pride and a little embarrassment.

The children around who were going to watch the excitement also came over, after all, they are all children, and curiosity is always easier to tempt people than to reject others.

"Wow, Brother Strong, you're going to have a lot of energy!" called another boy with a lot of rag patches on his clothes.

"That's natural, Brother Dali's father used to be a head of the town!" another girl with a double ponytail interjected, and the pride conveyed in her words was extremely obvious, as if Dali's father was also her own father.

The children suddenly opened the chatterbox, you and I said this word by word, and suddenly, the child wiped his nose with the back of his hand and said, "What is internal strength?"

The children's noisy voices instantly quieted down, and Dali looked at him a little incredulously.

"No, how can you, a child from a rich family, not know your internal strength?

"A child from a rich family?" the child repeated in confusion as he spoke. The child did not know what a child from a rich family was, and he had been with his mother since he was sensible, and he lived in this village, in that small wooden house.

The girl with two ponytails looked at the child in front of her, who was still snotty, and said, "My mother said that you and your mother ran away from a big family. Look at you, your complexion is so white, and your clothes are cut from good cotton, just like our clothes are all sewn and mended, and your skin is sunburned to the color of wheat. When the girl said this, she touched the child's clothes with her hands, and her eyes were full of envy.

"Yes, yes, my mother said the same, she said that your mother must be a concubine of a big family, and she ran away later. ”

"Yes, yes, my mother said the same, your mother must have run out of a big family in the town or in the city, and was accepted as a concubine because of her good looks, but for some reason she ran out. ”

The children began to talk about each other again, and everyone said something different, but the general meaning was that the mother of the snotty child, because of her good looks, was favored by the big family, included in the concubine, and finally gave birth to a boy and ran away to this remote mountain village for refuge, for unknown reasons. Then because this snotty child was a child from a large family, his skin was white and tender, his clothes were more than their preferences, and he was foreign, so he was unwilling to play with him and deliberately isolated him.

The child listened to them talk about him, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart. Although I knew the reason why they didn't want to play with me, I was finally accepted by them, surrounded by them, and talked about by them. But it felt strange, and he couldn't say it when he was young, and he didn't understand it. He looked at his two little arms, which were as white and slender as lotus roots, as if he remembered something: "Then what is internal strength?"

The noise of the children fell silent again. Daliben was still depressed, why did the topic change from internal strength to other topics, and he couldn't say what he was about to say.

However, the change of topic was also caused by him, but he himself forgot about it.

Dali glanced at the child with a little gratitude, and coughed pretendedly, "I'm going to tell you about this." When he looked around, he saw that all the children were listening quietly, and nodded with satisfaction and continued. "My father said, this internal strength is the most basic thing in cultivating martial arts. If you want to practice martial arts, you must first develop your internal strength. After saying it vigorously, he deliberately closed his eyes and waited for the children's praise.

Then he waited for almost half a pillar of incense, but he was bitten by mosquitoes a few times, and no one spoke except for some snot-inhaling sounds. Dali opened his eyes in confusion, and found that all around him were also looking at him with all kinds of doubtful eyes. Vigorously speechless for a while. Maybe the girl is more delicate, and at this time, the girl with the ponytail clapped her hands and applauded vigorously. The surrounding children also followed suit, and after a while, the girl said, "And then?"

Dali couldn't laugh or cry, "It's gone." That's all my dad told me."

The children all exploded at this time, and the girl with the double ponytail said with a little disdain: "We already know what you said, what we want to know is how to cultivate internal strength." Your father himself said that he had been a teacher in the town before, and he must have taught you, otherwise how could you use your internal strength today?"

The girl waited for a while, and found that Dali had been stupidly pestle in place, and said: "If you don't want to teach, forget it, we don't want to learn, we don't need it anyway!"

The children around who were originally full of expectations also echoed and coaxed, making it extremely uncomfortable. It's not that he doesn't want to say it, but he doesn't know how to say it, he was all pretending before, and he doesn't know how to do it at all. He begged his father to teach him several times, but in the end his father was angry and ended, not only did his father not teach him, but he did say that about internal strength.

The children are talking more and more ugly, what selfish and so on. The more he listened, the more uncomfortable he became, and he just wanted to get angry, but at the moment he felt that his sleeve was being pulled down, it was the snot boy.

The snotty boy noticed that Dali noticed him and said, "Brother Dali, I already know what internal strength is, thank you." His voice was not loud, but his tone was unusually steady. The voices of the surrounding children gradually became quieter, and they all looked sideways at the boy and Dali.

Dali suddenly wanted to cry, he was really touched by this child. He also led the children to do this by not playing with this child, and he also did it by pushing this child and causing the other party to be injured. As a result, the child also helped himself out. Holding back tears, he patted the shoulder of the child in front of him, after all, he felt that he was the boss in front of this group of children, and he couldn't cry easily.

"What's your name?" asked vigorously.

"My name is Ling Chen. The boy replied earnestly.

"My name is Sun Dali. In the future, you can play with us, if they don't want to, you can play with me, and I will accompany you. Dali also looked at Ling Ling seriously and said.

Ling Chen happily nodded his little head, he didn't know why Dali suddenly became friends with him, he did ask the question of what internal strength is, and he did get the answer he wanted. But Ling Chen didn't want to think about it, anyway, he got the answer he wanted and had one more friend, and he was very satisfied. At the very least, you don't have to in the future.

"Transform your strength and practice martial arts. Ling Chen whispered to himself.

The surrounding children made a fuss again, since Dali was willing to become friends with the children of this so-called big family, they naturally had no opinion, after all, Dali was the boss of the children's group, who called him strong, no one could beat him.

The setting sun gradually dyed the surrounding clouds red, much like the red gauze skirt of a graceful girl fluttering in the air. After the women had washed their clothes, they were calling out for their children to go home, and they were going back to cook food for their husbands, who had been doing farm work all day. There were fewer people by the creek and under the old banyan tree. With a familiar and friendly call, Ling Chen turned his head to see his mother waving to him not far away. He answered, and limped forward with his calves...