Qingming became Chen Mu and lived in Wangjia Village, and since then there has been one less person and one more person in the world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wangjia Village has been farming for generations but also hunting, the folk customs are simple but also strong, at first Qingming's weak appearance was not how pleasing, not to mention that he was still covered with scars.

At the beginning of spring, hunting will be organized in the village, and behind Wangjia Village is a stretch of mountain, which is not too high but is vast.

Snakes, insects, rats, ants, birds, and beasts abound in the dense forest, and the animals that hibernate in the spring season begin to wake up, and they will begin to replenish their food when they are hungry for a winter.

Chen Sanmadi doesn't farm, and he doesn't charge money for striking iron on weekdays, just to exchange for some food, but the iron tools he built are so good that they can't be used for a year or two.

Fortunately, there is still that mountain,

As the saying goes, relying on the mountains eats the mountains, and it is naturally impossible for Chen Laohan to wait for starvation.

The perennial iron has made him practice a whole body of strength, even if he looks a little old now, but when Qingming pinched his back on weekdays, he could still feel that his body was as hard as the iron he had beaten over the years.

On this day, Chen Samadhi was polishing his bow and arrow again, and the black bow and arrow hanging on the wall was obviously not an ordinary mortal iron casting, because it was too heavy and too powerful.

Qingming saw Chen Samadhi draw a bow, and that appearance was very different from that of an old man in his twilight years.

When Chen Samadhi held the bow, his momentum changed, as if his whole person had turned into an arrow, sharp, sharp, and soaring into the sky.

Chen Sanmadhi pulled an empty bow, there were no arrows on the bow, but when he pulled the bow full, the bowstring was released, and it seemed that the air became an arrow, and he clearly watched the giant tree that had lived for an unknown number of years collapse suddenly, and the section was as smooth as glass.

Chen Sanmadhi is the only person in Wangjia Village and several surrounding villages who has hunted a black bear.

The bear's skin was still spread on Qingming's bed, and Qingming admired Chen Laohan more and more, and of course many people in Wangjia Village admired him.

Many people in the village have learned archery from Chen Sanma, and there have been several powerful archers, but Chen Laohan has always only smiled and not commented on their archery skills.

Everyone in the village knows that Chen Laohan has a divine bow at home, and this bow can open mountains and crack stones, which is extremely powerful.

Some people wanted to exchange money and food for the bow in the most hungry and cold years, but Chen Laohan sternly refused.

It's just strange that Chen Laohan generously put the bow in his room, and said that whoever can pull the bow away will give the bow to that person.

Of course, for so many years, only Qingming alone can be regarded as pulling away.

Qingming tried to pull it, the bow was very comfortable to touch, and Qingming felt that this bow was too lonely like Chen Laohan.

The first time he pulled the bow, Qingming suddenly burst into tears for some reason, and the tears fell on the bow and smashed to the ground.

At that time, Qingming was only open, but it was never as round as the full moon as Chen Laohan.

It's just that since he saw that Qingming was able to pull the bow, Chen Laohan always had a happy smile on his face.

Although Qingming lost his memory, the strength and instinct of his body are still there, although his strength is not exaggerated, but it is far beyond ordinary people, that bow Qingming tried to pull many times later, but he was still not satisfied.

However, Chen Laohan's eyes became more kind when he looked at Qingming.

After that, Qingming would often follow the example of the old man and gently wipe the bow with a cloth, and Chen Laohan was even more satisfied with this.

Sometimes Chen Laohan would muttered from time to time: "This bow will be passed on to you in a few years, this is a good bow." ”

When he said this, his eyes were full of nostalgia, as if he were remorse and pain.

Qingming asked him what the name of the bow was, and the old man just raised his head and looked at the sky without speaking, or said, "You will know later." ”

Sometimes Qingming would also inquire about Chen Samadhi's past, but the people in the village couldn't say why, and when they asked him himself, they were only silent.

"Why didn't you get married?" Qingming asked him.

He would touch the bow and say, "People like me are destined to be lonely all their lives." ”

Qingming didn't understand what kind of people in this world were destined to be lonely all their lives, and later he realized that that kind of people were called heroes.

The old man sometimes smiled and said, "Many years ago, someone in the village introduced me to someone, but I didn't agree because I thought I couldn't harm the girl." There was a hint of shyness on his face when he said this.

"The woman later married into the next village." He said leisurely. "I haven't been introduced to anyone since, and all these years have passed."

Qingming seriously doubted whether Chen Laohan regretted not agreeing to the girl.

It's a little dark,

Old Man Chen shook his head and took a sip of wine, "Okay, rest early, and follow me into the mountains tomorrow to hunt for some game." ”