The area of this col surrounded by mountains is not large, but it is only 100 acres in circumference, and under the cliffs between the mountains, a mountain spring flows quietly. If it weren't for the accidental discovery (well, in the eyes of the little Taoist boy, it was a good place that the master led the way to the wrong place), and walked along a looming cliff bird path, and after several road breaks, there was such a treasure land.

With a place to live, the life of a one-yuan Xiaodao boy is not to eat, sleep, sleep and eat. Whether it is a troubled era or a prosperous era, the biggest capital to settle down, or a body of martial arts, the so-called "learn to become a literary and martial arts, goods and the emperor's family", is a person will have the idea of glorifying the ancestors, and becoming an official is the most direct way to glorify the ancestors.

Together, civil officials will be affected by their family background, without the backing of a huge family, even if they are outstanding in literature, they may achieve nothing, isn't this the case with Li Bai and Li Qinglian, a generation of poets in the Tang Dynasty? Even if his poems were appreciated by Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei, he could only be a literati and a guest for the emperor's "fun". In the final analysis, the civil system of the Tang Dynasty at that time, and even the Qing Dynasty, the last dynasty of the feudal dynasty, were controlled by officials at all levels and families, especially among the many famous ministers of various dynasties and generations, more than ninety percent of the so-called famous ministers were born in official families or famous families!

Different from civil officials, the more the dynasty was first established and actively developed abroad, the more reckless the generals would be, of course, this reckless was not really born in the poor people, at least it had to be a rich family, poor literature and rich martial arts are not nonsense, you don't need too much food to go on studying, but if you practice martial arts, if you have enough food and meat and various medicinal materials as an auxiliary, then it is easy to practice and practice yourself to death!

More importantly, there must be a good master to guide you in martial arts, otherwise you will be seriously injured at least and killed at worst, and you won't want to read at that time, even if you read it wrong, it will only be harmless. At this time, Yiyuan Xiaodaotong was because there was a supreme master as a master in front of him, so after settling down in the valley, he began to practice martial arts.

Compared to standing on a horse and standing in a two-strand battle, it is still good, but what makes Yiyuan Xiaodaotong the most painful is that he has to drink three meals a day to boil the messy herbs found by the old Taoist priest into black lacquer, mixed with sour, bitter, spicy and other disgusting decoctions. Every time the little Taoist boy finished drinking, the old Taoist priest would use his palm to stroke up and down the throat of the little Taoist boy, although the old Taoist priest's palm was hot and very comfortable, but the taste of vomiting without vomiting, the little Taoist boy made an oath more than once, never drink it again in the future, but every time he could only drink the medicinal soup with tears in his eyes - it's just that every time after drinking the soup and falling asleep, the little Taoist boy will feel that his strength has hit another point.

Moreover, with the unpalatable medicinal soup, Xiao Daotong also felt that when he stood on the horse, along with the breathing method taught by the old Taoist priest, there was gradually a trace of heat flow and wisps of heat began to swim around his body......

Of course, standing horse step practice is not all of Xiao Daotong's daily life, in addition to standing horse step every morning for an hour, there are three chanting times a day, and in the afternoon to collect firewood, chopping wood, only after the evening class is done, is the end of the day's work. However, this is not the end of a day's life, the old Taoist priest often takes advantage of the fact that it is not dark to take the little Taoist boy around in the valley, in just half a year, the little Taoist child is familiar with every crevice in the valley, every bulge, and therefore every day can not afford one or two big bags on the head, and there are no one or two bruises on the body to call the evil door.

After the master said that after taking a walk, it was time to take a bath, which was also the happiest time for Xiao Daotong except for sleeping accidents, although every time he took a bath, he had to soak the black bath water into clear water before it was over, you must know that the little Taoist took a bath for the first time, but he almost soaked himself into a wrinkled monster.

As the days passed, the little Taoist boy finally grew into a handsome young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, but the old Taoist priest with white hair was still not getting old, except for the white hair and beard, there was not even a wrinkle on his face. Finally one day, the old Taoist priest came to the little Taoist priest with two wooden swords in his hand: today is the day of the sword, since the little Taoist priest knew the old Taoist's plan three days ago, he has been waiting anxiously, as if there are three years.

"Swordsmanship is easy to learn and difficult to master, there are thousands of swordsmanship on the rivers and lakes, but in the final analysis, the swordsmanship moves are also composed of the most basic movements, generally speaking, the basic moves or basic movements of swordsmanship are only thirteen, respectively, stabs, points, splits, collapses, wipes, clouds, hanging, teasing, chopping, interception, picking, sweeping, and one is the frame, the master will hand over the specific actions to you, and you will have to carry out a thousand actions a day in the future, remember, it is a thousand times per action. ”

Xiaodao Tong wailed: "Master, do you want to exhaust your apprentice?"

The old Taoist priest laughed: "Scare you little bastard, you haven't learned the movements at the beginning, even if you do a hundred of each action every day, you won't be able to finish it! However, it must be done within a year, otherwise the teacher will throw you to the top of the mountain to blow the wind for three days and three nights!"

The little Taoist priest was helpless, and could only practice the thirteen basic sword styles again and again, and Qi Shuming didn't understand it at first, after all, since Qi Shuming started to learn from Changmei Zhenren, it was from the basic swordsmanship routines of the Emei faction, and he never just practiced the basic sword style, in Qi Shuming's opinion, since the basic sword style is basic, then a set of swordsmanship must be included, is it necessary to practice alone?

The days were very boring, and the little Taoist priest was like a robot, until one day a group of big men armed with swords, hammer axes, and sickles and forks broke in from outside the mountain, and the little Taoist priest found out what kind of thirteen basic sword styles he had practiced repeatedly could play.

A group of big men broke into the valley, the first thing they saw was nearly 20 acres of paddy fields in the valley that were reclaimed by the little Taoist priests and planted with rice, it was already the golden autumn time, the golden and heavy ears of rice modestly lowered their proud heads, with the gentle breeze in the valley, gently swaying, and seeing a bumper harvest scene.

The leader of the man, with a beard on his face, raised a steel knife in his hand, laughed wildly and shouted: "Brothers, I can't imagine that we are desperate to survive, not only can the officers and soldiers not be able to enter this place, but there is still enough food to fill their stomachs, it is really heaven and earth that we are waiting!"

Behind him, dozens of strong men who were also in ragged clothes also raised the various weapons in their hands and laughed wildly together, all of them felt that they were extremely lucky. Flying Library

The little Taoist priest was busy for a long time, was listlessly cooking on the fire, heard the messy noise coming from the mouth of the valley, and did not realize any danger, but felt noisy, and then casually walked out of the thatched Taoist temple used to shelter from the wind and rain, let go of his voice and roared twice: "Don't make noise, what should you do!" After the roar, the little Taoist priest realized that something was wrong, this is a dangerous place in the mountains, ordinary people can't enter, but what is the matter with so many voices that suddenly appeared? In this famine environment, it is certainly not the people who flee the famine, so the only result is the robber bandits, and only the robbers and bandits have the ability to break through the extremely dangerous mountain roads in the valley!

The little Taoist priest didn't dare to slack off, turned around, and slid into the Taoist temple built by the thatched house, where there were still a few wooden swords that he had sharpened - the old Taoist took the extremely sharp short sword out, but the little Taoist priest was the only one in the valley! With a wooden sword in his hand, he could give himself a lot of courage, right?

The roar of the little Taoist priest naturally alarmed a group of big men, no different from what the little Taoist guessed, this group of big men is indeed a group of robbers, the great drought in the north has caused countless hungry people to go south to beg for work, forming a large group of more than 100,000 people in the ten uncles' stocks, they have passed through the state and county all the way, no one can stop them, not to mention that the big bandits and thieves dare not go against it, and even the officials and soldiers of the imperial court dare not forcibly stop it. And this big man is a group of lost dogs who were swept away by the army of homeless people, and the large number of homeless people dare not provoke, but they still dare to provoke the idle small county town.

It's just that their luck is not good, just outside this valley in the small county, but they met a fierce man, and as a result, under the blow of this fierce man and the three classes of officials in the county he led, they had to escape through the ravine. Even if the fierce man did not continue to chase after him, the robber was a robber after all, and as soon as he was safe, he immediately reverted to his old ways, and the first thought when he walked into this valley was to have a new base - to take this place for himself.

However, the appearance of the little Taoist priest means that this valley is already a famous flower, if it is changed to an ordinary teacher and farmer, the first reaction is to ask to be taken in, and the robbers find that they only see a small Taoist priest, then the first thought is to kill someone! Yes, there is no need to greet the leader of the big man, dozens of "good men" rushed over in a swarm.

The valley is not big, but it is six miles in a circle, and the robbers are used to running the mountain road, but after a while, they will surround the small Taoist group, and the little Taoist priest is standing alone at the door of the Taoist temple, trembling with a wooden sword in his hand.

The last big man at the head walked in front of the little Taoist priest and laughed: "It turns out that there is only one white and tender little Taoist priest, brothers, cut him, this is ours!"

"Coaxing" all the big men laughed wildly and rushed up, and knives, rakes, sticks, and pitchforks smashed down on the little Taoist priest.

"A rabble," The little Taoist priest was trembling before, but he was really not afraid, but excited, he had practiced martial arts for many years, even if it was the most basic sword style, but the strength and vertical jump of the little Taoist priest were not comparable to the idle man, don't look at only sixteen or seventeen years old, both hands can throw three hundred pounds of big stones around for half an hour, and it is even more common to jump four or five zhang, so he has long been thinking about trying his kung fu in front of outsiders (in front of the master, the little Taoist has never won once, and he is always the target of the blow, so he is very eager to prove himself...... ）

Aren't these big men in front of them, who are obviously not good people, the best targets to prove themselves? The poor robbers also regarded the excitement of the little Taoist priest as fear, and the use of this "weapon" was somewhat scattered and careless.

At the moment when many "weapons" fell, the little Taoist priest moved, a step, and did not see any big movements of the little Taoist priest, and he had already come to the front of the leader of the big man, the simplest straight stab of the wooden sword in his hand, just under the gaze of the head of the big man, the wooden sword pierced into the throat of the big man, and penetrated the back of the neck, just when the big man didn't feel it, the wooden sword reappeared in front of the big man in front of the big man at the throat of the men next to him, and it was only a slight stroke, and a thin red line appeared on the skin of the big man next to him.

The little Taoist priest's body kept moving, and when many big men didn't react, the wooden sword in his hand had already swept over the bodies of more than a dozen strong men holding swords around the big man who was the leader, either a red line appeared in the throat, or blood bloomed in the sun, or a hole or a long crack appeared in the chest and lower abdomen.

When the many big men who rushed to the place where the little Taoist priest was standing found that there was no one in front of them, they turned around and saw seventeen swaying and blood-covered dying people. Fear, this time it's the turn of this group. I don't know who it was, but the first one shouted, dropped the guy thing in his hand, turned around and ran - not towards the mouth of the valley, but towards the depths of the valley.

The rabble is the rabble, even the gangs of robbers who have been accumulating for years are the same, the most powerful dozen or so people and leaders of the gang have died for unknown reasons, and what cohesion is left behind? They are all dead friends and poor people, and if there is the first one to escape, there will be a second and a third! But in the blink of an eye, there is no one in front of the little Taoist priest, but what is left behind is a place of "weapons," as well as a lot of rotten straw sandals, cloth shoes, and even pots and pans.

The little Taoist priest was actually shocked by his own killing, he never thought that his movements were so natural and harmonious, without a little hesitation, the key points of those robbers and big men were as if they had made it up by themselves, and they were easily killed by themselves, and the wooden sword in his hand not only did not have a little bump, but not even a trace of blood!

Is this the change brought about by mastering the basic sword style?

It is no wonder that the old Taoist priest always said that martial arts in the rivers and lakes are "art", and they only want to be fancy and not practical, and only the kung fu that has evolved from the bloody battle on the battlefield is the real martial arts! There is no fancy at all, everything is a one-hit kill, and there is no room for the slightest hesitation and pause, otherwise it will be oneself that will die, not the enemy!