Aunt Wei Zifu's craftsmanship has nothing to say, made shortbread for me to eat, slowly like this taste Today's sun is so big, the sky is clear, the blue sky, a few small white clouds are sprinkled, the air is so intoxicating, I figured it out, and I understand, to be a person of this world, to be a 'Huo Quai', to find my uncle Wei Qing to teach me to ride a horse and archery, martial arts and military strategy, literacy and hyphenation, and read military books.

Take small steps and walk towards the stables. I saw an uncle in his twenties, carefully washing a white horse with a brush, and a bucket of water next to him. When I got closer, I saw that there was still a brush in the bucket, and I picked it up. I saw that there were still a few long black hairs on my brushing teeth, about fifteen centimeters. Remove the hair and brush the pony next to him in his uncle's movements. (I'm already 1.4 meters, and people in ancient times grew tall.) )

"Go sick, you're here, come out to accompany your uncle to bathe the horse?" Uncle asked nonchalantly.

"Yes, uncle, I want to grow up quickly, help my uncle, I want to practice martial arts with you, learn to ride a horse, very majestic!" I said boldly and mischievously, and I didn't forget to make a grimace.

"Okay, you've grown up. As long as you are not afraid of my harshness, you are not afraid of hardship, and you don't cry when the time comes, don't regret it," the uncle also said with a smile.

Huo Quzhi replied very firmly: "No, a manly man, he spit and nails." "It's hard to imagine a teenager being so sure.

My uncle whispered, "I'm only twelve years old, and I'm still a man," and I pretended not to hear and continued bathing the foal.

"Then from tomorrow, we will start with the most basic Zama steps, literacy, and lay a good foundation." Uncle said very seriously.

Looking at my uncle's serious expression, I also replied, "Okay, I'll listen to you, starting tomorrow, I'll come when the rooster crows." I went back to the house.

The next day, after getting dressed and washing, I went to the stable to wait for my uncle Wei Qing. After a while, Uncle Wei Qing walked over with a thin branch and said, "Yes, I didn't sleep lazy, it's quite early, and I did a good job of being punctual!" "When I heard my uncle praise me, I felt comfortable and happy.

"Come, first take a horse step, a stick of incense time." Uncle said very seriously.

I found a very stable place, and I was just about to get ready for Zamabu. I was dogmatized by my uncle, and pulled me to a place with a slight slope, and it was still potholes, and he planned to let me take a step here. Stubborn, I spread my legs apart, slowly squatted down, and prepared the posture of a horse step.

"Smack" is another dogma.

"Straight thighs, waist and abdomen up, chest up, eyes ahead, arms straight, fists! Breathe evenly. "It's like a martial arts master.

In less than a quarter of an hour, his legs felt a little sore, and sweat broke out on his back and forehead, and his uncle glanced at it and did not speak. Turn your head to add fodder to the horses and clean up the manure in the stables. And Huo Quzhi was walking on the side; After a while, beads of sweat on the forehead fell down the cheeks on the shoulders and the clothes on the chest, and the thick black long hair had already been wet with sweat, like a chicken that had just returned from the heavy rain under the eaves, and almost no part of the clothes on the body were dry.

The basic skills of horse steps, a tie is an hour.

After tying his horse, he returned to the room tremblingly. Xiaohuan had already put the pastries on the table, and the pastries and a bowl of mare's milk were my lunch, and the bi-day staple was noodles and a little Fluttershy's leftovers. After all, we are subordinates, and I'm okay, because my aunt is a celebrity next to the princess, and my life is okay. The probe saw Xiaohuan "grunting" in his throat, hungry for this chick.

"Sister Xiaohuan, why don't you come too," I said with a smile as I looked at her.

"No, you can eat it, I ate it just now!" He lowered his head shyly, but the corner of his eye was still fixed on the food on the table.

I got up and pressed her down on the stool, went to find a pair of chopsticks and said with a smile: "Eat together, you can't eat much anyway, you see there are so many, I can't eat it alone."

"Is that okay?" Xiaohuan said with some grievances, some expectations, and some anxiety. There are too many rules in this era, and there are many things that some domestic slaves can't touch and can't eat, and people are divided into three, six, nine and so on. The princes and generals are serfs and serfs, and there are strict rules for the nine ranks, so imagining that living in this era is a torment, but also a hope of living, as long as you don't make big mistakes, you can live.

I didn't answer if I could, nodded and motioned for her to sit down, and ate. After a while, I finished eating, and I didn't speak to her. I finished eating and left, because I was going to practice martial arts in the woods on the northern outskirts of the city, and Xiaohuan packed up the dishes and chopsticks.

He rode a horse with his uncle and soon went out of the city. Looking at the tall 'Shangwu Gate' gate, the first time in my memory was the most shocking time I saw the majestic and tall city gate. A dark and heavy iron gate was quietly parked about five feet above the ground, ensuring its safety, as well as seventeen or eighteen soldiers guarding the gate, and from time to time a patrol of dozens of people checked it.

The art of war is cloudy: the besieger is surrounded five times and attacked ten times. That is, there are 50,000 soldiers and horses defending the city, and if you want to take it, you need 500,000 people to barely do it. If such a gate wants to be breached, the price to pay is too great.

Riding on his horse and thinking, before he knew it was in the woods, my uncle stopped, and a swallow rolled over and dismounted, and landed firmly on the ground. With a "come down", I knew I was about to start my martial arts journey.

I rode a bumpy horse, and when I climbed off the horse, my back hurt, my legs were unstable on my feet, and I fell to the ground. The ground is covered with a thick layer of yellow leaves, a little lucky.

Uncle laughed and immediately became serious. I obediently stood up and obeyed the command.

"Tie the horse step well, clench your hands into fists, stretch out one hand, retract your armpit with the other, sink your dantian, concentrate, don't move." Good guy, I said several actions, and I can only follow the arrangement.

"Poof" I actually deflated and looked at my uncle embarrassed. He pretended not to hear, and I was relieved, embarrassed, and motionless as my uncle asked.

Suddenly, I saw a few sparrows, landing on a branch not far away, chirping and chattering, as if to tell something.

"Snap" hit a branch in the back, and I don't know when my uncle broke the branch. Suddenly I felt a burning pain in my back, and I knew that my uncle had exerted his strength and was angry, and I don't know how much heavier it was than in the morning. I withdrew my eyes, stopped looking at the sparrows, concentrated, and tied.

"Arms alternate punches, think of the Huns in front of you, slaughtering our Han people, turning your anger to punching out." My uncle said and did as he spoke, and showed me how much I could tell how much my uncle hated the Xiongnu tribe in the yellow sands in the north.

Follow my uncle over and over again, repeating the same movements. At the same time, he also shouted "Ha", "Ha", "Ha", "Ha~", as if he wanted to vent all his grief and anger.

The sound of the two people "Ha, Ha, Ha~" spread all over the woods, and God seemed to know that a gust of wind was blowing, and the sound was going to spread all over the world, and the yellow leaves were blown away and fell, and they rushed forward to kill the past.

The trees fall and the yellow leaves know the late autumn, and the next year will fight the grassland soldiers.