The light snow began to clear, and the warm winter sun poured down after a long absence, dyeing the earth golden. People were bathed in the golden sun, they became lazy and didn't want to move at all, but they had to get busy.

The happiest time of the year is just around the corner – it's time for reunion. Every household is busy pasting Spring Festival couplets and preparing New Year's goods.

"Mother, will Daddy come back?" asked thirteen-year-old Ye Han while pestering Hui Niang, who was wrapping the twisted child.

"Will come back, he said he will definitely come back during the Chinese New Year. Hui Niang glanced at her son, and then replied in a voice that she didn't believe.

"Yes, you said the same thing last year, but you didn't see Daddy's shadow?" Ye Han jumped and shouted.

Hui Niang stopped what she was doing, protected Ye Han on her chest, and gently patted his back, tears slowly overflowing from the corners of her eyes. After she secretly wiped it off, she raised her eyes to look at the green mountains in the distance, let go of Ye Han and started to wrap the dumplings again.

To be honest, Ye Han can't remember what his father looks like. When he was very young, every year during the Chinese New Year, Ye Han could see his father, and that was his happiest time.

He would wait under the locust tree at the entrance of the town very early, and then ride home on his father's shoulder, but he didn't know when it would start, and all that awaited him was disappointment.

Looking forward year by year, Ye Han's mother's gray hair is increasing year by year, and her youth is no longer there. Every day when it was dark, Ye Han always saw his mother looking into the distance, and his sad eyes made him deeply infected, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Although he didn't know what sorrow was, he couldn't live happily in his heart.

"The most inspiring old is lovesickness. "Mother, I must get my father back, Ye Han saw that his mother was haggard day by day, and secretly made up his mind in his heart.

Every teenager has a chivalrous dream, and Ye Han is no exception. Ye Han's home is in Guiyun Town, Shudi Sword Pavilion, and noon every day is the most relaxed and happy time for Ye Han. Because at this time, the story of Wu Tiezui began.

Wu Tiezui is a must of the "Three Cups of Incense" teahouse, and since Wu Tiezui came here, the teahouse business is better than other teahouses in the town. Every day at noon, Wu Tiezui will tell everyone a history of the imperial court, or anecdotes about the rivers and lakes.

In a word, his story is very attractive, and only at this time can Ye Han be idle, because his mother will not ask him to make tea at this time. The "Three Cups of Incense" teahouse is the source of life for Ye Han's family, and the business of the small teahouse is average, so there are no guys, and Ye Han has naturally become the only guy in the store.

Cough...... Wu Tiezui's opening remarks told Ye Han that it was time to make him tea, and only when he brewed the best Tieguanyin could he start telling the story.

Ye Han hurriedly brought up the tea prepared in advance. Wu Tiezui took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, do you know that there is a saying that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and today I will tell you a story about the heroes of the rivers and lakes who indulge in the rivers and lakes." It is said that Emperor Taizu chased the world with his cloth clothes, drove the Mongols out of the Guanwai, and established the Ming Dynasty. The mighty Mongol army was scattered by Emperor Taizu and became countless small tribes, which could no longer make waves.

For more than a hundred years, the Mongols never dared to commit another offense against the Ming Dynasty. However, ten years ago, that is, in the early years of orthodoxy, the Mongolian Batu entered the Central Plains with one sword, first defeated the head of the seven major sects of the rivers and lakes, and then defeated the owner of the first village in the world, and no one could stop its edge. Every time he fought with him, he was either killed or injured, and the rivers and lakes fell into a panic.

Batu said when he defeated Qin Shu, the owner of the world's first village, "The Ming Dynasty is no longer the Ming Dynasty of the year, and the Mongolian army will raise again, and the world will be in their pocket." Wu Tiezui stopped here, took a sip of tea, and stopped talking.

"What happened later, why don't you talk about it. "Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, urging Wu Tiezui to hurry up and talk about the following, but Wu Tiezui stretched out the tray on the table with a smile. Everyone understood and began to take out copper coins and put them in the tray.

Some people still want to be confused and don't want to dig it out, but they are glared at by those who have already taken it out. They knew they couldn't afford to offend the wrath of the people, and they gave their money. Clanging copper coins flying wildly, Wu Tiezui looked at the tray with a layer of copper coins, nodded with satisfaction, took another sip of tea and continued: "Just when Batu arrogantly said that he wanted the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance, he was already the first in the world.

At this time, "Qingping Hero" Ye Zhange came west with a sword, found Batu, and the two fought a decisive battle in Huangshan. Qingping Daxia only used ten moves to behead Batu under the sword. After Qingping Daxia killed Batu, the people in the rivers and lakes jointly promoted him as the leader of the martial arts alliance, but he just laughed and left. Coming like the wind, going like electricity, this is the real hero. Well, that's all for today's story. ”

"What kind of bullshit Qingping hero, but he is just a hypocrite, who took refuge in Zikunlun, did bad things, and called himself a hero. As soon as Wu Tiezui's words fell, a yin and yang strange voice sounded from the corner of the teahouse.

Everyone is immersed in the story, and their blood is boiling. The sudden sound of the voice of course became the anger of the public. Everyone looked into the corner, but saw a man in black sitting with his back to everyone and drinking tea.

Someone shouted at the back of the man in black: "Turtle son, let your mother's bullshit, you dare to slander Qingping Daxia and look for death." After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, ready to pull the man in black to the ground. For a time, the whole teahouse was full of arrows and crossbows, and the wind and rain were coming.

"A hypocrite is a hypocrite, and no one can say it. The man in black stood up suddenly, turned his head slowly, and a terrifying face appeared in front of people's eyes, which frightened everyone into cold air. The people who rushed in front were even so frightened that they fell to the ground, and the people behind were so frightened that they took three steps back. The face of the man in black is crisscrossed and covered with scars, and there is no intact skin of the face, which is very scary.

The man in black said viciously as he walked forward: "I just accosted a girl, and he slashed me in the face a hundred times, what kind of hero is he." The crowd was so frightened by his fierce expression that they retreated, and some of the timid even peed their pants in fright.

Just as everyone was about to flee, a childish voice sounded: "You are not allowed to frame Qingping Daxia, you must apologize immediately." "As soon as everyone heard it, they knew that it was bad, who was so afraid of death that they dared to provoke this person. Everyone turned around and found that the person who spoke was none other than Ye Han, the small owner and partner of the teahouse. Ye Han didn't look scared at all, and pointed to the man in black: "You must apologize to Qingping Daxia immediately, otherwise you ......"

The man in black stopped, looked at Ye Han with interest, and said, "Could it be that he is your father, you defend him so much, let me tell you what the sky is high and thick today." As soon as the words fell, like a gust of wind blowing, Ye Han had already been grabbed by the neck of the man in black and held it high. Ye Han was held high in the air, with nowhere to focus, his hands fluttering, his feet kicking around, and he grabbed around like a person in the water.

The man in black was indifferent, and with both hands, Ye Han's face turned purple and his eyes rolled. Everyone was afraid of the black-clothed man's obscenity and did not dare to step forward. Seeing that Ye Han had a lot of qi coming out and less qi entering, he was about to die.

"Stop. Suddenly, a loud shout, and at the same time, a sword light flashed, and the man in black screamed, and Ye Han was thrown to the ground. When everyone heard the reputation, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old with a good demeanor stood in front of Ye Han, and the man in black retreated to the corner, and the blood flowed from his right hand. Apparently, he was wounded by the newly arrived swordsman.

"It turned out that the young man from the Qin Sword Sect was here, now it's okay. "Everyone knows this young man, he is Chen Shangyuan, the eldest disciple of the Qin Sword Sect in Guiyun Town.

"People in the rivers and lakes are ruthless to a child, what kind of hero is he, he has the ability to play a few tricks with me. Chen Shangyuan said coldly to the man in black.

The man in black stood up and hugged his fists and said, "It turned out to be the Qin Sword Sect's Tempest Sword, and he cultivated his sword qi at a young age, but he couldn't scare my hungry ghost king Fang Jing." ”

"Look at the sword. Chen Shangyuan stopped talking nonsense, and swung his sword towards the Hungry Ghost King. A mass of white and black shadows suddenly fought together, and a clanging sound reached people's ears. Chen Shangyuan's sword was extremely fast, pressing towards the Hungry Ghost King like a storm, and the Hungry Ghost King waved his hand again and again to resist, and the two fought farther and farther away, from the teahouse to the street.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, and Chen Shangyuan suddenly shouted, and his sword smashed into the Hungry Ghost King with a long stick, which was amazing and intimidating. The Hungry Ghost King didn't dare to take the move, jumped out of the circle, turned around and ran away, but the voice came from afar.

"Tempest Sword, I remember you in the life and death book of the five ghosts of Changshan, there is something to do today, and I will fight again next time. ”

Chen Shangyuan returned to the teahouse and said to Ye Han in a teaching tone: "The people in the rivers and lakes are all outlaws, and they must not talk nonsense. Ye Han said unconvinced: "If he says bad things about Qingping Daxia, he should apologize." When the road is uneven, it is time to draw a knife to help. ”

Chen Shangyuan gently touched Ye Han's head and said patiently: "When the road is uneven, draw the knife to help, and you have to be able to draw the knife to save it, and there is no benefit in being reckless." After Chen Shangyuan finished speaking, he also went downstairs and left.

After Ye Han went through this incident, he wanted to learn martial arts very much, and wanted to master the ability to see unevenness and draw a sword to help each other, but Ye Han's mother strongly opposed Ye Han's learning of martial arts. She just wants Ye Han to live her life in peace and quiet, and not to have any entanglement with the rivers and lakes. But the world is unpredictable, and fate has already changed Ye Han's life.

Ye Han has liked to run around since he was a child, and his favorite thing is to stay in the old house and stay all day. He liked the taste there because it had the smell left by his daddy. Ye Han, who was still young, was supposed to play with his friends in the same year, but he was terrifyingly quiet, never liked to play with other people, and was always in a daze in the old house.

When he was fourteen years old, Ye Han was in a daze in the old house as usual, when it suddenly rained, and the wind was higher than a gust, as if to blow away the fog between heaven and earth, and the rain drifted with the wind, turning heaven and earth into a world of rain.

The old house was already very dilapidated, and it couldn't stop the wind and rain at all, so Ye Han walked through the patio and entered the hall in order to find a better place to hide from the rain. The lightning in the sky continued, the thunder did not stop, and the whole sky and earth were terrifyingly dark, and Ye Han finally felt scared.

He cried and shouted, hoping that his mother could hear it, but the rain was so great that he covered all the sounds, so he had to hug his body and shrink by the incense burner under the ancestral spiritual seat.

In order to find warmth, Ye Han kept squeezing under the incense burner, and suddenly, I don't know what he touched, his whole body fell down. He screamed in fright, clawed his hands, and landed a moment later. It was a dark room with nothing but a table.

There was a boxy tin box on the table, which was not locked. Ye Han was very curious: "What is in it? Who would put him here?" Curiosity made Ye Han slowly open the iron box, and found that there was a book inside, the book was very old, and the words "Qiankun One Qi Jue" were written on it.

Ye Han opened the book and looked inside, and found that there were some strange pictures, each page depicted a person doing a variety of strange postures, namely tiger lifting, tiger pounce, deer arrival, deer running, bear luck, bear dang, ape lifting, ape picking, bird stretching, bird flying ten movements, and there are many red dots marked on the body.

Ye Han felt that those postures felt very good, so he imitated all kinds of appearances, as if he had found a new toy, and played happily. Many of the movements in the book are very difficult, some need to turn the waist upside down, feet and head on the ground, and some are to let the hands stand on the ground, and none of the movements are the same.

Ye Han had a good time, forgot the time, it was really dark, and the rain finally stopped, Ye Han heard his mother's shouts from afar, hid the book well, stepped forward to greet his mother, and went home, without saying a word about the things encountered in the old house.

In the days to come, Ye Han came to the old house alone, constantly doing the movements in the books, the more skilled he became, and the better he was. As he did, he felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, and the fatigue of the day disappeared in an instant.