My name is Ye Tian, and I was born in Partridge Village in the mountains of western Lingnan.

For as long as I can remember, I haven't seen my mother and lived with my father.

One rainy night in the spring when I was five years old, my father suddenly woke me up, and before he had time to get dressed, he wrapped me in a blanket and put me in a wooden basin.

He carried a wooden basin and put it into the brook behind the house.

"Don't take revenge—"

These were the last words that my father left in my memory.

The stream is turbulent, and the wooden basin flows downstream.

I grabbed the edge of the wooden basin and looked from afar, and my father had been standing in the stream, waving to me.

Behind him, the stockade was already on fire.

The wooden basin drifted all night, and at dawn it arrived at the Jiuzhang ferry port downstream, and was picked up by the ferryman Uncle Sugarcane.

He hugged me and watched as the stream slowly turned red and finally turned into a shocking amount of blood.

Uncle Sugarcane threw away the ferry and took me out of the mountain in a donkey cart, all the way north to Bianliang City.

It was Qingming in 1990, and Uncle Sugarcane had set up two empty graves in the rented yard.

There was no headstone on the grave, only an empty wooden plaque.

We lived in Bianliang City for five years, relying on Uncle Sugarcane to do odd jobs for other people's families.

I went to school and started studying.

At that time, I realized that I had the ability to memorize all the texts after reading only half of them.

"Don't show off anything." This was the first thing Uncle Sugarcane taught me.

When I was ten years old, I was doing my homework at home on a spring evening, and Uncle Sugarcane hadn't come back yet.

A guest came to the house, a beautiful sister dressed in black, who said that she was a friend of Uncle Sugarcane.

Her eyes were like black jewels, big and bright.

Looking at the empty grave in the courtyard, her expression became as solemn as an ice cube.

Uncle Sugarcane came back, and the beautiful sister said, "The revenge of killing my father is not shared-"

Uncle Sugarcane also had a black face: "Ah Tian's father said that he can't take revenge." ”

The beautiful sister repeated coldly: "If you don't take revenge, why are you living?" Can you endure the revenge of killing your father? It is better for such a man to be thrown into a pool and drowned when he is born. ”

I gripped the pencil hard, and with a snap, the pencil disconnected.

"You can't take revenge, leave this line forever, and be an ordinary person, Ah Tian's father said-"

My pretty sister threw a stack of photos on the table, in which my father was hung upside down from a camphor tree, his eyes gouged out, his arms cut off, and the blood stained a large area of the ground under the tree red.

At that time, my father was not dead, and a flock of black crows stood on the branches of the camphor tree, waiting for my father to breathe and peck at his body.

"Three days after the Partridge Village tragedy, I arrived when I heard the news. Your father died a miserable death, and I buried him, afraid that the enemy would come back, so I didn't dare to build a tomb and erect a monument. Ye Tian, if you are a gutless rat, then hide in the countryside for the rest of your life, be afraid, be honest, be an ordinary person, it is best to change your surname, so as not to be found by the enemy, cut the grass and eradicate the roots-"

I stood up suddenly: "Enough, enough, I want to avenge my father, I want to avenge my father!" ”

I heard my own voice, howling like a wolf cub.

The blood-red stream suddenly came to my mind, and there was no one alive in the village of sixty people.

"Sit down!"

"I want revenge, slaughtered those bitches, and avenge my father!"

I was hot-headed and repeated the phrase over and over again.

Father's hatred is not shared, those bitches killed my father, I want to take revenge ten times and come back and destroy their nine clans.

"Okay, backbone."

After speaking, the sister in black got up and told Uncle Sugarcane: "I will take him away, sharpen his sword for ten years, and after he completes his studies, he will sweep the world." ”

Uncle Sugarcane jumped up and blocked the door with both hands.

"His father entrusted the child to me, and he can't enter the rivers and lakes anymore, let him be an ordinary person."

The sister in black sneered: "Ordinary people? He is a dragon fetus and phoenix marrow, the chosen talent, you let him be an ordinary person? ”

She grabbed my hand, pushed Uncle Sugarcane away, and strode out the door.

"My father is not a father, I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, and I will never die. Sugar cane, he is the son of Ye Sheng, to be an ordinary person - heaven does not agree. ”

I kowtowed three times in front of the empty grave in the courtyard: "Dad, I want revenge." Watch from the heavens, and bless those who killed you alive, until I destroy the nine tribes—"

I followed my sister out of the yard and stepped into the rivers and lakes ever since.

Ten years have passed in a flash.

I have grown from an ignorant teenager to a handsome young man.

Within ten years, my sister took me to all the big cities in China, and traveled abroad, to most countries in Europe, America and Africa.

Everywhere I went, my sister took me to major museums first.

"Write down everything you see, calligraphy and painting are all in your mind."

Then, my sister took me to antique markets, antique shops, antique shops, and black market stalls.

"Remember every object, remember the owner of the object, remember the accent characteristics of their speech......"

In the end, she took me on a late-night trip to the three-watch ghost market in the city.

"Remember the origin and shape of each item, including the boxes and rags that wrapped the utensils, and the means of transportation for these people."

My innate ability to remember has become stronger and stronger through this repeated experience.

"Mountain, medicine, life, phase, and divination are connected, and looking, smelling, asking, and cutting are the four-character recipes of Chinese medicine, and they are also the tricks in this industry.

"Hope, you are born with divine eyes, and you will never forget, this is the foundation of everything."

"To hear is to hear, and to remember when you hear."

"Asking is to talk about business, and don't leave traces when you have to, so the most used in this line is sign language and lip dictionary."

"It's a deal, and you won't be allowed to make any deals for ten years. If you can't draw a tiger, you can't do it, but it's like a dog—"

Within ten years, in the first three years, my sister's attitude towards me was "strict".

Nine times out of ten, my sister never opened her mouth to reprimand, and directly slapped her.

In the third year of secondary school, my sister's attitude towards me was "cold".

Do ten against nine, my sister never praises, just drinks and makes me do it again.

In the next three years, I did ten against ten, without any mistakes, and my sister's eyes gradually had a sense of approval.

In the last year, my eyesight, hearing, speech, and feel have reached the peak.

In the mind memory, the knowledge reserve of antiques, antiques, calligraphy and painting, gold and jade is more than the encyclopedia of the world.

In the line of treasure appreciation and thousand arts, I have been at ease and never missed.

At the same time, I also learned martial arts with a few of my sister's masked friends.

What they taught me was not the embroidered legs of the fist, but the essence of the "one-move enemy control technique" that was kept secret by the top Baidao in various countries.

"Martial arts are killing techniques—" That's what I learned from these masked men.

I prefer martial arts to treasure appreciation and thousand arts.

In the end, I practiced to tear five raw cowhides with my bare hands in a row, and kicked off a calf-thick bamboo pole with one kick.

One day, I will tear open the enemy's chest, kick the bamboo pole, and break the enemy's spine like tearing raw cowhide.

Qingming, my sister took me to Lingnan Partridge Village.

The stockade was gone, and all that remained was the ruins of the wall.

In the place where my sister buried my father, I built a grave with my own hands.

My sister cut a piece of purple camphor wood, inserted it on the grave, and wrote "The first thousand kings in the world, the supreme Ye Sheng, is buried here" stroke by stroke.

"Your father's single-word name is saintly, and he is the supreme of the five realms of the mountain doctor's fate. When the rivers and lakes were at their most famous, he met your mother, the eldest lady of a high-ranking official in the capital. Love made him lose his mind, disbanded the sect, washed his hands in the golden basin, returned to the rivers and lakes, and no longer went out of the mountains. ”

"Who is my father-killer?"

"I don't know, Sugarcane is your father's old subordinate, he only knows one sentence, before the accident in Partridge Village, your father told him that if something happened to him, he would not let you take revenge. I guess, the enemy is too strong, and your father doesn't want you to die for nothing. ”

I kowtowed in front of the grave, bit my middle finger, and wrote a line of words on the back of the board: "The hatred of killing my father is not shared, and Ye Tian will punish the nine clans of the enemy." ”

"Ah Tian, ten years of sharpening the sword, today is a great success. After tonight, tomorrow morning, our fate will be over. Although I am a woman, I always know that our parents gave birth to us between heaven and earth, and we do not take revenge, but we are ...... in vain."

My sister bought local wine and dishes from the bottom of the mountain, and we drank bitterly in front of my father's grave and got drunk.

I thumped my chest and howled into the valley.

"Revenge, revenge, I want revenge...... The Ye family's wolf cub is back, you all give it to me...... Wash your neck clean...... Wait—"

The mountain wind was cold, and my voice echoed in the valley.

At this moment, my blood was boiling in my chest, and I couldn't help myself.

"All things and people are born, people have nothing and the sky, my father has retired from the rivers and lakes, the enemy is chasing and killing, damn and die, blood debt and blood repayment, kill

After crying and getting drunk, my sister and I hugged each other and fell asleep.

The mountains were quiet, and all I could remember was the rapid breathing of the two of them.

The wild trees in the mountains were swaying, the petals on the vines were falling, and the ground was covered with red blood.

When I woke up at dawn, my sister had already left.

She left a letter beside me: "Ah Tian, you are not a wolf cub, but a natural genius, ten years of sharpening the sword, the sword is a great achievement, the blue is blue, and it is better than the blue." From today, officially go out of the mountain, don't let your father down. The revenge of killing one's father is not shared, and as a man, he must be happy to take revenge. Go ahead, sweep the world, and let the rivers and lakes always remember your Ye Tian's name. ”

In the lower right corner of the letter, there is no name, only a shining star is drawn.

I returned to Bianliang, ten years have passed, and things are not people.

The rental house has long been demolished, and Uncle Sugarcane is gone.

Bianliang is a big city in the Central Plains, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, which was once prosperous and wealthy in history, reaching the peak of China.

It's a pity that the Jin people went south and swept away, leaving the most painful "Jingkang shame" in Chinese history.

The reason why I chose to return to Bianliang is because the collection of folk cultural relics here is extremely rich, and many underground mausoleums have not been excavated.

This kind of place is a treasure place for the treasure industry to pick up leaks.

As long as you go out, you won't go back empty-handed.

Ten years of sharpening the sword, but never tried it.

My sister has taught me everything, and in the future rivers and lakes, there must be a place for me Ye Tian.