The old man looked at the child's slimy strength, and wondered how long the two of them would have to toss. picked up the rice bag, pulled the unlucky face of "out of sight" and turned away.

When he came out of his busy work, there was a burst of smoke and fire in the yard, and billowing smoke was billowing up from the corner, Song Zhiti washed his face and was kneeling on the ground, coughing while choking, while constantly throwing leaves into the fire.

The old man's forehead was bruised, and he intuitively felt that his patience that had been precipitated for decades was on the verge of failure, so he slammed the dishes and chopsticks on the stone table, and reprimanded: "Song Huiya, you don't care about your apprentice?" Is she going to burn down my house? ”

Song Zhi turned his head timidly, holding a pile of fallen leaves he had just picked up in his arms, his facial features were hideous, he swallowed his tears, and said with a sob: "I'm burning some paper money for my benefactor." ”

The old man also obeyed the pair of masters and apprentices, pointed at her and said, "You are paper money?!" ”

Song Zhi said timidly and pitifully: "I don't have real paper money." It's the mind, so why bother paying so much attention? ”

She looked miserable and painful, threw all the leaves in her arms, clinged to the ground, and cried with a high voice: "Big brother, you have gone all the way, I can't live in this life, and the little finch will definitely repay you in the next life......"

Song Huiya stepped on the fire, grabbed her clothes and drove her to eat first.

Song Zhiti's forehead was bruised, his eyes were even more sour and edema, looking at the food on the table for the first time, he felt that he had no appetite, took two bites, and asked, "Master, what are the rivers and lakes?" ”

"Jianghu?" Song Huiya couldn't find a few good impressions for a while, didn't think much about it, and said lightly, "Jianghu is a group of people who do all kinds of evil, raising their heads around their necks, waiting to take them off one day and give them to heroes to become famous." ”

Song Zhiti was still savoring, and the old man had already laughed out loud and said, "The tone is arrogant, and you look down on the rivers and lakes?" ”

He put the chopsticks flat on the mouth of the bowl, his eyes were gloomy, and he said aggressively: "I have seen a few people who sell their fame and reputation, and they think they know the rivers and lakes?" Without this, Daliang would have died long ago in the turbulent decades. Where is it up to you to be soft-tongued here. ”

Song Zhiti felt that his words were too ugly, and he was about to respond when he slapped his chopsticks. Song Huiya raised his hand to hold her down, and smiled impatiently: "Then may I ask your seniors, what kind of rivers and lakes have you seen?" ”

The old man gritted his teeth angrily and said, "Why should I go to find those rivers and lakes? Looking at 20 years ago, where was the beam not a bitter sea? After the battle of Guanghan Mountain, the court became soft-footed shrimp. The soldiers and horses of the Hu people went to the city, and the swords and spears were pressed on the necks of the people, and the soldiers of Daliang did not even dare to breathe heavier, for fear of angering them and implicating more people. It is never an exaggeration to say that all the people are suffering!

"It is the large and small sects of the rivers and lakes, countless young talents, who have learned to go down the mountain, go incognito, and go one after another to assassinate, suppress bandits, and punish thieves, so as to break a bloody road for this world."

Twenty years is too long for Song Zhiti, and the old man's narrative is very different from the current world. She was unfamiliar with it, and she only thought it was a bizarre story, and she couldn't imagine any scene at that time.

She half-lay on the table and said dumbfounded, "Are you serious? ”

The old man squinted at Song Huiya and asked, "You think you don't stay in the mountain, why do you call it no mountain?" ”

Song Huiya opened her mouth, wanting to say that she didn't know, but suddenly recalled a sentence written on the title page of her book, and recited in a low voice: "No mountains, no people, no life and death, no name." ”

The handwriting of that line of small characters is different from that of Song Huiya, and I don't know who left the pen.

"Yes, you don't have the name of the mountain, that's how you killed it. The edifice will fall, and all disciples who have learned to enter the WTO will never be retained. From a famous family with a hundred years of history, life and death to now, there are only three or two of you kittens left. If you want to know what rivers and lakes are, take your apprentice to Buliu Mountain to have a look, the mountains are full of nameless graves! ”

The old man laughed loudly, and the laughter was like crying. The shoulders and backs trembled, and it was all bitter.

"Martial arts has been passed down from generation to generation, so many martial arts and talented descendants, why are they scattered and scattered now? They all died in those years. There are also your Song Huiya's masters and ancestors there! ”

When he mentioned the present day, a strong sadness and indignation appeared on his face, his fingers pinched the edge of the stone table, and he said with deep hatred: "Troubled times come out, success and retreat." If you don't return to your hometown, you won't have a name when you die-that's worthy of being called Jianghu! What are these beam-jumping clowns now? Hide and shrink your head, perversely. To say that it is a jackal is not worthy of the blood of a beast. Back then, it wasn't even worth lifting shoes for them! ”

He wanted to ask, Song Huiya, your master left you a mountain that does not stay, and now, what about the mountain?

But he didn't ask, because he knew that Song Huiya had done a good job. He's just too unwilling.

It's so unwilling.

Song Zhi timidly held the bowl in her hand, the rice was already cold, she looked at the two people sitting on the left and right, and she didn't know whether she should eat this mouthful of rice.

Song Huiya's expression was gloomy, sitting stupidly, as if entangled in endless reverie, the original arrogance and contempt were gone, biting some hatred and parting thoughts that wanted to be said, and finally simply said: "Is it?" ”

So why is no one willing to come out and speak out about morality now?

A meal tastes like chewing wax.

Song Zhi didn't dare to make trouble, so after eating, he took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, bypassed the two of them from afar, and ran to the backyard to practice calligraphy quietly.

Song Huiya sat in front of the window, took out the book she had discarded, and flipped through it several times absentmindedly. Lift your eyelids and gaze at the clouds that rise and fall on the mountain.

Light and shadow swim around, and the wind and clouds disperse. She also moved, quietly walked up to the old man who sharpened the knife, and handed over a black iron sword.

"Senior, can you help me sharpen my sword."

The old man raised his head, looked at her clear eyes for a while, Fang Rumeng woke up, his eyebrows moved, wiped his hands clean, and solemnly took the long sword.

He drew the blade of his sword, the iron blade glowed with cold light, and the edge was terrifying, but it had not been unsheathed for a long time, and it was already a little rusty.

"Qiang"

The stones and the blades of the sword resonated, making a clear sound. Tiny splashes of water splashed out, stained with rust like blood.

The old man pressed his fingers on the iron blade, lowered his upper body, and suddenly said: "I named myself Qian Erliang, and the people in the rivers and lakes also called me the Northern Butcher Knife." But I don't really like either of these names. ”

"North butcher's knife? Sounds like a well-known name. Song Huiya sat down cross-legged across from him and chatted with him leisurely, "Old man, seeing that you are almost washing your hands now, how can you have anything to do with such trouble as me?" ”

"You asked me earlier what happened when we met for the third time." The old man looked intently at the sword light in his hand, and said with his head down, "You paid for my life." ”

Song Huiya asked curiously: "How much did I spend?" ”

Qian Lao's chest exerted force, and his voice had a deep sense of heaviness, and he clearly threw out two words: "Two two." ”

"Really?" Song Huiya was taken aback, leaned forward, and sighed abruptly, "Is a life so worthless?" ”

Qian Lao was silent for a while, and his shallow tone was mixed with a slight complaint, and said, "It's worth a lot." It's just that this world is too cheap to sell for a price. ”

Song Huiya bowed his head, lacking taste: "Also, what I have seen and heard is not a good thing at all." ”

Qian Lao stopped moving, held the iron sword in his left hand, and inspected the blade against the bright sunlight.

Song Huiya discussed with him: "Senior, if you are idle on weekdays, don't sharpen your knife, help me teach my apprentice." ”

Qian Lao took the cloth and wiped it carefully along the blade of the sword, and said with a smile: "That's your apprentice, why should I teach her?" ”

He put the sword into the sheath, threw it into Song Huiya's arms, and asked, "Why do you want to accept this apprentice?" ”

Song Huiya looked at the inscription on the sword and said, "When I teach my disciples to be a man, I am also asking myself what kind of person I am. ”

Qian Lao said: "Now you know? ”

Song Huiya smiled and said, "He is a nosy layman." ”

"Hmm...... Much better than you used to. Qian Lao continued to sharpen his knife, "You used to encounter idle things, and you never liked to take care of them, but only said, 'Then why don't you die?'" So angry that your master pinched off a few sticks in his hand, and you were not allowed to go down the mountain at will. ”

Song Huiya just wanted to take advantage of the situation to talk nonsense, when there was a sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping in the backyard.

Qian Lao's face was black, and he immediately picked up the knife and walked towards the backyard violently.

Immediately afterwards, Song Zhi's clumsy quibble came: "Grandpa, no one is talking to me, I just want to talk to this chicken!" Animals are spiritual! Ouch-"

Song Huiya smiled helplessly, got up with a long sword, took the hat on the side, and walked towards the courtyard across the street.

The woman had swept the leaves on the ground, the water tank in the courtyard was at the bottom, and there were several empty plates on the table.

She was in the house, took the child out of the bamboo basket, laid him flat on the bed, untied his clothes, and wiped his limbs with a wet towel.

"Mother will wipe your body." The woman sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the child tenderly, held his hand, and whispered reassuringly, "My son is a clean-loving person, isn't he?" You're good. After a while, I got up to eat. ”

She didn't dare to use force, and she couldn't wipe the black spots on the corpse, so she could only scrub it repeatedly.

Song Huiya stood at the door, looked at it for a while, and brutally debunked: "He's dead." ”

The woman turned a deaf ear, her vision was too blurred to see really, so she raised her son's hand a little higher, approached her, and meticulously cleaned her nails.

Song Huiya leaned against the door frame and said to himself: "If you want to live like this, then I haven't been here today." But if you really want to ask this world for justice, I can take you up the mountain. ”

Before she could finish speaking, the woman turned abruptly, knelt down before her, and cried out hoarsely, "I want to go up the mountain!" ”

When she said this, she could no longer deceive herself, and her spirit suddenly collapsed, and she fell to the ground softly, unable to even lift her head.

She stepped forward on her knees, wanting to grab the corner of Song Huiya's clothes, but she raised her hand and touched the air, rubbing a piece of white light.

"Please, I want to go up the mountain, I really don't understand, my family is down-to-earth, I don't deceive good, I don't do evil, why just because of a slap, I ended up ruined?" The woman clutched her chest, crying in pain, "Today I went up the mountain, and they said that my Langjun is also dead, and my Langjun is also dead!" He just borrowed a few taels of money for my son's medical treatment. My son is not alive, and he is dead. But I can't even see his corpse. ”

Song Huiya squatted down, listened carefully to what she said, and said slowly: "I'll make it clear to you first, I can stand up for you, but I can't keep you safe." You have gone up the mountain with me today, and tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you may die in a place where I cannot see. ”

The woman excitedly said, "I am not afraid! When will he break the Yanmen to give me a way to live? He's a big man, he's a big man like a mountain, and we live at the bottom of the mountain and don't even deserve to know who he is. But do we deserve to be treated like wild dogs on the side of the road? Is that the truth of the people on the mountain? Is it? ”

"If you ask me, I'll say no. But they're not me. Song Huiya said with a pleasant face, "So what justice do you want to ask?" Are you going to kill him? ”

The woman was a little confused for a moment, thought for a moment, shook her head, and said, "No, I don't want him to die." I want him to kneel three times and bow nine times, and go to the grave of my son and Langjun to worship. I want him to admit his mistake! ”

"Okay." Song Huiya should go down. He grabbed the hat, put it on her head, lifted the woman up, and asked, "What is the name?" ”

The woman still couldn't believe it, leaned half of her weight on her, and replied in a trance: "Erniang." ”

"Good. Erniang. Song Huiya let go of his hand, his tone soft and resolute, "Stand firm." Let's go. ”