In the forest, a black horse with a white forehead traveled north to south along the small road, carrying two figures, one large and one small, on the horse's back, looking like father and son.

"Boy, do you know what to do when you get to the place in a while?" The man asked.

The tiger-looking boy raised his head and replied:

"I know, it's the same as before, saying that my mother was killed by wicked people, and you have to learn art to take revenge."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

"Then I'll kneel at his door."

"Hey, that's good."

The man rubbed the child's head, apparently not the first time he had done so.

The two of them walked all the way, and at noon they came to the edge of the forest, where the view was wide, and beyond that was a low hillside, where a stone monument stood at the junction of the two, and a young man sat next to the monument.

The other party was dressed in a cotton power suit, with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, his hair tied up at random behind his head, and an iron sword with rough workmanship on his waist, a tattered ranger outfit.

The young man rested beside the stele with his eyes slightly closed, and heard the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, but never opened his eyes.

Seeing this, the man grabbed the reins and asked:

"This brother, dare to ask if this place is a drunken cow slope."

The young man opened one eye and glanced at him, a "hmm" came out of his nose, and then there was no more.

The man was not displeased by his attitude, and continued to ask politely:

"May I ask Ye Jianye, but the old man lives here?"

When the young man heard this, he opened his eyes completely, looked the man up and down, looked at the child in his arms again, and said with a smile:

"You also learned the sword from Old Man Ye?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, the young man in his arms took the lead in twitching his nose, and said with a face full of grievances:

"My mother was killed by thieves, and my father wants to learn art to avenge her."

"Oh~ That old guy has a weird temper and may not agree, but you can try."

As he spoke, he pointed to a lonely wooden house on the mountain, but his eyes were focused on the snow-white sword at the man's waist, and the latter smiled awkwardly, thanked him, and drove his horse up the mountain.

The low slope of Zuiniupo is low and there are no trees, only some shrubs and weeds, and a perennial path leads to the top of the slope, which can be regarded as a unique paradise.

After the father and son walked away, the young man sitting next to the stone monument smiled, took out something similar to the exercise from his bosom and looked at it, his mouth made a smack sound from time to time, and he gestured with his hand as a sword.

Time flies, and before you know it, it is dusk, and the young man looks at the sky, puts away the cheats, stands up, pats his buttocks and hums a tune and walks to the woods on the side.

In a short time the silent woods became noisy, and the roe deer, the deer, the rabbits, and even the sparrows, frightened, scattered and fled, followed by the ranger, with two unfortunate rabbits in his hand, walking slowly towards the side of the hill.

Peeling and rinsing, collecting firewood to make a fire, and after a while, the smell of meat spreads, and the young man sprinkles a handful of soulful spices for the barbecue, and the fragrance becomes more and more attractive.

In front of the wooden house on the top of the mountain, two figures, large and small, were already kneeling, and the little boy obviously couldn't resist the smell of meat, so he raised his nose and sniffed hard, and his saliva was dripping down.

"Gollum..."

The boy's stomach screamed angrily, and he glanced at the man next to him, but the other party was still indifferent, he could only hold his stomach and press the gluttony in his heart.

At this time, the door opened, and a man in his fifties came out, looked at the father and son kneeling on the ground, and then looked at the fire halfway up the mountain, and scolded:

"This bastard boy came to my door to barbecue again, and he was not afraid to summon the wolf."

As he spoke, he skipped the two of them and walked towards the firelight.

Seeing that the other party was walking away, the boy looked at the man again and said pitifully:

"I'm hungry..."

"Hold on, this must be Senior Ye's test for us."

After the man finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and the boy looked back at the firelight, swallowed his saliva, and also learned to close his eyes.

Beside the bonfire, Ranger and Ye Jian were holding a rabbit and nibbling, and the young man glanced at the kneeling father and son in the distance from time to time, and asked:

"Really leave them alone?"

"When they get tired, they will naturally leave, I have seen a lot of such people."

The young man chewed a few bites of meat and said:

"Your swordsmanship is not gold, how can you teach him?"

Hearing this, Ye Jian stopped moving, wiped his mouth and raised his head and said:

"I have lived for most of my life, and I have been traveling from south to north for many years, and I finally realized a truth.

Money can solve ninety percent of troubles, power can solve ninety percent of problems, but martial arts, not only can not solve the problem, but will increase the trouble, so I choose to bury the sword here, planning to ignore the affairs of the rivers and lakes for the rest of my life. ”

"You don't pay attention to the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but the affairs of the rivers and lakes will find you, what if someone comes to challenge you in the future?"

"Heh, it's not me boasting, there are really few people in the rivers and lakes right now."

After Ye Jian finished speaking, he lowered his head again and ate the barbecue, and the young man shook his head and smiled and stopped talking.

……

Early the next morning, the old man opened the door, the father and son were still guarding outside, the man's eyes were slightly bloodshot, obviously he had not slept all night, and the child next to him could no longer support it, and fell asleep with his head pouting and buttocks.

Ye Jian just glanced at the two of them, then walked down the mountain with an axe, passing by the stone monument, where the rangers who had been wandering around these days were eating buns.

"Old man Ye, are you awake? Would you like a meat bun? ”

The young man handed over a hot bun, but Ye Jian was not polite, and raised his hand to take it:

"Wang boy, you're not here to seek revenge, and you're not asking me for advice, what are you doing here all day?"

The young man smiled, and said without concealing his contempt:

"Just your three-legged cat kung fu, teach the master in vain, and the master won't learn."

"Good boy, you are the first one in the world who dares to say that the old man has three-legged cat kung fu."

"Then your sky is inevitably too small, sit in the well and watch the sky?"

The young man continued to speak sarcastically, and Ye Jian resisted the urge to cut him with an axe.

Taking advantage of his blowing beard and glaring, the ranger stood up and patted his ass and said:

"If you don't do it, I'll go."

After saying that, he walked towards the mountain by himself, until he was far away, and the old man, who had been alone for half the weather, turned around and went into the woods.

On the top of the mountain, the boy had already slept with snot bubbles, and he dreamed that the boss had a plate of meat buns in front of him, and whenever he wanted to get closer, the plate would leave him like long legs, but when he wanted to give up, the plate came to him again.

After repeating this many times, the boy was so angry that he opened his eyes, and saw a wicked guy dangling back and forth next to his nose with a bun.

"What's your name, little one?" The man asked.

"Chu Lichun."

The boy subconsciously replied, but then he realized that something was wrong and quickly covered his mouth.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to care about his name, and handed the bun to the front and said:

"Seeing that you've been hungry for a day, hurry up and eat."

Although the boy was hungry, he did not reach out to take it, but turned his head to look at his "father", and the ranger stuffed the bun into his hand, put his hands in his sleeves and said:

"If you want to learn the sword, you can kneel by yourself, why embarrass a child?"

The kneeling man turned his head to look at him, but did not reply.

The ranger was very familiar, and he got closer and continued:

"Old Yetou eats hard and not soft, even if you kneel your knees into the ground, it's useless, I have a way for him to teach you."

"Why do you want to help me?" The man looked at him strangely.

"Just when I want to do good on a whim."

The young man smiled slyly, and his eyes were once again unconsciously aimed at the white saber at the other's waist.

…… (End of chapter)