The mountain wind is steep.

On the top of Funiu Mountain before sunrise, there is a tall ancient pine, and the vast sea of white clouds is slowly churning under the pine.

The sky is green, and the pine branches are clumsy.

The remnants of the snow in the distant mountain shade have not melted, and some brown tree branches are exposed in between, and when the wind moves, a large area of snow is blown down, and the sea of clouds and mist is even more ethereal. Between the branches of Shanyang, a layer of shallow tender green is revealed in the distance, revealing the vitality of ten thousand trees in spring.

Farther away, the clumps of pink that appear from time to time under the sea of clouds and mist are the plum blossom forest at the foot of the mountain to welcome the god of mangs who is about to descend on the world.

At the thickest part of the ancient pine on the top of the mountain, a young man was sitting cross-legged, slowly breathing.

The boy was dressed in a brown leather jacket and a red fox fur shawl, with a blue silk silk tied with wrist guards and leg guards, and a piece of mutton fat white jade tied around his neck with a red rope. There are several notches on the jade, two short, one long and two short, which are the Kan hexagrams.

In a short time, a bright glow gradually spits out from the foothills to the east, and after a while, a large round of sunrise is squeezed out. Thousands of rays of light shone on the sea of clouds and mist, and thousands of golden waves suddenly rose.

The sun fell from his forehead, and he slowly opened his eyes, his chest and abdomen swelled, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out white gas in front of him.

I saw this young man, his eyebrows were like swords and eyes were like stars, with an unruly intention of walking in the mountains and wilderness all year round.

With a bang, the boy turned over and jumped into the sea of clouds and mist under the tree, landed steadily in the thick pine needles, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain. The young man walked in the mountains of the first lunar month, did not avoid the steep slope or the ice and snow, curled up and jumped out of the distance, climbed with his hands and borrowed the way from the tree, looking like a mountain ape from a distance.

Walking to the side of the stream, the boy suddenly stopped and picked up a round stone from the ground, and snapped it out of his hand, hitting a brown rabbit in the middle of the forest.

The young man picked up the rabbit ears and deflated his mouth: "The rabbit that has passed the winter just doesn't have much oil and water, and the master is afraid that he will pick his mouth again today." He shook his head and tied the rabbit around his waist and ran down the hill.

There is a col in the Funiu Mountain, a small stream flows through it, and a few acres of fields are opened up a little farther away. In the upstream, there are several thatched huts, and a bamboo forest is planted behind the house, and a courtyard is neatly enclosed with bamboo poles in front.

There are bamboo tables, chairs and benches in the courtyard, and there is a bamboo chair next to the table, on which lies an old man, with a childish face and a hemp robe, and a wooden stick is inserted into his hair at will, and he has a face of a virtuous person.

At this time, the master was facing the rising sun, closing his eyes and humming a mountain tune from nowhere, and his mind was extremely idle.

The old man heard the sound of the young man coming back, lifted his eyelids and glanced at it, and only lifted the blanket that was on his lap.

"Ahem...... Uh-huh, Atay is back. ”

"Goo, goo......"

The young man heard the old man's untimely voice in his belly, looked at his own stove that was not smoking, and went into the kitchen.

"Ah Tai, for the teacher to wake up today and calculate a hexagram, the hexagram says that Gen Mountain is above, away from the fire below, there is a fire under the mountain, it is not appropriate to start a fire today......"

"Bang, bang." There was the sound of a fire sickle striking.

Crunch, the rocking chair stopped, and the old man pulled out the wooden stick that was used as a hairpin and scratched his head, "Atai, is there no ......water in our urn?"

"Wow-" The pot was filled with a full pot.

"Oh—ow," the old man stretched, baring a mouthful of jagged teeth, "Oops, it's Master's mistake." Atai, there's no rice in our tank......"

"Sha-sha-" white rice in the pot.

The young man carried the rabbit out of the door, looked at the old man who hadn't opened his eyes yet, and sighed helplessly: "Master, I think your daily hexagram today should be outside the fire, and everything is not appropriate, right?" ”

The old man stroked his beard: "Hahaha, Atai has really grown today, it is this hexagram!" ”

"Master, I've been listening to these words for many years, and you're lazy again. Today I went to Xiangzhou City to pick up medicine, if I came back late after a two-day delay on the road, I am afraid that you will not have to build Bigu. ”

"Uh, ah...... As a teacher, he has long cultivated to the realm of unity of sex and spirit, and it is okay not to eat for a few days, and it is okay to eat and drink dew. ”

"I hit a rabbit today."

"Good apprentice, bake it quickly!"

As soon as the old man turned over, he was extremely dexterous, and stepped in front of Atay in a few steps.

Sighing that he didn't dare to disobey his master's order, Atai shook his head, and didn't care about the old man in front of him, and picked up the hare in his hand.

Bloodletting, skinning, deboning...... After a busy time, two bowls of rice porridge, a plate of rabbit meat, and a plate of pickles were placed on the table, and the old man picked up a rabbit leg and feasted on it.

The young man sipped the rice porridge and looked at the unkempt old man in front of him: "Master, I remember that seven or eight years ago, you still had your hair tied, and you usually often said, 'You don't get tired of eating, you don't get tired of fine food', how can you ...... now?"

The old man glared: "It's not because I raised you, I even became a hosta for the teacher, what kind of hair is tied!" Now, the teacher is already old and old, and he doesn't take his muscles and bones as his ability, and some of the natural disciples of the work obey him, so you don't serve anyone! Hmm, this rabbit meat is eating firewood......"

Atai shrank his head, only holding the bowl and sucking, watching the master eat the whole rabbit, and the noodles were red.

This is like a dying old man.

After eating, the master wiped his mouth with his big sleeve and lay back on the bamboo chair in the courtyard.

The old man tugged at the blanket on his legs, turned his head to look at the apprentices who were washing in the room, and suddenly raised his hand to pinch a few times on a whim, and couldn't help but wrinkle his brows.

He took out six purple-gold copper coins from his arms, flipped them casually, paused, looked at the room again, sighed lightly, nodded, threw the copper coins on the table next to him, and then was stunned on the spot.

The sound of the clashing of dishes and chopsticks in the room brought the master back to his soul, and he covered himself with a blanket to continue to recuperate, but his brow never let go.

After a while, Atai came to the master with a gourd, shook it, and poured out a pill: "Master, I'm going to go to the city to get medicine for you tomorrow morning at the latest, and I'll pick some spring ......vegetables in the afternoon."

The master raised his hand and interrupted the apprentice: "Hmm...... Ah Tai, how many years have you been following Master? ”

Ah Tai was stunned for a moment, put down the gourd in his hand and replied honestly: "Back to Master, it has been thirteen years since you rescued the apprentice in Luoyang back then. ”

"It's been thirteen years...... In the past thirteen years, I have taught all the things I have learned in my life, but you are not a disputable apprentice," said this, the old man raised his head and glared, "In addition to martial arts, he has some talents, divination, agriculture, iron smelting, carpentry, merchant, poetry and songs, and controlling the people's governance...... You haven't learned anything! What a dull one.

"But even if you only have to go to the skin, with the old man's ability to teach, it will be no obstacle to find a way out in the future, and it will not be in vain to be taught by the teacher for more than ten years. I can't be a businessman, I can't sell my craft, it's a big deal to be a dart master, and I can live a good life after a few years......"

"Master, what are you talking about, now I go to the mountains to collect some medicinal herbs, make some leather goods and sell them to the city, isn't it enough for our two to live......

"After all, it's not a long-term solution, can you still live in a ravine with Master for the rest of your life? Sooner or later, you'll have to marry a daughter-in-law! That's not enough to make a living. ”

"Master......" Ah Tai was still arguing, and Fang You waved his hand again, "Don't talk about it, it's been neglecting your karma for the past three years to recuperate for your teacher." Four years ago, your archery skills were accomplished, today look at your phaseless gun, go get a weapon! ”

Ah Tai felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere today, but under the stern gaze of the master, he still honestly took a wooden stick. The barrel of this gun is only about five feet long, there is no blade at both ends, only a red copper grip, the overall color is blue gray, the surface is oily, and the sun is faintly metallic, obviously not ordinary wood.

Wood is not mortal, and man is not like mortal.

Atai stood still in the courtyard, one end of the gun was on the ground, his eyes were fixed, one hand was shaking, the stick in his hand seemed to come to life, and the other end was like a python rising to the ground, and he raised his head with a fierce wind.

What a young man, he opened the stick, or split, or pointed, or blocked, or pierced. said that it was a gun, but he actually used the tricks of five kinds of blades of swords, guns, sticks and whips, and the strength was strong and the moves were exquisite, and it was obviously hard work.

For a while, the small courtyard was full of whirring wind, like a tiger hunting, a wooden stick tumbling and rolling, like a dragon entangled, lifting the snow on the side of the wall, and the bamboo branches on the side shook endlessly.

The master stood aside and shook his head: "Apprentice, there are three methods of fighting, practicing, and cultivating martial arts in this world. You are now proficient in moves, and you are now proficient in strength, and you have already started to practice the method. I don't know how well I practiced? Let's put the gun on the head. ”

Ah Tai listened to it in his ears, and the stick in his hand snapped, and the head of the stick shook out thousands of phantoms, and he backed his backhand, and suddenly it was like a cloud and a rain break, clean and neat, and his face did not change color and gas did not grow.

The boy then took out a short blade, only a foot long, from the room, and held it with his backhand just to the elbow. The short blade is slender and has two sides of the blade, resembling a long cone, with an extremely sharp tip and a thin blood groove in the blade.

Ah Tai thrust the short blade into the head of the stick and twisted it, turning it into a murderous weapon.

"At the beginning of the way of playing, fighting with others is like a reckless man who only knows the addition of fists and feet, and like a childish frolicking without any rules; After that, he was slightly familiar with the striking skills, and he often followed the rules when he started to move, and the moves he learned became a cage by himself, and he fell back to the original state when he was not in a state of mind; When it comes to the realm, the trick is carried away, and at this time the shot is like the mountain wind, and the stone is returned, and the time is entered, and the collection is free, so there is no victory.

"For many years, the teacher has not let you fight with the world, and I am afraid that you will not be able to control your skills before you are successful, and you will cause trouble, and you will not be able to protect you if your skills are not restored. Later, he asked you to shoot deer and hunt tigers in the mountains to raise a murderous aura, and when to tame this murderous aura, integrate it into the phaseless marksmanship tailored for you by the teacher, and achieve the realm of 'no blade to ask for life, sharp blades to live', and your playing style can be successful. ”

"Don't call yet!"

As the master shouted, the young man's eyes instantly became fierce. If you look at it closely, the hairs on the boy's body are all gone, and the strength will explode, and the head of the gun will be lifted from the ground, and a long gunshot sound will sound.

A little cold light shoots hard, and 10,000 sparks burst out.

Atai's gun is a short gun, the barrel of the gun is only chest-length and short, not as good as the big gun, and the blade is slightly longer than the tip of an ordinary gun and is obviously inferior to a short sword. This phaseless gun is made of nine-year-old cow tendon wood in San'in, with the thickness of a goose egg, and the toughness is abnormal, and it has been wound and soaked in linen tung oil many times, and it has been finely applied to the lacquer nine times, refining to be both strong and soft and not afraid of water and fire. The length of the chest can be held in a single or double grip, and it can be combined with a special short-bladed dual wielding to hit the long and short as you like.

Atai has been immersed in this set of phaseless marksmanship for more than ten years, whether it is usually digging grass to explore the way, driving dogs and snakes, or encountering big insects in the mountains, he has long practiced the integration of man and gun with this wooden stick and a short blade.

When hunting in the mountains and encountering fierce beasts, there must always be a fearless and decisive heart in your heart. Beasts eat people by instinct, and biting and scratching are lifelong skills that have been practiced since birth, and launching attacks is often a one-hit kill after hiding and hiding. Without the courage and killing intent to die instantly, people are like fish on the anvil in front of fierce beasts.

As the saying goes: With a sharp blade, the murderous heart rises!

At this moment, the young man was holding a murder weapon, and he gave full play to his ruthlessness and decisiveness when he encountered big insects, blind bears, and wild boars in the mountains, and all five feet around him were dead. The tip of the spear shook and it was a cold glow, slashing and slashing, bringing out the scratches on the snow.

The master on the side still shook his head: "The beast has no heart, and it is okay to die." You use your strength to make a move, and you can't get your gun back. More than ruthless, not enough change, how different from a beast! You need to know that people's hearts are unpredictable, and if you don't have the power to turn around, you're just a reckless man who died early. ”

"That's it, let's see the teacher helping you!"