I don't know myself in a dream, just like fighting crickets yesterday.

I didn't feel that the rooster crowed in the spring, and I regretted that my father was late.

It's just another morning, and the rooster crows at the window.

At this time, it was the spring and summer season, and the figures in Zhangjiabao were in a hurry, and the men and women got up early and began to arrange the day's men. The disciples of the Zhang family are gathered in an open space in the fort, and on the open space, there are all kinds of commonly used weapons, which is the martial arts training ground of Zhangjiabao.

In another quarter of an hour, these disciples with their own surnames will begin their morning exercises. Smelling the chicken and dancing, practicing Sanjiu in winter, and practicing Sanfu in summer, this is not to say, this is what martial arts practitioners must do.

Diligence can make up for clumsiness, or the stupid bird flies first, there has never been a person in this world who knows how to give birth, let alone a strong body.

In the wing room of a small courtyard on the side of Zhangjiabao, there was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, his handsome face moving from time to time, thinking that he had dreamed of something good. This is also our protagonist, his name is Zhang Fan.

At this moment, the door of the wing room was opened from the outside, and a middle-aged man in his forties came in, and saw Zhang Fan, who was still lying on the bed, took a finger-thick bamboo branch from the door, walked to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and turned over Zhang Fan in the thin quilt, and knocked Zhang Fan's buttocks with a bamboo branch as soon as he raised his hand.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan got up from the bed with a wail, saw that it was his father who was holding the bamboo branch, and hurriedly said: "Father, you beat me again, didn't you just say yesterday that you won't beat me again?" I'm sixteen years old, and I'm going to travel with Uncle Yunsheng in a few days. ”

Zhang's father said: "Practicing martial arts, practicing is the heart, and practicing is the heart. Know the advance and retreat, be sensible, know the responsibility and be brave, and make a difference and persevere. You still don't understand, how can I rest assured that you are going to the rivers and lakes. Zhangjiabao will also rely on you to support you in the future, without a strong body, healthy and resolute heart, who can you rely on in the future. Relying on the mountains and mountains, relying on the flow of water, in the end you can only rely on yourself. ”

"Hurry up, go to the morning exercise first, come back and continue to recite the secrets of martial arts, and continue to learn other miscellaneous items with Mr. in the afternoon."

When Zhang Fan heard this, he said, "Father, I'm going out in five days, and you can't let me rest for a few days." ”

Zhang's father had a cold face and glanced at Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan just couldn't dodge, and said dejectedly: "Yes, father, I continued to recite the eighteen falls in the morning, and in the afternoon it should be a planting class, and my husband and I went up the mountain to plant fruit trees." ”

Father Zhang glanced at Zhang Fan and said, "Since you know the course, don't go quickly." After saying this, he left the wing room and went to his own business.

Zhang Fan slapped his forehead at this time, sighed, hurriedly put on his practice clothes, didn't even care about washing, and hurriedly dared to go to the internal martial arts training ground first. A little later, I'm afraid that I will have to suffer a lot when I get to the martial arts training ground.

After a while, Zhang Fan finally ran to the martial arts training ground in Zhangjiabao, Zhang Fan stood at the end of the team of one hundred and ten people, and saw that the seventeenth uncle, the head of the sect, who was standing in front of the team, did not say anything, so he was relieved and relieved.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Fan felt a gaze look at him. Zhang Fan turned his head to look, and only then did he find a twelve or thirteen-year-old woman looking at him in the women's queue on the right, who was his own sister Zhang Yun, who was smiling at him at this time.

Zhang Fan also hurriedly returned a smile, this little girl is not easy to mess with, she goes to her parents to cry and complain about her situation at every turn, it is better to be less troublesome.

At this time, the seventeenth uncle in front of the team had already shouted, and the morning exercise began, Zhang Fan also calmed down and started the day's morning exercise.

The life of the day is fulfilling, an hour of morning exercises, an hour of reciting martial arts cheats, and then an afternoon with Mr. to learn the course of planting fruit trees, and then until the day is almost late, I used to sit at the table with my father, mother and sister, eating a simple and fulfilling dinner, talking about what I saw and heard in the day, and bursts of laughter came from time to time in the small courtyard.

When resting at night, Zhang Fan lay on the bed, recalling the experience of the day, recalling the day's studies, and for some reason suddenly tears flowed in his eyes, and he was even more choked.

Zhang Fan suddenly wondered, what's wrong, he doesn't seem to have anything to be sad about, could it be that he fought with someone a while ago, but he didn't suffer a loss by taking this, he was very happy afterwards, although he was taught a lesson by his parents after returning home, he shouldn't cry.

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, it was indeed tears, could it be that he has read too many books recently, and he cried when he saw the misery of the hero and heroine, no, he hadn't read any miscellaneous books for several days.

Or I've been thinking too much recently, let's go to bed early, and in four days, I can follow Uncle Yunsheng to the rivers and lakes to take a look, the heroes of the rivers and lakes, the eight sects and seven factions of the martial arts competition, you can take a look, and you can make yourself famous in the rivers and lakes.

It was another four days of repeated life, and when he sat with his parents and sister to eat every day, Zhang Fan felt very warm. And every night when he rests, Zhang Fan will cry, and if there are many times, Zhang Fan doesn't care.

Until this fourth day, this day was the day when Zhang Fan and the other three people in the fort walked the rivers and lakes with Uncle Yunsheng.

The assembly place is at the gate of Zhangjiabao, and several people who want to walk the rivers and lakes have arrived, and Uncle Yunsheng, the leader of the team, is saying goodbye to the castle owner.

At this time, Zhang Fan was equipped with a long sword at his waist, carrying a bag, dressed in white with a handsome face, and looked like a handsome son. It's just that when Zhang Fan saw his parents and sister who came to see him off not far behind, Zhang Fan didn't know why there were tears flowing again, and he walked in front of his parents unconsciously, ignoring the white clothes and the dust on the ground, slowly knelt down, and kowtowed to his parents fiercely.

After kowtowing, he looked at his parents as if he was not aware of it, and just said to himself: "A kowtow, thank my father and mother for giving birth to me." ”

It's just that everyone didn't seem to see Zhang Fan's movements, and they still went their own way.

Zhang Fan kowtowed again and whispered: "Second kowtow, thank you for your father's and mother's nurturing grace." ”

I looked up and bowed again, and this time, a hole appeared in the ground. Zhang Fan muttered again: "Three kowtows, forgive the son for being unfilial, can not serve his parents for the rest of his life, if there is an afterlife, I am willing to continue the relationship between father and son, mother and son." ”

Zhang Fan's movements, no one noticed, Zhang's father was still talking to Uncle Yunsheng, telling him to pay more attention to a few children.

Zhang Fan seemed to have woken up at this time, shook his head, looked left and right, and there was no one in front of him. Only then did he stand up and pat the dust on his body, just like Uncle Yunsheng walking.

Seeing that Zhang Fan had also arrived, Uncle Yunsheng bowed his hand to the people who saw them off, lifted the burden of the long sword, waved to Zhang Fan and the other four people, and led the way to the outside of the fort.

It's not far from going to the rivers and lakes, even if Zhang Fan and the four of them are training.