The sun is rising

When He Feng woke up, the old man was long gone.

"Fortunately, we don't sleepwalk, if we fall off the cliff while falling asleep, it will be a comedy!"

Last night, he was meditating, but he actually fell asleep holding a boulder on the top of the mountain, if it weren't for the habitual sleeping posture of holding things, it would be over.

Glad in my heart, a gurgling sound sounded in my belly.

"Although the test has not passed, fortunately, the usage in July has been sent as usual, and it is time to go home and visit Zhao Xiucai by ......the way."

Walking on the road down the mountain, He Feng, who should have been a little uncomfortable, was unusually energetic.

"It is said that although it is still in Futian, but sleeping on the top of a hundred zhang high mountain, and not covering something, it will definitely be uncomfortable the next day! Why do you feel hot all over? ”

I wondered in my heart, and I couldn't help but think of the fluorescence I saw in the center of my eyebrows when I meditated yesterday.

"Is that the ...... of inducing qi into the body?"

People often say that it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, but it is not a "mountain", and in addition to the steepest and highest peaks of the Nine Peaks, the other eight peaks are "easy to go down the mountain and difficult to go up".

Go down to the heavenly peak, pass through the Jiufeng view, go down all the way, three quarters of an hour is the mountain gate "Jingxin Platform" on the mountainside, and then go down three quarters of an hour along the southwest of the Jingxin Terrace, cross the Tongxin Bridge, you can see the pedestrians who get up early to rush to the feet, because this is the nearest official road from Xizhou to Nanzhou.

A burst of the unique aroma of the roasted grains seduced He Feng's footsteps.

Poverty is a need, a necessity of human nature, and the cornerstone of class.

Regardless of the dynasty, the only way to make the poor rich is to overthrow the spires and let them create another cycle of poor people.

Xizhou is not like the three southeastern states with fertile land, although rice millet is scarce, but it is better than the per capita cultivated area is wide, and the average yield per mu is 150 catties of wheat, which has become the most common staple food in this southwestern land.

He Feng also had a handful, two bamboo rice, a naan, and three taels of sauerkraut, which cost a total of ten yuan, mainly because the rice was expensive.

There was no time for the pain in the flesh, He Feng stuffed the bamboo rice into his arms and gnawed on the naan in a big gulp.

At this moment, a buzzing sound hit behind him, and the earth was like a beating war drum, shaking the pedestrians on the official road to both sides immediately.

"He Feng!"

A familiar female voice came from the side, He Feng looked sideways, and saw Zhao Ling'er, who was dressed in a strong suit, carrying three jars and five catties of 'big sorghum' in one hand.

"Ling——, Miss Zhao." He Feng hurriedly changed his words, because the heroic Zhao girl in front of him hated others being close to him the most, and 'Ling'er' was a title that only relatives could call, and He Feng was helpless to call her father Zhao Qiyuan.

"The people retreat, the people retreat......" The shouts of the scouts on the official road muffled He Feng's voice, and Zhao Ling'er only heard the last three words.

"Let's go!" Looking at He Feng's harmless smile, Zhao Ling'er kicked He Feng with his side leg, and immediately after, the people who were still waiting on the side of the official road looked sideways.

Although the fighting between the two states did not hurt the people, it was not uncommon for them to rush into the march and be killed by mistake on the spot.

Just when everyone was expecting blood to splatter, the heavy knife hanging from Zhao Linger's slender waist disappointed them.

Because even a normal man of ninety pounds can't hang a heavy knife of thirty or forty pounds on his waist and still walk, that person must be a master.

Ignoring the eyes and thoughts of others, a huge force came from He Feng's thigh again, pushing him forward again.

"Miss Zhao, Miss Zhao......" He Feng shouted a few words, but Zhao Linger turned a deaf ear and still went his own way.

Just when the second wave of scouts from the north arrived, He Feng and Zhao Ling'er also broke away from the official road and embarked on the road to Zhao Xiucai's residence.

"Miss Zhao, I'm not going! I thought there were guests on the mountain, so I wouldn't bother. He Feng stood in place and rubbed the place where he had been kicked by Zhao Ling'er, which was the middle and lower part of his thigh, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Miss Zhao's legs were clever.

Kicking a little higher may be a dog eating a little lower may be a person turning on his back, hey, people kick not high or low, now there is no need to rub it, it doesn't hurt!

"Didn't the bamboo rice you bought for my father and me?" Zhao Ling'er looked serious.

"Of course, you just take it with you!" Saying that, He Feng smiled and reached into his arms.

"We're leaving Xizhou tomorrow-" Zhao Ling'er didn't take the bamboo rice, her expression was a little gloomy, and she turned around and walked straight towards the mountain.

He Feng was stunned, and there was an intoxicating aroma from the tip of his nose, and his body involuntarily followed.

Speaking of Zhao Xiucai in He Feng's mouth, which is also Zhao Linger's father, it is also a wonderful flower in this world!

Five years ago, when He Feng went up the mountain, he heard that there was a 'Xiucai' living in the most turbulent place in Jiufeng Gorge.

In those days, even the county order was a puppet, and talent was a rarity.

In the spirit of gathering like things, seeking teachers and asking questions, I went to find out.

But when they met, He Feng instantly felt that his three views had completely collapsed!

The impression is that the scholar who is polite in Chinese is actually a muscular man, tall and large, tiger-backed and bear-waisted, and a fierce man like a mountain.

If you don't know the inside story, you must think that this middle-aged fierce man must be a bandit leader, or a military general or something.

But who knew that under this Zhao Xiucai's rugged appearance, he was really the soul of a well-educated person.

So, people should not be disguised!

Under the conversation between the two, Zhao Qiyuan seemed to see the shadow of his youth in He Feng.

With the in-depth understanding, I was deeply touched by He Feng's fresh truth after drinking.

He Feng is also quite interested in Zhao Xiucai's martial arts, and has always treated him as a gentleman, and he will visit and exchange every time he goes down the mountain.

Unconsciously, there was a burst of hearty laughter in front of me, which shook the canyon and buzzed, and even the sound of the waves covering the case was muffled in the past.

"Hahaha, now, I He Chengchao also has a top seven list, oh no! It should be called the Eight Absolute now, hahaha...... Big brother on the top eight list, haha......"

He Feng followed the sound and saw that the two small hills without vegetation on the red stone platform were pushing cups and changing lamps, arbitrarily looking at the remains.

And Zhao Ling'er has long since disappeared, leaving more than a dozen jars of 'big sorghum' in the sky above the ground.

"Sure enough, like gathers like! Then what He Chengchao is Zhao Xiucai's fellow practitioners, look at other people's physiques, it is evenly divided. Let's take a look at it again, not to mention that the skin and bones are weak, and they can't help it, they are also slender. Alas—"

Thinking of this, he didn't want to disturb the two Yaxing, He Feng reached out and touched the bamboo tube rice in his arms.

"What is the Ruthless Sword? With Brother Zhao's qualifications, in less than ten years, he will be able to transcend the sainthood, and when the time comes, we will be the first of the seven uniques! Hahaha"

"Brother praised! Speaking of which, this is thanks to a little master, if it weren't for him-" Speaking of this, Zhao Qiyuan looked up and saw He Feng not far away, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Hahaha, little master! What did you bring us to eat this time? With that, Zhao Qiyuan got up and walked towards He Feng.

He Chengchao, who was still sitting in place, couldn't help but be a little stunned, who could make Zhao Qiyuan, the crazy knife with empty eyes, get up to greet him? The status of the person who came to Zhao Qiyuan's heart was even higher than mine?

With curiosity, He Chengchao also got up to greet him.

didn't think about it, but it was a hairy boy of the same age as his youngest son.

"Ahh Mr. Zhao, good morning! Today I went down the mountain and bought you bamboo rice on the way. He Feng also walked forward, catching a glimpse of the fat chicken wine on the red stone platform, which also confirmed his conjecture, and he suddenly felt a little unable to take it.

"Hahaha, that is, the little master still remembers that I am a southerner, speaking of which, we have only been thinking about it these days, but we haven't eaten rice for a long time?" As he spoke, Zhao Qiyuan's bear-like palm almost covered He Feng's entire back, pushing him forward without saying anything.

"Who is this?" He Chengchao said curiously.

"Hello! My name is He Feng and I am a boarder at Jiufeng Temple. Without waiting for Zhao Qiyuan's introduction, He Feng bowed slightly and introduced himself politely.

"Haha, this is my little master, the reason why we can step into the four realms so quickly is thanks to my little master! Come and ......, it's rare to have wine, let's drink some together. ”

With that, Zhao Qiyuan pushed He Feng into the banquet.

"Oh? It's really a person who can't be good-looking, the little master is so young that he ......" He Chengchao couldn't see the depth of He Feng, but with experience, he was sure that the little boy in front of him had not practiced external skills, let alone killed anyone.

"He Feng, He Feng? Could it be that I am the junior of Hejiazhuang? This thought was just a flash, after all, since He Chengchao became the commander, he rarely returned to his hometown after settling in Changyuan County all the year round, even if he was a distant relative, he was also the kind of distant relative who didn't move around, and now it was still important to cultivate, so he continued to compliment.

"Jiufeng Guan is worthy of being a saint's court, and a certain person is also a martial artist, I wonder if the little master can also give me some advice?" He Chengchao's mind was in a hurry, and he would rather believe that he had it, and he didn't want to miss the opportunity, so he didn't care about being abrupt or not, and asked for advice directly.

"Uh, ......, I'm actually a scholar, and I don't know martial arts at all." He Feng replied weakly with an embarrassed smile.

"Alas! Although the little master disdains to practice martial arts, his perception of the Tao is far beyond our ability! I just didn't open my heart. Zhao Qiyuan saw that He Chengchao was a little disappointed, and couldn't help but explain.

Zhao Qiyuan and He Chengchao met on the hostile battlefield, and later 'Zhao' returned to Xizhou, and He Chengchao gradually became friends, plus He Chengchao is one of the nine commanders of Xizhou, and it has not been too late to repay the favor of fifteen years, Zhao Qiyuan really wants He Feng to guide him.

After listening to Zhao Qiyuan's explanation, He Chengchao instantly understood, and directly copied the saber next to him and rose from the ground.

actually danced on the side, and He Feng was stunned.

However, after last night's "If you don't go crazy, you won't survive", He Feng gradually thought, "Since I have started to meditate, it is nothing to recognize a true qi." ”

"Eighteen knives of splitting the wind, the first knife ......" Although He Chengchao is nearly fifty years old, he shouts like thunder, as if he has the potential of thousands of troops, the momentum is strong and heavy, and the tiger is full of wind, and there is an unstoppable artistic conception.

He Feng couldn't understand it, and he couldn't understand it, he just felt that the person in front of him was very violent, and if he threw it on the battlefield, it would definitely be a killing machine.

"Come, drink and see." Zhao Qiyuan was casual, and habitually handed He Feng a small bowl, which was estimated to be three taels full, and half full.

In fact, for drinking, He Feng is not afraid of "soup and water, it is not a problem", not to mention the wine in Da Zhou, it is only 30 degrees if there is more, and it is not a problem to drink two or three catties.

"The so-called, swordsmanship and domineering swordsmanship are actually murderous things, but the people who use them are different. I knew that I had a rough personality, and I chose a two-handed knife to kill with one blow, but there was an irreparable flaw, that is, the lack of follow-up. Once you meet an opponent who is similar to me, you can't kill it with one blow, and you have to drink and hate on the spot. ”

On this He Chengchao's empty time, Zhao Qiyuan started a flashback, wanting to bring inspiration to He Feng.

After three rounds of drinking, He Feng was a little upset, "Later, you came to Jiufeng Temple and wanted to apprentice, but people didn't accept you, thinking you were too old." Hehe! ”

"Yes! At that time, there was no seed test, was it? Zhao Qiyuan said happily.

In fact, when he climbed the mountain, he was not rejected because of his age, but because people disliked him for not being qualified and persuaded him to stop in moderation, but he was not convinced and it was not good to tell others, so he said that it was a matter of age.

"Hey, it just so happened that Zhang Mingyang, the ruthless sword of Taishang, passed by that day and pointed me to listen to the Tao...... But I've been listening to it for ten years, and I haven't realized the ball except the back of my ear. Until ......"

Zhao Qiyuan burped and continued, "Until the appearance of you, little master, you say, what is Tao?" What is a wave? Why is there a wave? Later, I thought about it for a long time, and it wasn't until I came to the extreme north iceberg along the Jiufeng Gorge that I understood the reason for the lack of succession, how to store the strength of the inner ......

"How?" Hearing a loud sound, He Chengchao gasped and sat back at the banquet, and asked hurriedly.

Originally, there was nothing to say it again, but He Chengchao was afraid that He Feng would not understand, so he played it five times in a row, after all, he was almost fifty years old, so his breath was a little unstable.

At this time, He Feng was already half drunk and half awake.

"Huh! Not how! He Feng said casually, I really didn't understand, I patronized and drank, and now it is more than a catty.

"Oh? Please also ask the little master for advice! He Chengchao poured half a jar of wine and asked stupidly.

"Mainly, I can't read it......"

As soon as these words came out, He Chengchao almost lost his breath, and the muscles around his body began to bulge.

"Hahaha, I don't understand, then come twice again, isn't it just splitting the wind? No, I'll chop a few waves! Zhao Qiyuan laughed heartily.

"What's splitting the wind?" It wasn't until this moment that He Feng remembered what He Chengchao was playing with 'Eighteen Swords to Split the Wind', and couldn't help but start talking nonsense.

Hearing this, Zhao Qiyuan gave He Chengchao a look, as if to say, "Coming, coming, it's this rhythm, hurry up and understand it seriously!" ”

He Chengchao, who was about to have a seizure, chose Zhao Qiyuan, who believed that he was stronger than himself, and patiently began to answer.

"To split the wind is to split the wind!"

He Feng glanced at the knife thrown aside to split the wind, the knife was almost one and a half meters long, with a thick back and double grips, and it was estimated that it weighed more than fifty pounds. Just your weapon? I see that it takes a lot of effort to split rotten wood! ”

Without waiting for the two to answer, He Feng squinted his eyes and shook his head, wrinkled his nose, and started his complaint with disdain.

"I don't understand, you people are either cutting the waves, or splitting the wind, or breaking the rain and cutting lightning every day?"

"As a human being, can't you do something that a human being can do? Do you always want to abuse the sky, die, and chop the wind and waves? That's your ignorance, have you ever seen a wind that can blow the waves a hundred feet high? And you-" He Feng pointed at Zhao Qiyuan, "Have you ever seen a wave that is a hundred feet high?" You go chop one and try it! ”

This time, Zhao Qiyuan held his breath, and he didn't know how to talk about himself, he could only glance at He Chengchao, and laughed helplessly.

"Do you know what it means to be out of reach? As a human being, do what a human being can do! In the final analysis, weapons are to make up for the innate shortcomings of human beings, the so-called one inch long and one inch strong. Whether it is a fist or a sword, there is only one purpose, and that is to kill or defeat life! What a simple thing to make you so complicated. ”

Hearing this, He Chengchao had a slight understanding, and even Zhao Qiyuan unconsciously held his breath.

"Use the simplest, most effortless moves to hit the enemy's deadliest parts. If you don't shoot, you will defeat the enemy! You need to know that four or two dial a thousand catties, the shortest straight line between two points, my grassland##¥@%¥......&&......"

In the end, He Feng's words began to become blurred, until they were planted on Zhao Qiyuan's palm.

(End of chapter)